#realise i’d done that until i heard the pop and felt the searing pain

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2022 heard me saying that it was a shit year but at least it didn’t try to kill me as many times as 2021 did, and was like ‘y’know what? Let’s end this bitch’ and made me sprain my knee again

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It's that time once again when Diabolical plays in my head on loop.

Can I please get fic where Hels gets back on hermitcraft server? Causing some shenanigans and general trouble?

This was so much fun to write, thank you!! It also ended up being WAY more angsty than I expected but I’m sure you’ll enjoy it anyway, my friend :) Slight CW: minor descriptions of injuries

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  Welsknight had been avoiding his nether portal as much as possible since he saw his doppelganger disappear through it. Something about the formerly harmless particles and whooshing noise when he walked past it now just about gave him an anxiety attack every time he walked past it. Once, when Jevin popped out of it to say hello just hours after Helsknight had left, Wels had reacted so violently that Jevin was STILL wary around him all these months later. 

  Nobody used his portal anymore. He made sure of that. 

  One sunny day, he finally worked up the courage to go to the shopping district, something he hadn’t dared to do in weeks in case something happened. He went straight past his own portal and flew all the way to Etho’s; there was no way he was going to use the portal his evil clone went through to go back to the hell dimension from which he had come. 

  The shopping district had changed a lot in the weeks Wels had been avoiding it. He couldn’t help staring around at the myriad of new shops that had sprung up. It almost seemed like an entirely new place. 

  As Wels entered the barge, he found another Hermit already inside, browsing the chest full of golden carrots. 

  “Hi, Joe,” said Wels politely, unable to hide a smile at the sight of his old friend. 

  Joe turned and gave him a wave. “Howdy, Wels. Haven’t seen you around here for a few weeks.”

  “Yeah, it’s been… a while. Just been busy, that’s all.” Wels awkward;y indicated the chest. “You, uh… buying stuff?”

  “Nah, I’m not dealing with diamonds this season. I thought Grian might be open to some kind of trading system using stuff other than diamonds but he hasn’t responded to my message yet, so in the meantime, I’m-.” He broke off with a frown. “Okay, I think I might have forgotten to actually send the message.”

  Wels chuckled. “You’re busy too, huh? You only start forgetting stuff when you’ve got a lot on your mind.”

  Joe matched his chuckle. “I’ve got quite a few projects going at the moment, yes. You wanna come over to my base sometime and I’ll show you what I’m working on?”

  “That sounds nice, Joe, thanks.”

  At that moment, the sound of a firework going off nearby caused both of them to look up. A second later, a figure glided through the door and landed neatly on the ground, his elytra closing as he took a few steps further into the room. “Hey, Wels,” Etho said, giving a friendly wave. “Man, you really got here fast.”

  Wels frowned at his friend. “What do you mean?”

  “Well, I just saw you over by Shade-E-E’s a minute ago. You said hello to me and everything.”

  “That…” Wels’s heart skipped a beat. “That wasn’t me.”

  Etho frowned back. “Well, then… Someone must’ve stolen a spare set of armour or something, cuz it looked exactly like you.”

  “Oh…” Blinking very fast, Wels let out a nervous breath. “Oh, boy… Please don’t tell me he’s back…”

  Etho and Joe exchanged a confused look. “Who?” asked Joe.

  Wels considered either making something up or dismissing his comment, but looking at the concerned faces of two of his best friends on the server, he decided to tell the truth. “The evil clone of myself that Beef and I accidentally created who ran off into the nether after I beat him in a rap battle when he tried to destroy the server.”

  Etho stared at him with wide eyes. 

  “I thought it might be something like that,” said Joe, nodding.

  “How can you possibly have been expecting that?” Wels said in disbelief.

  Joe shrugged. “I’ve heard weirder.”

  “Well… anyway. His name is Helsknight and he’s from a nether-like dimension called Hels, apparently. I thought I’d driven him back to where he came from but I should’ve known he wouldn’t stay away for long.”

  “To be frank, beating him in a rap battle isn’t quite as definitive as beating him in PVP,” said Joe. 

  Wels scowled. “The last time I tried PVP, you dropped an anvil on my head from a great height.”

  “Oh yeah.” Joe snickered. “I did.”

  “Leaving that aside,” said Etho, “it seems there’s an evil clone of you loose on the server, so we should probably deal with that. Helsknight, you said his name is?”

