#extreme stink torture
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pairing: max verstappen x femalereader
summary: you're max's rival, and you kind of want to spit into each other's face. one day, one of his confessions makes things a little more complicated and... hot.
warnings: sexual activities, cursing words
THERE WAS NOTHING quite like the thrill of competing in Formula One.
As a driver, it took skill, stamina, and a little bit of luck to come out on top.
Max Verstappen had all of that, and then some. He was ruthless on the track, and people called him "Mad Max" for good reason.
When he got behind the wheel, he seemed unstoppable.
But there was one driver who had the potential to take him down: you.
You were just as skilled as he was, and you bad the same hunger for success.
Every time you stepped on the track, you felt a rush, knowing that you were up against one of the best.
You pushed yourself harder than you ever had before, determined to come out on top.
You had always felt a mix of anger and respect towards him.
Recently, though, you just craved to encircle his neck with your palms and compress the air out of his throat until he is on the floor unconscious.
Mean? You were not.
He may seem kind from the screen, but if other people knew him in person, they would be of the very same belief as you.
It could be they way he ironically talked to you or that sometimes he mispronounced your name in purpose.
His teammates and friends didn't seem to hate him at all, and that was what concerned you.
Are you the only one that gets disgusted just at the presence of him?
One day, as you were scrolling on your phone in the garage, you feel a tall figure approach you.
"You know, you and I, we're not so different." He leaned closer and as soon as you heard his voice you couldn't help but roll you eyes in annoyance. "We both have that hunger, the need to win. I can see it in your eyes. It's what sets us apart from the rest of the grid."
He was good looking, you'd give him that. But every part of his personality stink.
You were not exaggerating.
You looked Max straight in the eye. "You're right, Max. And that's why I'm not going to hold back this time. I'm going to race you like never before." You turned away to leave, but were surely surprised when a hand grabbed your wrist.
Tight and hard.
So hard that when it left your skin, it ached.
"Stop torturing me, (y/n)." Max's eyes were dark blue as if a shadow had taken over now.
He was angry.
You had never seen him like that.
"Torturing you?" You flipped your hair and went to leave, trying to hide the pain on your flesh which was previously caused by his hand. "You're such a drama queen, Max."
"You know, that little, smart mouth of yours has to be kept shut at times." His word made you turn to face him again automatically. You felt your hair stand on your arms.
"Excuse me?"
"I have a few ideas on how to keep it shut, though." He crossed his arms and leaned into the wall behind you. "If only you let me."
You had to breathe. But you couldn't. It was too much and you hated the way he made you feel. Just like how much you hated him.
"Bullshit." You cursed and went to leave again.
A hand grabbed you again. His grip wasn't that tight this time, but you didn't have much time to think about it anyway. Max slammed his lips on yours and all of your thoughts melted away at once.
He was so close and so... fuck.
"I don't want you to be just a rival to me, (y/n)." His words were barely a whisper as he stopped the kiss for a few moments only to look at you. His left hand cupped and caressed your cheek while the other found each way to your back.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
You had to answer, yet you had no answer. You just wanted him to lean in again and...
"Words, (y/n)."
The way he pronounced your name as if he owned it made you shiver.
"Tell me what you think." He said.
"Max, I..." You tried to detect the right words, but his lips on your sensitive neck made it extremely difficult to concentrate on anything else but him.
"Hmm...?" He buried his face in your neck and hair. "Fuck, you're so warm..."
"You have no idea." Your response was murmured.
"I bet you're more warmer somewhere else..." His lips found your chest, and he started making his way down your belly.
"Max." Your hands and legs were tremulous.
"Yes?" He looked at you.
"Can I ask for something?"
"Anything." He answered. "Except letting you win."
"That happens anyway, dummy." You teased.
His laugh was contagious. "Tell me, (y/n)."
"Please..." You murmured.
"Please, what, love?"
Your response was instant, even though you hated saying it out loud. You hated him. But you hated the way he made you feel more. "Please, fuck me."
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SET ME FREE x MIN YOONGI
[MAFIA AU]
PART FOUR
Welcome to my world
Side Characters: Kim Namjoon/detective, Jeon Jungkook/detective, Jung Hoseok/consigliere/mafia member, Park Jimin/rubber/mafia member, Kim Taehyung, Kim Seokjin/FBI.
Warnings: extreme violence and use of curse words, Smut, mentions of blood, death, robbery, killing, guns, torturing, fire, porn (a lot of it), toxic yandere men, crime, violence, possessive behaviour, unhealthy relationships, gore, stalking, sharp objects, illicit drugs, alcohol.
SUMMARY: You made it. Now a police intern as you always promised to your father before he died, you were more than happy to finally be able to help people like he did. But the law was not what you expected to be like. You did not know how lonely it would be for a young woman to grow her career in this kingdom. Having to take care of your 18 year old brother wasn't easy too and things just got a lot worse when you've met Agust D. The king of the mafia Min. He sure knew how to make a life turn into a hell hole.
WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF TORTURE AND EXTREME VIOLENCE (at the end of the chapter), READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. It will be signaled with “ +++” once it starts and ends in case you want to skip it.
<< Before
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Bang.
Bang.
The men fall on the ground, hand over his shoulder covering where i shot him.
I put the gun down still holding into it hard, the smell of gunpowder in the air around me I couldn’t move a single feet away from it as I watched the men on the ground, he was one of Namjoon colleagues I remember seeing his face a couple of times on his office the men probably knew who I was soon he’ll tell Namjoon about my betrayal and soon everyone at the stink will know what I did. The surprise to see me there on his face when I shot him was still there, between painful groans as he kneeled down he couldn’t believe his eyes and neither could I believe. I was tired of running away from everything, I’ll clean my name once I get Yoongi behind the bars for now I don’t mind letting the flames burn me. I know who I am.
The cold air felt painful in my lounges as I took deep breathes, still not believing what I did. He wasn’t the one I should be shooting but right now it was between me and Yoongi and if I have to get my hands dirty to save my family I will, I’ll never back down from it anymore. This is the person I’ll have to be I survive so I’ll embrace. I’ll dance with the devil if I must, I’ll let him play the song he wants and when the right time comes I’ll put him down to his knees.
I could see the reaction on his eyes as he stood there in front of me the smirk on his lips falling as his eyes looked into mine. I could guess he thought Jack was the one behind the shooting it was clear on his face how unexpected my actions were to him. We both stood there not believing what I did but, here we are now. The devil smiles to me.
He walked to me eyes not leaving mine, i only realized my hands were shaking when his own held them to take the gun out of me. I don’t dare to say a word and neither does he, the sound of the fire burning a head of us being the only thing we could hear I watched it as it was the only source of light between us and the men I shot. My mind was blank completely empty I couldn’t think of an escape to this for now, what can I even do for now to fix this? What will Yoongi do to me now, was all I thought about as I stared back into his eyes he looked behind me and nodded to Jack a look I couldn’t decipher, a language of their own. Not saying a word he took my arm in his hand and turning me to leave but I stop in my tracks instantly swallowing hard as he looked down at me still holding my arm, we are just gonna leave the men like that he already knows me anyways why would Yoongi take me with him now? I was still in shock at my own actions, crossed so many lines already what could he possibly still want from me now? Mouth opening but closing words nowhere to be found, completely lost in his eyes that burned over my own the flames behind me reflecting on his orbs as if I was staring inside hell itself, the devil only smiled to me. The hand around my arm closed over my waist now holding me against him he took me back to the car, I saw Jack making his way around the black car already getting back inside.
Yoongi opened the door letting me get in first as he sat beside me, I stared back at the men on the ground as Jack stared the car marking a turn to leave. Yoongis presence beside was the only thing keeping me from looking behind, the silence inside the car was so loud I could barely breath the calmness in the air after Jack began to drive the car out of there was making my skin burn, looking over the window as the view changed from a construction site to more and more nature the moon shined bright over us no clouds present in the sky the summer heat was still rising even at night time.
Red lights shining for far away we drove past a few police cars going where we left. Heart immediately beating faster as I looked behind at them, Namjoon must be in one of them he must know by now that his plan have failed and soon we’ll find out why his plan he worked on for so long didn’t work out. I looked down at my hands on my lap, what has my life turned into at this point I didn’t know. I just knew I wasn’t myself anymore, I could feel it deep inside me like the flick of a switch had turned on my head.
In my thoughts two words seemed to repeat like a song, keep going. When I drove here with them I keep saying it, when Jack first threatened me I say it, when I went to downtown for the first time I say it. Now it only seemed like a curse, for how long do I have to keep up with this? I almost killed someone tonight. When will it be enough?
Regret was a small words but it held so much weight over me now, if only I had stopped this stupid investigation when Yoongi warned me about but I was greedy something about him kept alluring me towards him like a damn magnet. He was a criminal I must take him down that’s why I fallowed him, that’s why I went to hell to get him, I told myself that everyday but the days went by where I kept thinking that and the further away from my own lies I went. For my brother I would shot someone, I thought that I would for sure. I looked beside me Yoongi seemed focused on the road a head of him, the thought of him getting hurt in front of me sensed chills down my spine as much as I didn’t wanted, as much as I forced myself into it I couldn’t stop this feeling from creeping out of me anymore.
What in the fuck am I doing right now?
I turned back to my window seeing the big extravagant gates the car stopped before they opened completely for it to enter I notice my motorbike was still parked there were I left, I thought at this point Jack would come out and opened the door for me to leave and let me make my own way from here but the car didn’t stop for me to leave and he only drove further inside the building behind the gates.
He drove slowly towards a large, luxurious mansion stopping in front of the parking area of it. There were security guards at every corner of the mansion heavily armed. If it wasn’t today I would be impressed by it but tonight wasn’t one I would look at it proud, I don’t think I ever will. Beside me Yoongi opened the door to leave taking my wrist in his hand as he did so, I looked back at the car seeing Jack didn’t move at all. So he wasn’t coming.
Fallowing Yoongi towards the entrance of the mansion I heard Jack drive off, heart racing at the thought of going inside alone. I knew he wasn’t the best to be around but something about being just me with Yoongi tonight felt different, my mind was racing with thoughts I couldn’t help but go over every possibility or any scenario that was going to happened. Was he going to kill me? Lock me up in his basement? Would he use me to hide his tracks? As much as I thought it didn’t make any sense for him to dirty his own hands with me and not let Jack end the job, what else could I expect from him? He wouldn’t save me this time. I fuck up for every one by shooting that detective.
The doors where opened by his security men, he never let go of my wrist as we entered the extravagant and luxurious mansion. The place was spectacular every detail spilled the most high quality classy design and materials I’ve ever seen, stone statues guarded the entrance on the outside and inside the floor was a shiny black marble with golden details, the entrance was large and had two extensive stairs on each sides of the wall that connected to the second floor, in the middle was a statuette of a woman cover in red roses as water fall on her body down a small fountain underneath it the large windows were covered by a deep dark purple curtain.
As we walked up the stair many times i wanted to ask him, but my mouth didn’t move I couldn’t find my voice. Mind still running the engines but no action, deep down I was afraid to just be right. He took me to a corridor then turned to an opened meeting room, I heard water falling as we entered the specious room and my eyes turned to see a an entire glass wall with water falling on it completely amazed by it, I felt him let go of my wrist making his way to the bar on the left side of the room not knowing what to do I only stood there as he filled two cups with what I could guess was whiskey.
Something felt different as soon as we stepped inside this room, it felt odd how he looked so calm the entire time moving around like nothing happened. Sure to someone like him this was just like any other Tuesday, he must’ve seen and done much worst things in this life time for a shotgun to impress him. The fact that he looked so intense but calm was driving me insane, I could tell he had something under his finger something to use against me but didn’t know what. He turned towards me handing me the second cup with alcohol, the scent was strong as soon as I brought it up to my face I felt my insides burning. Not looking up to him only the dark marble floor under me as I gulped down the bitter liquid, I could feel his eyes burning over my figure as he just stood there not saying anything.
Not knowing what else to do, I gulped down all the content in my cup. The strong taste of alcohol making me regret it immediately, as I force myself to swallow it noticing my reaction seemed to amaze Yoongi as he smirked at me drink the thing as if it was just water and not gasoline. Surely he didn’t brought me here for a drink, not after what happened tonight. It looked like he was supposed to meet someone else there but, Namjoon got that guy before and played a trap to get him.
- why… did you brought me here, I’m sure it wasn’t for a simple chitchat? - i asked him, not looking at him but at the now empty cup in my hands my thumbs sliding over the glass my throat still burned from the bitter taste.
- Humm… I thought you knew that already - he said, even his voice sounded much deeper this time - that’s why you’re here, or should I have left you there?
He took one step closer, I could see his black shiny shoes as I still didn’t dare to look up at him. I couldn’t face him not knowing what he was thinking, what he wanted from me.
- I thought Scarlet told you after you handed me so nicely her card - he said amusement dripping from every word he said.
The mention of the card brought the memories from the night I first went to Paradise, Scarlet must be the red head woman I meet that night who lended me the poker red queen card from Paradise but just what did that had to do with me? Not long after that night he came back to the station sliding the king of spades on my pocket. Since then I couldn’t ask him directly what it meant.
- well she didn’t, so what does it means? - I looked up as I asked him regretting it immediately as he looked me up and down - do explain… Agust D.
I pressed the last sentence, the name rolled down so naturally out of my lips it fitted him perfectly. That’s who he was after all. He only chuckled drinking the rest of the brown liquid on his cup putting it down over the coffee table on the center of the room making his way towards me he closed completely the distance between us. In a second his hands were closed around my neck as he pushed my body against him, I gasped letting the cup fall from my hands as it then shatter against the floor.
- who am I? - he growled against my lips, his eyes burning over mine.
- You’re… Agust d - I stated breathless, feeling heavy and completely out of breath he chuckled and I felt the on his breath whiskey hitting my face.
My entire body burned as he left my neck to grab my jaw his own body completely glued to mine as he pushed me against the wall, holding me to look at him bodies burning over each other’s, my mind was fuzzy all I could hear was the beating of my heart on my chest as I held my breath feeling a sharp cold tip of what i could only guess was a knife against my ribs. Body going alert now, eyes looked on his burning ones I couldn’t say a single word complete petrified under him. I knew he wouldn’t bring me here for a drink, I did all he enacted me to do now what else could he need from me? I was just another pawn under him.
I shouldn’t have said his name, I should have lay low and ignore that or at least lie about it until I could leave. He kept his identity a mystery all this time, now that I know him he’ll kill me to protect himself.
This could be my chance to escape, I could fight him if only my body didn’t felt so heavy and my mind so fuzzy. All I could feel was his heavy breathing against my face and the strong scent of alcohol mixed with his intense woody cologne I knew very well from the moment I saw him at my station, the more I looked into his eyes the more my body seemed to give in.
This isn’t me. Something must be wrong with me. I would never let him corner me like this not after just one cup of whiskey at least, unless he did brought me here for drink just to take me out quietly.
- what did you put in my cup?! - I spat, accusing him. He just chuckled chest moving up and down as he took one deep breath before holding my chin tighter.
- why? Feeling a bit overwhelmed? - he murmured over my lips, my heart racing completely losing my breath as I swallowed hard.
- you did - I stated helplessly, eyes felling heavier.
- you think I would need that? - he smirked.
I felt the cold point of the knife move up on my side then down on my hip he teased the sharp knife against me, hand pushing my hair away from my face leaving my neck visible to him as he held the knife against it. I gasped feeling it burn over my skin looking away from him, hearing the deep chuckle coming from his chest.
- this…. - he murmured over my ear, leaving my chin to put his hand over the wall beside my face his hot breath over my skin sending chills down my hot body - is all you.
I turned back to look at him, he had a knowing smirk on his lips. He couldn’t be serious here no way in hell I’d be this work up over him he must’ve done something I’m sure this isn’t natural at all, how could I feel this way when he’s clearly threatening my life right now? This burning feeling running over my skin can’t be just an attraction, I refuse to believe it even now with my eyes unconsciously focusing over his lips heat flowing all over my body as I felt him push my body against the wall, his body completely covering mine.
- you’re lying… - i breathlessly said, nervous and turned on at the same time - why I’m here? You said you don’t hurt woman.
He only chuckled, his breath dancing against my skin as well as the knife he held against me. He purposely pressed his thigh between my legs separating them as the sharp tip of the knife slides down my neck between my chest stoping at my belly. He held my chin forcing me to look at him, something burned in his eyes.
- why? - he whispered against my lips - because, you’re mine now.
His lips brushing over my neck, the sharp knife dancing over my body side to side over my belly completely taking my breath away from my lunges.
- and you didn’t even know what you were getting into - he laughed, chest vibrating as he chuckled - yet you brought the card to the owner of her, didn’t you know? That’s how you become a pet at Paradise?
What?
I’m sure I asked him. My mind felt so over the clouds I could barely tell if I did say it or not right now, I was completely lost on him to understand anything about what he was saying. I couldn’t say anything else, mind completely collapsing once he cuts open my shirt hand holding my chin up kissing me so harshly and deliciously my body was giving in instantly, I couldn’t hold myself anymore moaning against his lips feeling him bite into my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood out of it. He groans sticking the knife into the wall right beside my head, any time that would scare me to death but now it only makes me grab into him harder feeling his hands sliding down my back slowly with his short nails carving my skin through my shirt stopping at my butt, he gabs me hard before sliding them to my thighs holding me up against the wall.
Separating our lips only to growl over my ear.
- I’ll fuck you till you can’t walk tonight - he said against my neck - don’t you dare tell me to stop.
Shit.
His lips moved from my ear to my neck, leaving harsh bites painfully marking my skin then soothing it with wet kisses over it down to my chest. I closed my arms around his neck holding him closer sliding my hands over his shoulders to grab a hold of his hair, feeling the vibration of his moan against my lips locking into a deep kiss tongue dancing against mine sending waves of pleasure through my whole body as he kept running his hands over my back now sliding them under my shirt he tore opened, i cling over him as he held me up instantly pushing us away from the wall walking around the room never once did his lips left mine even when I felt him lower me down against the soft fabric of the black sofa.
Still over me he stops, forehead against mine as he moves his fingers from my hips stopping at my bellybutton then sliding down to open my jeans taking them off of me ever so slowly, sharp eyes locked over mine the entire time our unsteady breathes intertwining. All i could do was watch him move above me completely hypnotized by his every move.
He sits on his knees in front of me, eyes running over my entire body as he pushes his hair back. Tounge running over his bottom lip, he takes of his black blazer throwing it on the floor, then his tie slowly button it down his white shirt.
- look at you… - he murmured, opening the last bottom. - all hungry for me…
He leaned himself over me again, hand cupping my check as his thumb slides over my botttom lip. I can only stare amazed into his brown orbs, body shivering from desire craving his touch so bad it hurts completely burning every cell on my skin. Not wasting any time as his lips capture mine between his own lips, hands dancing over each others body scratching and gripping harder each second as we bth completely lose ourselves on the burning desire that grows hotter between our bodies
Gripping into his hair as he lowers his body fully against mine, i shiver at the feeling of his skin burning against mine mind losing any last bit of sanity i had left. He slides on arm underneath my waist pulling me closer making me arch my back up, another hand holding the nape of my neck tightly as he slowly grinds his hips against mine. A moan into his wet lips feeling how hard he is over me, completely out of breath already as he holds me tighter every time he moves against me chasing his own pleasure.
His lips leaving mine to plant kisses over my chest as he ruts into me, his voice vibrates through my skin as he groans against me completely drunk in his pleasure. Teeth sinking into my skin as he held into me harder, my whole body burns in the ecstatic feeling of his hands sliding over my skin as he made a path with his lips from my chest to my neck leaving a long lick there before he grabs my hips up against his crotch terribly slowly. Pressing his hard cock over my sweet spot as he leaned back, hands still glued to my hips i watched as he sat between my legs bitting into his own bottom lip eyes closed as he enjoyed hi own pleasure with the most pleasant expression ever as if he could ecstasy from the feeling at any moment. He looked like a sex god above me, how his muscles stiffen every time he grinned on me harsh breathes leaving his lips each time.
I could feel the wetness between my leg sliding down my ass already, feeling needier the more the teased above me completely drunk own the pleasure. I watched as he slowly began to undo the bottom of his pants sliding so fucking slowly the zipper down, eyes locked with mine as a smirk formed on his lips. I could bearly held myself from complete collapsing into his madness the more i waited for him, sitting up i grabbed him by his pants pulling his lips back to mine as he groaned on my mouth holding the waist line of his pants i began to punch them down until they stop at his knees. Bitting into my bottom lip he stops the kiss eyes burning over mine as i take the chance to feel his skin sliding my hands up from his knees till his hips, swallowing his breaths against my lips feeling beyond into him.
Lips brushing into mine as he held my neck pushing me back against the sofa hovering above me using his knees to spread me opened for him, he slides his left hand down between us and i feel like gasoline being set on fire as he slowly slides his head between my lower lips over my clit a moan escaping my lips at the delicious stimulation, his own eyes closing as breathy moans leave his lips. Bucking my hips up against his as a wave of pleasure hit me right through, with a groan he completely slides his dick inside me.
Feeling overwhelmed by the delicious feel of him filling me up so fucking good I immediately close my arms around his neck, with one hand he supports himself up above me as the other one keeps me still by the neck. Eyes burning into mine one last time before he takes my lips harshly between his, that scar never looked so good on him before then it does now with pleasure filling every little bit of his brain. Seat beginning to drip from his forehead over mine, my moans being entirely swallowed by his hungry mouth as he began to move his hips against mine slowly but hard.
Feeling myself pulse around him as the waves of pleasurable stimulation fills every cell on my body, lips leaving his to beg for more against his mouth louder each time as the pleasure becomes almost beyond control turning ourselves into two animals starved for each others touch.
More. I moaned against him. More.
Fingers gripping at the nape of his neck, grabbing his hair feeling almost desperate for his touch even the smallest amount was enough to send me into over drive, the wet sounds between our legs getting louder as he starts moving faster. Sweat covering our bodies like second skin, holding tighter each other as the pleasure becomes more and more intense. His hands brushing deliciously against my sides, stretching every inch of skin with his short nails to stop at my hips were he grabbed harshly my own hands holding into him just as hard as i felt my own orgasm, slowly creeping up between our bodies.
More.
I begged and he gave me all i wanted. Until i feel the overwhelming sensation of pleasure fills every muscle of my body completely going into ecstasy as his movements slowly stops, feeling all my wetness drip down my legs.
I went so high i bearly could make any word he speak afterwards, feeling even more aroused at the sound of his raspy deep voice above me send me into another dimension.
- turn around and get on your knees, I didn’t come yet.
Shit.
He did told me he wouldn’t stop.
I tried my best to move between the highs of pleasure still dancing over my sweaty body, slowly turning around on the sofa as i got on all fours in front of him. I felt so high on pleasure, completely drunk on it i could bearly made out when he grabbed my hips holding myself up into a sitting position, back glued against his naked chest i gasped at the feeling shivers sliding down into an electric wave of stimulation.
His heavy breathes hitting the back of my neck as he teasingly begins to brush his finger over my sides, leaving wet kisses on my shoulder as his short nails left marks above my ribs down to my waist stoping at my hips as he pulls me more into him opening my legs more. I could hear him pumping himself against me as low moans left his lips over my skin, one hand sliding up over my body grabbing my chest a moan leaving my own lips as he the pleasure of his touches kept sending hot waves of ecstasy between my legs. Wetness sliding down my parted legs soon being filled again by his hard cock, a groan immediately leaving my lips as my body shoot up in pleasure being held back down agains Yoongi once i ease down his length feeling his hands wrap around my body as he begins to pound into me again, lips immediately searching for my neck.
The overwhelming pleasure filling my cunt making whimpers and moans vibrate through my throat, as the warmth swells over my entire body again. Grinding down against him at an increased speed, feeling he hit deep within my soaking walls grabbing into his thighs behind me carving my nails on his skin as he peak the pace even more pounding harder and faster into me, desperate moans filling the room intertwined with his deep groans. The sensation of his fingers moving slowly up and down over my clit only adds to the pleasure of the increased speed, his groans getting louder the harder he pounded into me aggressively moving his hips against me causing me to lean even more over his chest from the sensation becoming far too overwhelmed.
The heat builds in between my tights immediately tensing around him, nails digging harder into his skin.
- tel me how good it feels - He groaned over my ear, a deep chuckle coming from his lips.
I feel my head up in the clouds, bearly able to make a single sentence head spinning in confusion as he kept moving his fingers between my slick cunt.
- say it.
Body completely giving into his becoming to weak from his pleasure, feeling another chuckle vibrating through his chest against my back. His hands sliding over my body to grab my chest as he continued o pound into my wet walls, feeling them tense more and more around him. The burning feeling growing desperately each second spreading all over my body once again, i held into his hands over my chest for support as i felt another orgasm building up between my legs.
- Yoongi… - his name slips deliciously from my lips - so good, so good…
I can’t bearly recognize my own voice full of desperation and pleasure, fallowed by moans and whimpers of his name. Holding tightly into him as the pleasure builds up hotter and hotter from his length buried between my thighs deep inside me, finally letting myself go feeling the intense warmth fills my entire body again reaching another high almost falling into the sofa but being held by Yoongis arms immediately, he lazily chuckles behind me over my tired body.
Body steal pulsing with pleasure as i let him hold into me thrusting sloppily into me as he rides his own orgasm, feeling his wetness filling me up completely till he drips between our legs increasing deliciously my own pleasure.
By the time he pulls away, my whole body is trembling. Feeling him carefully lay me down against the soft sofa, my breathing slowly beginning to slower down still too high up in the clouds to move away. Knees feeling sore underneath slowly resting.
An intense feeling of tiredness filling my trembling body, the last thing i felt was the ghost of Yoongis lips over my back as he traced my spine carefully up and down until a fall deeply into a slumber.
[…]
The bright light hitting my face as I became more and more conscious slowly waking up from my sleep, head feeling heavy from sleeping in a bad position I groaned feeling a sharp pain shot behind my neck, time should be the last thing I worry about at least for now but I can’t help thinking about it as I lift my upper body up stretching myself up. I massage my neck trying to release some of the pain, still a bit out of it from just waking up I try my best to fix my messy hair the white cover sliding down a bit as i continued to move, a cold feeling hitting my naked body under the sheets I hold the cover back up to cover my chest looking around the room I was in not remembering when I came here. Taking in the details I couldn’t the night before the walls where a dark gray, no decoration, no photos hanging on them minimalistic to is finest. He didn’t seem like the type of guy who would have candles and a fluffy carpet to decorate his room, obviously. A sight left my lips as I lay back over the soft mattress of the king sized bed, the room was spotless though everything was so clean as if he had just bought it, the though that maybe he bearly spend anytime in this house passed through my mind. Men are all the same, they buy large houses just to fill more their egos in the end their hearts are the ones left empty.
