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Burnt Honey ch. 10

poly141 x M!Omega!Reader

omegaverse

"You have been a member of Shadow Company and Phillip Graves' omega for years suffering at his hand until you meet the members of Task Force 141. They help you learn to love again while you help them destroy Shadow Company from the bottom up."

John "Soap" MacTavish/Reader, Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/Reader, John Price (Call of Duty)/Reader, John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley/Gary "Roach" Sanderson (past), Phillip Graves (Call of Duty)/Reader (toxic), Rodolfo Parra/Alejandro Vargas

be very aware of the tags and read them thoroughly. Major trigger warnings for graphic descriptions of male on male non-con/rape, manipulation, degradation (not the fun kind), and general abusive toxic sexual relations. These are not romanticized and very much harm Reader.

please take care of yourself if you are sensitive to these issues and still decide to proceed with reading this fic. I will not be held responsible for your actions after you read these warnings, okay?

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ఌ 𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐊

w.c › 7.4k

warnings › bottom male reader.

plot › A loanshark is terrorizing your community, so you try “scaring” him off. He thinks you’re a dumb fool who will make the perfect plaything after his last toy… unfortunately broke beyond repair.

kinks › manhandling, degradation, semi-pet play, dacryphilia

words to know › P/Phi (พี่) — title used for someone older, can also be a sibling. Nong (น้อง) — title used for someone younger, also for siblings. Khun (คุณ) — Mr/Ms/You. Hia (เฮีย) — “an older brother”, used mostly for an older male with Chinese ancestry. Sawatdee khrap/kha (สวัสดีครับ/สวัสดีค่ะ) — “hello”, khrap ending is for men, kha ending is for women.

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

「จะทำทุกๆอย่าง จะทำทุกๆทาง」

“Where’s the rest of the money, you little bitch?”

“What, are you waiting for that savior of yours?”

「ให้เธอได้รู้สึกอบอุ่นหัวใจไปกับฉัน」

“How deep should I cut, Boss?”

An uncomfortable silence filled the room. Everyone’s eyes focused on the man sitting on the makeshift bed in the apartment. Every item of any significant value trashed or pocketed in their pockets.

A pained gasp left the withering body in the middle of the room, his eye swelling black. Despite himself, his one good eye stared defiantly at the man sitting in the center of the room. Portraying a last ditch effort of strength.

The boss slowly rose up. Eyes followed him as his loafers stepped across broken class. The crunch filling the room as he stared down at his victim.

「แต่เราเพึ่งรู้จัก แค่มองด้วยสายตา」

He slowly reached into his pocket, pulling out a short blade. It shined underneath the blinking light from the ceiling. His gaze watched as the victim began to struggle against the lackey’s grip.

“Stop struggling. You’ll only make me enjoy this more,” the lackey whispered in the victim’s ears.

The victim could only watch as the boss handed over the short blade.

“Leave a mark.” Was all the boss said. He walked out to the open door. A group of residents stood nearby—the crowd quickly cowering at the sight of him. His head was held high as they bowed theirs, not even daring to catch a glimpse into his eyes.

A sharp piercing scream filled the apartment complex located in the slums of Chiang Mai, Thailand.

And the residents could only offer a prayer to his screams.

「มันทำให้ฉันนั้นรู้คีว่า จะเป็นเช่นไร」

A round of applause set off just as you finished your song. A wide grin spread on your lips. The applause was the best part of being a singer. To hear the appreciation for your artwork. You slide your guitar to rest on your back as you got off your stool.

“Thank you, Thank you. The last song was Everything by Scrubb. Enjoy the rest of your night everyone!”

You immediately got off stage and went to the bar’s owner. She was speaking to one of her employees before catching sight of you. A wide grin appeared on her lips as she began to shoo away the bartender to handle some customers.

“Nong~!” She cheered, engulfing you into a hug as soon as you were near. You eagerly returned the hug, giggling when she pressed a kiss on your cheeks—red lipstick now staining it. “You were great, as always. Let me get your pay for this week.”

“Thank you, P’Janine.” You bowed your head slightly, pressing your hands together. Janine handed over some money that she pulled out of her bra. You blinked but took the money away—used to her quirks by now.

Janine offered you a wide grin and only nodded, “of course, of course. Oh? Nong, I’ve heard you’ve been working extra shifts.” She said, a sudden seriousness to her expression. “You haven’t…” her voice trailed off, letting you connect the dots.