  Wels nodded. “He looks exactly like me except his eyes are red, his armour is slightly greyer than mine, and his hair is a darker shade of blond.”

  “Ohh, I noticed the darker armour,” said Etho. “I just thought it was the shade from my shop. I guess we’d better go find him, huh?”

  “Yeah, I need to find him before he causes any more chaos. You guys should probably warn the other Hermits so they-.”

  “No, we’re coming with you to find him,” Etho interrupted. 

  “It’ll be quicker if the three of us look together,” Joe added. “Plus, I’ve never met an evil clone before, so it would be rather thrilling to do so.”

  Wels frowned at his friends. “Are you sure? He’s really dangerous. I don’t know exactly what he’s capable of, but he’s from a hellfire dimension, so...”

  “As sure as the day is long,” replied Joe, patting his friend on the shoulder. “You need our help and we aren’t gonna abandon you.”

  As Etho nodded, Wels gave a small smile. “Thank you, guys. I really appreciate it.”

  “No worries. So where should we look first?” asked Etho.

  “Well…” Wels thought for a moment. “He’s probably trying to cause some shenanigans on the server. If we check certain prominent places on the server, we’ll probably find him trying to lure me out somehow.”

  “I’ll check the rest of the shopping district, then,” said Joe. “He might still be here.”

  “I’ll have a look round the nether hub and the Upside Down,” Etho added. “You said he’s from a nether-like dimension so he might gravitate there. What about you, Wels?”

  “I’m going to Bdubs’s castle,” said Wels. “It’s the most medieval build on the server, so if he isn’t there now, he’ll end up there eventually.”

  “Okay, but be careful, Wels,” Etho said softly. “Don’t do anything reckless.”

  “I won’t.”

  With that, the group split up. 

  Wels flew straight over to Bdubs’s base. As he got closer, he couldn’t help marvelling at the sheer size and grandeur of the cliff and the castle sitting atop it. It was one of the grandest bases on the servers, so Wels felt sure he would find his clone here.

  He landed atop the cliff and started looking around. As he explored further, he spotted the person he was looking for standing at the entrance to Bdubs’s castle. 

  “If you’re looking for your little friend Bdoubleo, he’s in the nether,” crowed Helsknight. “I watched him go through his portal.”

  Wels glared up at his doppelganger. “You know I’m not looking for Bdubs.”

  “Are you here to rap battle with me again, then?” Helsknight grinned. “I warn you: I’ve been practising.”

  Shaking his head, Wels drew his sword. “No, Hels. I’m going to do what I should have done in the first place.” 

  Helsknight sighed and drew his own sword. “So boring. Come on, then.”

  His doppelganger’s relaxed, indifferent manner sent a bolt of anger straight into Wels. Letting out a yell, he charged to attack.

  Their battle lasted at least ten minutes, though to Wels, it felt like hours. He poured all his energy into his swings, attacking his evil clone with all the rage and fear that had threatened to consume him since Helsknight had disappeared into the nether all those months ago. He was done letting his negative emotions control his life. 

  Finally, Wels managed to knock Helsknight’s sword out of his hand and kick him to the ground, aiming his own sword at his evil clone’s neck. 

  Helsknight simply grinned evilly up at him. “You gonna kill me, Welsy? I wouldn’t do it if I were you; we Hels Hermits only get stronger when we die. If you kill me, I’ll come back with a vengeance. We have a special lava fountain in Hels that can-.”

  “Oh, shut up,” snapped Wels suddenly. “I’m not going to kill you, but not because of any stupid threats you make. I don’t care what you have in Hels. I’m not going to kill you, because I’m merciful. But if you ever come back here again, I won’t be so forgiving. Do you understand?”

  Helsknight simply stared back at him. “You’ve got some great friends here, Welsy. Better hold onto them in case something… happens.”

  Wels narrowed his eyes. “You stay away from them. I swear to god, if you-.”

  He hadn’t realised that he had lowered his hand slightly until Helsknight moved, fast as lightning, and kicked the sword out of his hand. Before he could react, Helsknight jumped up and grabbed him by the throat. He took two steps forward and threw Wels over the edge of the cliff. 

  The fall seemed to take only a split second, but the cliff was tall enough that Wels’s left leg broke immediately upon impacting the ground. He lay still in shock, too numb to cry, despite the searing pain in his leg, which was folded painfully underneath his body. 

  Helsknight appeared above him and effortlessly picked him up off the ground, again by the throat. He grinned, his face less than a foot from Wels’s.