With a sight I lay down again feeling something hard under my head my body instantly becoming stiff at the thought of him, I turned to the side only to be meet with his face right next to mine. He had a hard expression over his features even while sleeping although the light shining from window made his features look soft almost like a completely different person. The scar on his face shined under the sunlight, it had healed a lot more since the first time I saw him. It wasn’t fresh as I could tell but he certainly got it not long ago. He looked so beautiful right now stealing my breath away at the sight of his calm face so close to mine, his milky white skin so soft under mine. How could he look so calm and peaceful right now, people like him always amazed me. Criminals like him.
The memories from last night swimming back to my mind like a brick, I didn’t know what to feel in this circle of fire after all the things I’ve done deep down I knew the damage was already done, i kept thinking that every time almost like a silly cry for mercy. I could try to make things better and say I was only being threatened by the Agust d but, at the same time it would be a lie it would only mean I’m just like one of them. Lying and manipulating people so I can escape the horrible things I’ve done. I can’t go back to who I used to be. I can’t be the girl Namjoon wants me to be, I know that. I don’t want to go back and right now I couldn’t feel a single drop of remorse or guilty.
Am I becoming one of them?
The only things that comes to my mind is that I just know, I want to go to him.
Mindlessly I gave into the temptation to touch his skin, he was so close to me now I needed to feel his skin again. After last night I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget what we did, the need to touch him was bigger then any self control I had in my body Yoongi was like a drug. Once you have a taste you can’t stop yourself and want more. Slowly moving my hand towards his face I softly traced his check down to his jaw. He didn’t move a bit, seemed to be still deep in his sleep. I could still taste him on my lips, just the thought of his hands over my skin were enough to send me into a mess. What was about him that felt so deeply addictive?
I carefully traced up over his check but before I could get any closer to his scar my wrist was quickly held away from his face.
He opened his eyes slowly, staring into mine sharply. I gulped down nervously.
- don’t - was all he said, in a low deep voice.
I slowly moved my head up and down signaling “ok” shivers running down my spine as his sharp eyes kept looking at me, hard expression over his soft features. Same eyes that burned over mine last night, It was so hard to maintain eye contact with him I could never guess what was going through his head. Did I upset him? I couldn’t tell, not when his eyes were a pool of honey and coffee shining so beautifully under the sunlight to stare deep into mine.
- you’re awake - I whispered, feeling completely out of breath.
- the whole time - he said, I bite down on my bottom lip deciding to look at his hand that still held my wrist away from his face. Warmth burning at my cheeks.
I was surprised he even slept here after last night, I couldn’t remember how we got up here the last thing I remember was falling asleep after he sanded me into an overdrive of pleasure. Now that I was back to my self the thought brought a nervous feeling to my insides, I liked being in his presence but I hated how much I liked that. Especially knowing he wasn’t the type of men to care enough about woman after he sleeps with them. I shouldn’t have let this happened, now this was just another card he could use against me in the future. I must keep myself strong in order to survive here this wasn’t the world I was used to after all, it was his world.
I tried to take my wrist from his grip but he didn’t let go, making my eyes run back to his nervously. He pressed my arm over my head lifting himself up to rover over my body completely, his skin burning against mine just like last night as he lays his body over mine. The feeling of his naked body against mine sending a shiver down my spine making me arche in desire instantly, the little movement of my hips bringing a knowing feeling of discomfort enough to make me knowledge how my body was still recovering from last night but still in desperate need of touch again.
He held both my wrists above my head, lips falling over my neck kissing and biting over the marks he left last night.
- you regret it - it wasn’t a question he murmured against my skin almost like a cat purring, I gulped down the feeling of warmth that rise up my body at the sound of his low voice, releasing his face from my neck to stare at my face his eyes scanned the marks he left on my skin with a smirk on his face.
- no - I whispered back, feeling how dry my throat was.
- lies…. I know that look on your face - he said, a smirk on his lips and now this wasn’t Yoongi anymore - want me to remind you how much you liked last night?
I gulped down not being able to say anything, this was Agust D now.
I couldn’t say anything, my mind would say something and in a second my body would betray me for his touch completely under the addicting need of his touch.
In a movement he sat down between my legs pushing his long hair back as the bed covers falling completely from our bodies exposing our naked selves to each others gaze. My eyes scanned every detail of his chest I couldn’t last night, we were so starved for each other i bearly had any chance to simply appreciate his presence. My heavens, he was so beautiful. This isn’t good for my self control.
How his milky skin shined under the dim sunlight that graced us through the slightly open curtains, enhanced every detail over his body, every vain in his arms and hips. I felt completely tipsy over him, just the sight of him was enough to turn me into a mess so thirsty for his taste.
- I guess we could… - he traced my knee slowly down to my hip bringing me closer, stealing a gasp from me at his harsh movement - I don’t mind reminding you again.
His eyes seemed to be capturing every part of me all spreed for him, heat burning over my cheeks. He lower himself down in a second my own hands coming in touch with his chest at instinct, the feeling of his soft and cold skin over my hands making me melt in want under his kiss stoping a few seconds after. A smirk danced over his lips as he looked down at my hands over his chest, the only thing stopping him from completely falling over me.
- I should tie you up next time - he said, I couldn’t hold the surprise at his words not being able to make out any sane thought afterwards.
He chuckled at my reaction grabbing my thigh over his hip fixing himself between my legs, his touch making my entire body heat up with desire electricity flooding through my veins every time his fingers brushed over my skin making me anticipate every moment he goes further. With his fingertips ghosting over my hip, it’s only a second before he dips his hand between my parting thighs. I gasp a the touch feeling my insides clench around nothing, making him chuckle above me my hands sliding up from his chest to his shoulders grabbing the skin. Goosebumps running over my skin from head to toe as he keeps a slow rhythm running his finger up and down teasing my clit, waves of pleasure instantly spread across my body making me bite my lip. Not being able to keep my eyes opened as the pleasure completely melted over me at the feeling of his fingers circling over my clit caressing so damn slowly.
The tension begins to build so deliciously all control I had was completely lost now, replaced with an intense desire to have him inside me. Every touch is electric, pleasure filling every inch of my body until my legs start shaking. Digging my nails into his skin as the waves of a bliss roll through my body.
- do you still regret it? - he mumbles over my ear.
I bite into my lower lip to keep a moan down as he slips inside me one finger, holding tighter over his shoulders as he uses his thumb to move over my clit while still moving inside me. He chuckles at my reaction with his other hand holding my chin up making me look at him, lips brushing over mine his eyes burning with desire.
He stops his movements bringing his fingers back up over my lips caressing my bottom lip with his thumb covered on my arousal, his breathing is faster eyes looking heavier now he kept biting and licking over his lower lips. I didn’t took another second and sucked on his thumb, tasting myself on him he groaned deep and needy pleasure displayed over every corner of his face in a second he replaces his thumb with his tongue inside my mouth, I moan against him rolling my hips up on his feeling how hard he already is over me. Stoping only to adjust himself between my thighs, the feeling of his hard cock slowly sliding inside me sending waves of pleasure all over me making me arch my back. Starting out slow as he groans over my ear I grab into him tightly closing my arms around his shoulder as he continues to move back and forth, kissing beneath his ear earning a grip over my hips as he moves deeper inside me making me burn with desire his hips buck into me a growl emitting from his chest and I moan out his name feeling my insides clench around his cock.
I can’t help but whimper against his neck holding him tighter, thighs pressing around his waist his lips finding mine again as he begins to quicken his peace. Hand slipping between my thighs again to press his fingers against my clit, body needing release the more he teases it. He thrusts deeper caressing circles over my clit making me moan out loud. Grabbing his hair in fist a hungrily taste his tongue against mine, he can only groan hips quickening in pace as he pumps harder into me feeling breathless as time goes by, pleasure consuming every inch of my body. Another growl builds in his chest growing desperate he begins to move faster, feeling his cock hit deeper within my walls he bites into my bottom lip the familiar sting rising all over my body the warmth swell until it washes all over my body, legs trembling in high pleasure until it becomes so overwhelming I feel it dripping down my slit.
He groans separating our lips as he rides out his own he pulls away keeping himself up with his arm above my head, unsteady breathes escaping his mouth over mine as he pulls his cock from within my dipping walls pumping his length with a tight grip it takes only a few second before the drops of his release fall over my belly, he comes undone over me before the last drop of his release hits my flesh he falls against my body.
None of us moves still catching our breaths as we get down from our high and slowly we come right back. He pulls himself up again a knowing smirk over his lips as he bite into the lower lip staring down at me.
- any regrets? - he asked, I only moved my head side to side indicating a “no” not looking into his eyes as I only stared down at his neck watching his chest move up and down while he chuckled.
He leaned down again pressing a kiss over my lips before getting up, I stared at his naked back seeing the long marks of my nails on his back as he entered the bathroom. He came back no long after wearing a red silky robe and pants.
- I have work to get done - he said, standing in front of the bed - make yourself at home, you can use anything you need here.
- okay… - I murmured looking up at him, he kneeled down over the bed making a sing with his finger for me to get up towards him.
I slowly made my way back to him, holding the shits to cover me as tight as possible. Once I was close enough he grabbed me by the neck pressing his lips over mine, feeling his tongue slip inside my mouth without permission I groaned against him he stops the kiss with a bite over my lower lip. Giving me one last look he turned around to leave the room.
Oh god.
It took a lot more effort than I thought it would to get up from his bed, covering myself on his sheets a make my way to the bathroom on his room. The bathroom it self was almost as big as the bedroom but, different then the rest of the house it was brighter in colors once completely inside im meet with a big square bathtub, a shower beside it separated and on my right a large sink with a mirror that went up to the ceiling. I made my way towards it looking the mess I was n the mirror. If I didn’t knew any better I’d thought I got in a fight last night upon seeing myself in the mirror.
From my jaw down my neckI completely covered in marks, his love bites were something else. Letting the sheet fall to my feet I found out my neck wasn’t the only part of me he marked, my hips had scratching marks as well as my back and belly following up to my chest.
Memories of his touch and roughness filling my mind, how things escalated so fast last night. I couldn’t let a simple night of pleasure - and morning - erase how much distress he has put me this past week. Threatening me and making me do his dirty work just to make things more difficult for me to get him. I quickly brushed off, now it wasn’t the time for this and I need that shower more then ever. To relax my body and clear my mind.
As much as the bathtub seemed so inviting I make my way towards the shower, I just needed to cool things out right now my mind was still clouded filled with not so pure thoughts I had to make out what steps to take from now, letting the warm water fall over my tired body immediately relaxing all the muscles a sight of relief leaving my lips at the warm feeling take over my entire body. For now I would have to sort things with Yoongi as soon as possible we’ve been playing this game for too long and things need to be fixed now there’s no time to play when you’re in a world like this I can’t just let him throw me from side to side with no clear direction, reaching out to grab the shampoo I found out there was none only a lavender scented soap. A sight left my lips as a improvised tying my hair with itself. No washing hair today then.
Feeling much calmer now that I was clean I don’t take much time there though I knew I would be there for hours if I let myself wonder too much in my thoughts. Once I’m done, I dry myself out covering my body with the towel making my way back to the room realizing only my shirt was here on the floor, the rest of my clothes were probably still on the meeting room. The thought immediately brought a blush to my face. I can’t just go there wearing only a towel to cover my body, what if someone sees me?
That thought definitely wasn’t pleasant. I swallowed the bitter taste, the closet was beside the bathroom the door half opened I quickly make my way there the lights turned on by itself making it clear every piece of clothing inside it perfectly organized and hanged all separated by colors. Not that it was much colorful though, mostly being black and white and a very few gray button shirts and blue. Taking a closer look at the clothes feeling the fabrics as i slide my fingers over one it felt and looked so expensive, how neat and perfectly organized they were, how good they all smelled. This wasn’t just any smell, It transmitted luxury in every detail.
If I take any piece of clothing here Yoongi might actually cut my head off - I thought for a second but quicklyI brushed it away, making my way towards the drawers, there’s must be something here I could borrow for now that would get me kill, right?
The first one I opened immediately got me shocked, it was filled with rings and watches of all types shining with gold and diamonds all organized side by side. I closed that one as fast as I opened, turned to the next one it had some more shirtsI kept looking carefully through them till I finally found were his pajama pants were. I had to hold myself from having a little happy dance, I was begging to feel so nervous there. All of those expensive clothes, if I messed up yoongi would kill me.
But he wouldn’t mind if a borrow one of his pajama pants, would he? Out of everything there those were the only ones that seemed least shocking expensive. Once I got what I needed I quickly left that closet, dressing myself on the bedroom.
I took one final glance at myself on the mirror wall beside the bed, it didn’t look much different than what I would usually look on weekends. The pants were baggy on me even though they felt a bit tighter over the hips, definitely not meant for a woman with hips like mine but still comfortable. I fixed my hair the best i could leaving it fall messily fall over my shoulders.
I didn’t know what to do now, should I just leave the house? I know better then to do anything that could risk my life, it wasn’t just some normal persons place but a mafia man no other then Agust d. I would first have to talk with Yoongi, something’s needed to be discussed.
Making my way out of the room I immediately regret it not asking him were he would go, how am I supposed to find him in this enormous house? I didn’t have time to even check we’re we where going last night since we were obviously busy, things felt so confusing out of a sudden. What am I even doing here? Yoongi had some explanation to do over all that belonging thing with the Paradise poker card, just what in the world those people are doing with that?
He didn’t look like that type of men. He wasn’t that type of men. So what does he really want from me?
Not only that thought is driving me completely insane but, what in the world was I thinking? A sense of regret was bound to cross my mind, all the choices I made were only to save my brother. Even so the heavy weight over my chest wasn’t leaving me, would my brother finally be safe now that they have me? The only thing I knew was I had to make sure of it. How could I trust them so easily to the point were I completely forgot who I was, all my choices were meant to save someone yet I could still damage his life just as bad. If word goes out not only will my brothers life be in danger but, Namjoon.
I laid in the bed of his enemy, he would never forgive me for it if he finds out. Not only that but I’m sure the station would turn against me. They probably already know I’m with Yoongi, I can’t go back to the life I used to have. All the choices I made took me to rock bottom. And I can’t blame anyone else for it but myself.
How foolish of me. I didn’t deserve any forgiveness. I must carry on this path, wherever it takes me I must make sure I survive this war I stared with myself.
I don’t know when I found myself in front the meeting room Yoongi took me last night, I’ve been walking in this long corridor for a while now. It looked even more beautiful in the day light, now I could see the how the light form outside shined over the water falling over the window the small table with all sorts of drinks over on the right a for seat sofa in front of the wall were some of his and mine clothes were displayed and a tea table in the middle were empty cups lay there with a bottle of whiskey almost empty out the sing we must have had more drinks last night before we go to his bedroom, nothing else in the room but that. The sound of water falling was calming, the traces of last night were in every corner of the room immediately bringing a hot blush to my cheeks as I stared at our clothes laying everywhere, the possibility of someone might heaving seen it made me instantly rush to get them. I quickly took one by one in my hands, the house was so quiet except for the sound of water falling from further away though I could swear I heard voices one of them was clearly Yoongi. I couldn’t go back to the room and put the clothes there, I was sure I would get lost again so I just hide them under the sofa as fast as I could and quietly made my way to back at corridor again.
Fallowing the sound of their voices the best I could I stopped in front of a double door on the left of the long corridor, they seemed to be coming from there, standing beside it I kept my focused on their conversation.
- why did you have to bring her!? - it was Jack who said, I recognized and he didn’t sounded so happy - she’s one of them!
I was the only she I knew was brought here so this was definitely a conversation about me, no wonder Jack isn’t doesn’t sound so happy.
- I’m well aware of that Hoseok, what do you want from me? - it was Yoongi, he sounded calm like Jacks outbursts were nothing.
So that must be Jacks real name, everyone here seemed to have code names so the police don’t track them down.
- she’s been behaving only because we kept her on a leash with that brother of hers… - Jack stated, I could hear the anger building up on his voice again as he speaks - I can’t believe you would do such stupid thing just for a pussy D!
- Are you accusing my ability to make decisions because of a woman? - Yoongis voice was calm but stern at the same time at his words they both fell silent.
There were a few moments of silence between them, before I hear the sound of crashing glass.
If Jack is so pressed about me being here I must do something, he wouldn’t hesitate to take my brother life if something happened to Yoongi and it has been clear since day one how much he already disliked me I can’t let myself fall especially now that I’m under the same roof as them. If shooting one of Namjoons men wasn’t enough to prove them they had me I would have to go to the bottom of this. Things are getting messy more and more, Jack wasn’t wrong about this after all me being here definitely wasn’t the best choice. Why did I have to shoot that guy? Now I’m stuck here and probably will have to work more for Yoongi before he even considers letting me go, In the end is not much different then the my work at the station, I would still have to prove my worth for men the only difference is that now I must do it so Jack doesn’t kill my brother or me while I sleep.
- you know better then anyone else who I am and what I’m capable of… - Yoongis tone wasn’t as calm as before, now sharp and clear - do you not trust me?
- of course I do… is she who I don’t trust! - Jack exasperated, anger spilling at every word.
- I’ll kill her myself if she does anything - Yoongi said, his words sanded a chill down my spine.
Everyone seemed to have a desire with for my head on a plate, even though all I did was obey. None of them say a single words after that, I heard step’s getting closer and I quickly turned to leave that wasn’t the best moment to be found by someone who wanted me dead sneaking around especially after he had a very exclusive conversation with his boss. If I wasn’t going down by Yoongis hands Jack would definitely do the job,very painfully I assumed.
And so, if his trust is what I need to get to live I better do something quickly.
Before I could even take another step the doors were opened harshly, good thing they opened towards the outside hiding me from Jack in the process and almost breaking my nose as well.
I swallowed hard feeling my heart almost bursting out of my chest, I waited a bit as I could tell Jack was leaving the corridor through his heavy steps until I don’t hear any sound of him to come out of my hiding spot behind the door.
I took a deep breath before entering this couldn’t wait any longer, I had to set things straight with Yoongi now or else this would end very ugly. Closing the doors behind me as I entered I was soon meet with a large office the room was dark no lights in it except for the the light coming from the window balcony were he stood back turned towards me not noticing me presence. I took a deep breath holding myself as I felt a cold wind flew by the opened window, he still wore the same red silky robe from earlier smoke filling the air around him cigarette in his hand. He seemed to be in deep thought not noticing as I made my way into his office.
Suddenly I felt so small, like I just disrupted a tiger who was sleeping peacefully but I needed to have this talk with him we have to put the cards on the table now more then ever. If I can’t play against him, I’ll play with him instead.
I cleared my throat the sound making him look over his shoulder instantly, my heart almost skipping a beat as his eyes locked with mine the smallest gestures of his could turn my whole world upside down. I had to take control of my body, this won’t work if he keeps affecting me this way.
He turned back slowly taking a blow of the cigarette as he sat down on the big chair behind the desk, blowing the smoke lazily as he looked at me up and down. I swallowed hard, all the muscles in my body goin stiff under his sharp eyes.
He looked incredible good right now, messy dark hair and chest half exposed by the robe he didn’t care to tie.
- are you just going to stand there and watch me? - he asked.
- no… - o clear my throat again, mind going blank at the sight of him - we need to talk.
That’s right, talk. I have to put my cards on the table and now is time for our first match, only thing I have no cards to use against him.
- we do - he agrees, putting the cigarette down.
I took the seat in front of him. Nervously and slowly I tried to use any second a could in order to form a sentence, we have been through so much now yet I have no idea how to start this conversation.
Like something was lost after we slept together, I can’t let that change my mind so easily but I also cannot ignore it. After all, Yoongi brought me here.
- why did you brought me here? - I asked him, that was a good start.
- I already told you that - he said, blowing more of the smoke in the air.
- yes, but you didn’t explain - he sighted, I watched as he just took another blow of the cigarette eyes going up and down over me.
-right, I’ll explain then - he got up from the chair, walking up to a small bar set on the left just before the window he filled a cup for himself before proceeding with his explanation - there is a order in crime, those who come before anyone else and those who come after them. At the top is where me and a few more people stand, anyone else that comes after us is… well low graded.
- were do I stand in there? - I asked watching as he game me a smirk only.
- nowhere, you don’t stand there - he said, sitting back down at the chair in front of me - you seem, leaders of powerful groups like me are what you can call a pure blood. People who work for us are dirty blood, to enter Paradise you must prove you’re one of us or that you belong to us that way we keep things under control and away from any risks of being find.
- what happens if someone who’s not you or work for you tries to get in?
- well two scenes could happen - he said, taking a sip from the cup - you have a card that proves you belong to someone or you don’t, so you die.
- just like that?
- yes, we can’t risk our client’s safety - he said, eyes fallowing every part of my face for my reaction.
- is that why you gave me that card?
- that’s not the same thing, you gave me someone else’s card that someone didn’t wanted to belong anymore and used you to returned to me - he explained leaning forward to get closer, a smirk on his lips - by returning her card you automatically offered yourself to me.
- what?! - I gasped.
- I thought Scarlet told you that, that’s why I accepted you seeing your confusion now she must’ve not - he chuckled.
- but why would you even consider accepting me on the first place - I asked, this didn’t make any more sense to me. Why use such stupid method for something so serious?
- we needed a new mole and you just so happened to be there right on time - he mumbles - nothing especial.
I couldn’t face the smirk on his lips deciding to keep my focus on his hands instead as he played with the tip of the cup in front of him, the brown liquid melted the ice cubes on it smoke dancing around the air.
That woman knew exactly what would happened to me yet she didn’t utter a single word about it, she knew what all of that meant but didn’t told me anything. I could feel the anger building inside me, the more I thought about her face the more hate filled men nerves. I should’ve had noticed something was off, no one hands information that easily. That card she gave me then by Yoongis words meant she worked for him before, that’s how she knew were he was and Paradise. I wondered what kind of work he gave her, that would explain why he would need a woman.
I’m sure he could have better men do what ever job he wants yet, he choose me - actually he accepted as he said. Here I did everything he asked me, leaking information for him and even shoot someone for him and I’m still here. I wasn’t part of his world just a mere mistake, a mere side effect that happened because of my stupid choices and actions, was sleeping with me all he wanted? Why was I still here?
He sighted getting up from the chair walking around the desk to stop in front of me leaning over towards me his face mere inches away from mine, a cold chill running all over my skin as I turned my eyes back to the floor I couldn’t even look at him now. I didn’t even try to stop him from bringing me here he gave me his hand and I took it, I was the one who decided to shake hands with the devil.
My brother was a mere contributor for this to happen, t protect my brother I must live. I want to live. It is clear as the sky, who ever crosses Yoongis path will end up dead that gives me no choice but, honestly I couldn’t feel single bit of remorse about it. Not everyone in this world if a saint, everybody has their own secrets and share of misfortune, not everybody can play the hero but that doesn’t mean you don’t have to get your hands dirty a bit. Playing safe can only take somewhere, if you don’t take the risk and shake hands with the devil sometimes you’ll never be able to reach farther. I was tired of being the nice person, never saying no while everyone though they could walk over me.
I have to play smart if I want to keep breathing, I’ll gladly shake hands with him again in order to do that.
- the moment I saw you in that police station, I could tell you were born to be like me… you’re whole body aches for this. I see the potential in you, so why not under me? - he whispered, leaning towards me he looked me against the chair with both hands on rather side of me.
He slowly brushed my hair out of my face. Just like this morning I felt completely hypnotized by him, his words were poison disguised as sweet honey, dripping from his lips like he never spoke a lie.
He was giving me the opportunity to work for him, now is my chance to make this deal. Although I don’t completely agree with him or his methods.
- how would you know? - I breathless asked him, only for his smirk to grow even more. How could he just read me like that.
My body felt deeply attracted to his, every cell on my skin was aching to meet his but this wasn’t good for me. How could he know so much about me, when we only meet a few times? How could he read me so well to know who I’m?
All I did this whole time was to survive, to protect my brother. How was that because I’m like him?
- because… - he closed the distance between us, lips brushed over mine - anyone else would call the police already, you’re were not one of them so the right decision you should’ve made was to tell someone about all the things that happened. Stop lying to yourself y/n. You’re choices speak louder than all this bullshit you’re trying to put up.
- no, you used m y brother against me, I didn’t have a choice - I stared back into his pool of ice coffee iris.
- you and I both know you did, that night you didn’t have to come alone you didn’t have to come at all - he chuckled - use all this excuses to make yourself plausible, you think you can go back to your station and they will give you a big hug and flowers?
- I’m not like you…. - I said through my teeth.
- no… - he said amazed, hands closing around my chin to make look up into his eyes - you can’t ever be like me, I’m worst.
- what do want from me anyway? - I spat, taking his hand from my face.
- depends… what are you willing to do for me? - he retorted, standing up he walked back to his chair sitting down - can put a bunny to work for me if she won’t be able to hunt.
- I think you already know…. - the thought of the night before instantly flowing back to my mind. I was willing to shoot someone again if needed. But not willing to admit that out loud.
A moment of silence fell between us so thick you could cut with a knife. We were exposing our cards now, I had a stupid pair of threes of spades while he kept putting aces down. Each time. Every word coming out of his mouth just as sharp as a knife.
There was still one card I needed to get out of this play.
- why were you at the station that day? - I finally asked him - the night after we meet in downtown, you were at the station and then… you attacked the diretor of my… of the station.
- just some business…
- cut that bulshit! - I snap - you better start giving me answers!
- I don’t owe you nothing… your one of my dogs now - he said, tilting his head to the side a smirk on his lips mocking me - but if you wanna know so bad, and we’ll since you did used to work there I’ll tell you after your done with your job tonight.
- what about my brother? - I asked him, making him sight.
- humm… well, he owes me a lot of money - he smirked.
- I’ll pay for him… - I swallowed hard. The smirk immediately desapear from his face, he looked at me dead in the eye as if already expecting.