The people here were even scared to utter her name, as if she would appear behind them.

You frowned, “Phi” you said with an exasperated sigh, “why would I be dumb enough to borrow from her? I’m fine, I don’t need anything.”

“Is it for Plawan then? He hasn’t come visited me in a while, is he bored of me?” She whined, obviously trying to left the mood.

“Yea. Wan… His dad,” you shook your head. “He wouldn’t want me to blabber about his business.” You muttered.

Janine nodded. “Of course. Tell him to visit me soon. I always have a spot open for him to work here. I’ll pay him double!”

You grinned and nodded, “Okay, I’ll tell him. I better go now, it’s getting late.”

“Right, right. Go! Make sure to eat dinner! Stop skipping your meals!” Janine yelled just as you left the bar.

Your feet barely touched the ground as you sprinted over to your moped, immediately mounting it with ease. You hastily fastened your helmet and rolled the handles, blasting off to return home.

You made a sharp left and slide into your usual parking spot, killing the engine. There was a sinking feeling in your stomach.

And unfortunately, it was never wrong.

“Wan,” you called out before you even reached the fourth floor, frowning at the sight of his apartment door wide open. Inside, everything was trashed. Valuables all gone. You stepped inside, pausing when glass crunched underneath your sneakers.

“Plawan! Where are you?” You rushed to the only room of the apartment, pushing the door open to see it empty. “Wan..? Plawan?!”

“P’(Name)!”

A hushed voice suddenly called out. You walked out of the bedroom to see Star, a little girl that lived next door to Plawan. She was dressed in her elementary uniform still. Her hair messy from the neat pigtails you saw her with this morning.

“Star,” you sighed in relief, rushing over to her.

Star shushed you, motioning for you to lower your voice. “Come, P’Wan is with my mommy.” She grabbed your hand and began leading you to the apartment right next door. The apartment was bare with only old and fraying furniture.

Star’s drawings were plastered all over the walls, the one thing that breathed life into the decaying room. “Mommy!” Star called out, pulling you to the bedroom.

She pushed open the door and your sight was immediately set on Plawan lying down on the bed. He was badly beaten, a bandaged over his eye. Star’s mother, Pearl, glanced back at you with a glare, her body covering Plawan as if she was protecting him until she noticed it was just you.

“(Name),” she sighed, pulling away. Her hands were covered in blood, her blue nurse scrub darkened in certain areas. “I was able to stop the bleeding but he should visit a real hospital in case of internal bleeding. I heard from the neighbors that they were beating him for at least an hour.”

You frowned, pulling off your guitar as you placed it against the wall. Pearl moved away—giving you space.

“I would’ve left him in his room but… they broke the locks. I didn’t want him to stay in there.” She said, giving you a comforting smile. You tried your best to return it.

“I’ll take him to my room tomorrow.”

She nodded and walked away, guiding Star with her. As the door closed, you couldn’t help but sigh once more. Of course those loan sharks wouldn’t honor the deal they made. They were supposed to come tomorrow morning—not tonight.

“Hia…”

You gazed down at Plawan, sighing in relief to see him staring up at you. “Wan, are you okay? I didn’t think they’d come tonight, if I’d—”

“It’s okay.” Plawan muttered, his voice hoarse. “It’s not your fault. They’re loan sharks.”

“Yea.” You let out a bitter laugh. “True. What did they do? What did they take?”

“Everything. I was only able to keep my phone… so they can keep contacting me.” Plawan sighed. “They even took our photos, what are they gonna do with that?”

“Anything to torture you…”

“Hm.” He sighed, closing his eyes. “He came this time. Told them to mark me.”

“He?”

“The boss.”

You frowned. “He came? Your debt is hardly anything extravagant, you’re always on time.”

Plawan attempted to shrug only for him to curse, “ow… I don’t know, it felt like… it was to show the others just how scary he is. He hasn’t visited our complex in two years.”

“Wait, he told them to mark you?”

“Mhm. It’s on my chest.” He whispered, looking away from your stare.

Your eyes flickered to the bandage on the left side of his chest. All you could really do was just stare and possibly hope he would heal without a scar.

“And…” Plawan suddenly added, catching your attention.

“And?”

“My face. He… he ruined half of my face.”

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

1 year later

“Wan, what should we do with the ashes?” You asked, staring at the urn resting on the ground in front of you.