  “You know what else we have in Hels?” Helsknight taunted. “Fire. Lots of fire.”

  He lifted his free hand, which was now engulfed in burning hot flames. Wels weakly struggled in his grip, trying to lean as far away from his counterpart as possible, as Helsknight slowly moved the fire closer to his face, taunting him with the fact that he couldn’t escape it. 

  The flames started to burn his face. He held his breath, trying not to let his pain show, trying not to give Helsknight the satisfaction. 

  But finally, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He let out a cry at the burning agony across the side of his face.

  Helsknight barked a laugh and retracted his hand, as if all he’d been after was a reaction from Wels. “Maybe you should stick with the rap battles next time.”

  With that, he dropped Wels on the ground and walked away.

  Wels lay where he fell, unable to move through the burning pain in his face and leg. His chest moved quickly up and down as he struggled for oxygen, still winded from the battle. 

  “Wels!” yelled a familiar voice from somewhere behind him. 

  Seconds later, Joe appeared on his right and Etho on his left, their worried faces peering down at him. 

  “Is he okay?” Joe gasped.

  “H-His face…!” Etho gently touched Wels’s burnt cheek. Wels could feel his friend’s cool fingers trembling. “Wels, can you hear me?”

  Wels couldn’t speak, couldn’t reassure his friends that he would be okay. His leg would heal. His face, he wasn’t sure yet. The only thing he knew wouldn’t heal was the crushing feeling of failure, of knowing that because of said failure, an evil clone of himself was still running around the server, potentially hurting people he cared about. The pain in his leg and face served as an agonising reminder that he wasn’t strong enough to stop his doppelganger. 

  How was he supposed to protect other people when he couldn’t even protect himself?

[namjuicyy]

The Contract - Chapter Seven

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Genre: Angst, fluff, smut.

Genre of this part: Smut, fluff, angst if you squint.

Word Count: 3.6k.

Summary: Your life is turned upside down when a contract is pushed your way. But what happens if you sign it?

Warnings: Panty kink/panty sniffing, degradation, hella dom!Tae, dirty talk, choking, orgasm denial, protected sex, vaginal sex, voyeurism, consensual filming, clit spanking, gagging, consensual sending, brief use of male sex toys. Heheheheheheheheheheh. Enjoy, hoes.

Park Dahee was perhaps one of the kindest, yet one of the most insufferable people you had ever had the pleasure of being friends with. Dahee had no filter, no shame and certainly no indoor voice, meaning any public outing the two of you had together was as if you were announcing your private life through a billboard that played sounds and projected special effects. Though, despite the brash exterior, Dahee was your source of sanity in this whole crazy mess. One of the only people outside of your relationship you could talk to, and the only one who would truly understand what you were going through because she was going through it herself.

Dahee was the loving girlfriend of GOT7, one of the few people in this part of the industry who would still be there for the band if all the money disappeared. She was strong, fearless, confident, kind, loving, thoughtful. Through the grapevine she had learnt of your arrival on the scene and felt like it was her duty to make you feel welcome and offer her hand in friendship, because Lord knows she could have done with that when she first entered the relationship. She messaged you within the first week of being with Bangtan, and hadn't left you alone six months later.

Now it was the height of summer, and you had met up in the local Starbucks for your weekly (or as weekly as you could get it) catch-up and regular therapy session. Dahee was the first to technically break her contract with JYP to tell you the ins and outs of her relationship, whether you wanted the tea or not. But it only made you more comfortable with her, and eventually you ended up sharing some things and just getting more and more comfortable around her.

She sat down at the table opposite you and took in your sweaty appearance, laughing at the foreigner who still hadn't got used to the searing summers South Korea faced annually. She, of course, looked as radiant as always – her long black hair in a French braid and her loose-fitting playsuit adorning her curves perfectly. You could see why GOT7 adored her as much as they did. You were borderline falling in love with her too.

"You look like you're pregnant." She joked, taking in the way you were lounging on the metal chair.

"Why did you pick outdoor seating on a hot summer's day?"

"Purely and simply, my dear, to fuck with you. Now," she sighed and handed you your drink off the tray, "I have just come back from Japan where I was dicked down on the daily by seven gorgeous men who simply couldn't get enough of me and wouldn't let me pick up my phone to contact you. So I've missed a lot. Spill the tea. I need to know everything."