- who said I’d accept it?
- what? - my body immediately falling over the feeling of an exhausted helplessness. Why wouldn’t he accept? What does that even mean?
- he owes me…. Not you - he said, lighting another cigarette.
At that I scoffed.
- he’s my responsibility, I failed to protect him that’s why he’s like that now. - I tell him.
- trust me… it’s not your fault - he said, looking up to blow the smoke as if he knew something I don’t.
- just let me pay for him already… - I insisted.
- do you have the money? - he said impatiently.
- I’ll get it… - somehow I could. I didn’t even knew how much he owed them. Yet here I’m putting my neck on the line again.
- you don’t. - he cuts me off - which means you can only do one thing to pay your brothers debit.
I swallowed nervously. Cheeks hitting up.
- don’t worry… I don’t want you to pay it with sex - he chuckled, noticing my expression - that won’t bring my money back.
- no? I mean of course it won’t, I thought…
- you’ll stay here and work for me - he said - can’t risk that little mouth of yours outside anyways, especially when that Namjoon guy is searching everywhere for you.
The mention of Namjoon immediately brought my eyes back to his. He was searching for me? Why would he, after everything I’ve done. Only if he doesn’t know anything how I was the one who sabotage his whole operation. Maybe he does know, of course he does no one could beat him at the station he was the best investigator there he’s probably looking for me to put me behind bars.
- what’s with you and that guy anyway? - Yoongi asked, - he always seems so… are you and him, you know?
- no. - I immediately cut him off, anger boiling inside me at his insinuating - he is just… was a friend.
- i don’t really care about that… just making sure….
- I won’t tell him anything don’t worry, is not like I can he’s probably looking for me to lock me up - I interrupted him, this whole conversation turned upside down - he’ll do that if he finds me, I won’t make that mistake.
- good then. - he drank the whole liquid before putting the cigarette insides - you’ll be staying here from now.
- I need my things - I tell him, I can’t stay here without clothes and shampoo. It feels like prison.
- I’ll manege that don’t worry, - he said - I need you to be ready tonight though, we’ll go to paradise tonight I need to finish some business… I’ll use your excellent talent into finding people to get a rat that seems to be lost.
I only nodded. Of course that wouldn’t be any wait until I get used to all of this, someone like him must have his hands full of work he probably doesn’t spare any second to get into action.
Talent into finding people, he meant how I was so up his ass in the station to find him. I didn’t found him though, he was the one who found me.
That time, I was the rat.
[…]
If someone told me I would be working for the mafia years ago, I would have laughed at their face. I had trained my entire life to put guys like him under bars nothing could ever excuse all the thing their organization did to so many people, downtown has been the worse every since Agust D implanted himself here. But look at me now, working for him willing.
If I wanted to blame my brother for it, I could. All his irresponsible choices took me there to help him, if I didn’t went there to save him and actually called Namjoon for help would it be any different? But if I didn’t have gotten there, what if something happened to him? Any minute longer my brother would be dead in that day. Would Yoongi show up to help my brother? Why did he help us that night, more then that he took us to eat.
When he mentioned how much money brother owed him I saw how his eyes shined, he knew something I didn’t about my brother more then just his addiction maybe, but what could that be? How am I supposed to find that out now?
Yoongi is somehow connected to the police, that’s how he’s been able to clean his tracks. He probably has someone else there working for him, just like he did to me. What Jack told me about this unknown men is that he runaway somehow and then I was the one doing the dirty work, I’ve been working in that station for years and I never noticed anything strange but, how could I anyway. I was a mere cop and on top of it all a woman. They would never even talk to me.
Thinking about it now, I’m starting to understand why Yoongi choose me to work there for him. I was the perfect puppet for his play. For as long as I have been working as a cop at the station they never really treated me equally, never letting me join the real cases and always just giving the paper work besides all my capabilities and background they never even gave me a chance to prove what I could do. I was an outcast there, how would they notice me running around stealing information for the mafia, they couldn’t even look me in the same level. No one would expect it.
At this point I don’t even know where my judgment has come to, Yoongi is the bad guy. He is the evil that robs all are streets from seafty, this feeling of attraction can stop me from seeing him as who he truly is.
Maybe I’m not as good as I thought I was? Maybe he is right, I’m a bad person.
I know I can’t runaway from the path I choose but I don’t feel like running anymore. At the station no matter how good I was it was never enough, I would never be enough for them. This might not be the best path for someone to fallow, but I trust myself more then anyone in this world. I would never chose a path I can’t walk through, if I came here alive I’ll stay alive.
After I left Yoongis office mind still clouded with thoughts as I made my back to the room we had slept in, he said he would bring some of my clothes from my house soon also making sure no one knows about it and insured my brother wouldn’t knew either that someone went there, after that he only told me to be ready by 7pm. No details. Short and direct.
He wasn’t taking me out to eat, he gave me a mission. And if finding someone was all there was to it, it shouldn’t be so difficult? Besides is not like he asked me to end someone’s life.
A small clock was sat at the side table of the bed, I notice it was 3pm. The fact that it wouldn’t take much longer for me to start getting ready to go to Paradise again, made me nervous. This time was different then the other times I went there, those times I was set to get information to use against Yoongi and now I would have to get information for him it was complete different, I knew he was using this stupid mission to see if would be able to work under him, he was testing me. I was feed up with all this tests and mind games he kept playing to use me, but I could blame him a man in such position would never risk his empire over a a small inconvenience like me. I should’ve expected that from the beginning, he doesn’t put you into training like the police does to k ow you’re worth, he throws you in a ring and you better come out alive. I didn’t know how I would be able to do this, I agreed with him to do this. This time it was all my choice and deep down I knew it was my last test.
The police never once was able to enter paradise, not until I was. But I’m not a cop anymore. It wasn’t official but I doubt it would take much longer for my face to be on the news.
“Female cop join hands with the mafia, turns out she’s been giving out information to them and she was the cause of the long take to solve the case”
People would hate me. If my father was alive, he would probably put me in jail no second thought. But if he was alive, would I even be here now? My brother wouldn’t have choose that path, he wouldn’t owe Yoongi a single dollar. And I wouldn’t have had to save him that night. Still Yoongi had connections in the station, would we still meet me after all?
While I was walking around the room deep in my thoughts of how I completely destroyed my life, a few nocks on the door took me out of my mind completely. In a few seconds a maid entered the room with a tray of food, she seemed old a few grey hairs standing out at the sides of her perfectly made bun. She didn’t made eye contact with me not did she smiled.
- boss asked me to bring you some food, - with that she pulled the tray over the bed and turned back to me - your dress will be delivered soon as well your things.
With one last bow she turned back and left.
I looked over the food on the bed, it was two sandwiches and a orange juice. So soon I’ll go back to paradise, except this time I’ll be going with Agust D.
I didn’t wanted to think about anything anymore, right now more then ever I just wanted to throw everything in the air. I’m such a cowered. Things get tight and what do I do? Stupidly try to forget about it? I won’t ever be able to forget anything.
I could die any moment by the hands of Agust d right shoulder, Jack. Without any words he made it very clear that if I took some step slightly wrong, he would end my brother and I.
Not only is my brothers life on the line now but mine, and Namjoons.
A while later I was finally able to eat the food the maid brought me, my nervousness was beginning to make me weak and tonight I’ll need all the energy I have to complete this mission.
Good or bad a mission is still a mission. That’s what Namjoon would always said to me to make me feel better about all the paper work i was put to do. He knew better what a bad mission is like no one else.
After eating I decided to take a cold quick shower, just to wake up my body and muscles. Once I was done I walked back to the room only to find a few boxes around and a dress placed over the bed. I took a look closer to it taking the black silk into my hands, the tag flew out of its hiding spot and I gasped.
No he did not.
I immediately put it back on the bed.
Yoongi you little…. Why would you spend that much money on a dress like that?
I sighted holding my temple, no way I’ll wear that tonight. After recomposing myself I looked over the two boxes beside the bed. Opening one I found out my clothes in one, the other had all my personal necessities. He better not have sanded a men to get my underwear.
After looking around my clothes I decided to wear a simple black shirt and a dark colored jeans. If anything happens tonight I’ll be able to defend myself and move around without being noticed.
I took a few looks at myself on the mirror, the door of the room opened quickly starling me I turned back to find Yoongi. He must have showered already, hair a bit wet and styled back. He wore black as usual except for his white shirt underneath the coat. The minty and woody scent coming form him was enough to make you drunk on him. I cleared my throat as he continued to look at me up and down one eyebrow slightly raised.
- what are you wearing? - he asked, his sudden question making me look side to side.
- clothes?
- no obviously… - he rolled his eyes back walking up to me stoping a few feet away - you’re not wearing this tonight, right?
- yes I’m.
He only chuckled.
- put the dress on - he order, a serious expression over his features.
- no, I’m going there for work not partying - I tell him.
- you take things way to seriously…. - he said closing the distance between us - you’re not walking beside me in Paradise wearing that, otherwise I would t have bought that dress just to collect dust.
I gulped down. Dressed like this, of course he wouldn’t want to be seen with someone like like me there. I bet red haired woman was much better company then. I turned to side, trying to act as if his words didn’t make a difference to me, as if I wasn’t hurt by it. Over the mirror I catches him looking me up and down again before looking into my eyes one last time and turned back around. He sat lazily over the end of the bed, signaling to the dress.
I sighted. Walking towards the dress I took agryy making my way to the bathroom, the smirk on his face making me even more angry. Stupid Yoongi and stupid dress.
I took a deep breath before looking at the black silky dress, it was long with a v cut on the left to show the leg, long sleeves that exposed the shoulders small diamonds fallowing a v line over the chest, it left the back to show witch meant I wouldn’t be able to wear a bra with it. How am I supposed to work wearing this?
Forget it, I’ll just put it on to show him and then I’ll take it off.
A dress was the least of my problems now, so I didn’t thought about much after I put it on. Not taking another second I burst out of the bathroom standing in front of Yoongi as he looked up from the floor to me. I don’t know why I was so angry about this but it all seemed to deasapear once I locked eyes with him.
- happy now? - I asked him, closing my arms over my chest. Looking anywhere but him.
- much pleased… - he said. Getting up.
- no, you wanted me to put it on and I did I’ll change back now.
- why can’t you just wear the dress?
- you don’t know? - I asked him incredibly - how am I supposed to defend myself in this? What if I need to run? This isn’t the best disguise!
He walked back towards me, a chuckled leaving his lips once he stood in front of me. I felt so small now I could bearly look at him. How would he know. He’s man.
- you won’t have to defend yourself, I’ll be right there for you - he said, hand over my chin to look up at him - I won’t let anyone hurt you.
- if you do… I’ll hurt you then - at that he smirked.
- is a deal then - He said walking back - put on the shoes I got for you it will look better with the dress.
I looked at him incredulous, he meant the black stiletto over the bed? No way.
- you’ll get the dress I’ll choose the shoes - I tell him.
- fine, as long as it’s not a stupid converse - he said.
- what’s your problem with them? - I asked him as I sit down in the end of the bed.
- they’re just… too hard to take off - he said.
- hard to take… - i immediately stopped myself once I realized what he meant - of course.
I took my Dr. Martens boots and begin to put it on.
- you’re not wearing that - he said.
- yes I’m - I tell him one I’m done, looking up at him with arms closed over my chest - besides you won’t have to worry about taking them off of me tonight.
He chuckled looking down at me.
- I have one more thing for you - he said, walking back to me.
He stood in front of me before getting on his right knee, I looked at him confused until I saw him taking a knife out of his back, it was a tigh garter for one small knife.
- in case you need it - he said, taking my knee in his hand the v cut of the dress exposing my leg for him to slide the garter on my leg stoping over my tigh.
The small knife was secured under the black silk of my dress hidden away from anyone who might see it. He looked up to me, something in his eyes sparkle differently.
- thank you…
He only gave me a smirk, standing up to walk out of the room. I quickly recomposed myself fallowing him outside.
Something was telling me tonight wouldn’t be like any other night I was at paradise, I kept seeing red the more I thought about it even when I tried to push it away it came right back to me.
[…]
The ride to Paradise wasn’t a long one. I sat beside Yoongi on the black Range Rover, even the air seemed different as Jack drove to Paradise but I tried to play it off maybe it was the fact that now I was going to be there as Yoongi makes his business happen, the possibilities of what might happen at the end of this night kept sending a chill down my back. After we’re finally in front of the night club, Jack and his men fallowed behind me and Yoongi as we make or way towards the entrance of the building.
Expensive cars all over around the place like usual, people wearing the most extravagant clothes possible. Smoke in the air as well as the smell of strong woody and sweet perfume.
As Yoongi walked in front to enter the building I fallowed close behind. Tonight everything seemed a bit different, people looked different. Maybe it was all in my head, I wasn’t a very frequent person here anyway. My eyes kept running around as if looking for a shadow hiding in the dark, ready to take off my mask. Starle by the sudden touch behind my back, Iooking up to Yoongi as he moves closer to me.
- stand close to me - he whispered in my ear, hand sliding around my back to stop at my right hip.
I swallowed hard. Only nodding.
We pass the guards who immediately leave space for Yoongi to enter, no questions asked. No questions needed. Agust D is the owner of everything here.
The loud music burst through my ears once we are inside Paradise, it wasn’t as full as it usualy was people who walked past us were definitely not the same usual people. Different from the other times I was here there was less people walking around half naked, the music on the first floor was the usual and a few woman dressed in sexy langerie were doing pole dance in the middle of a set up platform of the place, some just like them were carrying drinks around or small foods in golden trays. The amount of men walking around this place with the same aura as Yoongi led me to think that this was a night only for high class members of the mafia and criminals such as them.
Almost like they knew Agust d was coming, a waitress stopped in front of us and Jack immediately took front to speak with him. A mere waitress can’t speak with Yoongi was what I though.
After talking with Jack the waitress lead us to we’re we where set, a table on the second floor that we’re separated from all the others by a big glass door as water fell from it to a small pound with koy fishes you could only see from outside.
Yoongi stopped before we entered, turning me to him by the hips he leaned over my ear.
- I need you to find someone called Jang Jun woo, he is here somewhere hiding like a rat - he whispered - he is good in desguise and is now working here using the name of Han Seo a waitress in Paradise. Go find him for me, once you do come back to me with his location.
I looked up to him as he leaned back, giving him a nod I turned back to leave not wanting to waste a second. The sooner I find the guy the sooner I can leave here.
I decided to start by the first floor were most of the waitress were at the bar there and not walking around, quickly making my way there I felt so thankful Yoongi didn’t throw a fit for the heels. Especially since I would have to run over the entire building.
The heavy beat of drums and guitar stared playing as slow rock music played in the background, I could feel it beat through my whole body. Nervous I felt not knowing what to do first, I wasn’t given much information about the person I had to find. I didn’t know his face. Only his name wasn’t much to help but maybe that’s what Yoongi wanted, to make things more difficult for me so I work harder to find the guy he wanted. Yoongi could have any of his men doing the work and it would be over in minutes but he just had to make me do this in order to test me. If I wanted to stay alive I would have to find this men he was looking for. To be honest I thought Yoongi might already know we’re he is and is only testing me to the bones with this stupid mission, what he’ll do with that men after is not my problem my job is to find him and bring Yoongi to him.
I sighted taking a seat at the bar stool, the wall behind the bar was shining bright made entirely from led lights panels the lights shined over all the different kinds of drinks placed over it the same decoration was build on the second floor as well, while I sat there I notice a few people talked with the waitress working over there. There was a total of six men working on this bar, on the other side of this floor closer to the platforms where another bar like this one I would have to inspect it as well.
If I start asking for names it would be suspicious, so first I decided to only observe them that way no one would notice me and neither would Han seo, two waitresses walked passed over me but their name tags were not the one I needed to find. After making sure I got all their names confirming th done I needed wasn’t there I got up walking to the other side were they worked serving the people in front of them, trying my best not to make obvious I serched for the name in their tags. None of them were the one I needed.
Of course it wouldn’t be easy to find him, I have a feeling word mush have gone out that Agust D was coming tonight, and if he’s trying to hide from Yoongi it won’t be as easy to find him.
Only woman were serving drinks around the first floor and after I made sure I checked all the waitresses on the bars, I sighted making my way to the second floor there were two bars on this floor just like the first one people here played poker and drank, there was no one dancing like the first floor and music here was always much calmer then down there, as I entered the second floor I watched every corner of it different from the first floor only men were serving drinks and food here, I can’t just walk around the entire place looking for this men. Not only would it Ben suspicious but entirely useless, I would just be wasting time if I just walk around here. With a sight I turned to the bar close to the entrance for the second floor, after you take the stairs to get here at the left side occupying the entire wall the other one was in the middle of the room a circle bar almost as big as yoongis bathroom I thought. A big chandelier over it shined a warm color covered in diamonds.
I instead made my way to the closest to the entrance taking a sit on a bar stool, I could feel eyes on me the entire time. Maybe Jack was watching giving Yoongi all the details about my stupid investigation how so far I didn’t have a single clue about the Han seo whereabouts, how anyone else could have already funded him if he have made the choice to put me here instead.
- I almost didn’t recognize you… - a voice I knew very well said behind me.
Turning around at the source of the voice I’m meet with a very known face, of course I would run on him somehow I always do.
- Jimin… - I gave him a small smile which he replied with one dripping mischief.
- you look… delicious- he said walking to me taking one of my hand up to his lips to leave a small kiss over it.
- thank you… but I’m here for work actually - I played along.
- ah, what a shame… - he pushed his hair back I notice the black gloves he wore, it shined under the lights as bit of sweat falling from his neck contrasted between the glitter over his skin.
Tonight he had a heavy dark make up covering his eyes, the white shirt slightly button up as usual showing off his skin underneath it and black vinyl pants tightly hugging his legs. So many accessories over his neck shined under the blue lights, he didn’t let go of my hand standing beside me on the bar closing completely the distance between us. A lot had happened between us the last time I was here but, now I couldn’t let his beautiful face distract me it wasn’t the right time for it specially with everything going on.
It didn’t help how good he looked right now to say no, Jimin always seemed to have a way with people his words laced with sweetness he never said the wrong thing, always managing to get exactly what he wants eyes filled with dirtiness alcohol on his breath mixed with the strong scent of Chanel coming from his body he was breathtaking, I was sure there was not a single night were he wasn’t here at Paradise maybe I could take a few words from him since he’s always here. In the end of the night he might be very helpful.
Once I smiled back at him he asked for one of the waitress my eyes immediately falling over his name tag, but just my luck it was not the one I was looking for.
- whiskey for me, lots of ice please is too hot tonight - he smirked while looking back at me, his eyes shined brighter as he took in my features - and for my darling here…
- champagne, please - I answered.
- champagne it is …. - he smirked at me.
The waitress took our orders and walked back to prepare them.
- I saw you entering with Agust d… - Jimin coments - so you really are working with him?
- it seems like it doesn’t it?
- I better watch out then…. He doesn’t like sharing toys - Jimin said, a knowing smile growing over his full lips. He was looking for my reaction, trying to read between the lines. As much lovely as he might presents himself, Jimin wasn’t a fool I could tell he knew exactly what he was doing and with who he was talking.
- I’m not his toy… - I simply said eyes running over the waitress at the bar, feelinghis hold over my hand tightened making me look back into his smoky eyes.
- so he didn’t send you here for a stupid little mission…. - he said.
His words making my checks immediately heat up, he knew. Of course he would know. I wasn’t the first one to be in this exact position and not will I be the last one, sooner or later Yoongi would find someone else to take my place. Tonight might just be that time he’ll choose someone else to if I fail this stupid test.
The waitress soon puts our drinks down in front of us, Jimin immediately drinks half of his before turning to me completely leaning closer to whispered behind my ear.
- maybe I can help you? - the smirk danced over his lips full of mischief.
I didn’t know if I could fully trust him, but right now I had nothing on the guy Yoongi wanted me to find and since Jimin seemed to be so whiling to help I might as well just play along with it, something’s only a woman can do.
- can you? - I whisper back leaning towards him, hand slight dancing over his jaw to bring him closer. He seemed completely out of it, eyes looking up to mine and down my lips.
We’ve been here before, I hated to use the words but he was so easy to use. Anyone could get anything from him with just a few touches, Jimin was the type to exchange information for pleasure for that reason I couldn’t trust him completely but for now, that is exactly what I need.
- your wish is my command - he said against my lips.
I turned to whispered in his ear, making sure to run the tip of my nose over his neck.
- I’m trying to find a little rat that escaped.
- oh, I sure can help you with it. - he said, - nothing happens here that I don’t know about it.
- good kitty - I run my fingers through his hair, he smiles softly. The pet name rolling down my tongue, I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing but it was working.
- who do you need - he murmured over my ear, I could see goosebumps running down his skin.
- a guy named Jang Jun woo, I heard his working here under the name Han seo do you know anything about it? - I asked him, running my hand over his arm.
- oh that guy…. What do you need him for? - he asked.
- just talking, he’s been running away I’m a bit worried about him… - I played.
- I see… i can ask for him here, he’s working in the kitchen now - he said, that fact that he knew so well about this guy didn’t went past me.
- how do you know this? - I asked. He leaned back a smirk over his lips as he stared down at me.
- I know the owner of this place, you can say… we’re pretty close - he said, taking his phone out of pocket.
He knew the owner of Paradise, that meant Yoongi wasn’t the one who ruled this place. Then who is it?
Shaking that thought form my mind for now, my focus was back at the mission in front of me. I still had to think of a way to make sure Yoongi could get Jun woo without him running away, that meant I would have to immobilize him completely. A plan was already forming in my head as I stared at Jimin.
- could ask Han seo to prepare a room for me on the thrid floor? - I ask him, running my fingers over his neck down his chest stoping over a button. Eyes looked with his.
- of course I can… but I thought you just needed to talk with him? - he said.
- don’t worry about it… it’s not him who I want now - Jimin was so easy to play with, with only a few words and a touch here and there I could get anything from him.
I felt bad to use him like this, but not everyone is good in this world. I’ll use whoever I need to and I’ll do what ever I need to, I can’t back down now form this. Yoongi can have anyone doing this for him, that means I’m replaceable if I don’t show him I can do this my head will becut off before I can even try to runaway.
- I’ll get it ready right now then… - he said.
- good kitty… - I left a small peck over his cheek.
- only for you - he took his phone out calling someone - hey Tae, can you ask that Han seo guy to get a room ready for me?
I watched as he talked on the phone.
Tae. Another new name I have to save for later, once I finish this I’m sure I’ll have more questions for Yoongi. That is if I finish this job before Jack puts a bullet in my head. The thought that this might be my last chance wasn’t gone completely from my mind, it definitely didn’t help to know a guy such as him was ready to take me out so easily.
- thanks man… - he turned off the phone - is done, just wait a few minutes I’ll go upstairs with you.
- ok, thank you - I tell him.
- no need, everything for my pretty girl - he laced one arm over my waist bringing me closer, eyes glued to my lips.
- by the way who were talking too? - I change the subject quickly before i give into the temptation of his juicy lips, the longer I was here with him the harder it was to stand there and not grab him by the neck. His captivating aura definitely didn’t help.
- Tae? Oh he’s… how can I tell you? The boss here? - he took the cup with liquid on drinking the entire thing a big gulp.
- so he owes Paradise?
- since you are in our side now… I’ll tell you - he leaned closer - Agust handed Paradise for him personally…. Taes Father was close to Agust like a parent I would say, they are like brothers now.
- oh , I’ll trust him then…
He only gave me a smile, I took a sip of the champagne looking around I could see Yoongis men all over the place to protect him or to make sure I do my job and don’t runaway. I was sure it was the second option. The more I thought about him the more questions raised in my mind, Yoongi had this connection with a guy named Tae, who he handed Paradise to all because he was close with the guys father. The thought made think that somewhere deep down his nonexistent heart was something still human in him, why could he do such thing if not. It was hard to believe though but part of me couldn’t help see something good in him after the sudden information. Nobody knows anything about Yoongi, they all fear him though. I know no one is born a monster, so what happened to him that made him be one?
After we have our drinks Jimin gets up holding a hand out for me to take, I did letting him guide me he said the room was ready and the guy Han seo was waiting there so we made our ways to the third floor.
My heart was beating faster in my chest the closer we got to the corridor the music started to feel deafening, I had no idea what I would do from the moment I step foot in that room. The walls of the corridor felt smaller the deeper we made our way in, stoping in front of a door I looked at the number 226 in gold over the dark wood. I didn’t know how I would go from here, what was I supposed to do with the guy since he’s been hiding from Yoongi there is a good chance he will try to scape. I would have to be very careful about this, I just need to make sure he stays there until Yoongi comes up here.
With that all in mind I opened the door, the guy had his back to me when I entered he was quietly fixing the bed then moved to fix a bottle of champagne over it. Once he turned starlet by my presence he gave me a bow, quickly making his way to leave. Close enough for me to see his name tag, I relief fill my body.
Han seo shined over the simple tag name. Before he could take another step o took his arm into mine.
- Agust D has business with you Jun woo - I tell him.
I didn’t know his face but the desparation in his eyes as soon as I mention Yoongi and his real name were enough prof. He’s the one I needed to find. Hetried to dogged me and leave the room but i held his arm tighter pushing him over I used my leg to make him fall, holding his arm up with my feat over his shoulder into breaking I forced my feat on him twisting his arm to the right until I hear him groaning at the pain, I stepped over his face.
- quiet! Or I’ll break your arm off - I tell him, getting another painful groan form him.
- what are you doing? - Jimin entered the room, eyes changing from me to the guy on the floor.
- he tried to scape…. - I tell him.
- oh yeah?
- don’t look at me like that - I angrily tell him - you know who I work for, now get something to tied him up now!
He murmured a “ok” and quickly moved around the room to find something to tie the guy, I kept my hold over his arm until Jimin finally bring me the golden ties of the curtains. The guy tried to run away again once I released his arm to tie him but I quickly nocked him out by kicking him in the face. Surprise at my own actions i quickly began to tied up the guy, he lazily kept trying to stop me but I held him still with my feet over his back. One I was sure he wouldn’t be able to get out of the, I turned back to Jimin.
- can I have your phone please? - he nodded handing it to me.
I moved to the guy, taking his cap off I took a pic of his face with the flash on. I had to make sure he was the guy Yoongi was looking for.