Plawan signed, pushing back his bangs. His left side of his face that had a jagged line running from his hairline down to his chin had finally healed after a full year. He frowned at the urn of his deceased father and glanced back over at you.

“Shouldn’t I just flush it down the toilet?”

“Hm, wouldn’t that clog the toilet? That thing can hardly handle your poop. You’re gonna give it a bigger shit to handle?” You joked, grinning at the slight laugh you earned from Plawan.

It was rare from him these days.

“Maybeeee,” you hummed, closing your eyes as you thought long and hard. “You can pour it over some of the loan sharks?”

Plawan frowned. “You can do that. I don’t talk to those bastards unless I have no choice.”

“Hm. I’ll do it for you, in honor of your dad being on his knees for those suits since he was a drunk.” You nodded, already having a plan of when to do it.

It wasn’t a shock that Plawan had developed a phobia over loan sharks. He practically froze up whenever they walked into the complex. Everyone living at the complex in someway owed debt to the same woman. After the incident a year ago, the big ‘boss’ that left a mark on Plawan hadn’t come back.

You wondered why he even came. The lackeys were already terrifying to most of the residents. It got to a point where they even flinched at the sight of any man in a suit. Plawan now being one of those unfortunate people.

He couldn’t even wear a suit for his father’s funeral. Though it wasn’t like the bastard deserved it. After his death, he managed to rack up a debt of 1,299,700 baht, an added 120,000 balance.

Just to think you and Plawan were almost out of those scumbags clutches. If only his father didn’t make his debt default to Plawan.

Plawan yawned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I think I’m going to go to bed, Hia. I’m tired.”

“Course. Want me to stay the night or go to my room?”

“You can go. I wanna be alone.”

You hummed, comfortingly patting his shoulder. As you got up, you grabbed the urn from the floor and walked out, closing the door behind you. The urn was heavy in your arm as you walked downstairs to the third floor.

Your free hand reached into your back pocket, fishing for your keys when a yell caught your attention. You looked behind yourself only to get slammed into as a man pushed past you. The urn’s lid popped open and fell to the ground, remains beginning to coat the concrete.

“Khun!” You called after the man, snarling. “Watch where you’re going!”

“Move!”

A deep voice yelled. You were harshly pushed onto the ground as three loan sharks chased after the man. The urn shattered beneath you, the shards cutting into your skin. You hissed at the pain and immediately pulled away, blood and human remains now coating you.

“Seriously…” you whispered to yourself, dusting off the ashes. Your left hand’s palm was cut open, dripping blood onto the ground. You quickly tried to wipe the ashes off the hand so the wound wouldn’t get infected. “Those suits.. no respect.. should’ve thrown this stupid asshole at them.”

As you continued cursing out Plawan’s father’s ashes, footsteps echoed behind you. You glanced behind yourself to see a man dressed in a white button up and black slacks. Another man stood behind him, dressed oddly casual in comparison.

The casual man, dressed in a black wife beater and jean pants, stared you down, “who are you?” He asked, his eyes narrowing at you suspiciously. “Did you just move in?”

You glared at the man, shocked at his audacity to use casual speech in reference to you, “Hey, it’s ‘Khun’ not ‘mung.’ Why should I tell you anyway? You’re not the landlord.”

“What did you just say?” The man growled, looking ready to cross over to you when the other man held his hand up. Like a dog, the man stopped in his tracks.

“Huh? Are you his mutt?” You couldn’t help but whisper, moving to stand up.

“Hope,” the other man said, ignoring what you said, “make sure they catch him.”

“But—” Hope muttered, his glare focused solely on you. He didn’t want to let you disrespect him without any consequences.

“It wasn’t a suggestion.”

That shut Hope up immediately. He slightly bowed his head and immediately walked away, leaving you with the other man. You raised an eyebrow—wondering if it would be smart to even talk to this man after seeing how easily he commanded another.

You glanced down at the mess around you, sighing. The cut in your hand burned. You had the ashes of a deadbeat coating your clothing, you were pretty sure you could even taste a bit of it.

“You’re not in debt.” The man suddenly said, catching your attention.

“Huh?” You whispered, glancing up at him.

“I know everyone who lives in this complex. You’re not in debt, so why do you live here?”

“Oh. You’re a loan shark.” You rolled your eyes, no longer interested in figuring the guy out. “No, I’m not in debt. So you don’t scare me. Just go focus on getting your money.”

