#darkness duskwood

[juaxii]

“ KISS ME MORE ”

IN WHICH I tell u how each character would kiss u!

FANDOM: Duskwood (Mobile Game) CHARACTERS: Jake, Jessy, Richy, Phil, Dan, Darkness. CONTENT: Lots of kisses, a bit of spice, Making out, GN reader.

WARNINGS: Suggestive themes. (Tell me if I missed anything)

JAKE DONFORT

Sweet, and slow. Is scared he would lose you if he lets go of you.

His hand rests on your cheek as his lips dances along with yours, he is patient; taking his time with his work, making sure he can keep you there as long as he wants. Specially if it's the first time he kisses you, he would be very careful, afraid he might scare you away, show you what a monster he really is. But that will never happen. He mumbles your name throughout the kiss, as if trying to make sure you're still there and this is not a dream. His hands wander from your cheek to your neck and they slowly go up to massage your scalp, his other hand around your waist, keeping you close. Overall he is rarely too rough with his actions, unless you ask him to be, then he will try.. but he is not good at it. He spends most of his time online, acting harsh and dominant in computer is much easier than real life.. specially with you.

« Say you'll never leave me.. please? »

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JESSY HAWKINS

Quick, small pecks all over your face that last one second and then turn to a whole make out session.

Her small giggles make you smile as she hugs you close, giving you a kiss on your collarbone before whispering a quick "I love you" and moving on to your chin, leaving trails of quick kisses that make you almost laugh just because of that ticklish feeling. Once her lips find their way to yours, she doesn't waste a second before capturing them. It starts with an innocent small kiss, but it soon turns to her caressing your lips with her tongue, and who are you to deny such thing?! She isn't rough by all means, and she is kind of goofy even, giggling and breaking the kiss from time to time to kiss your cheeks or your neck. She just really wants to appreciate you! She is the hardest to resist, and usually she's the one who asks for the kiss or starts it.

« Come ooooon, just one more kiss, please! »

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RICHY ROGER

He is much like Jessy, a little silly and goofy, but he is much more shy and would just intend small kisses.

He is really awkward, he doesn't know what he's doing so he only gives you a small kiss on your forehead at first. When he sees your disappointed face, he chuckles slightly, Teasing you by saying something like "If you want it, you should come get it". Obviously, he wasn't expecting you to actually try anything and when you did he just stands there.. not knowing where to put his hands or how to hold you closer so that this wouldn't be more awkward than it already is. He gets used to it at some point, it's not like he hasn't had partners before, but your case was different. You were special to him, you could read him like an open book, he felt like if he let you look him in his eyes, you would know every last of his darkest secrets. So by all means, he isn't the first to intend the kiss, he prefers to kiss you on your cheeks or your forehead or even on the back of your hand.

« You want a kiss? Alright, a kiss coming right up! haha »

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PHIL HAWKINS

Passionate make out session, he isn't really a patient man.

Like I said, he isn't a patient man, his kisses might start slow but would quickly turn to a make out session and even that might turn to a quicky if he's is in the mood. He gives you kisses at the most random times, specially if you're with the group. He likes to show you off so he will, he enjoys the looks you two get as he suddenly smashes his lips against yours. But in private, he's much more intimate and if PDA makes you uncomfortable he will definitely keep himself from doing anything too much in public. He's a womanizer, sure, but he's also a gentleman. He likes to shower you with affection and make you feel special so expect kisses on the back of your hand. I would also like to add that he would definitely consider your mood too before he intends anything (not that the others don't), because your comfort is his priority.

« Yeah? you want more? we can always take it to the bedroom~ »

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DAN ANDERSON

He's not much for kisses but if you ask for it, he will give you kisses alright.

He is the type to spoil you with classy dinner or great food at home if needed, he isn't up for kisses like I said, mostly because he thinks his beard would annoy you but he also doesn't want to shave it. So unless you ask for it, he wouldn't really kiss you on the lips all that much. He gives you alot of kisses on your forehead though. But let's say you ask for a kiss, this man gives his all to satisfy your needs. He makes sure you are comfortable with anything he's doing before doing it and he keeps asking for permission, he is just a big softie, he is like those big human sized teddy bears. He isn't rough either, he is lazy and slow, he prefers it that way in all honestly. He is also a little messy but not that much.

« You want a kiss, babe? well aight then, get over here, I ain't getting up from here »

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DARKNESS

Insecure, awkward and quick kisses.

They don't understand the concept of intimate acts such as this, can't you two just have fun with game nights or horror movie marathon? If you ask for it, they will just awkwardly give it to you. They've never been in a serious relationship so they aren't exactly experimented with this whole act, nonetheless they will try their best. Their kisses start as quick pecks, and they slowly turn to a slow passionate kiss. They are also afraid of losing you, so in the middle of it all, they suddenly start holding you really tightly as if they are afraid you'd run away, because they are the weird kid, the freak that spends their time online scaring people away and being all mysterious and shit.. they can't be like that in real life. They are the type to say some creepy shits in between kisses, those are their sweet nothings that they whisper to you, it's a form of love, I swear. After kissing you for what feels like forever, they would start cuddling you, not even paying attention to the movie you were watching anymore as they close their eyes, breathing in your scent and slowly giving you small kisses on your neck in a form of appreciation.

« Turn the movie off, it's annoying. I wanna hear your heartbeat »

[giu-world]

Darkness and Voodoo part 2

Darkness: I have found that a very effective way to end an arguement is to ask the other person for a piece of their hair.

[ameliawarnerr]

Criminal Haven

Read chapter 1 here

Chapter 2: Emotions? How About No

—The Leader—

Darkness' revelation brings fresh questions to the table. Some of which I could answer right now but I rather not think of them yet and draw conclusions– not without discussing them with Jake.

I glance at him, searching in his face if he's thinking the same. The expression he gives me as he looks down at me tells me that we are indeed thinking the same thing.