- Jimin… can you make sure he stays here like this and not escape? I’ll be back soon - I tell him.
- I wouldn’t dare to disobey - he said, a chuckled coming from his lips - I’ll make sure the rat doesn’t move.
- thanks kitty - I tell him.
I quickly left the room making my way out of the corridor down the stairs to the second floor, adrenaline filling my whole body. Is that how it feels when you get the bad guys? Namjoon must always feel so great after having a mission completed. A small smile made its way to my lips unconsciously, I shouldn’t feel this way but it was still a way of getting back at the bad guys. At least that would be my sense of accomplishment for now.
Quickly making my way we’re back to the second floor where Yoongi was, I had to get there fast before the guy upstairs try anything funny with Jimin. It wouldn’t be nice to let him get in the middle of this whole situation, although he did help me get the guy there. Once I was close enough to the separate table in the corner were I last went with Yoongi I notice a shadow of someone’s head behind the glass wall there, it seemed he had some company there or there then Jack now. Walking past the body guard I made my way inside there seeing as Yoongi sat comfortably on the armchair at the corner, Jack sat at the bigger purple sofa beside Yoongi and over the other side were the glass door was a man a never saw before sat in front of Jack.
Knowing the guy could escape i quickly made my way to Yoongi.
- is it him? - I showed him the picture I took with Jimins phone.
He took the phone from me a smirk forming on his lips as he passed the phone to Jack.
- hes on the thrid floor room 226 - I tell Yoongi.
- very well then, get things ready - he said to Jack who immediately stood up and went out of there with the body guards.
I watched as Yoongi leans back looking me from up and down the smirk never leaving his lips, he holds his hand out for me which i carefully took it, feeling hm ouch me down to sit over his lap hand holding my exposed back to support me the simple touch immediately sanded chills down my spine.
- wanna drink something? - he suddenly asked me.
- no I already had champagne - I tell him, moving my arm around his shoulder.
- yeah I heard… - he said moving a strand of hair behind my ear.
So he was watching me the entire time, my suspicions were right. All of those guards of his were not there to protect him but to keep an eye on my every move. This whole job was a test indeed, I knew that from the beginning. The mocking sound of his voice had more then just a confirmation of this, he knew about me and Jimin.
- this guy here is Chris - he says - he works for me in downtown.
He pointed at the men sitting there, the man held his glass up for me a smile on his face the guy seemed to be in his forties or so, the half done beard and wet blonde hair with a few strands of white were slightly pushed back he wore a red shirt half bottom up exposing the big golden chain around his neck, cigarette on his right hand and a cup with whiskey on the other hand.
His eyes kept running up and down my legs the entire time ever since I walked in, disgust instantly filling me up. That’s why I hate wearing dresses like this, men always look at you like you’re just a piece of meet in a showcase with their little to nonexistent brain think they can get anything from you just because your showing some skin.
I wanted to throw up.
- I see you have a new bitch, does Scarlet knows? - he said, smoke leaving his lips as he takes a sip of the golden liquid on his cup.
- she was the one who left - Yoongi said, hand closing around my knee exposed by the dress slightly moving up - why would I waste my time?
- does this beauty have a name? - he said, making my eyes go back to his disgusting face I catch him eyeing me again.
- not your business- i spat at him, I didn’t care if he was one of Yoongis men or what ever. I was tired of this whole situation.
- oh feisty, for just a another bitch…. just acompaning you Agust? - he said as if I wasn’t there, finally looking away from and at Yoongi beside me.
Rage was boiling over me, I still had the adrenaline from earlier running through my whole body just looking at the disgusting face of Chris was enough to make my blood boil. This place was not different from the station, men still had no respect for woman he must not know what I’m capable of and right now neither do I know what I’m capable of doing if he keeps talking to me like I’m just, a bitch.
The feeling of Yoongis fingers sliding over my thigh towards the knife he gave me before was the only thing that brought me back to my control, immediately looking back to his face as he leaned over my ear.
- should I cut off his toungue? - Yoongi whispered on my ear, hand stoping above the knife, ready to take it.
Although his words sanded a chill down my body, for a second there I felt important. I don’t know what made him say that, the fact that the guy has only been disrespectful towards me and not him shouldn’t be enough for him to cut off his tongue for me. Still he was right there ready to take matter into his hands.
With a heart racing on my chest I slightly brushed my fingers over the hairs at the back of his neck, feeling his breathing deepening at the small touch. There was nothing I wanted more in that moment then to see that guy regretting his words.
- maybe… doesn’t he needs to talk business with you though? - I tell him, turning back to him. - you can do it afterwards.
I’ve never felt so much rage before, I hated this type of guys.
- right… - he said to me. Hand sliding off the knife. I had no doubt he would cut off the guy. Right now I had enough on my plate for such show.
He leaned back eyes staring bored at the guy in front of him, Chris cleaned his throat before sitting straight into his seat.
- so did you find the rat you were talking about? - he asked Yoongi.
- I’m still looking…. You see he’s been hiding very well - Yoongi said. Hand sliding up my back slowly eyes glued to the men’s in front of him. Something seemed different between them.
They were talking about the guy upstairs and if Yoongi just lied about not finding him, it must mean this guy had something to do with Jun woo. Could it be he was also behind this all? Is that why Yoongi is meeting with him tonight the same date as he’s getting back at Jun woo?
Shit. This was going to be a long night.
- doesn’t seem like your stressing yourself much over that… - Chris guy said.
- I have someone looking over it soon he’ll be dead - at Yoongis words I immediately freeze.
I shouldn’t be surprised things would end this way, that’s why he sanded Jack over there to finish the job.
- should we have a toast old friend? - said Chris - here I got you your favorite straight from the business.
A woman with a tray with drinks suddenly enters taking me complete from my thoughts, she wear a black tube dress handing a new drink for Chris before making her way over to Yoongi a cup with dark liquid the strong scent of it which I could tell was definitely whiskey. As he reach to get the cup from her I watched her eyeing him almost rolling my own eyes but before I can even think about it I notice the small pill at the bottom of the cup at making bubbles almost unnoticeable as the ice inside it covered the pill. I’ve seen it many cases with drugs like this at the station and suddenly everything began to connect in my mind.
People here were definitely different from the other times I was here, everyone were important mafia members knowing who with not single doubt know how powerful Yoongi was of course someone would try to take him down. Especially a guy that seemed to be working with the little rat Yoongi was about to kill.
Anger immediately boiled me up, I didn’t think for a second before I take the cup from Yoongis hand as I stood up, throwing it over the table in the middle starling every one around it. In a second I took my knife out of my garter as I made my way to Chris grabbing the man’s face I hold the sharp metal against his cheek.
- how dare you! - I accused him. He groaned eyes searching up for Yoongi behind me. - what’s on his cup? You better tell me now or all cut your face off!
For a moment I saw fear in his face, he looked desperate at Yoongi before my actions but at the mention of the drug on his cup all the fear seemed to dissipate from his face as he only laughed. The sound of his laughter turned a switch on my mind, I no longer could hold it anymore I was simply tired of hearing them laugh at me. With no second thoughts I held the knife tighter over his skin slowly cutting his face as blood started to drip from it.
I could tell Yoongi just sat there watching probably amused by the sight clearly entertained by it, the security guards entered the room but were quickly signaled to back off by him.
From the corner of my eyes I notice Jacks presence there as well, right just in time.
- just ecstasy…. - Chris mumbles under me, he laughed sickly - seems like the bitch doesn’t know her men… silly girl…
Anger boiled over every cell in my body, any idea of sanity I had was gone in that moment. If they don’t know what I’m capable of, I’ll gladly show them.
- seems like you are the one who doesn’t know your place…. - i tell him - let me remind you.
In that split of seconds I catcher that glimpse of fear again that I so desperately was looking for, he didn’t expect me to go further and he didn’t thought for a second Yoongi wouldn’t stop me and with that i cut half his face with the knife Yoongi gave me, deep enough to leave a scar. He groaned out loud, blood pouring from his face as he desperately tried to cover with his hands, I didn’t bother to look at Yoongi in that moment I was pissed at him as well for some reason, putting the knife back at the garter on my thigh I walked out passing beside Jack who stood there at the entrance of the small room ignoring the his hard stare over me I quickly made my way towards the round bar in the middle of the place anger still boiling inside of me. I was tired of men thinking they could laugh at me in the face.
I asked for a new drink for Yoongi, it was still rude of me for that but I couldn’t risk his life like that. Jack would immediately cut every bone in my body if I did. I was lucky he wasn’t there when the commotions stared.
When working as a cop you can’t do such thing to your culprits, you can’t cut half their face just to show who is in control but here is not like this. In Paradise everyone had dirty secrets so many mafia members walk around no one feared to say anything to them, is basically like a swim with sharks if you bleed they will treat you like a prey. I can’t bleed. So I have to ensure I’m not the prey.
Once the waitress gave the new drink for Yoongi I took it with me as I made my way back there. Stopping before the entrance as I heard their voices.
- you need to control your bitch Agust! - Chris spat.
- you need to control your mouth - yoongi responded. There was a minute of silence between them.
I didn’t expect him to take my side. I honestly thought he would put a bullet through my head for doing that to his guest. Although he did asked me if i wanted him to cut his tongue off for calling me that before. That thought gave me some confidence as I finally entered there.
Yoongis eyes looking straight back to mine, regardless of everything the presence of that Chris guy was still a reminder of my anger dripping through every cell of my body. He disgusted me completely. I notice Jack was now back at his sit from before, he looked me up seriousness over his features before looking back at Chris in front of him. Making my way back to Yoongi a sat over his lap handing him the cup with whisky.
He took it giving me a smirk, eyes still not leaving mine. I couldn’t tell if it wasn’t just because the lights were slightly deeming here or if it was just him but, he just looked at me completely different now. I’ve seen those eyes before, the same eyes looked at me last night when he brought to his house after I shoot a police detective for him. The same eyes who so desperately looking into mine when he held a knife over my neck.
He drank the whole liquid on the cup still never breaking eye contact, giving me the now empty cup I put it over the table in the middle.
- you haven’t been much faithful Chris…. - yoongi said, looking back at Chris who still held his bloody face - you should’ve known better Chris then to try anything against me, after all you know who I am.
At that the men fell silent, frozen completely under Yoongis hard gaze. He was holding a napkin over the cut a big blood stain covered the white fabric.
The Chris guy was indeed working with that Jun woo behind Yoongis back, I don’t know what they had up gains him but it didn’t took longer for Yoongi to find out their dirty tricks. I’ve always knew Agust d was always one step ahead of all his enemies and who ever tried to confront him he would cut them off immediately no second chances, every one at the station always talked about his ruthless actions against those who tried.
The more I thought about this guy trying something against Yoongi the more I questioned if that drug on his cup was really just ecstasy, for all I know he could be lying in that moment just to save his own ass.
I looked over the table where I threw the whisky on his cup, a few cubes of ice still melting there as well as the pill.
- you’re lucky she only cut half your face… - yoongi chuckled - I would’ve cut your head off.
- I’m sorry Agust D - the guy said, eyes locked on the floor - it won’t happen again.
- no… it won’t. - Yoongi said - now if you excuse me… I have some business to take care of.
I got from his lap as he stood up behind me, hand holding my hip as Yoongi guided me to the way out. Jack fallowed behind us as well as some of the bodyguards from before.
We made our way through the people around the second floor, towards the stairs for the third floor I thought he sensed Jack there to end the job why would we go there again? Unless he was the one who wanted to end it, maybe he just some information from the guy I doubt he would kill him before getting anything from him.
I turned to Yoongi.
- sorry for your drink - I tell him, to which he gave me a smirk eyes locked with mine.
- why? You were only protecting me, right? - he said, I only nodded making him lean over my ear - besides a love when my woman knows how to use a knife…
I gulped down looking ahead of me instead, we walked past the stairs to the third floor making our way to the room 226.
Yoongi had me beside him the entire way to the room, once we got there one of his body guards were standing in front of the door. He opened the door as soon as he saw us walinking there and Yoongi entered before me.
The lights of the room were all turned on and soon I’m meet with the guy Han seo or Jun woo tied up on a chair, hands behind his back and a few bruises over his face that it wasn’t my doing for sure. On the other side I notice Jimin was still there, he looked at me then Yoongi giving him a bow, yoongi nooded to him making his way to the man tied up.
I decided to stand closer to Jimin, my only mission was to bring Yoongi to the guy Han seo. So I just stood there watching them.
- Jun woo… - Yoongi mocked his name, tilting his head to the side looking the guy up and down - I expected a lot from you, you really thought that hiding in here was a good idea?
- please Agust this is only a misunderstanding…. I - before he could finish his Jack gave him a punch in the jaw.
- He didn’t finish - Jack state as the guy on the chair spilled more blood on the floor.
One of the body guards pulled a chair in front of the guy, Yoongi took the seat there as Jack handed a big knife to him, it seemed to be a hunting knife.
I bite down my bottom lip, he’ll torture him.
- I’ve been informed you have been leaking information about my business to the police, - Yoongi began, playing around with the knife in his hand like the most beautiful toy he had - we almost got caught last night due to your…. big mouth Han seo.
Yoongi chuckled mentioning his fake name, eyes locked with the knife in hands as he moved it around his fingers.
The guy in front of him scoffed, yoongi had a weird smile on his face as he looked up from the knife to the men in front of him. I’ve never seen him like that, completely out of it like a beast. The Agust d everyone feared was right there, ready to take down someone.
- you mean to tell me the Agust d almost went down last night? - he looked up to the ceiling, a broken laugh leaving his lips but he stopped as more blood came form his throat. - if I knew I’d end up like this… maybe I should’ve exposed your business with at Busan. That Namjoon guy was quicker then I thought.
At the mention of Namjoon my eyes instantly went to the guy. So that’s how he managed to get the information, he’s the one Namjoon mentioned to me before that’s how he was able to set the trap for Yoongi last night. No wonder he didn’t wanted to wait before coming here and get him himself, the guy could leave even more info about him to Namjoon at any moment who knows what he might already have leaked to him, the only thing that still didn’t made sense to me was why would he be so stupid to even try to betray Yoongi like that? Nothing ever seemed to pass by Yoongi that he didn’t already know so why even bother to try?
I was sure that even if I didn’t have appeared last night and shoot that guy, he would still managed to find a way out of that Yoongi wasn’t alone that night he had Jack, who seemed way to calm for someone who knew that was a trap. I was the one going out of my own way and making a scene.
- I’ll die anyway tonight, you must be wanting to know what I told them - he chuckled - find out by yourself Agust d.
There was a cold feeling lingering around the room, a smoke invisible but very present. What ever that guy have against Yoongi he already shared with Namjoon. Things can only get more messy from now, Namjoon will never stop until he gets Agust d head in a silver tray.
My eyes darted to Jack, he had a clenched jaw as he stared at the man tied up. Hand rest over the pistol on his back ready to end him for his boss if needed, the smoke lingering around was ruthless death was definitely around here now.
Yoongi sat there expressionless although, I didn’t know if he was pissed at all of this or already had everything figured it out. The mention of a that S guy certenly brought some reactions, the more time I spend with in here the more mysterious people I find out who are participating in this game, Yoongi didn’t seemed to like the mention of that supposed business he had in Busan made him look even more harsh a stone cold gaze in his eyes that burned over the guy in front of him, I notice how Jimin and Jack shared a look in that moment Busan was mentioned. So Jimin is more involved with Yoongi then I tought if he knows such thing, it made me even more curious.
- tell me Agust… was your new bodyguard who saved your ass last night? - Han seo leaned closer to Yoongi as he said that, a smile filled with secrets as he looked at Yoongi before turning to me - the cop Namjoon told me about you.
At that I unconsciously took a step closer immediately being held back by Jimin, what in the world was Namjoon blabbing about me to that guy?
- he’s up your ass pretty lady - he said leaning back against the chair - I wonder what he’ll do to you once he finds out about your late night job with his enemy.
Jack once again gave him another punch in the jaw making the guy spat more blood on the floor.
- well I didn’t come here to chat - Yoongi said, getting up from the chair - I don’t need to find anything out anyways, I know everything already.
Even his movements were enough to send chills down my whole body, every cell on my skin knew what was going to unfold right now but still, I could believe even now right under my eyes as he carefully walked over to the men tied up.
Why did I have to come here too?
- of course you do… - Han seo said, coughing more blood as he turned back to me - at least I’ll die looking at a beautiful woman.
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In a second Yoongi flashed the knife at the men’s right eye, a gasp leaving my lips as I watched him grabbing the man’s jaw who screamed in pain, Yoongi took the knife out of his eye making more blood splash everywhere at the motion. The man screamed out once again from the pain as Yoongin didn’t stop there and flashed the knife at the men again.
I turned back not being able to look at it any longer, I knew what would happen next but I just couldn’t look at it. The sound the men was making were horrible as well as the strong smell of iron filling the entire room, it didn’t stop.
I felt two hands closed over my body and immediately froze on the spot but soon calmed down once I notice it was Jimin who held me against his chest, not to look at the torture.
I could still hear the sound of the men’s groaning in pain, as well as the knife slicing against him again and again. Yoongis hard breathing as he kept going non stop, I tried to cover my ears and block the noise but nothing helped he just kept screaming until no sound was heard anymore only the blade falling on the floor echoing through the room.
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- you two know what to do - was Jack who said the order.
After that Jimin held me against him more tightly as he made his way out of the room with me, I didn’t move an inch away from him until I could finally heard the music form the second floor and and my lungs were filled with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes, slowly I leaned back from Jimin as my vision was finally meet with the long dark corridor of the third floor.
My stomach kept doing flips, the sandwich I had earlier was trying to come out the disgusting smell of blood still all over my nostrils.
I embraced Jimin tighter my only attempt into sinking into his Chanel perfume, trying my best to forget that disgusting smell of iron.
- let’s go seems like you need a drink - Jimin said over my ear. I only nooded against him.
With that he walked me out of the thrid floor and I kept myself glued to his body, I needed anything to get out of that murder scene.
Jimin brought me back to the bar we were sat before, I sat over the bar stool as he stood there beside me asking for a drink to the bartender who immediately got his order and began to make the drink.
In that moment I simply couldn’t make any thoughts, my mind felt completely blank. Suddenly a wave of cold air hitting my entire body making me hug myself in search of warmth, i knew exactly what was going to happens yet I couldn’t control my feelings about it.
This was his world. This is Yoongis world. I definitely was not ready for it.
- will you be okay? - Jimin said, pushing my hair behind my ear - you look a little pale.
- I don’t like seeing blood… - I tell him, still feeling my stomach ache.
- oh, then you’re in the wrong place - he said, eyes shining under the blue and purple lights over our heads a small smile making way over his lips.
He’s right.
I’m at the wrong place. I should’ve been at home now, making dinner for me and my brother, cleaning my clothes to work tomorrow at the station. Setting up my alarm for 5am. Not here.
Not at his world but mine but I have up that world the day I decided to take him down and this is what happens to any one who ties that.
At least it wasn’t me in that chair. I tried with every cell in my body to think that guy deserved that, he was just a criminal after all I shouldn’t feel bad about that. It was all bound to happen since he choose to join hands with the police.
I just wanted to forget everything, like the coward I was whenever things got dirty.
Looking up to find Jimins dark eyes shining under those colorful lights, I wondered what in the hell was going on his mind when he let me inside that night.
- the first time I came here… - I began - why did you help me get inside? I’m sure you wouldn’t let just anyone in knowing how important the people here are.
- to be honest… - he said - I thought you looked hot, riding that motorcycle and if you happened to be trouble I would just… you know.
- oh… of course - I cleared my throat - so you liked me because I ride?
- no… - he chuckled - gosh do you really not know how sexy you look? After I saw tonight I don’t think I can’t just forget you yn. You’re my type.
If nothing had happened just a few minutes ago, I would have believed him. Deep down I know he was just trying to make me forget about what just happened, filling me with compliments and smiling at me like nothing else matter.
- your type…
- I mean I would try to kill you if turned out to be trouble that night - he said, fingers brushing my cheek softly - but I was sure I would be the one in trouble if I did so that’s what I like that about you.
- well I’m a…- I immediately stopped myself realizing I almost told him I was a police intern, sighting I corrected my self quickly - I’m in the Agust D mafia.
- you’re not one of them y/n - Jimin said, his hand resting over mine the smile quickly fading from his lips replaced by a look a knew very well - you should leave this before is too late, save yourself y/n you weren’t made for this world.
My eyes were burning as I looked into his, that face I knew so well was the same I saw on peoples faces at after my parents death, in that exact second I realized what he meant I felt that chill run down my spine the moment his eyes locked with mine, he knew. He knew everything about me being a police intern an yet still helped me.
- here is your drink - the bartender interrupted.
I didn’t think twice before getting the cup with a red liquid, drinking it all in one gulp. I felt like I could cry at any moment and I didn’t wanted that to happen. How weak of me. This is what I wanted my whole life, to be taken serious and get the real job done.
Now that I’m watching everything from so close, i couldn’t help but feel this overwhelming anguish over me, I couldn’t let myself go down so easily though. I can’t back down anyways, I had so much to lose if I did so not matter what anyone says I’m the only one who can do this, it doesn’t matter what Namjoon thinks about me. I won’t let Jack kill me or my brother, I’ll pay for his debt with my dirty work. Whatever happens in the future I’ll deal with it when it comes.
I felt so tired of people getting in the way of my choices, I’m the one who made this mess. I’m done trying to come clean with all this situation, I have a reason for this and my choices were not made recklessly.
The perception I needed from all of this finally seemed to make sense to me.
- I can’t leave, I have to pay a debit - I tell him, feeling bitter as I tried to smile at him.
Turning my eyes away from his to the now empty cup in my hand, the taste of alcohol burning my throat. I heard him sight before he turned me to look at him again.
- don’t let your guard down then y/n - he said, letting go of my hand. I notice his eyes looked at something behind me. - your boss is here.
I didn’t look behind to know he meant Yoongi but, I didn’t dare to look at him I could bearly move an inch without thinking about what he just did, I still couldn’t make out what to even think about it. Before I could even get down from the stool he was right there beside me, one hand quickly sliding over my back just like he did before. Turning slightly towards him o notice he changed clothes too he didn’t wore the white shirt anymore but a black one, no sign of blood on him nothing he was all clean again, smelling he’s usual minty perfume.
He looked up at Jimin giving him a nod witch Jimin replied with the same action before making his way out, I feel Yoongi sliding his fingers over my chin to look up at him.
Tracing every centimeter of his features with my eyes, searching for any signs of a murder on him I find none. Just the usual scar face I was used too, the smirk dancing over his lips like always he caressed my cheek before holding me against him as we walk out of there, making our way to the first floor.
- you’re friend came here before us - he suddenly mentioned.
Friend?
- what do you mean? - I asked him.
- the detective… Was it Namjoon his name? - as the words left his lips my body went immediately cold.
Namjoon were here? How could he? It just didn’t make any sense unless he used Han seo to get in here I couldn’t think of any way.
- that guy you…. - I paused immediately, still feeling uncomfortable at the thought - Han seo was the one giving info to the police?
- yes, but he didn’t do it alone - he said as we walked to the exit of the building - he was simply a pawn being used to get to me by someone else.
- that Chris guy?
- you’re getting the hang of it already… - he praised, smirk over his lips as he held me by the side closer.
I only gulped down. Strangely enough being complimented by Yoongi always felt like a tease as he always made it sound like that, an air of “oh so are you really?” Always coming from him deep down.
A dark cloud seemed to close around us both as we exit the building.
- how far will you go to pay for your brothers debt? - he asked over my ear, his voice sounding much deeper now.
I felt my whole body tremble, warning signs shooting from every direction as his words sink down on my mind.
We soon walked out of the building, the cold air hitting me in the face was like a bucket of water waking me up completely form my fuzzy mind.
His offering felt uncanny, something seemed to have hanged in his demeanor as he spilled the words. Why would he say that now out of every moment?
- whatever it takes to save him - I tell him, already regretting my honesty - name your price.
Holding my chin up he urned my face to the side guiding my eyes on the target standing ahead us, I spotted the figure of the Chris guy from earlier and he seemed to be talking with someone on the phone with a few bodyguards around him as one held the door for a black Mercedes opened for him.
No wonder Yoongi would want that guy out too, it was clear that men was working against Yoongi and from what i could tell hes the one who’s been helping Namjoon to get him. He must think that by working with him hell be able to take Yoongi down and claim his empire all to himself.
I turned back to yoongi his eyes held a cold light over them as he locked them over mine his signature smirk already forming over his lips like usual, the scar looked seemed more darker this time. Something about him had changed completely ever since we step foot in Paradise tonight and I wondered if he had this all planed even fore we leave the mansion.
- kill him and your brother will be free.
I felt all the air from my lungs leave me completely, feeling helpless under his eyes. He had this all set up from the beginning, I could tell just by the look in his eyes. This was the test he had set up for me not finding Han seo but actually killing Chris, the real culprit. The one behind Namjoons entrance at Paradise and leak of informations about Agust d.
The price for my brothers freedom was just a few feet away from me.
I didn’t know when it came to this, when everything turned so fuzzy like a dream. When my hand slided over Yoongis shoulder towards his hip we’re I knew from the beginning he had his silver pistol, when my fingers closed around the cold metal as we walked out of Paradise. When I stoped in front of the black Mercedes, my mind was completely clouded like my body wasn’t mine anymore.
The blonde, Chris turned back to us eyes looking over at Yoongi behind me in desperation as he soon realized what situation he was in, He immediately turned the phone call off. Looking at the man in front of me up and down, balancing my options. If he was gone then my brother will be free.
I tried my best to think he was the bad guy. He is a criminal. He hurts people. So why is so hard to do this? His life does not worth more then my brothers.
Not thinking more I aimed at him shooting at his leg, watching as he immediately fell into his knees. A painful groan leaving his mouth as he looked up in fear. Screaming in pain his body guards did nothing as more of a Yoongis men closed around us there.
The sudden sound grabbed the attention of the people outside, some gasps feeling the air as more and more people watched us from afar.
- Agust please! Why are you doing this! - he groaned out, holding his leg were i just shoot him.
Some shocked breaths were heard in the back as well as steps behind me, I didn’t need to look to know it was him. A feeling of deja vu suddenly creeping into my body as a shiver as well with the cold wind blowing over my face.
- you seemed to have forgotten why you shouldn’t mess with me - Yoongi said, walking closer until he was right beside me.