“I don’t scare you?” He asked, tilting his head slightly. You got a good look at him and was almost disappointed. A good looking guy being a loan shark, a shame. His black hair looked silky smooth, probably soft to the touch. A strong nose and almond eyes that were naturally scrutinizing you without even moving.

It was as if his neutral face was scary, no, scary felt juvenile to describe his neutral face. It was unsettling.

As if he couldn’t emote.

The thought of him smiling sent shivers down your spine.

You stepped back. Sure, he had no reason to do anything to you. But loan sharks weren’t exactly known for being law abiding citizens. And this one didn’t seem like a lackey at all. He seemed to be someone of higher status. Only an idiot would mess with someone like that.

“As you can see,” you whispered, waving at your soiled clothing. “I need to get cleaned up. Excuse me.”

His eyes flickered down to your clothing. They slowly trailed up your entire body to your face, staring at you as if he was taking you in. You felt like a mouse, staring at a cat was its tail slowly began to sway, their pupils dilating.

If you stayed here any longer, you were sure you would be eaten alive.

You quickly turned around and tried to keep a brisk pace while walking away.

“You’re staying here for someone.”

Your body froze.

“Plawan Nakhun Laedeke.”

It felt as if time was frozen. He knew Plawan’s full name.

“His father recently died. The service was today, if my memory serves me well. Shame the ashes met a fate on the dirty ground.”

You glanced back at the man, fighting the urge to punch him right in the face. “What? Are you threatening me?” You walked right back over to him, your fists clutching on your sides.

He didn’t flinch even as you got close to him, his hands still resting in his pockets. “Move out. Only residents in debt to Khun Lily stay here.”

“No.” You answered without a second thought. “I’d be a fool to leave Plawan with someone like you and your mutts.”

“You may think staying close helps, but you weren’t able to him save a year ago, were you?”

You blinked, staring up at the man in shock. The dots connected immediately as you subconsciously stepped back. It was him. The boss that ordered Plawan’s humiliation. Anger bubbled up inside you—your past fear all gone at the thought of finally getting revenge for Plawan.

“No. I’m not leaving, I’m staying right here. You’ll have to drive me out,” you said, glaring at the monster in front of you. With a shaky hand, your voice threatening to crack, you pressed your bloody hand right on his crisp white shirt.

His eyes immediately glanced down at your hand. You took a deep breath, leaning in closer as you dragged your hand down his chest. Blood coated the shirt, soiling it with blood and ashes.

“I’m not one to back down.” You whispered, pulling your hand away. “Try to learn more about me, try to make me scared of you, none of it’ll work. I’ll stay by Plawan’s side until the day I die.”

You quickly took a large step backwards, eyes wide as you tried thinking about what you just did. What you just said. Needing to get away, you only shook your head and walked away—leaving the broken urn and ashes of a deadbeat on the floor.

“Saint,” Hope sighed, walking up the stairs. His face was twisted in anger as he wiped off blood that coated his cheek. “I managed to get him—not sure if he’s still alive though.”

Saint kept his gaze in your retreating back, taking note of which direction you went. He looked back at Hope and hummed. “So long as you got the money.”

“Mhm, of—woah, woah, what the hell happened to your shirt?” Hope blinked in shock, seeing the bloody hand print that was on Saint’s shirt.

“Hm,” Saint reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “My first gift from a new plaything. You’ll start collecting money from Plawan Nakhun Laedeke.”

“Huh, Plawan? I thought Drake was handling him.”

Saint only had to give Hope a look before the man quickly nodded. He hummed and began typing in his phone. “Don’t just collect the debt, get close to him. I need to know information about that friend he keeps around.”

Hope nodded. “Okay. What happened to your last one, bored already?”

A slight chuckle left Saint’s lips as he began walking downstairs, not waiting to see if Hope would follow. Everyone followed him.

“You could say that.”

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

Plawan sighed, staring at the bucket of ice in front of him. The sound of music was beginning to bother him. Why did P’Janine like playing English rock music on Sunday’s? She was a bit too eccentric for his liking. The loud instruments were begging to give him a headache.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose as he finally grabbed the scooper, shoveling some ice into the glass nearby him. The patrons were talking amongst themselves behind him—speaking louder so they could each other over the music.

“Here, call me if you want more.” Plawan said, giving a faint smile as he handed the drink over.

