#cw.kidnapping

"Live wire! So good to see you here again, tonight. I trust, then, that you had a wonderful evening the last time you were here?" Volt approaches you when the show is closer to starting, placing a heavy hand on your shoulder. You jump at the small shock it produces when his skin makes contact with yours. "I did, yes." You smile at him, eyes flitting from Eddie to Volt. "Both of you have been really nice and welcoming! I get why this place is such a success around the house." "Just doing my job," Eddie mumbles, but a slight flush has settled on his cheeks. "Are you ready to move over to your seat? I've reserved it especially for you. Best seat in the house!" His hand glides down from your shoulder, along your upper and lower arm, where it comes to rest somewhere around your wrist. The tip of one of his fingers rubs a circle near your pulse point. Eddie scratches the side of his neck. "Or... You could sit here. During the performance. With me." It's more of an awkward request than anything like shyness. You hate sounding so self-important but, thanks to the Dateviators, the objects around your house bickering (or worse) about you and your preferences has become far from an uncommon occurence. When you look at Volt, though, he only seems to be smiling brighter. His eyes practically glow. "Oh, yes, certainly!" Volt says before you have any chance to choose one way or the other, lifting his hand away from you. "Well, have fun you two!" He says with a knowing tone and look in Eddie's direction. (In hindsight, this would end up being your first hint towards the fact that they're more closely bound together than any other dateable in the house.)

Eddie gives you a running commentary on most of the contestants. His judgments of most of the acts aren't... The most positive, but he brings it across in such a manner that you find yourself laughing. He has some 'behind the stage' pointers about most of them, too. Eddie keeps refilling your drink. By the end of the evening, you are noticeably intoxicated and might end up being able to pull from Eddie the reason why he always looks so tired. He expects you to forget the next day, but you show up to help despite being a bit worse for wear.

Eddie is one of the dateables whose demeanour undergoes a large shift from his usual because of Skylar's influence. Because of this, he's much more likely out of the two to have moments of clarity. He's incredibly torn by what his mind is desperately, frenzily urging him to do, and what he knows would be the right thing to do. It makes him feel like his head is splitting apart... And he'll tell you to leave, take the Dateviators off and come back later. (Before he does something he'll regret, he adds quietly to himself.) Perhaps it'd be better for him to urge you to turn around and never return to the Breaker Box, but... He simply can't get those words past his lips.

To summarise, Eddie is one of the dateables who tries to keep his impulses regarding you restrained. He can't completely control himself, though. When you work together on cleaning up around the Breaker Box, he might work more slowly to spend more time around you. He'll explain things multiple times, put his hand on you to steady you, and, maybe, even actively sabotage some of the work when you're not around. All to ensure that you're coming back.

Similarly to how he struggles with keeping the electricity throughout the house going, he keeps his mouth shut about what he feels. Thinks that if he just ignores it for long enough, or spends enough time in your presence, he'll manage to calm down. To act normal. But because of this attitude, everything he's suppressed might come bursting forth at once... It's only thanks to his 'other half' that things never get that far.

Volt

Whereas Eddie tries to hold his feelings back somewhat, Volt is the exact opposite. There'd been a sense of trepidation he had before ever meeting you. Volt was made to protect Eddie, and part of the reason that Eddie is always pushing himself so hard is, well, you. To keep the electricity going around your house. You never seem to stop needing it. But, thanks to the Dateviators' influence, those thoughts are driven to the background. It helps that you seem nice, too.

For Volt, his (over)protective tendencies are something that's always lurking in the back of his mind. Protection is the reason he exists. While he only truly cared about Eddie in that way before, your presence and your glasses' influence get the wires crossed a little in his brain. He doesn't care any less for Eddie whatsoever, mind you, he just also becomes increasingly protective of you in an incredibly short amount of time. He doesn't truly trust most of the objects who spend time around you. Suffice it to say that he wouldn't allow Amir to try out his knife-throwing demonstration with you.

He's incredibly touchy with you, almost to the point of pushiness. Volt just utterly loses himself in your presence. Still, he never goes quite to the point that you'd be able to say it has exactly sexual intent. He likes to hover near you with a hand on your shoulder (or your waist, if you allow it), guides you by the wrist or hand whenever he wants to show you anything around the Breaker Box, and greets you with a hug plus a kiss on the cheek (or the lips, again, if you allow it.)

Any rejection or affection of his is waved away hardly seems to register to him. He's overcome with a rock-solid belief that you'll eventually warm up to him. There's very few people who dislike him, after all. This is the reason that, in this situation, he doesn't visibly get upset at denial. He'll simply slightly adjust his strategy, and tries again. Volt does not get discouraged whatsoever.