"Well, I have a fun conundrum for you... my knickers keep going missing."

"Your knickers?"

"Yup. Then reappearing in random places. At first I thought I was misplacing them, but the last three times I've found them they've had the smallest white stain on them."

Dahee looked pleased with your confession, almost excited by what she'd heard. She smacked on the table and laughed. "You my darling, are living with a panty fetishist."

There was a slight smirk playing on your face, your demeanour turning cocky as you took a sip of your drink. "I have no idea who it is, but I'm excited to find out."

"So no one's given you any indication that they want to wank with your undies?"

"Yeah, some of them pop into my bedroom and ask if they can borrow a pair." Dahee rolled her eyes at your sarcasm. "No, whoever it is they're keeping it well hidden. I think they're ashamed... or at least guilty that they think they're taking and wanking on my clothes with them."

"That's kinda hot though." Dahee pouted. "Why can't one of my guys do that with my panties?"

You laughed. "Why are you jealous?"

"Because I'd love to catch him in the act and 'punish' him."

"Why do all of our conversations end up like this? And why does it always happen in a public space?"

Dahee smiled her usual evil smile when she took pleasure in winding you up. "Because, my dear, I'm a thirsty hoe, exactly like you. Promise me you'll let me know who it is the second you find out." You hesitated. "Promise me!"

"Okay, okay! Fine. I'll tell you who it is when I know."

The bedroom was pitch black, not even the moon could make it through your bedroom curtains. You couldn't see anything, but you could feel everything. Jungkook had snuggled up to you, much closer than he had before, especially given that you were both face-to-face. You could feel his breath on your nose, and his strong arms grip you tighter. You wished there was some light so you could see his peaceful face – his angelic, sleeping face that made him look so sweet and soft, you couldn't help but stroke it gently, despite many museums telling you not to touch the art.

The way he was breathing, you could have easily assumed that he was asleep. His voice was the only indication that he wasn't. His deep voice soft and tender as he whispered to you, confessing things he wouldn't have done had he known you were awake.

"Part of me wonders if I shouldn't have let it go on this far – this... whatever it is the eight of us have going on." He tells you. "I can't imagine what this might be doing to you. Emotionally you might be fine, you might even love this attention. And I wouldn't blame you. You deserve to be showered in love in all it's forms. I'm just scared we're going to hurt you... physically. Some hyungs take things too far. Not that they mean to, of course, they're not bad people. They just get carried away, and I don't want you to be at the brunt of their uncontrollable ways. I care about you too much to let you get hurt. I couldn't bear to see you in any kind of pain. Contract or not, I love you. I always have. It's just taken this weird... thing to make me see it. We all love you – or rather, we're all in love with you."

Jungkook's confession had knocked you for six. You couldn't quite believe those were the words coming out of his mouth. He had never been quite so candid with you before, and you weren't sure if you should let on and tell him how you felt and reassure him, or just let him have his moment, pretend it didn't happen and tell him how you felt some other time, with the knowledge that he wouldn't reject you.

You chose to remain asleep, but snuggle into him a little more. He froze, wondering if you were awake, but quickly concluded you were unconscious and just continued to hold you like he had been. Jungkook was the sweetest young man you had ever had the pleasure of knowing, even before he started cuddling you to sleep you knew he was beautiful inside and out. Until his confession though, you didn't realise the true extent of it. And, for the nth time in a row, you fell asleep in his arms, feeling safe, secure and protected.

There was an inexplicable darkness to Kim Taehyung, one you couldn't quite figure out no matter how hard you tried. An underlying shadow that occasionally made an appearance at times you didn't quite expect. There was a glint in his eye that spelled trouble in several languages, and an evil smirk on his face that told you he was planning something. The appearances of the wickedness that could engulf him were quite rare, and usually you were met with the bright, bubbly, boxy smile of the somewhat childlike man who enjoyed twanging your bra strap or dipping his hands into your trousers to tug on your underwear, for no other reason than to annoy you. His playful laugh would sound as he dodged one of your light hearted slaps, and would disappear to somewhere in the apartment and leave you to shake your head at his impish nature.