“Who is he?” Hannah breaks the silence, her tone has become that of a tired worker. She longer hides her wince as new information keeps surfacing. For her, it might be exhausting. For Jake and I, it is everything. The scheming, the truth and the lies, the masks and the uncoverings– we can never alter our minds out of this catacomb of games.

“He contributed to finding you.” He explains, vaguely. But I think he has not read much of my and darkness' messages. I think he realises that too as he sighs. He pulls someone's emptied chair– Richy’s, I think and places it facing both my and Kai’s chairs.

I add, “He was the most cooperative person, believe me.” I turn to Hannah. “If I were you, I’d thank him.” I curl my lips into a natural smile.

She stares at me, blankly, standing in the middle of the room. She looks as if she doesn't understand what I am implying. She's suffering from unimaginable things, I understand that. I feel that better than anyone else. Considering her condition, I won't ask much of her in whatever escape plan we might come up with. But that doesn't mean she’ll be excused from endeavouring as little as saying a thank you.

‘Say it.’ I mouth to her. My natural smile turned into a threatening one, unintentionally, but I can't deny that it has worked every time.

Her eyes dart to Jake who cannot see my face. I don't know if he encouraged her to do it or not but she whispers, “Thank you.” to the walls as I keep my glare pinned on her.

Go easy on her, I remind myself, mostly because Jake would prefer the same thing. I turn almost too quickly realising how much Jake is interfering in my smallest decisions.

Kai acknowledges her gratitude as he nods to the floor.

I make a mental note: he can be helpful but he's awkward accepting compliments or gratitude. That concludes why it was necessary for me to compliment me and for the same matter, Hannah to thank him. He already believes it my fault that he's here. I'm not afraid to accept that he is. But if he blames the part he played in Hannah's search, he might as well believe that he did it well.

Jake is looking at me strangely. I ignore directly looking at him exactly like I ignored Richy’s defeated figure dropped into a corner, his legs pulled to his chest and his head on his knees.

This isn't like solving a mystery through texting. This is real life and I cannot be vulnerable to one person while being persuasive to someone else on the different chat window.

I have to mention the mindset where my mind weighs more than my heart. That is the only way to get things done. We can be vulnerable when we are safe.

I inhale a deep breath, hardening my posture. “If we really want to get the hell out of here,” I speak loudly, ensuring my voice reaches Richy in the corner. I continue, “We’d need to stick together. Doesn't matter if you hate each other. Suck it up and bear it.”

I’m on my feet when I take a turn towards the door. Richy’s head turned in my direction. I realise, it's not only him. Everyone's looking at me.

“I don't really expect anything from you. Don't want to help? Don't. Just don't get in my way.” I announce, loud and clear. Though expecting the opposite of what words suggest. “Questions?”

Dead silence.

“Need a ten to think?” I provoke.

Kai is the first (and probably the only one who would) raise a question. He begins by quoting me, “Don't want to help? Don't.” I remain composed as he continues, “More like don't want to follow? Then, don't. But you know, whoever leads the way out of here, others will follow him or her.” I break into a smile, realising what he's bringing to others' attention. “You're just initiating to make sure that we follow you.”

I stride towards him as I quote him, “Initiating.” I stop by the chair I was sitting on and place my head on it. “That’s right. I am initiating. And if anyone else had the balls to do the same, they would have. But no one did. I guess that justifies why you should follow me.”

“Well, you couldn't have initiated it if he didn't uncuff you.” He gestures to Jake who is about to interfere. But that looks weak on my part. I appreciate it but I don't need it.

“That's a petty argument.” I cut in before Jake could. I shake my head at Jake as I pace towards Kai.

“Reasonable enough.” He refutes.

Stopping behind his chair, I break off a shim from the chair and use it to unlock his handcuffs. I intentionally pulled the shim from the part of the chair which was reachable in handcuffs.

Jake is by my side in a matter of seconds, probably because he doesn't trust Kai yet. But I do, to a certain extent which tells me he would not physically hurt me. He's just pissed.

“Now,” I talk loudly again. “Anyone up for breaking down that door?” I point at it with one finger.

—The Hacker—

From the moment she called reading Dan and Jessica's conversation illegally an exciting event, I knew she was trouble. And she only keeps proving it again and again. Sometimes, I admire it. Sometimes, it throws me to the edge.

Like right now. I understand what she was aiming for. There's no way out if we operate like five individuals without a common link who we all trust at some level. But she didn't hesitate once before uncuffing this guy none of us knows enough to trust.

Hannah, MC and I stand back as Richy and Pierce hammer their shoulders against the door. They continue thrice without pause but the door doesn't budge. They take a moment.

Kai glances back at me. “Why isn't he helping us again?”

This is why I prefer to work alone (and of course, this preference doesn't apply to MC). I don't like being questioned. “Is the door broad enough for the three of us?” I reason, very calmly.

They continue at it, knowing they are the two least trusted people in our group and raising nonsensical questions wouldn't change that. After six minutes, the door broke.

Neither of the guys step outside. Instead, they step aside, catching their breaths and stealing glances outside the door. MC is the first one to shift to the door. I grab her hand at the threshold. She glances at me as I step outside the door before her. “After me,” I tell her. She complies.

I glance in both directions. The corridor stretches so long in both directions– it seems endless. They are almost identical except there seems to be a little light coming from the right. Little by little, everyone's out in the corridor.

“Which way is it? We should go to the right. There's light coming from there so it isn't a dead end.” Hannah comments, her voice growing anxious.

“Should we break into two groups or something?” Kai suggests as no one addresses Hannah’s opinion because she's making a rookie mistake– being hasty and going with the obvious choice.

I think of Kai’s suggestion but I can't come up with a possible reasonable arrangement of two groups without separating me and MC.

“No.” I answer.

“So we choose one? On what basis?”

“We’ll come up with the basis if you stop asking questions.”

He glares at me, pissed. Then, he glances at MC and looks away. Everytime I say something to him, he looks at her as if reconsidering arguing with me for her sake. My eyes fly to her as well, wondering if she noticed it. But she's distracted and hasn't said anything after stepping out of the door.