He loves showing the two of you and your affection for each other off, especially if you're accepting of his advances. Knowing that others around the two of you are stirring with jealousy, excites him just a little. He thinks a lot about pulling you on stage alongside him and doing something unapologetically romantic, like dipping and kissing you or dancing, pressed up close together with you, in front of a live audience.

Eddie & Volt

These two absolutely make each other worse. Frankly, it's mostly Volt who tells Eddie to act more on his desires, but Eddie also stirs Volt's protective instincts by mentioning every little trip or scrape you encounter while working around the bar. They talk about you quite a bit to each other when you're not around. Volt is incredibly pleased when he manages to get Eddie to spill more details about what he likes so much of you. He considers it a first step in allowing him to be more honest with you, too.

While certain dateables around the house are pretty open to sharing, these two aren't. Though it's pretty much unavoidable with the current... Circumstances around your house, they don't want to hear or see any of it. With the whole house obsessed with you though, it's not exactly like you have a choice in the matter whether or not someone is fawning over you. It's going to happen, and there's nothing you can do about it.

If Volt's overprotective tendencies get kicked into overdrive, he'll 'stash you away somewhere safe' for a little bit. It's essentially kidnapping. In any other situation and, probably, any other person would be panicked when trapped in a little room up above the Breaker Box, but this isn't the first time you've been 'trapped' somewhere. The Dateviators offer an extra layer of protection from any of these events. Even with wires loosely binding your wrists together (to protect you from yourself, Volt had said with sparking eyes), you're not particularly worried. This is far from the first time something like this has happened for you. At this point, you know how to handle it.

You perk up when Volt and Eddie enter the room. It's at least a lot less boring when they're around, compared to when you're sitting here on your own. Eddie avoids your eyes, shifts his weight from one feet to the other, a crease in between his eyebrows. But he does not advocate for your release. Volt is on you in a moment, checking the bindings around your wrists and kissing you on the mouth. "They're not too tight, are they, live wire?" "No, they're fine," you say with a small smile. You lift your bound hands and drop them down to your lap again. "But... Can we talk about this? The whole 'putting me in a secluded room' thing?" "You seem awfully calm about all of this," Eddie says, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Yeah, well... You both get that the Dateviators will eventually run out of charge, right? Sooner rather than later. I'm not really trapped here. And I'm also not really here." The reason you're not scared is that you're not truly 'kidnapped' or 'trapped' to begin with. Your body is safe out there, in reality, blearily staring out at the wall. The Breaker Box isn't real. None of this is real. If you followed Skylar's explanation correctly, you're mentally in tune with the fuse box right now. Nothing more, nothing less. Volt grins in a manner that shows teeth. "I hope you did not forget what I am made of." A spark of electricity shoots off of the tip of his finger, the air around him buzzes with tension. "Perhaps I might be the only one in this house capable of recharging this special device of yours." You swallow thickly. That is... A topic you hadn't yet considered. In these situations, ultimately, you have always had the control, always had an emergency exit. Having that wrested away from you leaves you off-balance. The beat of silence shows Volt all he needs to know. "You can't keep me in here," you say slowly, pressing your back against the chair. "I'll die. Even if you feed me, my real body is out there. It doesn't-- I just can't stay here for long. That's not how it works. ...You want to keep me safe, right? It won't work out like this." You're rambling, showing even more of the genuine stress you're starting to feel. "...What made you upset?" You ask softly. "We can talk about it. It doesn't have to be like this."

you on the other hand… he wasn’t sure what was up with you. he wouldn’t admit that the fact you weren’t shaking with sweat, wide eyes at every movement and flinching at every sound, kept him on his toes. bakugou felt curious, he felt confused, he felt… a little unprepared.

your behaviour completely matched your appearance. the way your skin still gleamed under his dull shifty lights and your eyes still sparkled with wonder at your surroundings. he even saw you skimming his bookshelf with the tip of your finger, then slightly grimacing at the dust that remained. that was the only negative emotion he’s seen from you so far. you were literally the definition of ethereal, completely celestial with the way your hair moved gracefully and your wings so delicately, yet they stood prominently on your back. the purples and blues on your wings reminded him of the depths of the ocean mixed with the stained-glass windows from the abandoned church he destroyed last year. you were definitely not his usual aesthetic, though he guessed something was calming about the lack of terror in your eyes.

you were situated on his worn and rotten sofa, cushions unfluffed and stained, and he was almost certain it wasn’t comfortable. you looked completely out of place with your picture-perfect posture, yet you seemed to fit with the way you wiggled your toes and stared at your fingernails. you seemed a little bored.