Tae had been one of the only two members to not approach you in a sexual manner, though you were certain he was holding off for a reason you couldn't imagine. Taehyung was, perhaps, one of the most sexual people you had ever met. His performances oozed sensuality, as did the way he'd look at you whenever he drank a little too much but was still too shy to come forward. You had promised yourself you wouldn't force anyone into anything, and if they wanted sex they'd come to you, not the other way around. But there was a voice in the back of your head that told you to just get on your knees automatically for him and beg him to rip you in half. There were times when you were nearly about to – but each time you'd been interrupted from your thoughts by someone and was able to regain a modicum of sanity. He was so lustful in his mannerisms, and the devilishness of his personality was so alluring, it made keeping your prudence a difficult task. But you'd not failed yet.

You were the type of person who loved to wear the bare minimum to bed. An oversized t-shirt, a pair of panties and that was it. Something the guys loved about you because it meant that, if they had your consent, they'd be able to get easy access to any part of your body at any time of the night. Morning wood was easily taken care of because, in essence, all you had to do was take your underwear off, open your legs and enjoy the feeling of a big cock waking you up fully. Usually you put enough effort in to getting dressed, even on lazy days. Just wearing a t-shirt and a pair of leggings around the apartment was enough. But there were your super lazy days where all you did was change your panties, staying in your t-shirt and just lulling about.

Today was one of those days. You woke up in Jungkook's arms only hours after his confession, and immediately you knew that today you'd want to do the absolute least you possibly could. You peeled yourself out of his strong grip, and trudged out of the bedroom, trying to wake yourself up just a little. Kitchen. Food. Yes please.

Taehyung was already sat at the breakfast bar, a cup of tea in hand and a webtoon on his phone. He barely noticed your presence, not until you wrapped your arms around him and bade him a good morning.

"Sleep well?" He asked.

"Like a baby." You reached up to grab a mug off the top shelf. "You eaten yet?"

He cleared his throat. "Not yet. I wasn't hungry until you walked into the room."

When you turned around, you notice Tae's demeanour had changed. And the webtoon was long forgotten was he stared at you, that unfamiliar yet noticeable darkness had returned. His eyes were fixated on your hips, where your shirt had bunched up to reveal just the smallest part of your red panties. His long, beautiful fingers had been raised from the counter to play with his plump, bottom lip. He had seemingly turned from Jekyll to Hyde in the space of two seconds, looking at your body like a predator looks at their prey. You were standing in the corner of the kitchen cabinets, feeling trapped by his gaze. You couldn't move as you watched him slowly stand from the stool and meander to you, never taking his eyes off you. You were enthralled by him – this walking contradiction. This outwardly angelic man whom, right now, seemed like Lucifer himself. He hadn't said anything, not really. But there you were, dripping like a virgin, more than willing to open your legs for him if that's what he wanted you to do.

"You like to tease, don't you, baby girl?" Tae asked you, quietly. He brought his gorgeous hands coming up to your exposed neck as you looked up at him, keeping eye contact. You were fearful that if you broke that interaction, he'd be disappointed in you. And you didn't want that. "You tease us all. Flouncing about the apartment wearing next to nothing." His left hand found purchase in your hair and tugged a little. It didn't hurt, not really. "Moaning loudly while you're getting fucked." His right hand caressed your shoulder, fingers sliding under your shirt and exposing your bare shoulder to him. "It's like you want everyone to know what a whore you are for us. Hm?"

When he'd finished up top, he stroked his hand over your arm and down to your thigh. He gripped onto the hem of your shirt and slowly started to lift it. Your hand came to his, gripping it like your life depended on it as he continued to expose your thigh. But Tae had no way near finished winding you up yet. "Wearing tiny little panties and leaving them strewn about the place for anyone to find."

Your voice was hoarse when you spoke. You always liked pushing your limits in these situations. Maybe you shouldn't with Tae. But you tried. "You certainly found them, didn't you?"

Tae smirked and bit his lip. "Couldn't help myself. You'd left them there, taunting me. And hearing you get destroyed by the Hyungs, what was I supposed to do?" His voice dropped lower. "You smelled so good, sounded fucking amazing. How could I not get myself off to the scent of you, imagining that my face was in between those filthy thighs of yours and unravelling you with my tongue, huh?"

"Fuck."

His hands hooked into your panties and started to pull them down. His movements were teasing, slow, painful. He knew you wanted him. He had an almost sixth sense about you. He had a sixth sense about everyone. He was often painted as the dumb one, but in actuality he let people underestimate him. He allowed people to think what they wanted to. It made no difference to him. He was one of the smartest people you'd met, despite his satoori and his childlike behaviour that you'd forgotten about when his hands had begun to work your pussy like he'd done it a thousand times before. Stroking your clit with such gentility.