He chuckled before holding the pistol against my hand, his body completely pressed over mine one hand losing around my waist I felt his cold breath hitting my cheeks as he slowly closed his finger over the trigger.
- who ever messes with Agust d…. - he said, turning slightly towards my face I looked up at him the smirk still dancing over his features. I could see flames in his eyes as he spoke the last words - will die…
Bang.
I didn’t look.
He held my hand firmly with the pistol. Eyes now locked with mine.
Bang.
Bang.
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Before reading: R18, Mature Content Warning, Yandere Warning
“Welcome to prison, ya filthy criminal.”
The guard’s words were like cold slaps in your face. There was no kindness or even just a speck of respect in them. They were echoed by a vast variety of sounds circling around you the moment you stepped through the last gate to the outside and into the complex. From laughter to screams to moans—everything haunted these stinking walls. “Move it,” the guard grunted at you, shoving you forward after your feet had stopped halfway in the doorway, the harsh feeling of an elbow to your spine only adding to your discomfort.
This had not been the plan, said every prisoner ever.
“Fresh meat, boys!” the guard hollered behind you as they ushered you forward, baton slapping into the palm of their hand before coming down on the cell bars on your side. An awful quietness spread as you felt a million eyes turn to you, from above, the cells beside you and right in your path. And then, chaos descended.
If you were disgusted by the sounds before, then the rattling of bars, obscenities screamed at you (ranging from invitations to warm beds to threats of suffocating you with a pillow at night), and the delighted ogling at a change in the current boring routine of the prisoners, made you want to throw up. No one came to your rescue when hands reached out, grabbing you by the orange jersey you were put into, yanking you to the one side, and jerking you to the next. Laughter underlined everything as they saw your grimace, disgust, discomfort, and panic hidden behind your best poker face. But there was only so much you could endure before your mask began to crack.
“Come to my cell! I’ll give you the ride of your life.”
“Why don’t you come over here, baby? I got some knives to show you.”
“You’d look even better with my hands around your throat.”
“Want someone to treat you to the real prison experience?”
“Betcha fifty bucks they aren’t gonna survive.”
“I give them a week.”
“I give them one day.”
“Deal.”
“My god, move!”
Tearing you out of the overwhelmed state of mind after being bombarded by the voices, the guard brought their baton down to your back, striking across it once and making you lose balance. With an ungraceful, embarrassing uff being punched out of your lungs, you fell to your knees, the items you were holding splaying out on the floor. Roaring laughter insulted your fall while you scrambled to collect your things, the guard groaning behind you in annoyance.
“How did someone like you even make it into prison?” they asked as you got to your feet again, letting your head hang low. Already, you had lost the pride you had come here with, wanting to keep your head held high and get through this without causing a stir. But you had a feeling no one would forget the display of you on your knees with your ass in the air, your extra pair of underwear displayed before you as if you were offering it up as a peace sign while submitting yourself to the torture.
“That’s your cell,” the guard snarked, hitting the cell door with their, extremely irritating, stick weapon. The door remained closed as you stood before it, a little confused about what you were supposed to do now, wanting nothing more than to get inside and hide in your bed for the rest of your time here. Rolling their eyes, the guard let out a long sigh and dramatically gripped the bars on the door, pulling it back to open up the doorway.
“There you go, princess,” they mocked you, leaning towards you and talking as if you were a child. “One super deluxe room including your personal psycho. If you need anything, you can ask that thing in there. Maybe they’re willing to not kill you if you tell them your little sob story of how you got here.”
Winding up with their baton in hand, you didn’t want to be hit yet again to be put into motion, so you stepped forward quickly, nothing but gray colors and the smell of sweat welcoming you into the enclosure. The guard slammed the door closed before patting themselves with their baton on the shoulder.
“Try not to die too quickly, okay? We only cleaned that cell last month after the last roommate died, and I don’t want that psycho peer down my asscrack again while we scrub your remains off the wall, gotcha?”
You couldn’t even have responded if this was a serious question. Because what were you supposed to say to that? “Okay, I’ll become best buddies with whoever is inside of here with me!” or “Oh, no, officer! Let me out, please!” The guard could be heard for a few more minutes as they made their way back outside, prisoners hassling them for information about you, wanting to know everything.
There you were now. Your cell. The place you’d sleep, live, and hide in for the rest of your sentence... or life. Wearily dragging your eyes over to the bunk bed, you stared into the darkness of the lower bunk, not seeing anything for a moment as your eyes adjusted. The light overhead was, by the looks of it, smashed. Just your luck.
“H-Hello?” you called out. Remembering the guard’s words, you realized much too late you shouldn’t have done that.
Your blood froze as piercing eyes split through the darkness, only outshone by the grin that formed on your roommate’s lips when you could finally see who you were dealing with.
Your chances of survival? Zero.
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Welcome to the YMP, my lovely sinners!
The Yandere Multifandom Prison (Short YMP) hosts a multitude of long-term inhabitants. There is nothing in here that isn’t smeared in some kind of body fluid, fights are served like the cold eggs at breakfast every day, and there are definitely some... guests you’d like to avoid while staying here. Unfortunately, you didn’t really have a say in coming here, however, there are some things that are up to you!
RULES OF THE PRISON:
This is an 18+ Project, do not subject yourself to it if you can’t handle violence, gore, sexual content, yandere, and many, many more dark topics. (There will be individual warnings, but this is at best dark romance, at worse everyone dies.)
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🗡 ʜᴏᴡ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇʀᴇ? (What felony did you commit to end up in prison?)
𓍝 ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀɪꜱᴏɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ? (Did you do it or did you take the blame?)
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𓍝 ʟᴀꜱᴛʟʏ, ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇʟʏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪꜱᴏɴᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʟᴘ... ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅꜱ? (Choose whether your LI is a fellow prisoner or rather an enforcer of justice.)
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Who knows? In all this chaos, you might just meet an unlikely pair of helping hands... finger count is debatable. What will you do when you are graced with the fortune of finding a protector amongst the scum of the earth? Will you guys be able to survive? Change your misfortune and get out?
Or will you come to realize that the person you trust is the one you really need to escape from?
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Yandere Apollo x Boa Hancock!reader part 2.
-You could only scowl, feeling those filthy eyes on you again. You were used to being stared at- you were extremely beautiful so why wouldn’t others stare- but this was different, this was something disgusting.
-Apollo, since the day you rejected him, nearly killing him with a well-placed kick, had become even more enamored with you, wanting you for his own. You were perfection, and he was willing to worship you like the goddess you were if you would only let him!
-You didn’t mind being adored, but you were very violent firm with others who would get the courage to ask you out, as you were happily taken by Kojiro.
-Nobody could understand how a loser like Kojiro got someone like you, a being of perfection, an empress, the most beautiful woman in the world! It didn’t make sense on how!!
-You knew exactly how, Kojiro respected you as an empress, as a leader, but also as a woman, never demanding anything of you, treating you like the treasure you were, and he showed you that not all men were like those who had tortured you for so long when you were only a child.
-It was amusing to others, who were lucky enough to see, that you were completely different when you were with Kojiro, like a pure maiden, blushing, shying away, acting so stinking cute, smiling openly, and just being so much more beautiful than you already were.
-Apollo wanted that, he would see the cute faces you would make when you were with Kojiro, he wanted you to look at him like that, him and only him!
-There was just one thing standing between the happiness the two of you would share together, and that was Kojiro. Apollo wasn’t bothered, as he knew he could take the older warrior with ease, it would be easy to attack and kill him, staging it to be a tragic accident and then he would swoop in to rescue you from your tears!!
-Apollo was curious, however, on how Kojiro made you fall in love with him, he wanted to know what was so special about this old man that made you so happy.
-Apollo approached him openly, asking Kojiro to have a word with him, and Apollo was thrown off by how trusting and warm Kojiro was, instantly accepting the invitation.
-The two spoke on random topics, mainly so Apollo could gauge him, he was so goofy! But he was also extremely hardworking, never stopping, always pushing himself, it was admirable- it reminded Apollo of his own youth when he had to work so hard to get where he was.
-As the two men talked, not noticing the passing hours, Apollo grew to respect Kojiro, he could see that this older warrior wasn’t a loser, he was a respectable man, and he could see why you liked him.
-Apollo had to take a step back, reflecting on himself, on how he had been acting towards you, he wasn’t acting like the type of man that you would fall for.
-As the two men parted, Apollo beamed brightly at Kojiro, “I’m going to keep working- you’ve inspired me to be a better person! I now know I wasn’t being a good man, and I’m going to work hard and train!!”
-Kojiro was a little confused, waving the god off, curious as to what that was about as he heard you calling out to him, smiling brightly as he beamed, turning with his arms open, wanting a hug and you gasped, freezing as you leaned back, your hands covering your mouth, panicking if you were ready to take such a big step in the relationship!!
-The hug was so warm as Kojiro hugged you back when you finally got the courage to hug him, you couldn’t help but melt as he chuckled warmly, picking you up and easily spinning you, before inviting you out to eat and you couldn’t help but squeak in happiness, getting to go on a date with the man you adored.
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Close Ties (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Modern AU) (Non canon) (18+)
Read Chapter 6 // Series Masterlist
Chapter 7
Summary : A confession leads to another confession.
Warning: 18+, dad's best friend trope, canon (we don't know her..don't like don't read), feeling of hopelessness, familial uncle niece sort of relationship but he's not really her uncle, there will be more smut later, significant age gap but reader is in her mid twenties, mention of infidelity, divorce, smoking and alcohol drinking, physical violence implied
You didn't know how slowly time could move until you started to work for/with Daemon. It's been just a month but it felt like years of torture already as you watched him treat you as if you were just another employee working under him.
He treated you the way he treated everyone, well except Madison of course, sweet Madison, you couldn't really hate her because she was really one of the sweetest people you have ever met in your life, this was like Stella again but definitely less worse because he didn't seem entirely obsessed with Madison as he was with Stella and well Madison wasn't really a bitch to you.
“Y/n?” His voice snapped you out of your day dreaming, you were in his cabin currently to discuss the weekly budget report he has asked you to make,
“Report?” he asked you as he raised his brow,
“I sent it to you in the mail sir” you answered him so he sighed.
“I asked you to print it out on the paper so I can have an immediate look, didn't i? Time is of the essence in this business, do you see that?”
“Yes sir I'll go do that as soon as possible”
He sighed as you got up and turned around to leave his cabin, didn't even flinch anymore because you were getting used to his tough behavior, sometimes it really turned you on in the most inappropriate of ways but there were times like this when you just felt incompetent, you knew that wasn't how he was intending to make you feel but you did nonetheless, you didn't want to disappoint him.
You passed by Madison in her cubicle so she gave you a smile. She totally seemed to be his type- super tall, fit and overall just good looking and her personality didn't stink either but that didn't mean you were ready to give her your blessings.
The other day you were in Daemon's cabin working on another report when Madison entered his office, they used to have lunch together at times and the other times he'd just take you to the cafe downstairs so you'd eat especially on those days when he thought you were being extremely hard on yourself. Today wasn't one of those days apparently.
“Call me when you need me Sir” you faked a smile as you got up and his eyes locked with yours,
“You can stay and eat here y/n” he mumbled softly but you shook your head.
“Yeah I don't mind at all you know that” Madison intervened as well so you smiled a little wider this time which obviously seemed unnatural.
“Trust me it's fine ..I already told some people out there that I'd join them for lunch so..enjoyyyy” you mumbled politely and turned around to leave his cabin.
What people he thought..did you mean a guy? Were you seeing someone from the office?
As Madison sat down she smiled at him, he had been wanting to take this thing slow between them but last week they took the plunge and had sex after the thanksgiving party at the office even though he had tried his best to not get involved in another Cassandra type of situation again.
Sure Madison was a mature woman but he was still conflicted, mainly due to his attraction towards you and the fact that at times he still thought of Stella even though he shouldn't, she didn't deserve any more of his attention but it was definitely for most parts because of you and you only.
“Is it weird at home? I mean you and y/n?”
She asked him to make a conversation so he chuckled in response,
“Not really, we all work together, her father and me and now her, you just have to learn to keep it separate”
“Mmm well people have been noticing that me and you are.. .. i mean I just hope they won't think you're favoring me just because we are dating"
“I am not favoring you..you know that”
“I do but people tend to assume things”
He hummed as she said that, he had had a similar interaction with you a few days ago as well. People in the branch were hesitant to befriend you because they all thought of you as their immediate boss’s niece and worst of all the CEO'/Owner’s daughter.
As the lunch hour ended she got up and walked across the desk to reach closer to him, then she sat down on his lap, he smiled even though deep down he felt slightly uncomfortable, he feared that things were moving fast enough from her side and he wasn't there just yet, he also feared that he'd never be there, at least not with her and that saddened him because she seemed like a perfect woman.
If he wasn't so damaged from his previous marriage and wasn't obsessing over his niece he probably could have developed deeper feelings for her but a part of him knew she wasn't what he craved or desired.
“Are we up for our date tonight?” She asked him as she caressed his cheek with her fingernails and made him look at her.
“Yeah..can I ask you a question?” He asked her so she nodded “We aren't exclusive, you know that right? Don't get me wrong I do enjoy your company but.. I'm just not ready for a serious relationship” he told her in a straightforward manner, he didn't want to keep her in the dark.
“Of Course I do, I know how hard it is, I have been there, it takes time so don't worry" she smiled as she kissed him before she got off his lap and made her way out of his cabin. As he found himself alone with his thoughts he pondered over his messed up life, at times he felt completely overwhelmed by everything and his thoughts in those moments always scared him, he wanted to give up at times because he didn't think anyone would miss him if he disappeared again. Except you perhaps.
He wasn't like this before, he was a confident charming man in his youth but his marriage to Stella had stripped away that part of him slowly. The constant betrayal had hurt his self esteem the most.
At the end of the office hours as he stepped out of his cabin he found you having a conversation with Aaron, of course he was a bit jealous but more than that he was concerned for you.
Aaron wasn't the type of man you should ever date, he knew you well enough and he also knew that you were the type to always go for a long term loving relationship but Aaron was the male version of an office slut, he had been with almost everyone at that point.
He decided to drive you to your place that day because he needed to warn you about Aaron, usually you drove yourself back home since you didn't want everyone to gossip about it at the office.
“I am twenty five uncle, I can tell what kind of guy he is, you don't have to worry” you chuckled amidst your words and it made him feel as if you weren't taking him seriously which irked him a little.
“I just don't want you to get hurt or have to deal with another Dylan in your life” he mumbled softly so you sighed, things have been weird between you and Daemon lately, especially since you started this job, as much as he had hoped that you two could just switch between the professional and familial relationship it was a lot harder for you to do that especially since you go the first row seat to his and Madison's relationship..
“Thanks for your concern sir but I can make my own decisions”
“Are you upset with me or something?”
“I'm just tired and I don't need a lecture at the moment” his jaw clenched as you said that, he wasn't lecturing you, he was just trying to look out for you but maybe you didn't want that so he stayed quiet, he wasn't your dad after all.
In the last few weeks you were trying to avoid Cassandra as much as you could and your friendship with Rhaneyra was getting stronger everyday, she just understood you really well and she was starting to pick up that you still fancied her uncle, your uncle, everyone's uncle Daemon.
For the next few days in order to distract yourself you continued your chats and dates with Aaron, he was hot and handsome and a very good distraction and perhaps this fling was what you needed to get over Daemon. However you hadn't slept with him yet, you couldn't bring yourself to do that, you really needed to be attached to the guy to cross that line, you didn't really understand how Cassandra or Daemon did that so easily, mindless fun wasn't something you were good at even though you had convinced yourself that it was what you needed.
You have been deluding yourself you knew that, so when you found out that Aaron was only interested in you because you were the owner's daughter you felt completely dejected, you had no right to feel that way, he wasn't your boyfriend and you weren't putting out for him but it still stung a little. As you sat in his cabin with a sullen little face all day long, as your boss he didn't say a word all day but as 5pm arrived he asked you finally what has been bothering you.
As you shared your troubles you thought he'd comfort you or perhaps he'd feel bad for you but your answer just infuriated him,
“What were you expecting anyways..I warned you about the bloke but you didn't listen” he said as if he was happy that he was proven right so you glared at him.
“Yeah soooo? He wasn't my boyfriend but I can be sad about it if I want to be”
“Oh really? Why don't you just admit that you wanted to be a brat because apparently that's something you really enjoy being these days”
Your eyes teared up as he said that, maybe he wasn't entirely wrong, a part of you definitely did it to spite him and you were trying to see if he'd feel jealous.
“Maybe I did, what is it to you…you're not my fucking father alright?” You raised your voice and cursed at the same time so he walked towards you, his jaw was clenched, eyes teary, nose flaring like a bull,
“And i wouldn't want an insolent girl like you to be my daughter either, i thought of you as a good girl that understood the right from wrong but you're just another spoiled little princess aren't you?” He walked past you and left his cabin to get home, that's not how he wanted to end this day, maybe what he said to you was uncalled for, he had no right, sure he was family in a way but he shouldn't have spoken to you in such a manner. He wanted to deny that he was angry because you went against his warning and got yourself hurt but he couldn't.
He had no idea how much his words would affect you.
You cried for ten minutes in his office before you fixed your face and went out drinking at a nearby bar with a couple of your colleagues. Fuck Aaron, fuck Cassandra, fuck Dylan and most of all fuck Daemon, they could all go fuck each other for all you cared.
The more drinks you had in your system the more you lost control of your thoughts, how dare he tell you that you were spoiled for doing something he had been doing since he came back.
You were completely inebriated as you drove towards your dad's house to confront your so-called uncle, you shouldn't have driven in such a state but your brain was such a frenzied mess that you weren't even thinking clearly.
Thankfully your parents were out of town so you didn't have to see them.
When Daemon heard a knock on his door he was confused because your parents weren't home and staff members never interrupted him at this hour. He was getting ready for another date with Madison even though that was the last thing on his mind at the moment.
As he opened the door he found you looking absolutely out of your mind, you were still in your work clothes, your face was swollen from all the crying and he immediately felt like a jackass for hurting you like that
“Y/n are you drunk?” He asked you as you faked a smile and walked towards him.
“How dare you tell me that i wasn't a good girl” you whimpered suddenly and your voice choked on your tears.
“Answer me…did you fucking drive yourself here in this state?”
“You're not listening to me" you raised your voice so he grabbed you by the shoulders in order to calm you down.
“Just relax ..alright?”
“Shutup…how dare you tell me that I was spoiled?” You broke into a fit of cries so he cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears before he kissed your forehead softly, if he thought that his actions were influenced by his drunkenness then watching you right now was like witnessing a car crash.
“I shouldn't have..I'm sorry”
“Ohh you're sorry after you said such things to me…after ..after–” you couldn't even finish your words as your hiccuped sobs kept coming in between but you had to let it all out "You always told me that I was a good girl..your good girl..i never wanted to disappoint you” his eyes welled up too as you said that. He was wrong, so completely wrong, he should have comforted you because you were obviously hurting already but he allowed his jealousy to influence him instead.
“You didn't disappoint me sweetheart, I'm sorry, i was just upset that you didn't pay any heed to my warnings and got yourself hurt” you sobbed even more as his sweet voice infiltrated your ears, this outburst you were having wasn't just about one thing but culmination of every time you had felt hurt or frustrated by him in the past few months .
“Do you not think of me as your good girl anymore, have I disappointed you uncle?” you asked him again between your broken cries so he shook his head.
“I do..i absolutely do, you'd always be my good girl ..you're my most favorite girl..I'm sorry okay? Forgive me please?” He mumbled softly as he wrapped his arms around you and allowed you to cry as much as you needed to, your arms wrapped around his neck and you placed your head between the crook of his neck, his scent was comforting, he shivered as he felt your lips rubbing against his skin, you weren't kissing him but he still felt the heat from your touch.
He felt the spark he had been missing.
“I miss you, I miss talking to you and sharing my problems with you” you mumbled between you cries and his hold on you got tighter
“I'm right here darling, you have me ..I told you I'd be here whenever you need me Pixie”
He mumbled softly and you didn't pull away from him until your sobs had diminished but as soon as you stopped crying all of a sudden you felt weirdly sober and completely embarrassed by your outburst.
“I…i should go home” you mumbled as you tried to step away from him but he didn't let go of your arms.
“You're home…this is your home, stay here okay?”
You nodded as he said that, he held your arm as he walked you towards your room then he made you sit down on the bed.
“Do you need to shower or change? Or you want to sleep, hmm?” He asked you softly as he got down on his knees in front of you.
“Sleep” you mumbled meekly so he took your work heels off your feet and laid you down on the bed before he tucked you under the covers, he watched you roll over and grab the dragon plushie he had gifted you before you rolled over again and clutched onto it, a small smile formed on his features at the sight. He didn't think he'd find that plushie on your bed like that.
He brought a bottle of water and placed it on the bedside drawer. He also put a bucket right next to your bed before he turned the lights off and left your room.
He dialed Madison's number on his phone to tell her that he would have to take a rain check due to a family emergency, it just didn't feel right for him to leave you all alone in this state.
It was Saturday the next morning so he didn't really have to go to work but he had plenty of things to do so he decided to go anyways, as he opened his door he found you right outside. How long had you been standing there he wondered to himself.
“Morning pixie..how are you feeling?” He asked you, his voice was gentle and that made you feel worse about last night. It was easier to pretend that there was no weirdness between you both but you were done pretending. Enough was enough.
“Well to begin with.. I'm absolutely mortified” you looked away as you said that, he could see you fidgeting with your fingers in nervousness.
“You don't have to feel that way”
“I know I just…can we talk please?” You asked him and his brows furrowed, so he stepped to the side to invite you in.
“Something wrong?” He asked you as you turned around to face him again.
“Noo…I just” you took a long deep breath before you continued.
Whatever you were going to say would probably change things, make things worse even but you knew you had to tell him “I'm tired of trying to deny and unsee this thing between us–”
“Pixie–” his heart beat sped so he interrupted you, he didn't think he was ready for this just yet or ever would be.
“Uncle ..” you paused for a few seconds as you looked him in the eyes, his eyes were teary already.
“Daemon just let me finish alright, it has taken me all morning to build up this courage..no wait that's not right" you shook your head and he tilted his in response,
"It took me fourteeeen years to tell you this that i…have had a crush on you ever since I saw you..i know it's stupid, it was stupid, I was just a kid and the night you got married i had cried myself to sleep because I felt as if I had lost the only love of my life ..it felt like the end of the world because honestly I have never had an actual problem in my life before that..i was such a blessed child” you steadied yourself as you could feel the emotions building up again, you couldn't even look at him anymore so you just looked down and let the tears fall before you quickly wiped your cheek with your hands.
“But I was okay..i was just a kid with no actual understanding of what I was feeling back then, and I still had you as my sweet uncle and you were so generous all the time, so supportive, so gentle, so kind, and so very much perfect”
He wiped the lone tear that escaped the corner of his eyes, he didn't want to interrupt you anymore, even though a part of him wanted you to just stop speaking because he knew things would never be the same after this but then he realised that they haven't been the same for a few weeks now, and another part of him wanted you to keep going so he could learn the extent of your feelings for him.
He had no idea you had a crush on him even as a child, why did you though? He wasn't anything special.
“And then you left to never look back at us again” you sniffled so he walked a step closer to you, normally he always cupped your face or kissed your forehead or hugged you to comfort you but it didn't feel appropriate at the moment when you were confessing your feelings for him so he just stayed still.
“Took me a while to stop thinking of my sweet protective uncle Daemon, took me years to accept that I'd probably never have the privilege of seeking your comfort again but miraculously you're here now and the last thing I want to do is screw everything up again" you sniffled between your words again and his heart rendered for you, he had never felt so conflicted in his life before.
He knew his feelings for you felt right to him but for the world he'd always be a monster who corrupted a young, sweet, beautiful woman like you that could have had any man she'd put her eyes on but had to settle for someone like him, someone so much older.. he knew you since you were twelve and he was thirty, he was older than what you are right now when he met you first.
"You were right yesterday..i have been acting out because I was jealous, it just hurts to see you with someone else” his eyes flickered with several different emotions as you admitted to that.
That's how he felt too but admitting the truth would make this thing real from both sides. Was he ready to do that just yet? He needed time to think about it.
“But I'm not a child no more uncle..when you taught me to evaluate risks last week, thisss is what I evaluated first” he chuckled as you said that between your tears.
You always found a way to make him smile, even amidst such a heavy moment “I know how complicated this is..it's not an ideal situation or could ever be between us, but i need you to know that i don't wanna be a problem anymore, I don't want to act out or hurt you in anyways, I want to be your pixie that you'd be proud of so from now on i promise I'd never ever let thissss thinggg between us ruin the bond we share..that's all I wanted to say”
You placed your hands on your face so he wouldn't see your ugly crying face but then you felt his arms around you as hugged you tightly. It's not as if the confession was shocking to him, sure he wasn't expecting one from you so soon or ever really but it wasn't exactly surprising to him that you felt this way because he did too, he had felt the sexual tension between you both ever since that night he had seen you walk down the stairs during your parents' aniversary party.
“I don't want to lose you again..I need you uncle..here with me.. dad needs you ..we all need you but me more than anyone else” you sobbed into his arms so he caressed your scalp tenderly and kissed your temple.
“You won't lose me i promise ..you'd always have me..unless of course I die”
“Shut Up” you hit his chest so he cupped your cheeks to make you look at him.
“I won't run again..no matter what happens, I'm tired of running away from situations that no longer serve me..I am giving you my word sweet Pixie I won't ever leave you again” you nodded as he said that, his voice was barely above a whisper, sure you felt mortified before you had this conversation, but now you felt so much lighter, it was as if a heavy weight has been lifted off your shoulders.
You stepped away from him because the proximity was starting to mess with your head again and you had just promised him that you'd be his good girl.
“I'll see you tomorrow then uncle..I need a day off.. I'm a bit hungover” you said to him so he smiled.
“Absolutely ..it's Saturday anyways “
“Ohhh I almost didn't remember “ you let out a small laugh and it made him smile too “Ummm why are you dressed for work then?"
“I have got stuff to do.. especially since your dad isn't here at the moment”
“Mmmm okay..I'll see you on Monday then”
“Going back to your place?”