She's shifted towards the left corridor. While everyone looks around, she looks down at the floor. I walk to her, she crouches down and picks something up. I bend to see a note in her hand at the same time she springs up. Her head collides with my chin.

She looks up, annoyed as I hide my smile. “What are you, glancing down at me? My guardian angel?” She takes a tiny step back.

“I’d prefer being called a partner.” I retort. “Although, I do feel bad for your guardian angel.”

She shoves a hand at my chest, walking past me but stops. I follow her gaze– everyone looks at us questionably, clearly not having as much fun as us. She clears her throat, the first time getting awkward.

“What does the note say?” Kai asks.

“What does the note say,” she echoes mockingly or …playfully?

I peer at the note as she read, “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood/ And sorry I could not travel both.”

“Robert Frost.” I say, immediately.

She nods a couple times. “The road not taken.”

“What’s that?” Hannah asks. I remember our conversations via emails and literature wasn't one of the topics ever. Come to think of it, we had nothing in common.

“A poem.” MC and I say I'm unison.

Kai jumps in. “Didn’t he take the less travelled path?”

Both of us nod. Richy adds something for the first time. “Well, how did he decide which one was the least travelled?” He looks at no one in particular.

“The less travelled one was more grassy.” MC answers.

“So in our case, the less travelled one would be the left one, right? Because it's dark and could be a dead end or something.” Kai remarks.

“So can be the right one.” Hannah weighs in.

“At least it has the probability of having a window.”

I contemplate the poem, analysing from word to word. I remember each word clearly. “No,” I cut in. “We are taking the words at face value. The message of the poem wasn't to travel a less taken route. It was to make a decision carefully.”

MC looks at me, creasing her brows. “Then, we are at square one again.”

“No, we are not. Half of us thought about taking the less travelled path which means that is exactly what he wanted us to think.” I point out.

“Which means,” MC points at the way from where a tiny ray of light penetrates. “That's where we need to go.”

“Exactly.”

We start following the light. I can sense the others are not entirely sure of this but they will begin trusting us as we’ll give them hope by getting nearer to the way out.

A small smile emerges on MC's lips as we walk behind others. “You a literature guy?” She gives me a side look.

“You have no idea.” I tell her and then, I add, “We need to talk.”

She nods. “We do.” She whispers. “The only way that a lunatic could know about Kai is by having access to my messages. You had access to my messages. You're a hacker.” I smile, knowing we were thinking the same thing again.

“We are up against a hacker.”

“One who's pissed off. Can you think of anyone?”

I inhale. “I could think of a thousand. I've screwed many guys in the same field as me but none was as strong as to have all of us here.”

She considers it silently.

“We have another thing to discuss.”

She thinks for a moment as she arrives at no answer, she looks at me, “What thing?”

“Unlocking his handcuffs when you know a hundred ways it could turn out as a bad idea.” I don't beat around the bush.

“I needed to show him that I trust him to have him do the same. And I don't like being looked down upon.”

“I know you won't stop doing risky things just because I tell you not to. And I won't tell you that. Just promise to give me a heads up before you do something like that again. Deal?” I say, softly.

“Deal. But you have to promise not to talk me out of my stunts.”

“Deal.”

She offers her fist and I bump mine against it lightly.

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I wanna thank @lyon-amore and @itsnotzka for helping me figure Darkness' character. The reason this chapter took me as long as it did is because i was having trouble with Darkness' character because I forgot most of him.

Let me know what you think in the comments!

Thanks for reading!

:)

[hmnsu]

l'll Be There

In the darkness of night

You will fear , and you will fight

You wants to find a light ,

Then I'll glow up as your candle

In the extreme winter's tide

You will feel frigid , your body get rigid

You wants to get hide

Then I'll act as your blanket.

In the summer's heat

You will feel thirsty ,and your throat need to be wetty

You wants cup of water as treaty

Then l'll fill like a flowage

In the time when you get older

You will feel pain , your body gone insane

Your legs need an shoulder

Then I'll become your wheel chair

When you need Someone I'll become your everyone......

Hmnsu

[incorrectnessduskwood]

Darkness: If you aren't someone the church wanted dead 300 years ago, are you really living?

[itsnotzka]

💀 (Yes, I'm still having my Darkness phase :))

[lyon-amore]

Knowing that Duskwood and Moonvale share the same universe, they can perfectly bring Darkness to Moonvale and there will be no problems with the plot because he only has an internet forum, RETURN TO ME DARK BOY, EVERBYTE! 😭❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[jellrp]

I love them so much I just wanna *CHOMP*

[cocainaddict]

duskwood mens

[sandi15]

[miss-celestia13]

Kiss With a Fist

Dark Richy x Dark OFMC Smut

Words: 4.2k

I didn't expect to write more for this pair. But Aylin wouldn't leave my head, and I wanted to test the boundaries of a really dark character and romance. You don’t even have to know the fandom to read this one 😂

On the run. Fighting and fucking. A lot. A hotel bed. Scamming the rich folks. Torturing Richy until he loses control. All of it is child’s play to Aylin.

TW: Vague Mention of Drugs. Robbing people. Consensual Violent Sex. Hair Pulling. Pain and Pleasure. Bondage. Utterly Shameless, Unhinged, Unprotected Smut and strange, sadistic ways of flirting😅 Dark/Black Comedy. Link to the first one shot is below. You don’t have to read it to read this one. There is no real plot. Just pure, filthy p*rn.

Run Towards the Monster

People Aylin wants to kill or seriously harm

1 - Sandra - Hotel receptionist. Gossiping old hag. Always has mascara goop in the corner of her eye. Asks too many questions. Apparently, asking for two room keys is an outrage she couldn’t accept.

2 - David - Gas station attendant. Greasy long hair and dirt caked under his nails as he handed her a hotdog. He tried to flirt and reeked of cat piss, and she couldn’t eat the hotdog after that.