“isn’t it uncomfortable sitting like that?”

bakugou didn’t know why he wasn’t asking you this question, he couldn’t care less whether it was or wasn’t. with his arms crossed standing behind you, he expected maybe for you to jump a little at the deep bass of his voice, the nasty snarl that emphasised his question. but no, no reaction from you, like you didn’t even hear him.

“what the fuck?” he muttered, because who the hell ignores him? “oi, princess i’m talking to you?”

suddenly you jumped up, turning your body to face the man with an apologetic smile. you were really pretty. “oh my heavens, i was in my own world there. sorry, what did you say?” you ended your question brightly, eyes widened a little to show all your attention was on him.

bakugou did not feel like a stupid teenage boy standing in front of a pretty girl, shuffling slightly on his feet as she stared at him curiously. he definitely did not feel like a stupid teenage boy.

he cleared his throat, eyes wandering off around you, then floating back to you. you were still waiting for him to repeat himself. “why’re you sittin’ so damn straight for? nobody to impress here.”

you giggled, your hair effortlessly bouncing as you did, “i don’t realise anymore, my grandma used to poke me with a stick if i ever slouched.” placing your hands on the back of the sofa you were sitting on to face this beast of a man to say, “besides, there’s nothing wrong with making a good first impression to a handsome man like you.”

were you flirting with him? where the hell was this coming from? squinting his eyes at you in confusion, he replied the only way he really knew how, honest insults. “it makes you look uptight and stiff with a stick up your ass.” he spits, dying to see an uncomfortable reaction from you.

but no, instead a pensive look crosses your features. a fluttery, “huh” leaving your lips as you thought about what he said. then, “i guess first impressions don’t really matter when everyone already has an opinion of you right? you have to do more than just have a good posture.” you said with a shrug, turning to lightly lean back on the sofa as to not crush your wings.

bakugou’s eyebrows raised, his arms loosening a little from his crossed position. it wasn’t like he thought you’d be completely brain dead with no social awareness but he thought you’d keep up the princess act of speaking when spoken to and no original thoughts out loud, a little longer.

he understood what you said completely. everybody always has an impression of him before they meet him, they already know the way they think they should act and what to expect. for him, it was helpful that everyone knew their place and to work in fear around him. but he could assume preconceived notions weren’t always the most helpful in your life.

rounding around the sofa you sat on, bakugou plopped down on a ruby red armchair to the left of you. both his arms rested on their respected armrests and his legs were spread naturally. finally having the king sitting in front of you, you took your chance to admire him and you definitely weren’t lying before when calling him handsome.

he really was, with his revealed chest as if it was part of his uniform, his build was massive. one bicep must have been the size of your head. even his pectorals looked juicy and you wouldn’t mind tracing your hand down his abdominals. he had some brown fur with some white pointy rocks on his shoulders which you could only assume to be the teeth and fur of someone or something he’s killed. the weapons around his waist, a collection of knives which seemed relatively useless with the way he could kill with his bare fists alone but with they matched with the scars that coloured his body. they all probably belonged to dead men.

his wheat blonde hair has a crazy and erratic spike to it, a little messy but very fitting for his blasty personality and your favourite thing about him very closely next to his thick thighs was his ruby-red eyes. they glittered like gems, with sprinkles of orange and they reminded you of the ring collection you had back in the palace. they looked alive and… ready. ready for anything and very observant. you didn’t let his constant scowl deceive you. if anything, you felt comfortable in his presence or maybe that’s just the halo effect talking.

“do you even know why you’re here?” the gruff voice interrupted your thoughts. you hope he didn’t catch you staring stupidly at him.

“my father hasn’t paid you back yet? you got rid of a couple of his problems and now he’s being difficult. he always is.”

bakugou let out an unsatisfied hmpf, full of more questions than he was before. why are you so casual with him? he almost wanted to laugh at how normal it felt with you complaining about a parent.

just as bakugou was about to speak up again, you did, “i’ve had enough of it up there. everyone is just… dishonest. so i’m happy to help out around your home or run some errands if you want? everyone thinks i can’t do basic s-shit for myself and i can.”

to your surprise, bakugou laughed. a chuckle so grand that you could feel the bass rumbling throughout your own chest. another sign of discomfort, the cute scrunch at your eyebrows came from your family and you were happy to be here? become his little maid, housewife or assistant?