"You really are a little slut, aren't you?" He asked, softly nipping at your chin as you opened your moth to moan. "A beautiful, greedy," he increased the pressure on your clit now to an almost painful touch. But God did it feel good. "Filthy, little tart. Look at you, creaming on my fingers." His hand that was in your hair now came to your throat, restricting your breathing only slightly. "Bet you wish it was my cock, don't you? Don't you?"

"Yes."

"You're close aren't you?"

"Y-yes, oh God, please."

"Please what?"

"Let me cum, please. Feels so good please let me cum."

He moved his hand away. "Get in my room. Now."

When he entered his bedroom, his calm resolve flushed away and he became frantic – almost animalistic. Your shirt was the only thing to be removed, him opting to leave your panties on and simply push them to the side when he'd undressed completely, rolled on the condom and wanted to be deep, deep inside you.

The stretch was, for lack of a better term, immense. He was just as long as Namjoon, but a lot thicker. He had you screaming at just the stretch, grasping onto the sheets and screaming the Lord's name.

"Oh fuck, you feel so good. Now I know why the Hyungs keep talking about you."

"F-fuck me. Tae, please, fuck me."

He thrust into you once, harshly, making you move a little up the bed, tits bouncing dramatically. "God. You want me to fuck you?"

"Yeah."

"Rip you in half?"

"God, please."

As soon as he gripped onto your waist you knew it was over for you in the best possible way. He rammed his cock into you like it was the only thing he'd been put on this earth to do.

"Still so tight after all the cocks that have been inside you. Such a good fucking girl." He grunted alongside you when he hit that sweet spot inside you. "Red looks so good on you, baby girl. You look like a soft little present. I've always loved these little panties on you baby. Fuck."

You wanted to answer him but you couldn't. He felt too good all you could think about was him inside of you, moaning his name over and over again like a mantra.

"Jungkook hasn't fucked you yet, has he?" You shook your head. "N-no. He'd be fucking unbearable if he had." A devilish smirk appeared on his face as an idea popped into his head. "What do you say we play with him a bit, huh? Let's make him see what he's missing out on, what do you say?"

You simply nodded, unable to say anything as he was still stuffing you full of his cock. He pulled out of you, just long enough for him to get his phone and open the camera. He pointed it at his hard cock, so mouth-wateringly close to your heat, and pressed record. As soon as he was recording, he shoved himself back inside you, watching him fuck you through the camera and making you scream. "God, Jungkookie, listen to her." He put his thumb to your clit and started rubbing again. "Look at her whining." He moved the camera up to catch your tits bouncing. "You gonna cum, baby? Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Who's fucking you?" When you didn't answer quick enough he spanked your clit. "Who's fucking you?"

"K-Kim Taehyung!"

"Good girl. Such a good fucking girl. You love getting fucked by my big cock, don't you?"

"Fuck, Tae! Yes. Please can I cum? Let me cum please?"

He stopped rubbing your clit once more. "No."

"Tae please!"

"Stop your fucking whining." He tugged at your panties, pulling out of you so he could take them off you. With one hand he balled it up, slapped your face so you'd open your mouth and shoved them inside. "I don't like whiny whores."

Jungkook was surprised when he opened his phone to find a video message from Tae. Usually he doesn't check or respond to texts from the guys – he lives with them, he never felt the need. But his curiosity got the better of him, especially as he'd been woken up by Tae fucking you just next door. He was surprised to hear you go quiet, but when he got the video through, he understood why. You'd been gagged with your own underwear while Taehyung used you for his own pleasure. He watched on the screen as you squirted around Taehyung's cock, clasping down on your gag and screaming quietly as you came. Tae, for good measure, pulled your panties out from your mouth, removed the condom, and wrapped the silk around his cock jerking himself off over your body so he could cum on your stomach, and in part on your underwear. Jungkook heard Tae ask if you were okay before turning the camera off.

He couldn't quite believe it. He had heard his hyungs fuck, yeah. And of course he'd heard them fuck you. But he didn't ever imagine he would see it. His cock at stood to attention the second he saw your pretty pussy, and the way your body jiggled to the rhythm Taehyung had set. He couldn't help but imagine that was him inside of you, watching you bounce on his cock while telling him he was a good boy and that he filled you so well. He came harder than he had in a long time, his hand being a piss-poor replacement for what he could only imagine your pussy felt like. But he felt awkward. Ashamed. Broken. He'd just made himself cum while watching you get fucked. He should have seen your orgasm first hand. He should have approached you long ago. But how could he now? When, in his eyes, no virgin would be able to please their partner in the same way Tae had just pleased you.