3 - The new money dickhead flashing his Rolex and black Amex yet seemed impervious to buying her a simple martini. Ordered her a salad for dinner… that she had to pay for.

4 - Richy - Changes every day. That day, he was complaining about having to stay hidden. Not her fault the idiot's face is still being shown on the news. Told him to grow a beard, and now that was the source of his complaints, as it was going too slow. May slit his throat if he doesn’t shut the fuck up soon.

Aylin

The black silk dress that had hung despondently on the svelte mannequin in the overpriced store she bought it from was now the only thing keeping her skin from feeling flayed by the suffocating heat of the evening. She was perched at the hotel bar. A swanky, snobbish place she had chosen when Richy attempted to convince her a Motel 6 would suffice. Fuck that. She was a creature of luxury and comfort. Nothing else mattered but her beauty sleep, and well-being. Richy had shut up when she’d shoved him against the elevator wall, hit the emergency stop, and made him cum down her throat in under 90 seconds. She could still feel an ache in her jaw whenever she yawned. He hadn’t complained since though she knew he would be furious with her tonight.

Demurely, she sipped her martini, dry with three olives, and surveyed her target of the night as he ordered yet another whiskey. In order to maintain this lifestyle and ensure she and Richy remained free, she had gone back to her old pastime of scamming those with too much money and not enough sense. It didn’t take much. A revealing outfit, a flash of the expensive burgundy lace covering her freshly waxed cunt, and a salacious smile were typically enough to hook someone in. Usually, she would bed them and wait until they’d slipped into a very male doze before she rifled through their things and made off with a small fortune. Now though, Richy’s possessive side had forbidden her to try it. She chafed at the order, the ownership. But she enjoyed it deeply and grew increasingly heated as she pondered how he was faring in their room.

She had left him in bed. Not typically a cause for alarm or anger. But she doubted he'd ever been left strapped down so tightly he couldn't do more than curl his hands into tight fists. Oh, she was going to hurt later, but it was his turn first. She had left him with a bloody lip, and the coppery tang still lingered in her mouth despite the liquor she was sinking while waiting for this fool to give her the chance to slip something inside his vile drink. After listening to his bragging and pandering to his crippling need for validation, she wanted to skin him alive. People with money never deserved it, and neither did she, but she at least would have more fun with it.

When he finally deigned to return to the stool beside hers, she tossed a sultry smile his way, running the tip of her finger around the wide rim of her glass, and licked her scarlet-painted bottom lip, internally preening when he fell for it. Her long raven hair was loose and lightly waved, scented with rich coconut and sea salt. Her mark breathed deeply whenever she flipped it over her shoulder. That was the problem with people like her. Everything about them was designed to draw fools like this one in, beauty so sharp it could open a vein, no remorse to stop her from using it to gain what she wanted. How unlucky for him. As he leaned in, damp whiskey-stained lips pressing against the shell of her ear, she managed to lean into it and not shudder, using the opportunity to slip the drug into his glass.

Holding his attention captive until it fully dissolved, she mimicked his attempt at seduction and whispered, “Why don't we finish these, and you can show me your suite?”

Like a moth to a flame, he smirked like a cat and nodded, “I thought you'd never ask.”

Giving a girlish giggle that made her want to kill herself, she picked up her glass and threw back its contents, shivering as it burned her throat and warmed her from the inside out. The slickness between her thighs quickly became irritating, and she needed this farce finished to sate it. As her victim downed his drink, she hopped down from her stool and pretended to totter drunkenly on her too-high heels. Her “lover” was quick to take advantage, and this couldn't have been any easier than if he'd simply handed her his wallet. He wrapped an arm around her. His pungent cologne irritated her nose, and she grinned wickedly at the thought of Richy smelling it on her as she was led away from the bar and into the elevator.

He tried to crowd her against the mirrored wall, hands crawling over her like he had the right, and it took everything she had not to knee him in the crotch. Instead, she faked a saucy laugh, laying a hand against his expensive suit and tipped her head toward the cameras. A heavy sigh was his only reply as he relented his mauling and impatiently tapped his foot as they ascended to the penthouse suite. New money. She could smell it on him. Insecurity and shame that he didn't deserve his success hung in the air around him. How pathetically weak. What was the point in having money if he was too ashamed to use it? She would remedy that as soon as she had him safely inside that suite.

The elevator opened into a generous sitting room. Everything gleamed and glittered. There was even a goddamn chandelier. Fine furnishings and fabrics that dripped with wealth draped the walls and floor. He gave her a sheepish grin as he stumbled in before her, and his eyes widened at his sudden lack of grace. She fluttered her eyes at him and urged him to show her the bedroom before he could think too hard and give himself an aneurysm. He needed no further convincing. Following his staggering steps, she eyed the room with an analytical mind. A huge plush bed took up the majority of the ample space, and her dirty mind wandered back to Richy and how he was doing. This had taken longer than she’d anticipated, and he would be foaming at the mouth by now. The safe door was wide open, stacks of cash were visible, and she quickly looked away as he turned to her and flung out a heavy hand, swaying on his feet a little as she took it. Letting him drag her close, she feigned shyness as his roaming hands quickly found her ass and palmed her over the silk.

A slow, weighted blink and a surprised noise was the only warning she got as he slumped to his knees. The dose she had given him was enough for three men, and he barely made one.  She crouched in front of him, gripping his chin tightly and forcing his dazed eyes to look at her. A brief moment of lucidity as he spat her name in an accusation she didn't deny. Nodding, a saccharine smile lit her face as she watched the horror bloom on his face before the lights went out, and he crashed to the floor in a heap of useless overgrown man-child. She moved decisively then. Grabbing one of the shopping bags he'd left lying on the floor, stuffed it with the cash and soon relieved him of his new Rolex.