“you’re full of surprises aren’t you, princess?” the blonde smirked, resting an elbow on his knee and his head in his hand. “this world is gonna be nothin’ like it is up there.” he pointed a finger upwards, “by the time you’re finished with me, when they decide to pick up your ungrateful ass, your gonna regret ever hating it there.”

you looked like a child that had a lollipop yanked away from your mouth. a pink pout and the furrow of your brows that never left. though it surprise after surprise with you.

you rose from your feet, now taller than bakugou in his leant over position. your wings looked bigger as he looked up at you, a kaleidoscope of colours, some his brain couldn’t even recognise. you stepped towards him with a clack of your heels, your dress swaying elegantly every time you did until he was right under your nose.

“you don’t need to underestimate me. i’ll be able to do anything you tell me to.” a quirky grin crossed your features with a tilt of your head and your hands clasped behind your back, “besides i think you won’t be able to catch up with me.”

the way you turn to look at him, eyes apprehensive but trying to trust, he didn't even have to look at you to know; he has the routine memorized. you shift in your seat a little, thumbs twiddling while you look out the window -nothing but trees, everywhere.

you check your phone for the time and the uneasy feeling in your stomach grows.

"there's no reception...are you sure it's safe out here this late? what if something happens to the car and we can't get back?"

"we'll be fine," he promises, "we're almost there." a big palm makes its way to your thigh, warm and calloused. "you trust me, yeah?" he asks, he knows you want to, knows you'll say yes even if your gut is telling somethings off.

"yeah."

"good. so relax, 'ts just a little more."

you nod your head and let your shoulders relax, the tension in your chest still tight. the car cuts through a trail, thick brush on either side of you, the headlights illuminating a rusty "private property; do not enter" sign.

"the sign said no trespassers, rin, i don't think we should be here."

he sighs something annoyed, the grip on your thigh tightening almost painfully.

"i told you to relax didnt i?"

"y-yeah...but there's nothing o-ow!"

the hand on your thigh cuts you off with a mean tug to your hair, the sting pricks your eyes with tears and you're yanked into his side.

"we're here. god." he shoves your body away and your back hits the door, that stupid, scared, look on your face; confusion and betrayal- his favorite.

"wh-what are we doing here rintaro? i wanna g-go home, you're scaring me."

he scoffs, "you're scaring me" he mimics, voice high and exaggerated. he ignores you and opens the center console to pull out a pair of black leather gloves, slipping them on before reaching into the back seat to pull out a big, shiny knife.

your voice catches in your throat and your eyes widen, vision blurred with tears. "you know," he drawls, "you're pretty fuckin' stupid. coming out here with a guy you hardly know. 'specially with all the missing girls lately... all cause i paid a little attention to you. are you always this easy? are a few compliments all it takes?"

your voice comes out shaky, barely above a whisper as you plead.

"rin.. please. i won't say anything, i-i wont t-tell anyone, j- please don't hurt me."

"spread your legs." the bored look on his face is betrayed by the evil glimmer in his eyes. you visibly shrink in on yourself, your legs pressing together in defiance. your eyes squeeze shut as you shake your head no, tears rolling down your cheeks.

"dont do this, ple-"

"spread your fucking legs" he cuts, body leaning forward as he points the knife at your neck.

you breath stutters as more tears fall, appeasing and spreading your legs to his gaze. his tongue runs over his lips at the sight, your light pink panties on display in the yellow light of the car. he leans in, lifting the hem of your dress with his knife to get a better view.

he mumbles something under his breath you don't catch, a squeal echoing in the car when he dives in between your legs, nose inhaling deeply on your sex. he pulls back and his knife holds the fabric of your dress up to run the cold tip over the soft skin of your thighs, you shudder above him, yelping when you feel a tiny sting- a cut. he repeats this a few more times till both thighs are littered with them, tiny drops of blood pooling at the broken skin.

"rintaro-"

"don't talk."

he runs the blade over the inside of both thighs to collect some blood before pressing against your panties, you jump at the contact and he clicks his teeth disapprovingly.

"stay still."

you sniffle as the cold metal runs between your clothed pussy a few times, twitching when he presses the cool tip against your clit.

"that hurts.. rinta- ow! please" he pinches the fat of your leg roughly and you cry out again, a dark laugh leaving him as he leans back against the drivers side door.

"take them off" he orders

"what?" you ask, it's barely a whisper, he would've missed it had he not been so close.

"take off your panties and give them to me. don't make tear them off you, hate when they rip. the last girl struggled so much they tore, god she was so fucking annoying." your stomach sinks at his confession, were you about to become one of many girls no one ever heard from again?

shakily, you shimmy your panties off and hand them to him, closing your legs as soon as he grabs them and wincing at the sting from his cuts. immediately he presses them to his nose, sniffing as he groans into the fabric, your eyes fall to his lap and catch an outline of something big, he's hard. your stomach twists at the idea of him getting off on this.