“Yeah”
“Alright Pixie ..call me if you need me.. anytime”
“I will” you smiled and walked past him quickly, your heart was racing thousand miles per second thinking about what you had just done. Sure he must have had an inkling that you had hots for him but now you had made it very apparent in very clear words, you felt worried that everytime you would look at him now he'd just think about how you wanted to fuck your uncle..
As you left he found himself clutching onto the empty space where you stood just now baring your soul in front of him. He couldn't stop pondering over the situation, what would your dad and his friend would think of this? He didn't call Daemon here just because he missed his friend, there was one other reason, he trusted Daemon with his truth so what would happen when he finds out about your feelings for each other? For the next two days he thought about you constantly and he had finally come to a conclusion.
Monday morning you were kind of terrified to face him, you hadn't seen him since Saturday so this felt even more awkward, however as you reached his cabin and he smiled that sweet smile it didn't feel so awkward then.
During lunch hour you noticed that Madison was in there for an hour long. Were they fucking? Right in the office? Luckily his office was soundproofed so you couldn't hear anything. Your heart broke as you thought about him all naked, giving it to her on the couch so you groaned and tried to distract yourself, he can't ever be yours and you didn't expect him to be celibate all his life.
However as you saw Madison coming out of his cabin with tears in her eyes all your thoughts went haywire, you didn't want to show your desperation and go speak with him almost immediately so you waited for hours and as the clock hit four thirty you made your way to his cabin and he seemed absolutely fine, albeit a bit sad.
“Sir, are you alright?” You asked him so he gestured for you to close the door and sit down.
“I'm all good y/n ..did you send those mails I asked you to?”
“Yes sir”
“Good girl” your face flushed and ears felt hot as he said that but luckily he spoke again so there was no room for awkwardness “I don't enjoy break ups especially if I'm the one to initiate it”
Your eyes widened as he said that. So they were not fucking but breaking up instead.
“I'm sorry about that, i hope she's doing alright”
“Me too..she's a good woman”
“Mmmhmm ummm why didn't you want to continue if I may ask? “ you asked him sheepishly so he finally looked at you.
“It would have been selfish, my heart wasn't in the right place..still not over the divorce and–”
“Stella..I get that” you finished his sentence so he looked at you briefly before he turned to his laptop again.
“Mhmmm” he hummed so you gave him a smile.
“Umm do you need something..a scalding cup of tea maybe? That would cheer you up” you giggled as you asked him and the smile on your face warmed his heart.
“Would love that.. thanks” you nodded as you got up to go bring him his tea, as you were about to open the door you heard your name again so you turned around.
“That wasn't the only reason why I broke things off with her though” you gulped as he said that, the intensity in the way he seemed to look at you made you feel bashful, suddenly the air around you felt different.
“It wasn't?”
“No ..I also don't want to keep hurting you now that i know how you feel Pixie” your face flushed even more but this time from embarrassment.
“Please don't feel responsible for that..I am alright…I mean I'd be alright sooner or later--” you mumbled quickly but he interrupted you
“It's too late, you're already seared deeply into my heart and I have made countless futile attempts to shake that feeling off so by the time you come back with that tea, the office hours would be over and then I need you to sit down here like a good girl and we are going to talk about this unspoken thing between us.. It's inappropriate i know..it's sick, it's even a little bit pathetic but it is what it is..just the same as you I'm also tired of denying this”
Your mouth stayed open as his words started to make more and more sense to you. Every inch of your skin was tingling with anticipation..
“Go on now..do your job” he smiled so you quickly turned around to leave his cabin.
“Ohhh God oh my god..ohhh godd” that was all you could manage to say after that. His words frightened you but also felt exhilarating at the same time.
This thing between you two might just be the end of everything but you were going to watch your world crash and burn if it meant that he was there with you, by your side, holding onto your hands, being so completely yours.
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Okay but can we actually talk about alastor going through rut, he's like 100x more clingy, stinks more due to pheromones, constantly by wifey, extremely territorial over wifey and kids, and then just miserable whenever he's not curled up in bed with wifey lmao
He can't decide if he wants to be in bed with wifey all day or if he wants to snuggle with his children all day and it's TORTURE
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When You Met Her pt. 2
A/N: Thank you guys sm for the encouragement, I was real nervous posting the first chapter so I'm so happy it was well received! Every tag was dear to my heart <3 Anyways, onto Sevika's pov. MINORS DNI
Word Count: 1k. AO3 Link
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Sevika doesn't know what to do with you.
The–her omega is sound asleep. You look almost peaceful. No fear contorting your face. No horrible shaking. Viktor cleaned you up and treated what he could, but even he was shocked by your condition.
Seven years.
Sevika wants to gag. Most omegas trapped as illegal sex slaves lasted a year. Two if they were lucky. The x-rays done on you make her see red, broken bones and fractures all poorly healed. Bruises cover your body from head to toe. Even asleep, the bitter smell of fear clings to your body as if it were permanent, and Sevika can feel her blood boil.
She wants to rip every alpha who ever touched you to shreds. You were her mate, her fated person, and yet you were tortured for so long, and only now was Sevika able to save you.
Is it too late? Viktor said they'd gotten you high on shimmer. From the marks, they'd drugged you with the heat inducer countless times. It was no wonder you didn't smell sweet to Sevika despite being on the drug, probably used to its effects by now. Luckily shimmer wasn't addictive, but it fucked with an omega's heat cycle badly. The longer the use, the harder it was to get back to a natural pattern.
However, what had really affected Sevika was when Viktor said you were her bond.
Mates were made through either bonds or claims. Claims were more common, and could happen between any of the designations. However, bonds were extremely rare, and only occurred through alphas and omegas. They were intense and primal, driven by instinct more than anything. Sevika had only met one bonded couple in her life, and that was Caitlyn's parents.
"Damn. You stink." Vi's mocking tone has Sevika rolling her eyes. Her right hand soldier saunters into the room, hair wet after scrubbing all the scents of the brothel off her body. Sevika knew exactly why Vi was so quick to shower–Caitlyn was the type to get possessive when the smell of another alpha was on Vi–whether it was from an operation or not.
Too many times Vi went home soaked in pheromones only to call in "sick" the next day. Now, Sevika finally understood what drove Caitlyn to react like that, and they were only a claimed couple. When the level-headed leader inhaled the thick scent of various alphas stuck to your body…
It made her jaw lock, to put it lightly.
This bond would be her undoing. Sevika was usually more in control of her emotions. She had to be in her line of work–specializing in uncovering the illegal exploitation of omegas. It was a job with sleepless nights and little results, but tonight had been better.
Shutting down that infamous underground brothel was definitely the highlight of her unit's last month. But when she'd sensed a sliver of your scent under all that fear and found you? When she'd seen what they'd done to you?
"Can you blame me?" Sevika mutters, and the smirk on Vi's face falls.
"No. Looking over her file…she's a worse case than most. Dunno how she's even alive." The beta shrugs, cracking her knuckles, "if it was Caitlyn, I'd be seeing red."
"She'd be seeing red." Sevika snorts.
"Same thing." Vi shoots her a pointed glare. "Look, I'm just saying that with the condition she was in and the fact that she's your bond? It's a miracle you only beat that alpha up. I was expecting you to go on a rampage." Sevika shakes her head.
"I would have if you hadn't stopped me. If she wasn't–if she didn't react like I'd hurt her–" Sevika finds her throat choking up, and Vi places a hand on her shoulder for comfort. Her calming scent helps to cool the alpha down, though Sevika is still on edge.
"...It'll be a while before she can recognize that your anger isn't dangerous for her. You know how bad the abuse can get." Sevika's lips press into a thin line. She nods once, then twice. Then she nods with a hand pinching the bridge of her nose and her other at her hip, restlessly pacing.
"I know. But fuck. I'm not meant for this part. Rehabilitation is what your girl is good at. What Vander and Mel can do easy. But me? I find them, I bring them back here. End of story. I don't help them heal. I don't stay." Vi sighs.
"Sev. She's already scenting you." The alpha groans.
"I can see that. Shit–believe me, I noticed that. It felt so right, and I was proud knowing my scent helped her calm down, let alone sleep." Vi raises an eyebrow.
"So what's the issue again? Most omegas in her position would do anything to get away from an unfamiliar alpha. You have, like, a headstart dude." At Sevika's exasperated stare, Vi snorts.
"It's not like you don't have us to help guide you. Plus Sev…" the beta looks up with a small smile, reassuring her team leader.
"You aren't going to hurt her. Not with that attitude. So try a little bit, okay? She needs you." Sevika swallows. She's certain the sound is loud enough to echo in the room. She isn't the gentle type. She's a dominant alpha in every sense of the term. Her aggression, strength, and stature make her a damn near unbeatable opponent. Adding the natural desire to control she has, there's little Sevika can't do.
But this?
You're frail. So small under the blankets of the hospital bed, tiny breaths making her check over and over again that you're even alive. How can she come near you? Let alone be your mate?
"I…I'm gonna report to Vander." Refusing to answer Vi, Sevika walks out of the room. She ignores the beta's loud, obnoxious sigh, head pounding with the stress of the night's events.
#sevika x reader#sevika x you#arcane sevika#arcane x reader#arcane headcanon#sevika headcanon#arcane vi#arcane viktor#caitvi#yea the whole gang is gonna be here bois
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A pretty wholesome tickle story for me! No one is kidnapped, tied up, or tickle tortured. Maybe I'm losing my edge? Oh well. Enjoy this cutesy tickle story. A shorter version was originally posted but tumblr took it down.
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“God you stink, go get cleaned up. Have a shower or something.”
Jeff laughed at his boyfriend Tom, and made a big show of sniffing under his armpit.
“You think so? I mean, I’ve been going hard all day. You really think I smell bad?”
Tom gave an over the top gag and waved his hand in front of his nose.
“Yes, dear god yes. I’m not even going to be in the same room as you until you get cleaned up. Go, git, out of my sight!”
Jeff laughed again and walked away, heading towards the bathroom.
“Fine fine, I’ll get cleaned up. But only on one condition... you have to come and clean me.”
“Wait, are you serious?”
“I sure am! I’m going to get started, I better see you in a few minutes.”
Tom didn’t know what to say. He could hear Jeff singing to himself as he stripped out of his dirty clothes and stepped into the tub. When he heard the water start filling the bathtub instead of the shower, Tom realized that Jeff was being serious... he was expecting someone to come in and clean him.
Giving Jeff a few minutes to soak, Tom stepped into the bathroom. Jeff had his legs over the edge of the tub and kicked wet and pruney feet back and forth. There was a towel on the floor watching all the droplets from the wet feet.
“You came! I wasn’t sure if you would or not. So why don’t you grab some soap and get started?” Jeff raised his hands over his head and exposed his armpits, “come wash me!”
Jeff’s boyfriend laughed to himself. This was all an excuse to get tickled. No surprise there. If Jeff could get tickled non-stop all day… he would.
Tickling made up a significant portion of their lives. There was something about the act of being tickled that Jeff loved. Sometimes it was sexual, sometimes it wasn’t, but it always involved Jeff just begging to be tickled. At first Tom found it kind of weird, but the longer they were together the more Tom got used to it. He didn’t admit it often, but sometimes he really enjoyed tickling Jeff and listening to him laugh.
Tom dipped his dry warm hands into the warm and sudsy water, coming back up with soapy slick hands. He walked his fingers slowly up Jeff’s sides, poking him in the ribs, eliciting little giggles from Jeff with each step. Tom made it to Jeff’s armpits and pressed into them. He started to wiggle his soapy fingers in those sensitive pits, causing Jeff to lean his head back and laugh. Tom had to give Jeff credit: he kept his hands above his head, keeping those sensitive armpits free and exposed. He kept his wiggling fingers in those armpits, playing with the little wisps of hair and extremely sensitive skin, grinning ear to ear as Jeff squirmed in the bathtub and laughed.
Tom made sure the armpits were scrubbed and clean before he began finger-walking back down Jeff’s sides. He brought his face down to Jeff’s face and kissed him gently. Jeff kissed back, but his lips fidgeted as he tried to keep his giggles surpressed.
“Is there anywhere else I should scrub?” he whispered into Jeff’s ear, biting it gently, making the boy shiver despite the fact that he was soaking in warm water.
“I dunno... maybe check to see if I have stinky feet?” Jeff managed, his voice husky and breathless.
His boyfriend pulled himself away from Jeff and settled himself in front of his boyfriend’s wet feet. Leaning forward, Tom sniffed the tops of Jeff’s feet. They smelled clean and soapy already, but under that was the natural scent of Jeff. Tom didn’t really have a foot fetish, but after spending so much time tickling Jeff he’d come to have positive associations with the scent of Jeff’s feet. It was more than just sex (which usually involved tickling) but it was a warm scent that reminded him of just how much he cared for Jeff. After all, it wasn’t every boyfriend who would willingly tickle his significant other whenever they wanted. Which was almost all the time in their case.
“Hmm... still a little stinky... better grab the scrub brush and really give these puppies a good wash.”
Jeff’s eyes went wide and he gave his lips a little lick.
“Noooo, not the scrub brush! That’s really going to tickle, I don’t know if I can handle that!” He may have been saying no, but the grin on his face told another story.
Under the sink there was a special brush just for this sort of thing. Grabbing it, Tom pulled it out of the cupboard with a dramatic flourish.
“Oh yes, I think this will do nicely, don’t you?”
Jeff’s eyes and smile were both still bright and wide. He kicked his feet a little bit again, sending little droplets that were clinging to the tips of his toes dripping to the floor.
“But we can’t just scrub your feet like this, we have to get some soap on them first.”
Tom took Jeff’s body wash from the edge of the tub and squirted some of the coconut scented soap into his hands. He rubbed his hands together until he’d worked up a nice soapy lather. Now it was his turn to grin back at Jeff.
“Hopefully this won’t tickle too much!”
He pressed the palm of his hands up against the soles of Jeff’s feet, rubbing the body wash into them. It must have felt nice, because Jeff leaned back and sunk a little further into the tub. His eyes stayed wide and focused though, following each little movement Tom made.
Jeff jumped a little bit when Tom suddenly flossed his slick fingers between his toes. It didn’t exactly tickle, but it was more than a simple massage now. Tom continued to work his fingers between Jeff’s toes, who in response to these flossing fingers actually spread his toes to give Tom greater access.
“That’s a good boy,” Tom murmured, “spread those toes for me, let’s get them nice and clean.”
Tom continued for several minutes, alternating between ticklish touches and a relaxing massage.
“Is it… is it time for the brush yet?” Jeff asked sweetly. He was insatiable.
“Yeah, I think we got enough soap on your soles. Let’s get them sparkling clean.”
Tom took the brush and in one quick movement, swiped it up one of Jeff’s soles. Jeff jumped in the bathtub, causing a splash.
“Hey, that’s not fair, I wasn’t expecting that!”
“Oh, poor baby. Are you expecting this?”
Tom brought both of Jeff’s wet and slicked feet together, holding them firmly by the ankles so there was no chance of escape. Very slowly, teasingly so, he brought the brush to the tips of Jeff’s soles and started viciously scrubbing back and forth. The bristles of the brush were softened a bit by the water and soap, but were firm enough to drive Jeff mad.
“Oh shit! OH SHIT!” Jeff called out, trying his best to keep his feet still and in place for the tickle torture. Tom smiled, watching his boyfriend squiggle and squirm, and continued to attack the toes with abandon.
Jeff wasn’t able to hold it in any longer and started to laugh. His toes splayed and curled, trying to escape the bristles, but he found no relief. In truth, he didn’t want to get away from them. He was loving the attention his toes were getting and the ticklish sensations that were ripping through his body.
Tim focused on the toes for a while, scrubbing the tops, the tips, and even under them. Each time he changed his method of attack it made his boyfriend jump and splash around in the tub.
“Those toes look nice and clean now, maybe we need to move on,” Tom said as he paused his assault with the brush.
“M-move on? Wh-wh-where?” Jeff managed between heaving breaths.
“Right around… HERE!”
Tom grabbed both of Jeff’s big toes to keep his feet as still as possible as he raked the brush across both of Jeff’s soles at the same time.
“NOOOOO-HO-HO-HO!”
Jeff was instantly thrashing in the tub, getting water everywhere. He was rolling side to side, fighting the urge to pull his legs back, and cackling. He wanted to watch his boyfriend tickle his feet, but Jeff could barely keep his eyes open. He didn’t expect his wet and soapy soles to be this ticklish, but they were. Oh god were they ever ticklish.
“There, I think these stinky feet are starting to look and smell much better, don’t you think?” Tom teased, scrubbing one of Jeff’s arches. Jeff, for his part, wasn’t able to respond. He just kept laughing and shaking back and forth. It was taking all of his effort to just leave his feet in Tom’s hands.
Tom scrubbed every inch of Jeff’s feet. He used the brush on the insteps, on the heels, and even on the tops of Jeff’s feet. He continued going until Jeff was red in the face and had tears rolling out of his eyes. And even then, he went a few minutes more.
Finally, mercifully, he stopped his bristly attack.
“There, I think you’ve learned your lesson. No need to get that dirty and smelly again, right?”
As the tickling stopped, Jeff’s whole body went limp. He pulled his legs back into the safety of the tub and rubbed his own tingling feet under the water.
“I… I think I’m all sweaty again. Maybe I should have a shower or something,” Jeff said as he reached out and grabbed Tom’s shirt with one wet hand, “and maybe you could join me?”
Tom laughed and kissed his boyfriend gently on the lips.
“I don’t know, I may have to give you another scrub down. Are you willing to risk it?”
Jeff grinned, “Yeah, I think I will.”
#malefeet#feet#gayfeet#male tickling#male feet story#tickling#guy feet#gay tickling#male foot story#gay foot play#foot tickling#tickle content#tickle community#tickle story#tickle thoughts#tickle fic
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Ur guys r n a fight and choking someone out and the person randomly spits on his arm, hoping itll make him let them go.
What do they do?
I'll go with some fighters.
Undertale Papyrus - OK, so... Papyrus might have hit your head on the floor a little too hard after that, knocking you out very efficiently and probably breaking your nose. He's not too proud of it, but he's quite a maniac and this thing? He HATES it. He waits for you to wake up to apologize and go on with his day. He still feels a little bad for you.
Undertale Undyne - She slowly growls and brings her head next to your ear. "Is THAT the best you can do?" She then proceeds to laugh at your face. You feel even more humiliated. Yeah, nah, that's not working with her, sorry.
Underswap Sans - If you think it's going to prevent him from arresting you, you're wrong. He doesn't care at all and handcuffs you. He then proceeds to clean his arm on your jacket.
Underfell Sans - He keeps choking you, but slower, watching you pass out with extreme pleasure. He hopes you learn your lesson. He's going to clean his arms in the toilets, asking Grillby's to throw the guy out of the bar.
Underfell Papyrus - Edge growls menacingly and says they have five seconds to clean this before he gets very pissed off. Strangely, you obey. You can tell he can break you in half if he wants to. Edge spends the rest of the night sanitizing his arm lol. Who knows what diseases you're carrying. That's disgusting.
Horrortale Sans - He bites your shoulder in return and doesn't let go. Good luck with that. His jaw can easily break it in half. You're now crying like a baby, begging for mercy.
Horrortale Papyrus - If you got Willow to fight you, it means you pushed way past his limits. It's not a little spit that's going to stop you. It just pisses him off more and he might accidentally make you fly through several trees at this point. Maybe try to talk to calm him down a little or you're not going to like what happens next.
Swapfell Sans - Did you freaking spit on his very expensive homemade suit? You're so dead. Nox drags you to his torture room. No one knows what happened to you after that. Legends said he forced you to do his laundry again and again until you died from exhaustion.
Swapfell Papyrus - He spits back on you, you spit back on him. Now you're just wasting your saliva to get to each other until one of you gives up. You both stink terribly after two hours. You two better give up to go take a shower. Ew.
Fellswap Gold Sans - "THIS IS THE MOST PATHETIC ATTACK I HAVE EVER SEEN". He then proceeds to insult your fight skills and your intelligence for the next two hours. It's too much for you, you start to cry. Wine laughs at your face.
#undertale#underswap#underfell#horrortale#swapfell#fellswap gold#sans#papyrus#undyne#undertale ask blog#undertale asks#undertale imagines#undertale headcanons
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Fen becomes a rubber maid and then gets trashed!
Sissy Fen sat down to his computer in the evening on a Friday night, just off work. He looked through his social medias and saw nothing, he put a bowl of instant noodles in the microwave and sighed saying to himself “Wonderful, another boring…” *KERDINK* His laptop chimed. Sissy Fen left the microwave alone and sat at the computer. On it was the following message to his Tumblr.
“Hello Fen, I hope you can possibly meet with me this evening for a full weekend session. I saw your want ad in the oddities and sex work section of the classifieds online and it told me to come message you on here. I’m looking for a rubber covered maid, you said you want to be converted into a rubber covered maid. I have all the clothing and everything, there’s only one stipulation, you have to live in my house wearing the uniform, you will be stored in the uniform like an object. If you at any time fail to clean the house perfectly I reserve the right to administer a punishment like no other. Respond to me if you are serious, if you are a time waster don’t bother, I’m in serious need of a RUBBER MAID SLAVE!”
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I feel my heart skip a beat as I read and re-read the message, my cock throbbing as the thought. With barely a seconds thought, I quickly type out a reply.
“Hello, and thank you so much for your message. I am free right now if you can tell me where to go. I would love to be turned into your rubber maid, and happily consent to being stored away while not being used like a true object, as well as any punishment you deem fit. I will surrender myself to your every whim for the chance to be a true rubber object! Please please please come back to me asap!”
I hit send, not truly thinking about what is next, my microwave noodles completely forgotten as I begin to get lost in a spiral of ever deepening fantasy
*BEEP BEEP* Fen snaps out of fantasy as the microwave starts to angrily beep at him. Fen grabs his soggy noodles and sits at the desk, he stares at the screen scrolling through porn. Fen sighs thinking he got hit by a catfisher yet again. Suddenly *KERDINK* the window pops up. It's Master Blunn. Master Blunn shows you his house and says "214 E Poplar Drive, don't be later than 7PM and expect to get dressed and stored away until your workday tomorrow."
I wolf down the soggy noodles in an instant, barely tasting them as I rush to get ready. It’s already 6PM, and Poplar drive is 45 mins at least from my apartment.
I am soon out the door, locking it behind me and rushing to meet the 7PM deadline. I haven’t brought anything with me other than my keys and wallet, my mind filled with thoughts of serving as a true rubber maid for a full weekend.
I finally reach the massive house, knocking on the door at 1 minute past 7
Master Blunn opens the door and says "Hmph, a minute late, you've never been to a doctors office, people show up early to see me. Oh right, well now you know what I do when I'm not here at the mansion, I'm a surgeon. Neurosurgeon to be exact. Master Blunn was actually Dr Albert Blunn, the universities head of neurosurgery. He wore a shiny white labcoat made of latex, beneath it he had on green rubber scrub pants and shirt. Master Blunn said looking at Fen "Before you even ask if I wear my rubber to work, yes, I do all the time, people love seeing me in it and a lot of people love rubber hugs before getting gassed out or IV'd out. I only wash it when someone gets sick, I keep it super clean using a special purple light that doesn't destroy smells, because this rubber smells lovely! Every person who hugs me likes the sweaty sweet salty rubbery smell. Why don't you try giving Dr Blunn the snuggle doctor a hug!?" He opened his arms wide, his scrub shirt dripping sweat onto his pants
I take a sniff, immediately feeling weak at the smell of the latex and rubber, it being the perfect blend of heavenly and just a bit disgusting, before meekly stepping forward towards Master Blunn’s open arms. He is massive, towering over me. I briefly wondering if I have made a mistake coming here so quickly before I am dragged into a glorious sweaty, rubbery hug.
Master Blunn squeezes Fen tightly and says "Come on, who can refuse a sweaty Blunn hug!" He falls forward onto Fen body slamming Fen onto the relatively hard carpeted floor. He lays there pulling his arms tighter and tighter saying "You're gonna suffocate sucking on my sweaty scrub shirt! Either that or I'm gonna feel you orgasm beneath me as I crush your face into my sweaty shirt!"
The breath is forced out of me by the sudden body slam, my gasp to try and draw in more doing nothing but filling my mouth with the sweaty latex. I thrash beneath Master Blunn, though can do nothing more than weakly struggle as I am held firmly beneath him. I feel myself getting light headed as my lungs burn for oxygen, my cock spasming in an involuntary orgasm as I start to black out.
Fen in the rubber dress & apron (Source: Tumblr Generic - @sissyfen)
Master Blunn keeps you in the tight grip, he laughs as you black out. When you black out he injects a small syringe into your neck to keep you asleep. Master Blunn forces your limp body into a thick heavy 30lb latex dress with a 10lb latex apron on over it. He puts 10lb handcuffs on Fen's hands and as he awakens pulls a hood on over his head zipping it shut and locking it along with the dress. Master Blunn holds the keys up to Fen's face and then throws them across the room into the fireplace saying "Orgasm smelling my sweaty scrubs, you become my rubber slave forever, until you mess up. First time you mess up, things get worse, second time things get even worse, third time your life becomes a miserable hell." Master Blunn forces Fen down into a small pit in the floor. He is forced to kneel down with his head pressed against his rubber apron. Master Blunn closes the floor trap door and says "I'll see you in the morning, until then enjoy getting acquainted with the smell of your uniform, I bet you like its smell, if you liked my sweaty work uniform you'll love the dirty maids uniform that I've had every rubber maid wear, I've had over 500 maids in that uniform over the last 30 years. It's never been washed, it's been sweat in pissed in puked in covered in all sorts of filth. Have fun huffing the stink of that apron and dress all night long slave Fen! Tomorrow we can figure out a new name for you."
I let out a moan as the trap door is forced shut, a heavy click heralding the lock, pushing my face even further into the heavy apron, leaving me in a crushed ball position. I can barely even wiggle as I try and call out, but all that escapes is a soft moan.
