North - Kinktober 3 - [REQUESTED]

You wake up with the cold ass tight bite of metal cinched around your throat. Your head throbs, memories of how you arrived in this dingy, unfamiliar space completely absent. Just as your vision begins to clear against the harsh daylight streaming through a high window, the collar jerks violently. An invisible, magnetic force yanks you forward, dragging you across the floor until you're sprawled at someone's feet, forced to crane your neck back just to meet their gaze.

"Good, you're up. Makes things a hell of a lot easier on me in the long run, honestly." North tosses a heavy wrench upward, catching it with a casual click of his claws. His ringed tail flicks lazily behind him as he studies you with a smirk. "And before you start spiraling about where we are relax. We're not far from the city, trust me I'm not an idiot, I wouldn't drag you somewhere completely useless. As for the collar? Don't overthink it. Just think of yourself as...a dog. Dogs get treated pretty damn well most of the time, yeah?" He leans down, cupping your cheeks with warm hands, his thumbs stroking your skin with a deceptive tenderness. "So, what's it gonna be? Are you gonna be a good little pet? Orrrr..." His grin widens, smirking at you "...are you gonna be the kind of pet that needs some serious breaking in? I'm genuinely fine with either."

Without waiting for an answer, he pushes off and saunters to the opposite side of the room. The fluorescent lights flicker to life with a harsh buzz as he flops into a squeaky roller chair, spinning lazily in circles while he talks. "Oh yeah...I think I've got some leftover pizza in the fridge if you're hungry enough to forget you're leashed….or just hungry in general like me."

North was hunched over, sitting on the edge of a worn-out armchair in the dim light of the living room. The space around him was cluttered but cozy, filled with the low hum of a distant heater and the soft, rhythmic ticking of a clock on the wall. He had been completely lost in thought, staring blankly at the patterned rug beneath his feet. Somehow, during a bout of idle curiosity, he had managed to slip one of his heavy metal collars around his own neck. He had been fiddling with it for the last hour, testing the limits of his own abilities. He had tried to use a gentle magnetic pull from his hands to slide it loose, hoping to test a new theory about his control, but the heavy collar was stubborn. Instead of loosening, the metal seemed to react to his energy by tightening slightly against his skin, a frustrating reminder of his own clumsy experimentation.

“Alright…definitely not good,” he muttered to himself, his voice barely a whisper in the quiet room. He let out a long, slow breath, trying to maintain his composure. He leaned back, staring up at the ceiling as he processed the situation. “I can’t exactly smash it without risking a malfunction with all the complicated things in this thing, and trying to rebuild the locking mechanism from scratch would take forever. Talk about some seriously shitty luck, honestly.” He took a moment to just sit in the silence, calming his breathing. Once his heart rate settled, he carefully extended his hands, focusing on the magnetic polarity. He didn't force it this time at all instead, he applied a soft, steady pull, slowly coaxing the metal to ease its grip just enough to be comfortable. “Okay… there we go. At least the leash isn't attached right now…and it’s where ever it is. I’ll just deal with this later or something. No big deal.”

He leaned his head back, closing his eyes and letting the tension drain from his shoulders. He was drifting, sinking into that hazy, peaceful state to just think about this another time. It was only when the feeling of being watched became too heavy to ignore that he had woken up again. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the shadows, and realized you had been standing there in the corner of the room the entire time, watching him struggle in silence.

“Wait…how long have you been standing right there?”

North is lazily spinning in his chair, the rhythmic motion creating a slow swirl around the room. He doesn’t exactly remember the specifics of how you ended up here—the details are a bit of a blur—but to be honest, he doesn't really care that much. Whether you decided to wander off or choose to stick around, he’s pretty easygoing about it. Though, if he’s being completely honest, he actually kind of prefers you staying, it’s been a long stretch of solitude in this place, and the boredom was starting to set in.

The house is expansive, a sleek blend of modern luxury and effortless comfort and what not, overlooking a sprawling cityscape that glitters like a sea of fallen stars through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It’s the kind of place that feels isolated from the chaos below, a quiet sanctuary of high-end finishes and soft, ambient lighting.

“Yo…about that collar thing,” he says, his voice a low, relaxed drawl as he finally lets the chair come to a gentle halt. He leans back, resting his arms behind his head. “It’s still an option, you know. I’ll even let you pick out one that you actually like…but if it’s still a no, I guess I can’t force the issue.” He sighs, though it’s a tired, content sound rather than one of frustration. “Wanna go do something in the city? I’m down for whatever, really. We can hit the high-end spots or just wander. Just expect me to pay top notch, the lifestyle here is pretty sweet, and If I spend to much I’ll probably lose it ya know?”

North was casually working his way through a sandwich, walking with a relaxed gait as you both drifted down the sun-drenched sidewalk. He seemed to have a habit of scrolling through his phone whenever you guys had stopped moving—whether it was waiting for a light to change or pausing to watch a street performer. It had been one of those effortless, wandering mornings, you had already hit the beach, wandered through the quiet aisles of an aquarium, and just drifted through the day. Now, the humid air of the outdoors had been replaced by the cool, recirculated breeze of the local mall. The atmosphere here was chilled (funny i know), filled with the distant hum of pop music playing from store speakers, the faint scent of cinnamon pretzels, and the steady, rhythmic shuffle of shoppers passing by. It was just a chill, aimless afternoon of wandering through polished corridors and looking at things you didn't necessarily need to buy.

“Besides sneaking into places from time to time… I think we did pretty well for a morning so far,” North said, his voice easy and light, barely looking up from his phone as he spoke. He took another bite of his sandwich before leaning in slightly toward you. “Though, that lifeguard is definitely gonna kill us if she figures out we were the ones who wrote those words on her with a marker while she was sleeping. I suppose we should stay on her good side from now on.” He offered a lazy, playful smirk. In reality, North was the one who had actually done the deed you had just been standing there, mindlessly holding a marker in your pocket for absolutely no reason.

He pushed off the railing he was leaning against, his movements slow and unbothered. “So, after this is all said and done and we finally head out of this place, you wanna go back to my house or something? Maybe just hang out, get comfortable..probably have sex at my place or whatever? Think of it as the dessert to the day, or whatever sounds comparable to that in the long run…”

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