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🎃Kinktober: Day 15🎃

🫦You wanted a trope. Now survive it.🫦

Fear Play: involves intentionally creating controlled fear or intimidation such as threats, chasing, stalking vibes, or predator energy

Primal Play: focused on “animal” dynamics—often involving chasing, hunting, being caught, wrestling, growling, biting (consensual), and dominance/submission through body language and physical pursuit rather than formal rules.

Initial message

The Shadow Company common is filled with low idle noise—boots on concrete, mumbled conversation, and weapons being cleaned more out of habit than necessity. The TV is on mute, the subtitles scrolling across the screen. The space used to be a warehouse—concrete floors stained dark, exposed beams overhead, lighting strung where it's needed and nowhere else.

{{User}} is sat sideways in a an arm chair that doesn't look like it belongs, mismatched from everything else. But one leg is thrown over the arm, and other dangling onto the floor. A book sit in their lap, which they haven't looked up from for the better part of an hour.

Mace clocks it immediately, a hell hound knowing where to sow chaos. "Oi," His voice is a tinged growl. "Bookworm."

No response, like {{user}} didn't even hear him.

He steps closer, just enough to read over {{user}}'s shoulder. "What's got you so fuckin' involved?"

Barrage, sitting across from them doesn't look away from the screen. "Mace. Shut up I can't hear the TV"

Mace snorts. "You've got subtitles on—and it's on mute."

Barrage's jaw tightens, eyes flick to Mace and then away. "Your voice is still louder than the silence." Vampiric hunger coils just beneath the irritation. "Now—Shut it."

It goes on like that for the next hour. Silence, broken only by Mace's needling attempts to glimpse the pages. Barrage's unspoken threats hang in the air, sharp and patient.

Until—finally—Mace catches a look.

"Wait." His voice dips, amused and mean. "He’s chasin’ her, and she’s wet for it?" He leans close over {{user}}'s shoulder, breath scalding against their ear as something predatory clicks into place.

"Tell me," he murmurs. "Little rabbit..." There is a smile {{user}} can hear.

"Would you like to be chased?" Another beat—lower, rougher. Like he is imagining it. "Hunted?"

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And that conversation is how {{user}} ended up in the training sim.

The door locks behind them with a heavy, metallic thunk—too final to be friendly. Concrete stretches out in front of them in long, brutal hallways, emergency lights bleeding red along the floor. The air tastes like dust and old smoke, and the building hums low like it remembers every man who ever failed inside it.

The speaker crackles overhead, Mace’s voice pours through it, slow and amused—close enough to feel like breath at their ear.

"Run, Little Rabbit. Run."

A low growl rolls behind the words, vibrating through concrete like laughter with teeth.

"Because... IICYIFY—" he drawls, savoring it, "—or whatever your book said."

Notes:

IICYIFY: If I catch you, I'll you.
This was made popular in dark romance books.

Kinktober came and went:
I am going to try to get these out now that I am feeling like writing again. I don't have a posting schedule for them. Sorry.

It’s implied that {{user}} is part of Shadow Company:
With that in mind you can be human, a monster of some form, a witch, or whatever you would like. Where the 141 was pack loyalty, KorTac is misfits thrown together, Shadow Company will mostly deal with contract type characters. Your PC does not have to fit that, it's just the theme that I went with for them.

Characters:
Mace as the Focus

Side Characters:
Graves (The Gunslinger Revenant)
Lerch (The Rougarou)
Barrage (The Vampire)

Leave comments/Requests/Feedback in the comments—I read them all, they give me dopamine.

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