After another hour or so, the music finally wined down to some American R&B. Plawan sighed in relief. A few patrons began leaving—it being a Sunday night after all.

“See ya, Plawan!”

“Bye.” He nodded towards the door, not making effort to look over.

“Plawan,” Janine came over, a grin on her lips. “I think I might close a little early. There’s hardly anyone here. You can start cleaning up. If anyone walks in tell them we’re closing.”

“Okay.” He waved her off, just happy to make it home quick. His phone rang just as he began putting away the bottles. It was you. “Hello, Hia? Need something?”

“What do you want for dinner?” Your voice was cheery. “I’m stopping by this Chinese shop that recently opened up. It’s the real deal, I can make a traditional dinner that my mom taught me.”

Plawan hummed. “Okay. Anything is okay.”

“Hm, okay. What time are you getting home? Should I do my apartment or yours?”

“Let’s—”

“Scotch whisky.”

Plawan frowned, looking back to see a man near the bar. The man placed his empty glass on the hardwood as he stared at Plawan. Every bone in Plawan’s body immediately stiffened.

“Excuse me?” Plawan managed to mutter, staring at the man in confusion.

The man pointed at the bottle in Plawan’s hand, “before you put it away, pour me some.”

“What happened, Wan?”

Your voice suddenly cut through, gaining Plawan’s attention. He turned his back to the man and sighed slightly, calming his nerves.

“It’s okay, Hia (Name). I’m at work, I’m supposed to get off at 11 pm. It’s only a thirty minute walk back to the apartment. P’Janine should be in her office.” He breathed out.

You were silent for a second. “Okay. 11:30 pm. No later than that. Meet me at my apartment.”

Plawan hung up the call and stuffed his phone back into his pocket. He debated what he should say to the man but decided to just to satisfy him. With a shaky breath, he slowly turned back to face the stranger. His footsteps felt heavy as he walked over and poured a generous amount in the man’s glass.

“It’s quite dark in here.” The man suddenly said as Plawan kneeled down to put the bottle in the cabinet. “Does the owner like it dark? I can hardly see your face.”

“I..” Plawan coughed, standing up as he kept his gaze down, switching to polite speech. “I don’t think it’s necessary to see the bartender’s face. If that’s all, I’ll settle your tab. We’re closing early tonight.”

“I heard. But there’s no need to settle a tab. Just put it under Khun Lily’s checking.”

Plawan only nodded. The man was a loan shark. Only a loan shark would say that… but usually one of higher standing. Plawan began to busy himself, feeling the man watch his every move.

“It’s interesting. From what the others described you as, you aren’t like anything I imagined. Or really remember.” The man downed his drink, resting his glass on the hardwood with a particularly heavy force. Plawan flinched from the sound, his body freezing.

“What did they say, you would fight with us sometimes. You were often held back by that friend of yours. Did one little visit from my boss put you in your place?” He laughed as he pushed away the bar.

Plawan quickly moved to the other side of the bar, checking the stock, mentally taking note of which liquor that needed to be replenished. Foot steps behind him caught his attention as the overhead lights were suddenly turned on.

“Wha—?”

A hand grabbed his shoulder and roughly spun him around, slamming into the wall behind him. The bottles shook and clinked against each other. One slid right off its shelving and came tumbling down. It shattered on the ground, somehow able to drown out the music.

With the lights finally on, Plawan was able to get a good look at the man in front of him. Messy black hair with fox like eyes. He had a single earring in his right ear. Compared to the other loan sharks, he looked like a delinquent—different to the type of style she usually wanted her men to have.

Did being a higher up means you didn’t have to follow the uniform?

“He really did fuck you up.” The man laughed, staring at the scar on Plawan’s face. His hand slowly reached out to grab his chin. Plawan quickly looked away—shame and embarrassment pooling in his stomach.

Janine was nice enough to keep the lights low whenever he worked his shift. The patrons were smart enough to not question it. To think he’d be getting made fun of like a kid in high school by a loan shark.

The man scoffed, harshly gripping Plawan’s chin as he forced him to look at him. “Are you five? Do you plan on hiding in the dark for the rest of your life? What, feeling self pity for yourself?”

Plawan glared at the man but it hardly packed any punch. He was all out of anger by now. Because the man was right, Plawan did pity himself. Only someone like him would get stuck with a dead father who drowned him in debt over liquor and gambling.