True to Master Blunn’s word, the Apron and maids uniform are disgusting the smells of piss, sweat and puke overwhelming me in the tight confines, while the sheer weight of the dress, combined with the manacles and my prison mean all I can do is gasp for what little rancid air I can pull in
The night passes very slowly for poor Fen, Master Blunn awakens Fen the next morning by dumping squidgy rotting yogurt fruit and vegetables into the pit, he forces the door shut and says "Enjoy your breafast, enjoy drowning in sticky nasty rotting filth! When you've had enough of drowning you can drink it down and there's your fucking meal you stupid worm! Fucking dumb of you to come here. I have dozens of people stored away, some permanently stored away. You're gonna be my permanent slave to clean the place and eat all of the trash and food that spoils, understand dumb worm!" He pauses for a few minutes staring into Fen's eyes as the gooey yogurt and trash settles around him allowing Master Blunn to pour more in until it's up to Fen's neck
I choke and splutter, fear rising in me as the disgusting mess is poured down onto me, Master Blunn’s words ringing in my ears. I try to mumble and beg for mercy, but all that gets me is a mouthful of the disgusting sour yogurt and other have rotten or partially eaten food. I gag, my eyes filling with tears, but I instantly see that any plea I can make will fall entirely on deaf ears, Master Blunn leering down at me with a sadistic glare.
With a whimper, I try and slurp down more of the disgusting slop, having to stop and wretch every few mouthfuls to stop myself throwing up and making the mess even worse.
“P...Please...” I weakly manage between mouthfuls
Master Blunn laughs, he pours a heavy stinking blue rotting yogurt over Fen's head and forces the lid shut saying "have fun drowning in it, even after you're done drowning you'll stll be suffering breathing it off of your uniform and the apron. When that pit is empty, or when you can't eat any more, scream for me, but I want it at least half empty or you're gonna end up being tossed into a trash compactor and crushed to death, so get eating that nasty sludge worm! After you eat your breakfast it'll be your time to do the yard work!
I struggle through the disgusting mess, forcing myself to eat mouthful after mouthful. More than once I slip and my head goes, and soon I am completely covered in the filthy mess. The stench is awful, but eventually I have managed to eat about three quarters of the slop.
“M...Master Blunn! I’m...finished” I call out, wretching as the smell assaults me yet again
Master Blunn returns. He opens the hatch and forces Fen to stand up and says “Your new name is Sissy. Understand Sissy? Now you go outside and do the yard yard work.” Master Blunn attached a lead chain to the heavy cuffs and dragged Fen outside into the 100 degree heat. He held a manual push mower to him and said “Should take you a good 12 hours. Just come pass out in the dirty workwear bin over there when you’re done. Who cares if a stupid slave like you gets to breathe proper air. Stinking dirty workwear is enough as long as you don’t suffocate.” Master Alex sat on a beach chair sipping lemonade and shouted “If you’re good I’ll let you drink my sweat!” He chuckled wearing a thick leather jacket with no lining against his skin
The sun is unbearable as I start to push the ancient hand mower. It is heavy and stiff, forcing me to put all my weight behind it just to move it. In mere moments I’m drenching in sweat, adding to the awful smell that now clings to me.
For a moment I wonder if I should just run for it, but the heavy manacles force me to stay, let along the heavy rubber dress. As the hours pass, my body screams I protest, forcing me to stop more than once, only to push myself again as I catch a glare from Master Blunn. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of torment, I cut the last blade of grass, crawling over to the dirty workwear bin.
With the last ounce of my strength I open the lid, before recoiling at the stench, greeted by what looks like hundreds of overalls, work boots and thick butchers aprons covered in mud, puke, trash and every other manner of filth.
I try and move away from the bin, but before I can, I feel Master Blunn grabbing me from behind
Master Blunn forces Fen into the bin. He grabs the collar of the dress and pulls the dress up over Fen’s head zipping it closed and locking it. He pulls dozens of the dirty overalls over Fen and buries Fen up to his chin saying “Feel good I bet. Fuckin boiling in stink. Smell that nasty dress! It’s all you will breathe for the night. All you get to inhale is the smell in that dirty workwear bin. Some of that shit not been washed in 50 years. Fen heard a loud chain lock click shut and then heard Master Blunns footsteps fade to silence. Right then and there Fen knew he was totally alone for the whole night
I let out a sob, trying to move to get any sort of fresh air. Instead, something shifts within the pile, collapsing underneath me and sending me sprawling onto my back, the pile of rancid work clothes tumbling over on top of me, burying me fully. I try to scream, but all I manage to do is get a filthy apron lodged in my mouth
The taste is awful, the industrial rubber coated with piss and sweat, and forcing my mouth to remain open so anything else can dribble in.
Utterly exhausted, I slump as much as I am able against the crushing weight of the clothes, unable to move more than an inch, struggling for each breath. Sleep never comes, the minutes passing with agonising, tortuous slowness
Master Blunn returns the next day to the bin. He looks down and sees that Fen had made the gear collapse around him. Master Blunn rolled over a massive keg of sour yogurt mixed with beer and poured the pink concoction into the bin and said “Have fun. Hope you can eat it all and you don’t drown. Dead people aren’t fun to play with. I like my captives to be alive!” Master Blunn slammed the lid shut and kicked the bin saying “Start eating garbage disposal. Think that’s gonna be your permanent job. Don’t fail at it or I’ll reassign you from one job to another until I reduce you to nothing but a fuckin’ apron!”
I let out a gargling scream as the disgusting yogurt pours into my wedged open mouth, unable to do anything other than swallow it while still trapped under the mountain of clothes.
Even with everything, and to my shame, I’m still rock hard beneath my dress, the torment making it strain painfully, even as I am unable to even get near it to relieve myself
Master Blunn laughs hearing the gurgling sounds coming from the bin. He said "See you tonight, I'll have to get you out of there and move you elsewhere unless you wanna get crushed in the landfill"
I’m completely spent at the words, sobbing around the vile filth surrounding me, crushing the day I ever responded to that message
Master Blunn returns that night, he pulls Fen out of the bin and helps him walk into the house. He says "Thought you were gonna get a reprieve from nasty stinky crushing? Nah, I got something just as bad if not worse for you!" He lead Fen into an ABDL nursery, he opened the diaper chute and threw Fen head first in yelling "Have fun suffering buried amongst several thousand piss and shit filled diapers and plastic pants!" Fen fell into a big pit of diapers PVC pants and PVC clothes, with each move he sank deeper. He could faintly hear Master Blunn say "Eat at least five gross diapers clean and I'll let you move to your next slave task stupid slut!"
...I scream and cry as the diapers cling to me, the stench of piss and other filled diapers mixing with rubber into an unholy stench. I puke into the pile, which only makes it worse, and for close to an hour I just lie there, unable to contemplate moving. Finally, I slowly try and do what Master has said, though my stomach refuses to aid me, barely allowing me to get through three of the disgusting soggy masses when the lid of the diaper chute is opened the next morning
Master Blunn says "Shame, you couldn't eat five diapers to save yourself. I guess you actually do want that twisted fantasy you had posted on GarbageBagged years ago to happen to you. Do you remember that fucked up fantasy, do you remember wanting to be thrown away with a bunch of dirty overalls and dirty winter coats? It's a good thing I have a whole bin of filthy foul dirty roadworkers jackets to throw you away with! Like the worthless trash you are!"
Master Blunn dragged Fen out of the diaper bin and dragged him up the stairs dripping in filth and sweat. Master Blunn threw Fen into a large bin of tar grease mud cow shit and sweat soaked hiviz workwear
“No, please!” I scream, floundering in the slime, trying and failing to stand up.
“M-Master Blunn, I don’t want this anymore! I thought I did, but I just want to go home! It was just a fantasy!!!”
I grab onto the side of the bin, the tar acting like glue, adding to my dresses weight so I can barely move, let alone haul myself out of the bin.
“Please.” I whimper, looking up at you through the cow shit smeared across my face
Master Blunn laughs at Fen and pushes him back into the bin, this time he pushes him in face first making sure to smash his face into a grimy gritty hiviz vest. The vest was soaked in machine oil and mud along with SWEAT. Fen made bubbling sounds as Master Blunn pressed him down harder and harder. Master Blunn climbed in on top of Fen and stood on top of him, crushing his body down into the dirty workwear saying "Fuckin sink! Fuckin sink below all of the workwear, fuckin drown in filthy workwear! After I'm done with you you're gonna be sewn in the clear pocket of one of these vests, you'll be forever suffering in a stinky thick PVC hell surrounded by gooey rotting hiviz!"
I flail as best as I can but it’s in vain, my strength utterly spent from the torment. My mouth is filled with the disgusting muddy trash as I wonder if this is how it all ends, my vision beginning to go dark as I begin to pass out. Master Blunn just laughs, pushing harder, already reaching for the massive trash bag beside the disgusting trash
Master Blunn holds Fen down until his struggles stop, he picks him up by the neck and lifts him into a massive rubber bag, he packs the bag full of dirty vests and says "See you in a few months, the compression will slowly shrink you to no larger than a gum ball, it will be extremely slow, painful, hot and stinky. Goodbye!" He left, the vacuum turned on, the bag crushed poor Fen in the dirty workwear for 3 minutes then released him for a minute then repeated the cycle, 3 minutes on 1 minute off without ending. This is how Fen will spend the entire week, being slowly crushed to a new size
For an entire week my world is nothing but agony and disgusting slop, my body being crushed again and again. True to Masters words I feel myself shrinking, the sludge pressing in on all sides, until I’m little more than a mound of flesh, my limbs useless and atrophied, while my skin has absorbed the gunge around it, ensuring that I will never escape the disgusting smells that I am trapped with now.
If I had thought I was helpless before I know better now unable to move even if I was completely removed from the now far oversized dress and disgusting sweaty work clothes
Now trapped inside of the dress Fen was truly reduced to nothing. Master Blunn picks up the dress and pisses into it before jacking off into it, he has 500 other men jerk off into it and then he rolls the dress into a vacuum bag and vacuum seals it saying "Poor fucker can't die, bet you want to though, fucking crushed in all that nasty crusty stinking rubber about to be crushed even harder!" Master Blunn turned on the vacuum and walked away leaving Fen there as the dress compacted around his helpless body
I scream as best I can, utterly helpless yet in agony all the same. My scream is instantly stolen by the vacuum, the air sucked from my lungs as the disgusting slime and filthy clothes as pulled ever closer to my face and body. I want to struggle, I want to die, but I can’t do either, so I just suffer for Master’s amusement
Master Blunn leaves the vacuum running for a whole hour. He then wraps Fens poor compressed body in thirty heavy thick quilts, he then forces the massive roll of quilts into a 10mm thick vacuum bag. The ultra heavy thick vacuum bag is sealed, the vacuum is turned on and Master Blunn yells "If you can hear me crushed inside there, enjoy being slowly crushed til your body is flattened in filth! Fuckin filth filling your lungs stomach, every inch of your body filled with filth!"
I can hear Master, though only just, the terror setting in anew as my breath is stolen once more. The weight of the quilts crushes into me, while the vacuum squeezes out every last drop of sweat and filth, each one seeming to find its way to the centre of the mass; my ever flattening body. After mere hours, it’s done, Sissy Fen now little more than a disk of flattened flesh, yet impossibly I’m still alive, my eyes wide and my lungs burning for air that I haven’t tasted seemingly for lifetimes
Master Blunn unzipped the bag 100 years later, he unwrapped the quilts revealing the dress with Sissy Fen wrapped inside of it. Master Blunn unrolled the crusty stiff dress and said "You thought it's been horrible? You don't know horrible!" Master Blunn and 100 mn walked in, they all shat into the bag letting their thick sticky shit flow into the dress. Master Blunn tied the dress shut and said "How's it feel drowning in shit along with all the other filth, about to be crushed to death in shit!" Master Blunn folded the dress violently and tightly, he then folded it in half several times. He wrapped the dress in 30 more quilts, making it 60 quilts total. He violently and brutally folded the quilts forcing them into the massive vacuum bag. Master Blunn turned on the vacuum and yelled "I'm welding the door shut and leaving the vacuum running, it'll be a long slow cruel death for you. Have fun dying, could take thousands of years, but your death will be here, sucking the shit soaked rubber dress and all the other nasty filth you are encased in!
I try and talk, but my mouth has long since fused into an open scream, once packed with sweat and now packed with human shit from hundreds of men. My body burns with constant agony of hundreds of years of crushing pressure, leaving me wishing for nothing more than death
Unbeknownst to me however, death would never come, no release permitted to Blunn’s slaves. My immortality had been ensured from the moment he had first injected me all those millennia ago. Now, as centuries turn, I become nothing more than a forgotten footnote, the building slowly buried by time, leaving me forever buried and crushed beneath the shit of my betters. After being told I might die I never did, I lay there 10,000 years later, still sucking the rotting rubber tasting the shit piss cum sweat and all the other congealing rotting filth around me, knowing that nothing will change as I slowly sink deeper and deeper into the earth, the temperature getting warmer as time passes. I know in some hundred thousand years, maybe, maybe not, my body will be liquified and burned up in the core of the earth, that or I’ll live in that molten magma, crushed the hardest, unable to smell, only able to feel the searing hot crushing grip around my worthless atrophied paralyzed body. Now I am nothing but a worthless bag of flesh to the world, I may as well be dead.
#fantasy#stinky#sweaty#stink torture#breathplay#breath control#suffocation#crushing#permanent entrapment#extreme stink torture#buried alive#buried in diapers#rubber dress#maid uniform
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supernatural should have ended with sam killing dean. as a treat for me. they could’ve framed it as earth’s most valorous soldier falling to the hand of evil and i wouldn’t have even cared as long as i got to see it <3
but on a serious note why do you guys think the only readings of spn i endorse are ones that recognize the hunters (absolutely including samndean) as terrifying professional killers who mete out punishments or pardons based on arbitrary calculations abt “good” vs “evil” that leave extremely little room for nuance.
the rugged Good Guys of the american backroads vs the barbaric, dirty, amoral, wicked, parasitic forces of the supernatural. committing yourself to the mission of eradicating this scourge from the country is Noble and Just and the parts of yourself you’ll lose along the way are Admirable Sacrifices for the Greater Good. legendary soldier dean winchester completed a tour in hell where he Tragically broke his mind torturing filthy demons for years and a tour in purgatory where the stink and grime of that lawless pit of evil permanently stained his body. you can’t even dream of being as brave and selfless as he is.
give me a fucking break :)
signed: the only arab american guy you know
#inb4 ‘you guys make everything abt racism’#newsflash asshole the racism came free with your Being Born Into A Society#spn#also relevant to this discussion: mental illness and queerness and the Threat they pose to the status quo#but that could be its own post#i guess i’ll make a#commentary tag
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Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader
Rated: Explicit
Word Count: 3.5k
Summary: Moving in with the Mandalorian involves way more sexual tension and boredom than you'd originally presumed.
Warnings: Language, brief mentions of masturbation, just some more pining (I'm sorry)
Notes: I got around to editing chapter two! My first version of this was a little rough and didn't align with the characterization I had planned. If you missed my last note, just know that this was originally posted on ao3 (you can see that here). There are a few more chapters out on there if you want to check it out. Additionally, thank you so much for all the love on chapter 1! Your likes, reblogs and comments mean so much to me
One thing about the Mandalorian is that he can not sit still.
It’s been a week since he bust your door down and tried to die tragically in your arms (though he’s insistent you’re dramatising it all, it truly did feel that way to you). Theoretically, he could have been fully healed by now - what, with all the bacta you’ve been slathering onto him - but his refusal to take it easy has had some adverse effects. For one, he almost immediately began sporting the beskar get-up again, despite your insistence on it not being a very good idea - you know fully well from your inept attempts at polishing it that it is heavy. It came as no surprise to you, then, when you found that his newly-formed scabs reopened under the strain the armour put on his back. Even he recognised his error upon witnessing the tempered rage you barely kept at bay while sanitising the area, his helmet premeditatively turned the other away to avoid your glare.
You seriously wonder how he hasn’t torn a muscle yet; your shoulders ache after slouching for too long, to carry upwards of 50 kilograms in pure metal at all times should be considered an extreme sport.
‘Probably why he’s so grouchy all the time,’ you grumble to yourself.
Because yes, Mando is grumpy and irritable and a pain in the ass. He boldly returns any painkiller he doesn’t deem necessary, can constantly be found doing manual labour around the house for all your instructions to rest, and sleeps on the other side of your very thin bedroom wall, meaning you can do little to relieve the ache between your legs that’s settled since his arrival. The thought of his toned back haunts you wherever you go; in the shower (apparently too small a space to get off), on your supply runs; hell, even when Mando is around do you catch yourself reflecting on the rest of his body, and whether it matches the portion you’re allowed to see.
Your assessment so far is as follows: living with the man is torturous. That conclusion is suddenly brought to glaring importance when you’re reminded of your promise to move onto his ship.
“Pack your things.” You’re plating freshly-grilled frog skewers for the kid when his father speaks from behind you.
“Huh?” The child grins in thanks; you pinch his cheek as you turn to Mando.
“We should leave soon. Been here too long.” When he isn’t on the verge of death, Mando’s sentences are always clipped, as if he has a limited amount of words he’s allowed to use per day. Perhaps that’s the case in his creed - speaking too much might risk revealing more than one should.
You don’t have time to shoot him the incredulous expression you’ve grown so accustomed to using in his presence before he’s walking away. “You’re not healed yet!” You vainly call after him. He resorts to his usual, handy response - nothing at all. Not like you expected him to actually acknowledge his weakness, though. He seems intent on getting off of Nevarro as soon as possible, in spite of both you and his wound.
“Wanna know a secret, stink?” You brush your thumb over the kid’s fuzzy head. He babbles back at you. “You’re my favourite.”
You discover rather quickly that you don’t have much to pack. The house you’ve decided to hold on to for practicality, meaning all of the furniture and knick-knacks you’ve collected over the years were to be kept as is. That left you with only your clothes, medical supplies and blaster to stuff into your duffel bag, alongside an old threadbare blanket you opt you can’t live without. You’re done that next morning, freshly showered and a surge of thrill circuiting through you.
When Mando leads you out towards the Razor Crest, there’s a particular lack of sorrow in saying bye to your home.
It may be that something deep within you that caused you to question if you are really cut out for a bounty hunter's life, bound to tuck your tail between your legs at the first sign of trouble and come skipping back to where it’s safe. Or maybe it’s the bitterness at those several, several, lonely nights you’ve spent here in silence, rotting on your couch while perusing through mindless holodramas, trying to get a taste of something more. There’s nothing for you here; your life has been a series of translucent meaning, stuck in a perpetual loop of charged static particles - buzzing, buzzing, buzzing. It’s misery fit only for the girl you were back on Corellia.
Nevarro’s rocky terrain and sinking black sands made it so that your group didn’t reach the Razor Crest until hours later. You briefly ponder on how Mando managed to get to you in his injured state when his ship is parked so far away, but you know better than to ask; tension radiates off him in waves today. You really don’t want to be on the receiving end of his killer cold shoulder.
“I’m going into town to collect bounty pucks from Karga. I should be back by nightfall.” Mando declares before inputting something on his left vambrace that releases the ramp. You dodge the lowering gateway, grumbling when he steals your duffle bag to throw it onto the docking port of the Crest.
“If I unpack to a broken jar and spilled salve, you’re paying to have my closet revamped.” You huff.
“Can’t be of much help there.” He begins to usher the child’s floating pram onto the Crest.
“Oh, being stingy with where you got that cuirass tailored?” You clamber up behind him. “What if I want the latest Mandalorian fashions?” There’s a second where he wavers, helmet turning to face you with a fixed look.
Snorting, you pull away to look around. A narrow cage against the wall adjacent from you captures your attention, gas canisters and a system of wires adorning the inside. A carbonite freezer, you realise with a shiver; a model very similar to the one you used in the academy to transfer specimens through space. From your disjointed memories of your time there, you recall it has a sixty-percent survival rate for carbon-based beings. Truly, it’s a heartless piece of equipment, never the best choice unless one is going for convenience.
But of course, Mando is a bounty hunter. You forget that fact far too often when it’s just the two of you. Convenience, ruthlessness, is key for him.
Suddenly, you’re very aware of just how much he lets you get away with. You even have half a mind to apologise for your joke, especially while watching him take stock of his weapons closet. He handles the artillery with skilled precision, fingers locating each switch and clasp with little difficulty, like he has practised it in his sleep.
He’s good with his hands. You jot that mental note for later.
Blinking, you shake away the tangent and carry on with your self-led tour. On your right is the docking port, an area of space crammed with crates, toolboxes and old machinery; on the left, two doorways. You assume one leads to a bunk and the other to a refresher when you notice a distinct lack of the two in your inspection of the second level. All you find up there is the cockpit and a storage room for his frozen quarries. Overall, it’s a regular ship, save for the cold store on the lower deck.
You just had one question: “Mando? Where will I be sleeping?”
Scaling down the ladder, you appraise his armed form. He was a step away from leaving the Crest.
“On the bed.” His helmet nods towards one of the two doors to the front of the ship.
“That’s yours.” You don’t mention that the thought of sleeping next to him every night makes you want to combust - partly because you know that isn’t what he meant, mostly because your tongue is stuck in your throat.
“We’ll take turns.” That’s the end of the conversation for him. He turns to exit but falters when you stammer out:
“Erm… Is that alright with you? I don’t wanna intrude. I’m okay with sleeping on the floor, you know.” You sleep like a loth-cat in hibernation - hardly anything can get you out of it. And this is his home, you’d feel terrible if he couldn’t so much as nap because you were hogging his bed.
“It’s fine. I hardly sleep anyway.” His tone softens, his helmet bowing down at you. Although it’s barely noticeable, his inflection isn’t that of a liar. Somehow, his telling the truth is worse, if not for anything but the dysfunction of what he just admits to.
You frown. “That’s not good for you.”
There’s a modulated hitch of breath, a shake of his shoulders. Was he laughing at you? For what? You aren’t the idiot, not when he is the one parading around guns slinging with few moments respite. You open your mouth to expand on your point, only for him to interrupt with a hand at your shoulder.
It’s steady - comforting, and debilitating all at once. Then, Mando dryly remarks. “Yes, doctor.”
And he trots off, leaving you with only the sarcastic retort to turn over in your head until he comes back.
No sooner than when the ramp closes shut, you practically melt, knees entirely too weak given the distance you just trekked. Stars, the way he said it - the way he tauntingly used your designation and sauntered off like it didn’t itch the unreachable part of you so desperate for validation. He can’t have known, he can’t have known of the way it renders you a pile of useless putty in his hands. Still, he was entirely too confident with the taunt, infuriatingly self-assured for someone with a deficit in social skills. It's ridiculous.
The pressure at your core returns, broiling. You need to get this situation of yours in check before he comes back, for everyone’s sake.
You almost forget to tuck the napping child into the hammock you spot above the bed, too intent on finding release up in the cockpit.
Hyperspace is a marvel to behold. It’s all the light in the galaxy passing by in blurs of blue and purple, surrounding - engulfing - you in its infinity. The cockpit of the Razor Crest is absolute metal and mismatched parts, ugly in every sense, but in hyperspace, it reflects every colour, every shape. And seated in the passenger's chair, you are smack dab in the centre of it all, fascinated - for the first hour of travel - by the kaleidoscope that overtakes you.
Now, however, it’s been three. Three hours, and the beauty has begun losing its charm.
Maybe you’re salty. Each time you readjust or shift in the slightest, you’re reminded that you never got to cum. There’s a pulse that twinges with the least bit of friction, tucked away in a spot you didn’t manage to hit, a spot that Mando can probably dig out with ease. Pathetic. It’s like all you can concentrate on is how hard he’d fuck - pressing you up against some unknown surface of the Crest - or how desperately he probably needs it. Shit, is this going to be the death of you? This sexual frustration, that multiplies and stretches and grows exponentially whenever you are in his presence? You scowl to yourself, just as well, it would be a suitable end for a woeful life.
The man in question sits diagonal to you; arms crossed and legs spread. You already mistook him for asleep, having idiotically waved your hands and pulled faces at his visor for five straight minutes before he decided enough was enough and pushed your head away. You don’t think you’ll ever live down the embarrassment of it, in all honesty; you make a point to pointedly avoid his amused glances when he turns to check if the kid is still satisfied with his metal ball.
When his back is to you, however, you can’t help but be transfixed by his lap, captivated in his pose, his thighs, his-
You really need to cut it out before you start frothing at the mouth.
“What do you usually do for fun around here?” Your voice is rough with misuse. You cough to get rid of the scratch in it.
“Man the ship.” His helmet still faces the vast nothingness outside.
“That’s not fun.”
“You asked.” A smidgen of annoyance eclipses your incessant need for him. You gorge on it, chasing the irritation. You have more of a chance at satiating that, at least.
Leaning forward, you flick his pauldron, accomplishing nothing but hurting yourself. “Forgive me for expecting you to actually entertain me for once. I thought it safe to assume, given you’re literally doing nothing, either.” The remark escapes harsher than you intend it to be. Deep in your gut, where only doughy, vexing empathy exists, there’s a twinge of guilt. All the same, you hold your ground, resting your chin on a propped arm as you lour at the back of his head.
He hums, flicking a switch on the overhead panel instead of gracing you with a response.
“Do you wanna play a game?” The suggestion is not at all light-hearted, and is solely made to introduce a scenario through which you can channel your displeasure. Mando must pick up on this, for he shuts down the possibility before you get too ahead of yourself.
“I don’t like games.”
You clench and unclench your teeth.
“I can make it worth your while.” You grit out. “How about… one of us hides something and the other has to find it, hm?” You’re hinging on desperation here; you can’t help the optimistic lilt at the end of your question.
“I’m a bounty hunter. Finding things is my specialty.”
“That’s the fun part. You can go first.” That will occupy you for sure. He’s familiar with his ship, is intimate with every crevice and cranny, and if he were to give his all into concealing an object, it’d take you years to uncover it.
“You’re going to make a mess.” He waves. That’s off the table, then.
“Okay, message received. No sabacc?” You are not good at sabacc. You briefly recall losing about 500 credits on it at the academy, actually.
“No.” Probably for the best. You’re quickly running out of ideas, though, and you desperately need something to help you ignore the effects his drawl has on you.
“So does The Way say no to having fun?”
He sighs. “I play with the kid, sometimes.” The concession throws you off guard, your face abruptly warming with a flush at the domesticity of the act. His care for the kid hasn’t escaped you - you’ve picked up on it in the way he keeps a hand on his pram at all times and washes his mouth after meal times - but playing is another thing altogether. It’s one more point towards the new portrait you’re conjuring of the man beneath the suit. A kind man, a loving one.