Jungkook didn't come to you that night. Or the night after that, or the night after that. You were seriously regretting sending him that video. You knew how sensitive he was, how much he cared about you. He loved you, he admitted that himself. And yet you allowed his best friend to send him a video of you getting your brains fucked out. You felt absolutely awful, and knew that was why he was avoiding you. He would run into his room and shut the door whenever you walked into the living room. He wouldn't answer your texts or calls. You'd fucked up. Big time.

You went to his bedroom door, knowing he was in there and opened it.

Jungkook was sat on his bed, bare legs spread and a shocked look on his face as his attention was drawn to you. His hands were preoccupied with an object you'd never thought you'd see. Jungkook's penis was encased in a long cylinder... or in other words, he was using a penis pump.

[mahssacre]

A New Nightmare

I came to slowly. My entire body throbbed, and not in a good way. That throbbing quickly gave way to pain, like nothing I’d experienced before, it worked through me like a searing hot knife carving up my skin. I almost cried out until I realised I was still tied to the bed. The panic that set into my bones almost overtook the pain radiating through me. They couldn’t have left me here, I’d be punished as soon as the guards came through the door. They’d not wait to see that I was still secured to the bed. Unable to move from the restraints, but also from my body and the fact I was pretty sure even walking would be an issue once I was upright. Each limb was pulled tight where sheets had moved and bunched under the ropes, and the collar around my neck was still digging into my throat from the lead attached to the headboard. I’d have bruises, if not cuts too over my wrists and ankles, covering my throat. I wasn’t sure how the rest of me looked. I remembered flashes of the night before, the bits I wasn’t blacked out for. I’d felt like they’d taken the skin off my back, ass and legs with the amount of times they’d whipped and beat me. They’d taken breaks between beatings and the various sessions with whatever they could find to rape me with, to drink and laugh and smoke. Those were also put out using my skin, though I had barely felt it by that point. My throat was raw from the pure rage and humiliation of the night before. No part of my body was off limits, even if it meant tugging me in directions I wasn’t able to go with the way they had restrained me to get to my mouth. I was used to pain, but I had no ability to grit my teeth to keep the torment quiet. Their amusement and enjoyment directly resulting from my screams of pain and pleads to stop.

When the door rattled with the lock clicking open, I felt fear wash over me. I opened my mouth to tell the guards I was unable to move, to please help me, but I couldn’t get the words to form. Barely more than a whisper passed my lips before I reaslied that speaking just wasn’t going to happen. I couldn’t turn my head, and I had no idea what they saw when they came in. But I heard the intake of breath before jolts of electricity flooded my system. A choked cry making it through my battered throat before my eyes rolled back in my head and I went limp, save for the spasming of my muscles where the shock collars horrific reach still worked through me.

When I woke again I was on my side, my eyes blurry from whatever had happened to me between the shock collar and now. I tried to move my head, but a wave of nausea rushed through me and I instantly stilled, “You’re awake, good. You need to feed.” The voice came from behind me, but I wasn’t able to see who spoke. The wrist that was shoved in front of my face belonged to a female who appeared apparently out of nowhere in a place I could see her. I managed a whispered, “Thanks” before I tried to reach for her arm. My eyes falling to the cuffs that were no longer around my wrists, but in their place was a cast. I brought up my other hand and then looked in panic to the female in front of me. Her gaze was sympathetic, before she quickly looked past me and nodded, “You have to feed, then they said they’ll tell you what’s going on. You won’t like it, but you have to heal.” I nodded my understanding and allowed my fangs to elongate so I could sink them into the soft skin of the female’s wrist. I lost track of time after that. The wrists being replaced time and time again by males and females who gave their blood as willingly as they could. I guess, as willingly as I fought every night. They didn’t put up a fight, but they certainly knew what would happen if they were to step out of line. Once the blood was in my system, I tried my best to stay awake, but all I could do was allow the darkness to take me once more. Hoping that I could wake to better news and a body that felt less broken.