There were some diamond cufflinks and a platinum tie clip on the nightstand that she had also stolen before she went into his wallet and purloined the cash there too. She thought about taking the credit card but didn't want a trail of purchases to lead the cops to her if they figured out she was helping Richy. Checking on her snoring victim, his phone had fallen from his pocket, and she took great joy in smashing it before she flung it down the toilet. He had nothing else worth taking. His carelessness and newness to the rich life had made it too easy. She locked him in the bedroom, taking his key card before she let herself out the main door and locked that too. He would have to wait for the hotel staff to let him out before they could begin hunting for her. And she would be long gone before then.  

Cursing him and Richy as she trudged down what felt like a million stairs in six-inch stilettos, she knew she would have to cut and dye her hair. It had taken years to grow this long, and yet again, a fucking man had to ruin it. If she hadn't tempted her luck too far already, she would have killed the prick in the penthouse for the distress. The humiliation would have to do until the grim reaper came calling for him. Her mind was a labyrinth of half-formed plans and promises of retribution on her unending journey back to her room.

***

Aylin quietly let herself inside her room. The electronic beep as the door unlocked made her cringe as she spied Richy passed out on the bed. The sheets under him were rumpled. His wrists and ankles were rubbed raw, and she smiled slowly at the mental image of him struggling to get free before exhausting himself and falling asleep. She toed off her heels, tip-toeing over to the bed as a low simmer began in her core. How to wake him? She could simply yell at him. Or, she could do what she had wanted to do for days since he’d started bitching about being cooped up while she got to socialize.

What he didn’t understand was that she hated to be social. Completely despised having to pretend she cared about the things everyone else seemed to take great pride in. But she also knew she had to be seen doing so. People labeled her a loner, a weirdo, when she was alone for what they deemed an inappropriate amount of time. And it wasn’t long before they started paying close attention to what she was doing or saying. Rumors would start. Vicious, nasty rumors with the power to end her reign of terror long before she was ready. No, she had to act the part. Richy had done so for years, not realizing he was doing it, and now he was alone except for her, and he preferred it that way. Two weirdos were worse than one, so they had to make sure they were seen mingling.

Choosing option two, Aylin marched around the side of the king bed and leaned over him, watching him breathe for a moment before she lifted her hand and slapped him. Hard. Right across his face. Richy jolted awake immediately. Dark eyes blurred by sleep and confusion as she smiled sweetly at him. He bared his teeth, eyes narrowing on her as she winked and plopped down on the bed.

“What the fuck was that for?” He demanded, and she did not like his tone. She had come back. He should be grateful, not mad.

“You looked so peaceful. I didn’t like it.” She shrugged carelessly.

“Where the hell have you been? Did you fuck him?”

She gave an unladylike snort, fingers toying with her hair as her nipples hardened and peaked against her thin dress, and Richy’s eyes stuck to them like glue.

“And if I did?”

“I’ll kill you.” He swore, and now she laughed loudly.

He was practically snarling at her now, and she decided to push him further.

“Hmm. And how will you do that when I hold the key to your freedom?” She looked pointedly at the leather and steel cuffs strapping him down, and she saw the defeat in him, but he didn’t back down.

“I can be patient.” He promised, and she rose to her feet, smirking down at him.

He was beautiful when riled, in a way that would turn most off and frighten them. It only made her skin pebble as she shivered.

“I have a better idea,” she said darkly, sliding the straps of her dress down her arms before reaching behind her to pull down the zipper. Richy watched her hungrily as she let it slither down her body and pool at her feet, baring herself to him and delighting as his cock stirred to life.

She had forgone a bra, but the skimpy underwear felt good against her smooth sensitive flesh. He was quiet as she removed that, too, a predator caged as his captor gave him a taste of how Hannah had felt. Though she doubted Hannah had been so turned on, he could barely speak as Aylin swung her leg over his waist and straddled him. This type of power was a potent drug to her, an addiction that addled her mind and drove her to new heights of insanity. Like junk food and indolence, it was bad for her health, yet she didn’t care. Would keep indulging until it killed her or him.

As she leaned forward, the sway of her breasts caught his eye, and she raked her manicured nails down his chest, adding to the myriad of marks already tattooed there. She was marked into his skin, bruised and red. If she left him tomorrow, it would be an age before he could forget her. His blackened soul was the strongest aphrodisiac she had encountered as she felt his cock jump against her ass. The darkness residing in him came out to play as she lowered her mouth and dragged her teeth across his chest, wishing she could taste the wild beating heart underneath. Between her legs, she was soaked, and she knew he felt it as she shifted back on her haunches to stare him down.

“Do you still want to kill me?” She taunted, fingers pinching and pulling on his nipple to see how he’d react. A hiss of pain and a deep chuckle told her he didn’t mind it.

“Undecided.” He bit out.

Humming, she trailed a hand up his torso, wrapping it around his neck and pushing down until his air cut off. He groaned when she let up and bent down, nipping at his lips and darting her tongue inside to play with his as she squeezed his throat again. They were like lit TNT whenever they gave into their primal instinct to tear, bite, and taste. No thought other than the pleasure they could steal from each other. Letting him breathe, a cramping ache in her core too hot to ignore any longer, she reached behind her and grabbed hold of his rigid cock. No foreplay to ease her into it as she lifted to settle him at her entrance, intentionally clenching her inner muscles as he breached her cunt, and she left gravity do the rest.

Head thrown back, and teeth clenched, she reveled in the rough drag of his cock against her taut inner walls. Every hard inch of him stretching her too quickly it hurt them both. Richy's hands were fisted so tightly his knuckles had bleached white, his jaw jutting as he panted, and she bottomed out with a rough gasp. She fell forward as if given a blow to the head, hands scrabbling on his chest as she breathed through the invasion. He was so hard, knocked so deeply she could feel him in her stomach, a torrent of wetness dripping from her as she made small movements to ease herself. Taunting him with the slightest hint of friction until the veins in his neck popped.