"see something y'like?" he catches your gaze, laughing when you desperately shake your head no. he places the balled panties in his lap as his thin fingers start undoing his belt buckle and zipper, pulling out his fattened cock from its confines. he was big, well endowed and decorated with pretty purple veins on either side, definitely something he could hurt you with.

"relax," he scoffs, "m not gunna touch you." he hisses as he thumb over the slit, his hips bucking at the contact. "i'm gunna touch myself and you're gunna watch."

you try and reason with him again before he shuts you up, the low light in the car bounces off the pearls of precum gathered at the crown, he takes one more sniff of your underwear before wrapping the material around his cock and starting a steady pace, grunts and moans leave him at expert flicks and tugs of his wrist.

when you think he's not paying attention you slowly reach a hand behind you, trying to get a grip on the door to hopefully open and run off. your attempt doesn't go unnoticed, his movements don't stop as he sneers up at you, wrist seemingly moving faster.

"'ts locked dumbass, 'course it's locked."

his free hand makes it's way under his shirt to tug at his already pebbled nipples, gloved fingers tugging and twisting as his moans grow breathier. his hips start to buck into his wrist and his movements grow sloppy, voice tight when he barks orders again.

"spread your legs, lemme see the blood."

your thighs are tacky as the blood had already started drying, something he clicks his tongue at.

"tch, squeeze your thighs, wanna fuck see it drip again."

you do as you're told and apply pressure to where he cut you, warm droplets of blood fall and a loud, almost pained groan leaves him. his rambles get pitchier and incoherent as both hands work themselves faster on his body to bring him to the edge.

the hand on his chest reaches for the knife at his side, tucking the end of his shirt between his lips to bring the weapon to his stomach, cutting along his toned tummy till blood seeps out. your eyes widen in horror as old scars and scraggly scarred names of the other missing girls run along the expanse of his abdomen.

"remind nghh of your name again?"

meekly you answer him, a satisfied grunt from him in response when he carves the letters of name right under his bellybutton.

the car fills with a final wanton moan and a sloppy, trembling hands come to a halt as his cums paints the cotton of your panties. the slight drool that fell from hips lips stains his shirt in a dark puddle, breaths ragged and temples sweaty as he stares at your horrified expression. he lifts the material off his spent cock to his lips, licking the cum he spilt before reaching over to grab you by your hair again, dragging you in front of him to to spit his spunk directly on your face.

he reaches for the soiled underwear and shoves it deep into your mouth, quickly tucking himself back in his pants before climbing over your body to wrestle you in the seat. strong thighs easily keeping you pinned in place while reaching for the handle on the side to lay the seat down.

you struggle under him, scared and slapping at his chest, now what? he uses one strong hand to pin both yours together by your head, the other tucks the hem of your dress into one of the straps to give him unrestricted access to all your pretty skin.

he reaches for the knife again and brings it to your face, his own somehow darker, something hungrier swimming in the dark pools of his eyes. slowly, he drags the tip over the curve of your nose, your cupid's bow, your chin. he continues, down the valley of your breast before dancing over the material of your dress and down your exposed belly, stopping right above your cunny.

"gunna make you one of my girls... mark you up and make you mine. mine mine mine."

he's not talking to you, more at you and to himself. the cold metal runs over your skin before your soiled panties muffle your pained screams, he scratches the letters of his name sloppily into you, adding a heart at the end much harder than he had cut your thighs, more blood spilling as he brands you. "rin <3" bleeds as you thrash, he's so much stronger than you, you couldn't push him away even if you tried. the weight of his knees on your thighs sure to bruise.

he rips the panties out of your mouth as you gasp, sobbing at the situation you found yourself in. how'd it come to this? he coos and wipes your tears away uncharacteristically, pressing the soiled cotton onto your freshly cut flesh to collect the blood, leaning in to press a kiss to your neck. the change in his demeanor so drastic it gives you whiplash.

you hiccup, "w-why are you doing this?"

he laughs, something empty as he brushes some hair out of your face.

"you're not like the others," he rasps, ignoring you, his pupils are blown wide and you can hear your heart beating in your ears. he lets your hands go in favor of unlocking your door and you feel his hard-on pressing against you, he laughs to himself, his expression unreadable.

"go," he says. opening your door before lifting himself off of you and back into his seat, reaching for the bloody, cum soaked underwear again.

"run."