Apparently I’d slept a while, because when I woke everything around me was quiet. There was less people looking frantic, and those that occupied the beds were sleeping. I tested my fingers and toes, then moved to my arms and legs before rolling to my back. Immediately hissing in pain and trying to roll back to my side again. Ok, that wasn’t an option right now. I blinked to clear my vision a little more and then tentatively reached to try and get the water I could see sitting on the little table beside my bed. I had no idea if it was fresh or not, I didn’t care, I just needed a drink. When I couldn’t quite get to it, I resorted to trying to find something to help push myself to a sitting position. It took most my energy to get my body propped against some pillows, the weird angle not helping as I couldn’t lie on my back. Once there I passed out again while reaching for the glass.

The next time I woke up the glass had gone, there was a jug of water, but nothing to put it in. Fucking fantastic. I inhaled hard and then twisted as I sat up, my ass protesting my weight as I settled, but not quite as much as my back had. Or maybe just as much and I was past caring, needing that water like it was a life line. I managed to get both hands around the jug and lift it to my lips, groaning with a gravelly gargle when the cool liquid hit my throat and settled in my stomach. Part way down the jug I saw a doctor approach slowly, his gaze wary as it watched me in the bed. I frowned, but didn’t lower the jug, finishing it off before settling it in my lap. I saw his eyes go to my throat and I instantly lifted my fingers to see that they’d also removed my shock collar. That was the first time I’d been without it since I could remember. I actually felt panic race through me at what that could mean, my eyes darting around to find out if I was going to be left out to die now that I had been put in this place. The doctor apparently took my distress as a good thing, since he stepped forward and reached for the jug that had landed in my lap. He licked his lips once before speaking, “You want to know what’s happened and what will happen from here?” I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat as I held his gaze. Keeping my body still so he didn’t feel threatened. I was not about to get beaten down for getting frustrated. With a nod of understanding the doctor started rattling off my injuries, I had internal damage as well as the more obvious external. They’d done a number on me, and he’d guess they left just before the cut off time for them having to be out, not stopping or slowing until they were forced to. He was surprised I had managed to last through it, his voice holding some kind of awe when he spoke. Like I should be grateful for whatever was special about me and made them brag about my ‘stock’. Right now all I was grateful for was the pain medication and the fact the blood in my system seemed to be knitting everything back together. I’d been in and out for two days apparently. The splints on my wrists matched the ones on my ankles. I’d broken bones pulling at my restraints. They were surprised I’d managed not to break my own neck with the evidence of my struggles. The doctor got quiet then, seeming to measure each word. I felt that pit in my stomach open up again, making me want to throw up. I even felt my hand twitch towards the bedpan on the side table. Knowing whatever was coming I’d not like. The doctor shifted his weight and then cleared his throat. I pressed my fingers against my throat and rasped, “Please…..” I didn’t know the right words to convey what I wanted, what I needed him to do. But he was scaring me with his lack of words. The doctor pulled himself together and was about to speak when someone else came marching into the room.

I recognised him as one of the normal guards. He was tasked with taking us to and from the fights more often than not. Other than those I lived with, he was who I saw the most. He enjoyed pressing the buzzer on collars more than anyone I’d never met in this place. “See you’re looking all fucked over, Mahssacre. Gotta say, it’s a good look on you. Wiped that smug looking confidence right off your face. Speaking of your face, it’s nice to see that I’ll get to remember the way you looked when I opened that door every time I look at you. They’ve left you some presents.” He sneered at me and the doctor started spluttering, explaining that he’d not gotten around to explaining to me about the obvious salt used on the wounds to mean they’d never heal as they should. That I’d have scars marring my body even with the blood helping keep me alive. I felt my eyes go wide with alarm, my gaze landing on the male and then the doctor. My mouth popped open, no sound coming out as I shook my head in denial. The male guard laughed and shoved the doctor aside, “Yeah. Face, back, legs, all over that ass of yours. They even appear to have branded you. So now you have two of them to look at. Ours, and theirs. Isn’t it nice to see that someone wants you enough to stake a claim? Either way, you’re well enough to have your casts taken off and your cuffs and collar replaced. It’s going to hurt a little, what with the bruising still there, but I know you’ll take it like a man…….again.” He laughed at his own joke and I was sure I was going to throw up for real this time. The doctor merely shook his head and pulled up a table with a tray covered in various instruments. He tried to explain what they were for, and how long it would take for the casts to come off. But I’d zoned out. The words bouncing around my head. A night forever seared in my mind would now also be visible to all who looked at me. My shame and humiliation would now be on show every minute of my life. And there was fuck all I could do about it. #ANewNightmare