Arousal flooded her veins, replacing her blood with flame as she flattened her palms on his chest, locked eyes with him, and slowly, painfully slowly pushed off him. It was pleasure with a serrated edge. Her insatiable obsession to be split apart and used harshly fast took over, and she moved over him until the sting and burn of being rent so abruptly turned to black ecstasy. A warbling moan fell from her as she slammed down, sweat already trickling down her neck as her chest heaved. Her nails cut half-moons into his skin. He didn't complain and urged her to move when she remained still to catch her breath.

Finding a rhythm that soon sent her spiraling, she swirled her hips with each sinuous slide down and felt him twitch inside her. He was too close. Too wound up and pissed off, he’d explode before she could have her fun. That wouldn't do. Ignoring her own need, she lifted him off and laughed as he snarled her name in warning. Crawling up his body, she straddled his head, gripping the headboard before lowering herself onto his waiting mouth and giving him a command he would not ignore.

“Put that mouth to work and make me come, or you won't get to.”

A grunt was his only reply before his tongue dipped into her drenched folds, her thighs clamped around his ears as she whimpered and rolled her hips. She didn't care if he couldn't breathe, not as he flattened his tongue against her clit and lapped at her essence. A carnal growl rumbled through him that she felt between her thighs. He worked her hard. Every flick and dart inside and around her caused her legs to tremble and threaten to give out. It started slow, a ripple of heat from her center, gentle waves of pleasure that made her cry out and plead for more. Then she ignited like wildfire as he devoured her like a man starved. It burned out of control inside her as her cunt clenched around nothing. Release was a song in her molten blood as he chuckled and grazed his teeth over her clit to make her wail like a demon possessed.

Backing away, her body quivered as she glared at his smug smirk, glistening with her wetness, his chin was saturated, and she couldn't resist kissing him. Salt and sweet, heavy on his tongue, and she wanted him to always taste like her, a fierce sense of ownership washing over her as she leaned back and took him inside her again. It was effortless now, so wet and pliant she had no trouble seating him to the hilt and bouncing over him until his face twisted in anguish and desperation. Each time she felt him nearing the edge, she stopped and toyed with his body, clawing at his skin and biting his neck, sucking mouthfuls of his flesh to mark him more. He was a work of art by the time he used the only words she would heed.

“You win. I can't fucking take this. You win, Aylin.” His voice was pained, destroyed under the weight of the tension straining his body. Victory rang like a bell in her head as she rose up, and he slid free of her with a lewd sound that made her smile.

Reaching into the nightstand drawer, she took out the small metal key atop the hotel bible and hurriedly unfastened his hands. She had just unlocked his ankles, her back to him, when her hair was gathered in a fist, and he yanked hard, dragging her across the bed. Whining, utterly delighted at the pain licking over her scalp, she didn't fight back as he let go of her hair and shoved her face down on the mattress. Pressing her sticky thighs together to counter the hollowness eating at the frayed strands of her sense of reality, he was muttering under his breath that she was a nightmare come to life. It was the loveliest compliment he had given her. She knew what he wanted but waited for him to tell her, a show of submission that would piss him off and make him treat her with unmerciful brutality.

“On your knees, ass in the air, and don't fucking argue.” He ordered and gripped her thighs in a bruising hold as she lazily did as told.

Forcing her legs apart, his hand pushing on her lower back to make her arch deeper, she sensed him behind her a second before he entered her in a reckless movement that made her bury her face in the sheet. Keening, she grabbed at the pillows for something to hold onto as he fucked her savagely. The punch of his hips as he gave no thought to her pleasure made her toss her head wildly, a burning ache in her core that made her even more unhinged, and his groans were music to her ears as she fluttered around his thick cock. It was a torment. A delectable agony she would submit to every night so long as he didn't become a risk to her freedom. His lack of care toward her excited her even more. He didn't give a fuck if she liked it or not, he did, and that selfishness spoke in a complex tongue to the poison seeping from her iced-out heart.

Blunt nails scraped over her hips, sweat making his grip slide as he overwhelmed her body. She had turned feral under the onslaught. Lifting her head from the bed to howl like a beast when his hand smacked her ass so hard her teeth rattled, and her cunt clamped around him like a vice. Pleased with her reaction, he did it again, harder and harder, her skin prickling and inflamed as he fucked her to the edge of another orgasm. Madness, her dearest friend, had full control as he reached under her, and between thumb and forefinger, he took hold of her clit and pinched.

He drove into her once, twice, another pinch on that swollen bundle of nerves, and she erupted so forcefully he cried out in shock. Her name ripped from his throat as he slammed into her one last time, and the thrill of his come painting her inside prolonged the torturous waves she was riding. Electricity ran like a current under her skin, every nerve fired, and her skin felt too small for her bones as it stole her wits and breath. It was too much to withstand. Her body spasmed in time with the pulse inside her. Her mind winked out as he slumped over her and flattened her into the bed.

The last thing she remembered when she blinked her bleary eyes open a while later was his claim that he would repay the favor at some point. The bed was a mess of damp sheets tangled around them as he snored beside her. He hadn't bothered to move her from the center of the bed, and he was curled up near the edge, holding onto the sheet for dear life as she sat up and assessed her body. The lingering ache between her legs was heavy and thick, the sinful feeling making her grin as she stood on shaky legs and padded to the bathroom to shower.

She noted a dozen new bruises and bite marks in the bathroom's foggy mirror. A red raised handprint was clear on her ass, and she wore them all like jewelry as she returned to the bedroom and got dressed in dark clothing before she woke him. He wasn't pleased and snapped at her, but they didn't have much time left. The man she had drugged would raise the alarm when the drug wore off, and they had to be far away when he did. Richy moved swiftly once she explained, and she packed her meager possessions along with the money, watch, and other items she had pilfered.

When they were both ready, she grasped hold of his shirt, dragging him down to her level to give him a biting kiss. Wondering where they would go next and what dark, dangerous things they would do to each other once they got there. They left the hotel under a cloak of darkness. The night shift receptionist was snoozing behind his desk as they crept past and snuck out the back entrance. The car they'd rented was nondescript, already fuelled up, and they were soon on the road. They would have to find another soon so as not to test their luck. But as the sky burned red and the sun began its daily salutation, neither cared what the future held. They were good with right now and were determined to make the most of it in their cruel, selfish, and maleficent way. She saw only one ending for their sinister dalliance, but until then, she didn't give a fuck. 