“I’ve tried that. He’s too preoccupied with his… toy, to pay me any attention,” You side-eye the babbling green monster, who sits slobbering over the ball. If he wasn't so cute, you’d cringe at the mess he’s made of his romper.
“Try painting yourself silver, maybe then he’d be interested in you.”
You can’t help the giggle that erupts from you. It’s irrepressible, bubbling up from nowhere, stirring your chest with an unknown feeling. "Told you; I need me some Mandalorian armour. He exclusively likes metal things.”
And then he’s chuckling along with you, and you’re able to pinpoint it as a school-girl type of giddiness. What’s best is that you’re hardly horrified at the prospect, either. You like it, this flutter that racks through you. It’s so different to the heat - of both ire and lust - you feel when you’re around him. It emboldens you to keep talking.
“What do you say about answering a few questions of mine. I know your blood and bones better than I know you.” You simper, “You can ask me whatever too.”
“Alright.” He flicks on autopilot controls before kicking back to face you. You beam at the receptiveness.
“Hmm…” Pointing to the blaster at his hip, you ask, “Your first weapon, what was it? And how old were you when you mastered it.” You’re familiar enough with Mandalorian culture to know that weapons were part of their religion; it was as good a place to start as any.
Cocking his head, he deliberates for a moment. “Must have been a spear.” If the vague gesture he makes is anything to go by, the artillery doesn’t hold much significance to him. You can’t say you know much about them either, compared to your ingrained index on blasters and rifles. “I was put in a spar with it at ten, but I haven’t really used any since.”
You process his words, searching for an acknowledgement that wouldn’t offend. “That’s… really young.”
“Mandalorians by birth start younger.” And though he nods, there’s a subtle hesitation in his statement, like he's ashamed to admit it. You can't decipher why; he’s the best damn warrior you’ve ever come across, regardless of status. Curious, you attempt to prod further.
“You’re not a mandalorian by birth?”
“I was rescued by one as a child.” You consider biting the dust and bringing up the elephant in the cockpit, but you are already breaking new ground with the guy. You don’t want to make him relive his trauma just yet. “I’m a foundling.” The kid coos.
“Takes one to know one, huh, stink?” You toss at the baby, who now reaches for his father. Mando picks him up with one swooping movement. “Where are you from, then?”
“Aq Vatina.” It’s said so quietly you almost feel bad for asking. He pauses. “Are you from Nevarro originally?”
“No, and thank goodness for that." You break off for a moment. It isn’t like you are proud of your birth planet either. "Corellia.”
The air shifts. The Mandalorian’s hand stills upon the child’s chest, his visor now solely trained on you. You can’t blame him, your home planet truly does have a reputation for being an awful place. Yet with the way your cheeks tingle, you think he might be reassessing the tell-tale arch of your nose, the dimensions of your face. More than anything, you feel the cogs in his brain turn as his perception of you settles.
“Born and raised there, went to the medical academy when the Empire was still around. Jus’ moved later in life.”
“Hm,” This hum is much more thoughtful than the dismissive ones he’s thrown your way before. You don’t like it, being perceived like this, with this past. Not to mention, the uncomfortable reminder of why you really left Corellia leaves an ache in your bones. An image of your father’s face flashes to the forefront of your mind. “Explains the mouth on you.”
Shaking it off, you mumble. “What’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had?”
“I’m not answering that.”
You roll your eyes. “Fine. Longshot anyway.” You reconsider, landing on a generic question that’s been clawing at you for ages now. “How old are you?
You’ve tried to guess in the past, based on a multitude of factors you’ve observed. He has the exemplary stamina of someone still in their prime. Initially, that placed him in his twenties. That is, until more of his personality made itself known and you found he acts like a senior citizen greatly dissatisfied with the view in their nursing home window. That raised him to a solid forty in your head.
“Lost track. Probably in my late thirties.” Close enough.
You chortle. “Old man.”
He shakes his head. “I’m getting there.” Something in his timbre reminds you of his back, of the skin that warms up so easily under your hands. His muscles pulse with life whenever you touch him, flourishing under the small instances of physical touch. The life of a Mandalorian must be an impoverished one, to go without all the things people needed to live - that pure, skin-on-skin contact. For almost forty years, no less.
You’re suddenly extremely honoured that he’s taken to you as his doctor.
“I’m about a decade your junior.” You try to fill the silence; he didn’t ask, and you don’t manage to catch onto his reaction, mind too addled with a snowballing jumble of emotions that you race after, trying to untangle. Yes, there is the ever present desire that seems to be a condition of being his companion, but there’s also an effervescent centre to it all, sparkling in and out of existence all too rapidly for you to place.
“Kriff…” You perk at the curse. “You’re just a kid.” His cadence has drawn to a gentle murmur, as if everything has just fallen into place for him.
Your heart twinges, frightened that his opinion of you has degraded, somehow. He likely regrets inviting yet another responsibility, another addition to his burden in trying to survive the galaxy while remaining as morally sound as possible. You’re not just a kid, no, but you are all of those other things. Useless. A liability. More trouble than you’re worth.
If Mando senses the change of tone in your next words, he doesn’t mention it. “Only in spirit.”
You need to mean more to him, you conceive.
chapter three →
#the mandalorian#din djarin#the mandalorian x reader#din djarin x reader#x reader#star wars#pedro pascal#grogu#baby yoda#reader insert#fanfiction#series#The Remedy#friends to lovers#smut#angst#fluff
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Hi there! First of all, Happy New year! I hope you have the best time this year! So I was thinking... I think it is canon that Jack is about as dense as Yami when it comes to girls feelings. So when Yami suggested that Charlotte's weird behaviour was because she wanted to take a dump and she denied, Jack asked if she maybe wanted to pee instead. And same with a reader, who try to give Jack some hints of their feelings, but not only he doesn't get them, he suggests the most ridiculous things to explain himself the reader's strange behaviour. And while it is funny and cute, it is also a torture for the reader, so they just decide to straight up be something like "Look, will you fuck me or not". Jack is a little confused, but who is he to miss an opportunity like that
Ps. Sorry for the long ask, feel free to ignore it if it is not to your liking. Lots of love ❤️❤️❤️
Oblivious | Jack x Reader
Hi there! New year was a little while ago but I hope yours was lovely as well!
Oh dear, you almost described the struggle of my OC and Jack in their early stages. One is too shy to say it upfront and the other is too dense to pick up the hints. Luckily Reader grabs her might and goes for it in this one :D
Warnings: Jack is stupid, mentions of alcohol, push&pull kinda feelings towards him, no smut but it's implied that that's gonna happen after the end of this :3
Jack the Ripper was an interesting man, to say the least.
An interesting man that made you want to tear your hair out.
Since falling for the tall captain, you've gone through a variety of struggles. From realizing to accepting your feelings to the strongest challenge yet; Wooing him.
Now, Jack wasn't hard to woo, in theory. If you look decently and don't act like a massive bitch towards him, he'd say you're good. Being in his good books wasn't the problem. It was making him realize he was in yours too.
Almost every attempt of flirtation was met with a punch straight into the friendzone, every shy and giddy gesture he caught was assumed to be sickness or something equally ridicoulous.
At one point you almost thought he was doing it on purpose but no. That wasn't it, he really was just that stupid.
You tried to be patient, you really did, swallowing the frustration and keeping your head held up despite Jack's unintentional rejections. But everything had an end, especially your patience.
So after watching the man you wanted to be yours at the Star Awards Festival, you decided you had enough. Sadly, you didn't get to approach him directly after the Star's had been awarded, no, he left with the other Captains while the festival was slowly coming to an end.
So of course, you tried to enjoy the festival to the last before heading home. Your feet hurt, the heels you wore were extremely uncomfortable just like the dress. Uncomfortable but well picked out, a stunning green outfit. After all, that was Jack's favorite color.
Too bad that you didn't get to show off as much as you wanted. Or maybe he didn't want to look at you, you weren't even sure at this point.
Kicking a pebble a few feet down the street you were walking you heard someone walking up behind you, with a scoff you turned around, ready to shoot down the next guy that would drunkenly try to hit on you. You twirled around, a scathing rejection on the tip of your tongue as you realized the ridiculously tall man behind you was your ridiculously tall man. Or well, the man you wanted to be yours.
"Hi...", you stuttered, a bit confused.
"You're leaving without me?", the tall man asked, his head tipping to the side a little. Your eyebrow twitched in irritation.
"You disappeared after the speech. And you stink.", your voice shot back. Nose scrunching at the smell of alcohol lingering on the man.
"Sorry, co-worker stuff." The dismissive hand gesture didn't make you feel any better. If anything, you couldn't believe this man's audacity. He left without a word, to you or anyone, and now he was acting like you leaving without looking for him was a crime. Hell, if you'd tried you probably wouldn't have found him anyway.
And yet, there was a little warmth in your gut that he seemed unhappy with you leaving without him. You hated it, these condraticiary feelings he was giving you all the time. If he would just reject you, you could just move on but no, he just had to get your hopes up every five minutes before crushing them again.
Really, this was just cruel.
"Uh-huh. Sure. So you went together with Yami, and Nozel and all your little captain friends?", you asked, your voice a little distant. Jack raised an eyebrow, staring at you for a long while.
"Did you... want me to bring you along, keke?"
"... Maybe...", you muttered, trying to hide the obvious blush on your cheeks.
Jack eyed your face for a few minutes before it seemed like a lightbulb went off in his head.
"Ooooh...", he muttered, a smirk playing along his lips, "I get it."
As if, you thought but still, your heartbeat got faster.
"You like Nozel.", Jack stated before laughing, "Seriously, I don't get why he is so popular with the girls. Did you see the braid? I mean sure, he's a pretty bird but I didn't think you'd be into that."
You looked at the captain, baffled.
Your heartbeat was still going fast, fast and hard. Not because of love anymore, but because of rage.
This wasn't even the first time it happened, anytime Jack noticed some hint of you being flustered or acting 'abnormal' he was coming to the most ridiculous and wrong conclusion mankind has ever seen.
"No! God damn it!", you almost yelled out. Your feet hurt and your chest felt like it was tightening violently around your heart with frustration. In a little fit of rage, and pain, you stopped walking, kneeling down and taking off the heels before continuing to walk even faster, trying to get away from the man.
"Oh? ... That wasn't it?", Jack muttered, speeding up his steps to keep up with you. "Was it the heels? Are you just mad in general?"
"No! Yes! Maybe... A little. But that wasn't the main problem!", you hissed, shooting him a death stare. Jack was touching his chin in thought. Before he could make another stupid guess you stopped in your tracks again, facing him.
"Look just... Are you gonna fuck me or not?" You asked, rubbing your forehead. Jack looked at you blankly, his pale face losing even more color than usual.
"You mean... like... now?", he asked in a voice that was uncharacteristically quiet for him.
"No, I mean next Tuesday." You rolled your eyes, voice seething with sarcasm.
Jack's face went from unsure to a bright grin.
"Alright, alright, I get it.", he muttered. Although the captain was not yet sure what had gotten into you, he didn't complain, grabbing your hips to pull you into him.
"Not gonna refuse a pretty lady, keke."
Oh boy, Jack being oblivious about someone liking him is so much fun to write for me. Even if they bang, if we don't clarify she wants more he'll think he's just a booty call now. Even worse that he'd be fine with it
#jack black clover#jack the ripper#black clover#jack the ripper black clover#black clover jack#jack the ripper (bc)#black clover x reader#jack the ripper x reader#jack x reader
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do not have the fucking energy for ryan mnrphy stans anymore so here we go:
ryan murphy is making a movie about jeffrey dahmer. setting aside the fact that we shouldn't be sensationalizing stories about serial killers, ryan murphy, specifically, should get the fuck away from the jeffrey dahmer story, and how this fucking film is going to just be performative torture porn that dehumanizes victims.
for those of you who don't know about jeffrey dahmer, here are links to what he did. PLEASE be extremely cautious with yourselves. there are extremely explicit descriptions of torture, necrophilia, sexual assault, murder, dismemberment, and cannibalism.
cw for explicit description of one of the murders under the cut:
before i saw that ryan murphy was the writer/director i had some vague hopes for this film. i don't agree with any serial killer movie just on the basis of the fact that i truly and deeply believe that we should not be giving these people the hollywood treatment, but i was SLIGHTLY optimistic because it looked like there were black characters who weren't just there to be murdered by dahmer! but then i saw murphy's name, and actually watched the trailer, and oh boy i have not seen such dehumanizing shit in a while.
the thing about this that's pissing me off so much, beyond the fetishization of YET ANOTHER serial killer, is you cannot fairly and accurately discuss the murders committed by jeffrey dahmer without discussing race and racial conflicts in milwaukee in the 70s, 80s, and 90s. jeffrey dahmer was able to kill so many people (SEVENTEEN. SEVENTEEN.) because he was a white man and his victims were, predominantly, men and boys of color. they were queer. they were sex workers. they were fucking children. you cannot and should not and should NEVER present the story of the people who were murdered by jeffrey dahmer without focusing on that point. you can't discuss how jeffrey dahmer got away with it for years--from 1978 to fucking 1991--without acknowledging that he was white.
the story that breaks my heart is the story of konerak sinthasomphone, a FOURTEEN YEAR OLD LAOTIAN REFUGEE who was the younger brother of one of dahmer's sexual assault victims. dahmer injected acid into his skull. konerak got away, and asked two passing black women for help, but cops those women called BROUGHT HIM BACK TO DAHMER because dahmer claimed that konerak was a) drunk, b) 19, and c) his boyfriend. this in 1991.
you cannot separate the horror of dahmer's predation and killings without an intimate and thorough examination of racism and queerphobia, not just in dahmer but in milwaukee, in wisconsin, and in law enforcement as a whole. i do not fucking trust ryan murphy to do that. i barely trust him to own a pet.
jeffrey dahmer murdered 17 people. half of them were black men. only three were white. this story could not and should not be told by a white man, especially a white cis gay man who thinks his shit doesn't stink while simultaneously pulling off some of the most egregiously racist torture porn that i've seen in DECADES.
fuck this movie. fuck this movie. fuck ryan murphy and fuck netflix for enabling him.
#anti ryan murphy#jeffrey dahmer#rant#anti true crime#fuck this shit tbh#racism#anti black violence#anti asian violence#queerphobia
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PSYCHO KILLER
Eddie Munson x OC
Chapter 4 - Dazed and Confused
Summary: Eddie is preparing for tonight’s big session while Maia undergoes Robin and Steve’s torturous interrogation.
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Notes: i got some requests for a tag list, which i’m extremely grateful for, so if anyone wants to be added, just let me know❤️enjoy❤️the fateful night approaches…
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Eddie’s deal with Chrissy went very questionably, for some reason she seemed quite distressed and wanted something stronger than pot.
He didn’t really expect a hefty intelectual conversation, but they just met up, she looked like she had seen a ghost, then asked for something special and when he told her he didn’t have it with him at the moment, she was devastated. He just couldn’t bear to see anyone in this state, so he offered to meet up with her after Hellfire and give her what she needs in his trailer and she, to his surprise, agreed. Fuck, this girl has to be desperate. Only on his way home he realized how this situation will look to everyone, to Maia… Look, my lady, can’t go for a cold one tonight, Chrissy Cunningham is coming to my trailer. Jesus, what an idea. He lightly banged his head on the steering wheel, causing it to toot loudly. He winced at the sound.
Apart from occasional friendly jabs at his very liberal approach to drugs, she didn’t mind him doing them or selling them, as long as the kids were left out of it, which was a strict rule of his. When they were around, all the grown-up talk was off the limits. He knew she hated the stench of weed though, so last night he spontaneously decided it’s laundry day at 3AM and drove all the way to the nonstop laundromat near the centre of town in his pajamas, threw all his clothes into the machine and spent the waiting by annotating his DM guide. He was just going to blow her away tonight, he had to.
So when he arrived to his room in the trailer, greeting his smoking uncle on the way in, he just beamed at the folded, freshly washed spare Hellfire t-shirt, rubbed his hands and made his way to the bathroom to shower and shave his face. He took a few steps back to his room, just to send an air kiss to his guitar.
“I almost forgot my beauty, good evening.” and he walked out, whistling, out of all songs, Girls On Film, which he heard last night in the laundromat.
When he walked out of the trailer, all squeaky clean with a clean pine scent of his cheap cologne creating an aura of artificial but fresh forest air around him, his uncle choked on the cigarette smoke he just inhaled.
“Damn son…did hell freeze over? You don’t stink.”
Eddie rolled his eyes, snickering as he borrowed his uncle’s cigarette, took a puff and handed it back.
“Hellfire is wrapping up a campaign tonight, gotta set an example for the kids, right?” he scratched his head and folded his arms around his notes. His uncle chuckled.
“You’re full of shit, boy…must admit though, that Anderson girl is one special lady.” the gruff man shot Eddie a knowing look. He just rolled his eyes, hoping his uncle wouldn’t catch his blushing cheeks in the dusky glow of setting sun.
“So I did the laundry, what’s the big deal. Shouldn’t have to have a specific reason.”
His uncle just shrugged, put his cigarette out on the porch floor and stood up. He patted Eddie’s shoulder with loving affection.
“Have fun, son.” he raised his hand to Eddie’s cheek, gave him a few soft slaps and dissapeared inside the trailer. Eddie chuckled and shook his head.
“Thaaanks.” he sing-sang over his shoulder, twirled the car keys around his index finger, jumped the few steps down and got going.
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Mairi arrived to the Hawkins Video Shop just on time to see Steve Harrington attempting to woo some poor girl with a Madonna hairdo by recommending her a Sixteen Candles VHS.
‘You gotta show them your sensitive side, the chicks love that’ he always said and Maia wondered why this certified sucess strategy never worked on anyone, explicitly recommending to try and mix it up a bit next time. She shook her head while grinning and waved at Robin, who just emerged from behind the counter.
“Hi, Mai!” Robin excitedly waved back, giving her a large toothy smile. Maia nodded her head in Steve’s direction.
“Is he seriously trying Samantha Foster? What a desperate prick.” she whispered, her voice laced with amused pity. Robin giggled and shrugged.
“He told me he’s trying really hard to find the one with a capital O, but by now I think he’s just full of shit.” she called after Mairi, who dissapeared in the back room to change into her staff jacket.
“Speaking of the one with a capital O,” Maia said as she leaned against the counter, “…what’s new on The Vickie Watch?” she wiggled her eyebrows, breaking into an excited grin. Robin widened her eyes and let out a heavy sigh.
“Mai, today was…it was so perfect…” she sinked her head into her palms. “…at the rally, we played next to eachother!”
Maia gasped and nodded, tugging a loose strand of Robin’s hair behind her ear. Robin continued.
“She laughed at my joke! She laughed and it was so beautifuuul and cute and it was like, like a fucking sunbeam just ripped through my heart and BAM I just thought I’ll melt right there at my spot.” she rambled with a red face, waving her hands around.
“Of course she laughed, it was my Muppet joke.” Steve muttered, walking around them with a stack of video cassettes barely balancing on top of his forearms. Maia raised her eyebrows.
“Wait…Tammy fucking Thompson came…to sing the anthem? If I knew that I would’ve come, fucking hell!”
Robin nodded and they both broke into giggles. When they stopped, Robin’s face fell a bit and she took a deep breath.
“I just ruined it at the end. I just rambled and rambled like I always do and nearly told her I had a crush on Tammy, I was just lucky she didn’t hear me over the screeching.” she banged her head on the counter. Maia caressed Robin’s hair a bit, smiling.
“Don’t worry Buckley, I’m like, a 110% sure she likes boobies.”
“STOP. SAYING. BOOBIES. UGH!” Robin exclaimed, making some punk kid in the 18+ section turn around in confusion. Steve’s laughter echoed through one of the aisles.
“See Robin, I told you!” he called after them. Robin growled and got back to organizing the counter.
“Anyway, do you wanna hang out tonight?” Robin smiled, her eyes twinkling under the artificial light. Steve just arrived to the counter and leaned on it.
“They have their freaky nerd shit tonight with Henderson. They’re looking for a substitute, he wanted to recruit me. As if I’d hang out with Munson the Freak instead of scoring.”
Maia raised one eyebrow at him and punched his shoulder. He winced and rubbed his arm.
“How many times, Steve…how many times will your shoulder suffer before you stop using the word ‘freak’ to describe anything surrounding Hellfire?” she frowned at him.
“And yeah, Lucas has his basketball thing tonight, so Eddie sent his sheepies to find a replacement, with his usual delicacy.” she chuckled, feeling the knot near her heart twist again.
Steve shrugged and mumbled a soft ‘sorry’. Robin grinned widely. Maia could swear she heard the thoughts running through Robin’s head, so she automatically started shaking her head and pointed a threatening finger at her.
“Hellfire, huh?” Robin raised her eyebrows.
“Yep, we’re wrapping up a campaign tonight!” Maia answered through gritted teeth with a forced smile. Robin nodded enthusiastically, eyebrows still dancing on her forehead.
“You know…you look extra hot today, Mai. I’m sure the wrap up will be a sucess.”
Steve was rubbing his neck, smirking a bit, not wanting to engage in the conversation so he wouldn’t get punched again. He listened very carefully though, darting between Robin and Maia, who just felt the uncomfortable heat fill her cheeks again.
“Stop it, you two! It’s a fucking fantasy game. Not a date, to which I wouldn’t agree anyway.” she resolutely refused the conversation. No, today doesn’t count, that was something like studying, only in the middle of nowhere with a guy she was in love with since she started this fucking school. Robin tilted her head to the side, as if she could read her thoughts, which made Maia even more nervous. Steve then decided to chime in.
“Look, if you weren’t so mean and scary, you’d be irresistable for me too, Anderson -“ Maia interrupted him with a glare.
“I’m not mean and scary!” she hissed, making him raise his hands in defense. Robin’s giggles filled the empty shop.
“- okayyy, okay, all I’m saying is, I might not understand what you’re saying half of the time, but you’re, you know,” he motioned towards Robin.
“…hot!” he shrugged and Robin nodded in agreement.
“So you should stop being a pussy and do something about it!” he finished with another shrug. Maia rolled her eyes at him.
“Harrington. I know your manwhore brain can’t fathom this, but if you ask a girl out and she rejects you, it’s all fine, it’s nothing new and you’ll still be Steve fucking Harrington. Robin has it harder than any of us. And if I wanted to ask the only guy I wa- the only guy who I see eye to eye with, which I don’t by the way, and he rejects me, I ruin the best friendship I have and ever will have. So no thank you, I’ll pass.” she finished and nudged Steve’s head with her fist.
Robin just smiled at her and being Robin, she just couldn’t let it go. After a minute of silence, she took a breath and Maia shot her an annoyed face.
“…he is kinda cute tho, when you look past the hair and- “
“HIS HAIR IS JUST FINE, OKAY?” Maia snapped at her, took a stack of cassettes and grumpily walked away to the kids’ section.
Robin looked over her shoulder at Steve changing their monthly poster to the new Police Academy 3 one. They just shot eachother a knowing look and silently giggled, deciding to stop torturing her.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.��✫
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now I gotta see how everyone in GK would be in an office setting..especially my toxic king usami
tsurumi: head of an important but insane people department (like sales) & everyone under him is obsessed with him and SEETHING each time his wife drops by the office. he is a toxic boss that encourages unhealthy competition and drama and is the king of micromanaging though he does it in secret. he knows everyone's business and has treated Each of the employees under him & as well as a few from other departments to dinners just to learn about them and their weaknesses. he's in his element during company parties/nomikais because he doesn't drink but he listens. and he talks. and manipulates. he likes setting people against each other just for fun. but he's also GOOD at his job and his dept's performance is always through the roof though the turnover rate is no joke because he burns people out easily
usami: he's good at his job, great even, because he wants to impress tsurumi and be his number one candy baby. has slept with half of the women and a quarter of the men in the office. is also a terrible gossip, the kind of guy who just walks around and talks shit about people all the fucking time. has a nasty habit of bullying newbies tsurumi shows too much interest in, though he swears it's in good faith if he gets caught, though usually he doesn't. extremely passive-aggressive but also very friendly and sociable if he needs/wants to be, he's the master of putting on the customer service smile. jerks off in the office bathroom 5 times a day, 7 if tsurumi praises him
kikuta: a good for nothing moron who somehow got a rather high position despite being incompetent. his underlings love him though, he may be a shit boss who can't learn how to filter stuff in excel but he's a great amiable guy who sometimes treats them to meals and is a fun chat. he takes 3 smoking breaks per hour and always stinks of that shit, and stinks up any place he goes to too because the stuff he smokes is atomic. tsurumi hates his ass and hates having to do work with his department because the papers kikuta touched Will stink of tobacco. honestly nobody really knows how he manages to keep his job because he screws up sooo much, people just like him and take pity on him
sugimoto: would NOT work in an office ever because his anger management is simply not good and he'd get in physical fights over trivial shit for which he'd get fired. the closest would be delivery guy of stuff like stationery or company bentos or the post or something, i think he'd be fine with carrying stuff around. he smiled at ogata once (at the woman behind him actually) which led to ogata fantasizing about locking him in a shipping container and torturing him there for a year. so now each time the handsome and friendly delivery guy makes the deliveries ogata hides somewhere
ogata: does not work in the insane people department (sales) due to his introverted nature but has been to the tsurudinner which left him unhinged. is the IT guy backup (being the main IT guy means fixing people's computers which he doesn't care about) and is generally great, the company servers are thriving, the cloud is neat and orderly, nobody could complain. would not participate in a company party/nomikai with a gun to his head. leaves work exactly on time, not a minute later, for which everyone resents him (on top of being a creep and a weirdo and having bad vibes). women in the office have learnt to steer clear of him because way too often he claims he never received the important papers they have personally handed to him which has proven to be a problem on multiple occasions
kiroranke: terrible office flirt who knocked up at least two women and humbly paid for their abortions (#prochoice #malefeminist). has been pinning after both wilk and sofia (both are his superiors) for yearssss tho neither will give him the time of the day #sad. is some kind of sub-chief/second in command, not at the top of the food chain but not a nobody either, which is why his pleas of going to a union falls on deaf ears because for people higher than him it's against their interests, while people lower than him think they're too insignificant to be the catalysts of change and are simultaneously afraid of losing their jobs. loves threatening to call the labor standards inspection on his bosses each time they get out of line which is why they don't really like him, but he's too good at his job & knows what he's doing so they can't lay him off
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