This is either the best or worst smut I've ever written, and I don't know how to feel about that, lol. There will be no in between. Like marmite. You’ll either love or hate it. Let me know if you like it!

Part 3: Flesh & Blood

[she-x-wolf]

Meanwhile, Jake who just took Nymos from Anonymous :

[giu-world]

Darkness: When killing them with kindness doesn't work, try Voodoo

[ameliawarnerr]

Criminal Haven

Read the Prologue

Chapter 1: Old Friends

—The Leader—

“What the hell was that?” The unknown guy shouts. His soft facial features give away his youngness. From the five of us, only he appears to be frightened but he's hiding it well by the annoyed look on his face.

“You are asking us?” The bitterness in Hannah's voice has only increased. Six days ago she was freed. She was welcomed by her family and must have thought the craziness was over. I can only imagine her rage after finding her tied again and worst of all– her ex-kidnapper sits beside her.

The guys look at Hannah from me. Then, his face shows dismissal of whatever he was about to say. He lowers his voice, finding the right tone of seriousness and says without looking at any of us, “Look, if it's a prank you all are playing on me, stop it right now. It's sick.”

Jake cuts in. “Do any of us look like we want to be here?” His sharp voice cuts through the silence in the room. The guy falls quiet, his eyes flicker to me before they lower to the ground.

I examine the surroundings. There's nothing useful in the sight– except for these chairs and handcuffs bounding us. Although, to make the use of them, we’d need to first get out of them. I can't think of a way to get out this– our hands are cuffed behind the chair which restricts our movements.

I scan Richy’s body. He's not weak but neither strong enough to break through them either. My next target is the unknown guy– he's not particularly skinny but he seems tall which implies strength might not be his strong point. I have never missed Dan.

Disappointed, I turn to my last hope– Jake Donfort.

Before I can look at his body, I am distracted by his face. The crease on his forehead gives away how hard he is contemplating. And this is the time when I should be doing the same. But I cannot stop staring at him. Even if he's tied up like us, he appears to be in control.

Sensing my gaze, his eyes flicker to mine. I dart my eyes randomly around the room before they settle on the door behind Richy.

I notice the unknown guy glowering at Jake’s face as if he's making sense of something. He sighs in exasperation. “You really expect me to believe that you have nothing to do with this mess? You four know each other, I'm the only one—”

Jake isn't looking at him when he says, “I don't have plenty of time to play pranks on you. None of us do. Get over yourself.” His eyes only flicker to him at the end of his sentence and then back to where he was looking. He doesn't put much effort in when he speaks and somehow, that plays to his advantage.

The guy exhales, looks at me, looks at the floor. I furrow my brows at him.

Hannah’s drained when she tilts her head at Richy. “Why don't we focus on the one who can really do this?”

Richy doesn't react to her implicit accusation.

Hannah turns to Jake. “He has played the imposter before. He can do it again.”

I notice the softness in Jake’s eyes as he looks at Hannah. He has saved her, physically but he cannot erase the memories, the doubts that would arise everytime she has to trust someone. He can't undo the damage. I think he's realising that too.

“You know I'm right. He can't be trusted.” Hannah stresses as no one acknowledges her claim.

I dropped my head, eyes focused on my lap. I know Hannah is right about calling him untrustworthy but I'm more afflicted by his silence– he can't even fathom words to defend himself.

“No,” my head rises in Jake's voice. “Although you are right, he can't be trusted. But he's not the one behind all of this.”

Richy could have expected to be suspected but I'm certain that he didn't accept someone taking his side, especially not Jake. I know it because I didn't either. But I'm sure I'd hear a logical explanation if I question Jake now. But I have to add why I think Richy isn't the one behind this.

“He’s right.” I say, looking at Hannah. I don't know how much she'd care about my opinion. But she has to listen to it. I've contributed to her search without having a reason to. “As shameful as it is, but he had a reason then. He has none now.” I refrain from adding how he tried to end his life. And now that proves he couldn't have done this.

I can feel his eyes on me.

Before I could drown in the memory of that last video call, a clanging sound of metal grabs my attention. My eyes fly to Jake's handcuffs as his hands move flexibly around the metal, his long fingers bend skillfully inwards. I spot a long, narrow pin between two of his fingers.

The handcuffs drop the moment his hands cease to move. Everyone gapes at him, including myself as he rises on his feet, walking towards. “How did you do that?”

He answers when he is close enough for only me to hear him. “I’ve been fooling the government for years,” he stops at my feet as I crane my neck to peer at him, “Do you really believe handcuffs will be enough to restrain me?” There's a hint of a smile on his face.

“Well, I certainly didn't think you'd brag about that.” I speak as he bends around my side, attempting to free my hands too. I can feel the side of his face being merely inches away from mine. “Too close.” I whisper.

“Intended.” He whispers back. I'm glad his chest hides the best part of my face because I truly distrust my facial expressions right now. I restrain a shiver by fisting my hands and it doesn't help that he can see them. I brush off the flutter and focus on the fact that he wants to talk about something he doesn't want others to hear. “What’s the status? Who do you think we can trust?”

“Hannah’s in the clear obviously. Even if I consider it unemotionally, she could be revengeful but that's reserved only for Richy. Anyways, she's not resourceful enough to have planned this.” I whisper quickly, hoping my words are clear. He listens intently as his hands barely move.

“Neither is Richy.” He points out. “The unknown guy? Is he really your old friend?”

In my scrutiny, I almost forget our closeness. When I shake my head, my cheeks brush against Jake’s. I gulp, “If he is, he must be a really old friend because I don't recall ever meeting this guy.”

Jake commits the same mistakes as he nods and his face almost fits the crook of my neck. I exhale. He clears his throat. “I’d need you to talk to him.”

“I don't know. He seems resentful.” I argue.

“Not of you, though.” I hear the handcuffs drop and I sigh in relief, retreating my hands.

I run my palm against the reddish mark they have left. “What? How do you know?” I ask him as he retreats.

“I’m observant.” He reasons before moving to Hannah. He gets rid of her cuffs in less than ten seconds.

She doesn't get on her feet. Instead, she wraps her arms around herself then puts a palm on her forehead. I wish I had the time to empathise with her or comfort her but I’m on the edge myself. And one thing I know about life: get comfortable on the edge if you wish to survive. My being comfortable on the edge brings indifference and insensitivity with it.

I rise and walk to Richy. He acknowledges my presence by turning his head in my direction but his eyes don't meet mine. “Just because I vindicated you doesn't mean you have my trust. You want yourself out of those cuffs, give me your word that you wouldn't do anything reckless.” By the time I'm finished, Jake walks past me. He stops in front of the door behind Richy’s chair, examining it.

I drop my eyes to Richy again. This time, he looks at me. His face is worse than it looked from my spot earlier. “You think I’m crazy.” He says not as much to me as himself.

I cross my arms. “Like I said, I think you can't be trusted. And I don't care one bit if you stay tied to this chair. Give me your word and we free you. This is a one time and only offer you'd get from me. Take it or leave it.”

He nods a couple of times. “Fine. I'd ask you to free me but that’d contradict your distrust.” I avert my eyes from him. “You don't seem to notice that but I do. So I’d rather ask you to free me of this chair then you can keep me in handcuffs.”

Jake turns to me, waiting for me to make the call. I nod at him and he unlocks Richy’s cuffs. Slowly, Richy turns to Jake offering his hands to be cuffed again. Jake shoves one of the cuffs in his pocket as the other hangs outside. I glare at him. “What are you doing, Jake?”

“I’m keeping them with me, just in case.” He answers. Already aware of my dissent, he leads me to a corner.

“We cannot trust him, Jake. We have no idea what's going on here. We can't rule anyone out so easily.” I point out, not bothering to mention the exception to this: Hannah. He already knows it.

“You ruled me out of your suspicion.” He points out.

“I trust you.” These words come out as easily as they have many times before. “And don't you play with words or argue. Eloquence is my expertise not yours.” That's why I could get the things out of the people involved. Things they didn't tell their friends. Although Jake isn't entirely terrible with words when it comes to arguments, I don't say that to him.

“I know. It is mine to guide you back on track when you get distracted.” He implied. If it wasn't him, I'd get angry for being called distracted.

“What do you mean? I'm being practical right now.” I refute.

He takes a step forward, his voice lowering. “I know you trust him. You just want to punish him by showing that you don't.” I stare at him, blankly. “It’s reasonable but by the look on your face, I think you didn't realise it. And now that you have, I know you'd consider it unnecessary.”

“You might be right.” I murmur.

“That guy. Are you ready to talk to him?” He queried.

I nod. “Stop me if I get off the track again.” I walk past him.

He follows me. “That’s my expertise.”

While walking to him, I drag an empty chair with me and position it in front of him. I sit as Jake stands, a hand on the head of the chair.

He looks between Jake and I. He lets out a sarcastic laugh. “You are not going to free me because I'm the odd one out?”

“You won't be if you tell me your name and how we are supposed to know each other.” The unknown voice called him my old friend. Since he got all our identities right. (Though he twisted them at his own convenience. Nevertheless, they were somewhat true.) I doubt that he'd be wrong about his and my old friendship.

“I’ll tell you my name but I'd doubt it’ll help much.” He hints.

“You don't get to decide that.”

“You’re right. I'll let you decide. My name is Kai Pierce. Doesn't ring any bells, does it?” His edged voice is infuriating. But he's right. I haven't heard that name ever before.

Jake cuts in. “Cut to the chase. You know something. It's obvious so don't waste our time.”

Kai’s amber eyes flare up. “You know what?” He glares straight into my eyes. “I am stuck here because of you. If it wasn't for you—”

I cut him off. “Are you sure about that? Let me remind you that the lunatic from before made it pretty clear that we are here because everyone of us has committed a crime or two. So you want to blame someone? Blame yourself.” I countered partly because now he'd want to back up his statement from before. I don't care if it is really here because of me. But now that I retaliated, he'd have to bring in evidence. And the only possible one would be his identity.

“No. You're wrong. I don't see every person who has ever committed a crime in this room. I am here because of my connection with you. And the least you can do is remember that connection.” His voice is rising and his patience drops. I don't even have to say anything before his patience lowers to nothing.

“But I'd give you a hint,” he says, growing restless. “The first time we ever talked, when we didn't even know each other well, you called me your old friend. Isn't that ironic?”

“It is ironic.” I break into an icky smile. “Darkness.”

He mirrors my expressions. “Your old friend,” he echoes.

Next chapter here!

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I'm trying to bring out the side of MC that we often saw in the game: the smart, tactful leader yet emotionally available and compassionate. I hope that's working out.

If any of you are confused about Darkness: when we chatted with (normally like we do with others) him the first time, there was a dialogue option “hello darkness my old friend". This was in reference to that. For this fic, I'm assuming MC chose that option.

Also this post marks my 100th post and I have badge on my profile now!!!!!

Thanks for reading!

:)

[strangealienranchgoop]

In the beginning:

[Imagine being stranded on a desert island what would you want to have the most?]

Jake to MC: my computer

At the end:

[Imagine being stranded on a desert island what would you want to have the most?]

Jake to MC: You

[incorrectnessduskwood]

MC: *clicks pen*

Jake: *clicks pen in response*

Lilly: Stop that.

MC: Stop what?

Lilly: You’re talking about me in Morse code!

MC: Yes, that’s what we're doing. In our very limited time, we took a class on a very outdated, very unnecessary form of communication just so we could talk about you in front of you. Congrats, you figured us out!

*later*

Jake, to Darkness: That’s actually exactly what we were doing.