“I want to see you.” The man suddenly said, his free hand coming to rest right near Plawan’s head. Plawan blinked as he tried to ask what the man was insinuating but he was shushed by the tight grip moving to his jaw. “It must’ve been, ages since I last saw you. You don’t remember me at all?”

Plawan frowned, reaching his free hand to press against the man’s chest. He tried to push him away with as much strength as possible but the man hardly budged.

The man let out a breathless sigh, his gaze felt as if he was drowning Plawan. He was staring at Plawan with a sort of fondness that he wasn’t used to. Maybe you would stare at him lovingly sometimes but it was family like.

This… This was filled with tenderness and a type of warmth Plawan didn’t think was possible for someone like him.

Plawan stiffened as the man’s hand slowly loosened its grip on his jaw, his thumb pressing against his lips. He pressed down on his bottom lip, parting them open. Plawan stared up at the man in shock—wondering what type of humiliation was this supposed to be.

“I want you, Plawan. Even with the burn marks on your arms.” He leaned down and captured Plawan’s lips into a searing kiss. Plawan’s hands tightened their grip on the man’s shirt as his eyes widen.

How’d he—?

The kiss was hungry, as if the man was kissing Plawan like he’d never get to ever again. Plawan reached up and tightly squeezed the man’s nose, gasping when his lips were finally free.

The man cursed, rubbing the tip of his nose as he slightly glared at Plawan. But it hardly felt scary—just a glare you’d give a loved one after they slightly pissed you off.

“Plawan—”

“P’Hope?” Plawan cut him off, knowing there was only two people in the world who knew about his burn marks.

You….

And his ex-boyfriend.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

“Where is he?” You frowned, watching the clock on your phone. It was reaching 11:20 pm. It couldn’t really take thirty minutes to walk back home.

You were sitting at the small water fountain in the center of the complex. The complex used to be more luxurious until the original owner crossed paths with Lily. After that, it went downhill. At least that’s what people that have lived here for over thirty years attest.

You only moved here for Plawan. Your family wasn’t rich or even comfortable by any means. They just never got into debt by pure luck. You knew many people who unfortunately fell for loan sharks for medical debt, house loans, and other financial crisis.

To say your parents didn’t want you to move here was an understatement. But you’d do anything for Plawan. Your mom joked that he was practically your son, even if you were only two years older than him.

It was the least you could do for him, at least that’s how you thought about it.

You tapped away at your phone—debating if it’d be smart to call him again. Loan sharks wouldn’t usually follow you to work unless you leave them no choice. But they didn’t follow their own rules half of the time.

“Waiting for someone?”

An immediate frown pulled in your lips at that voice. You hadn’t seen him for over a month now—almost believing you imagined the whole situation.

“Why are you here?” You managed to whisper, still not able to look him in the eye. “Collecting late night debt?”

The man only hummed as he walked over to you, sitting down on the edge of the fountain. You immediately scooted over. He let out a humorless chuckle. Great, you certainly showed him that you didn’t fear him at all.

“(Name) Piniwat.”

“Scary, you know my name now. Should I search for yours now too?”

“Saint.”

You scoffed. “Your parents were funny giving you that name.”

“They were no saints themselves.”

You rolled your eyes and checked your phone again. “Where’s your lackeys?” The time read 11:28 pm.

“Why, did you want an audience?”

“Audience?” You finally looked over at Saint, seeing him look straight ahead as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He was calm as he lit it up with a lighter—leaving you to just stare at him in confusion.

Whatever goes on in that man’s head wasn’t something you wanted to really learn more about it. It must be like opening a Pandora’s box.

Seeing no point in entertaining him any longer, you moved to stand up only for his hand to grab the back of your collar. A gasp left your lips as you stared at him shock.

One minute you were staring at him—the next, you were underwater.

His left hand held your collar, the right gripped your neck. Your hand dropped your phone onto the ground as you immediately gripped at his arms and shoulders. They travelled frantically across his body.

You took a deep breath just as he brought you back up. Your chest heaved as you greedily took in as much air your lungs could bear. Saint stared down at you, his cigarette between his lips. Smoke blew from his nose as he let out a slight chuckle.

“You look good wet.” He said just as he dunked you back into the fountain.

Your legs flailed, sneakers scrapping against the concrete as you dug your nails into his arms. You tried to keep your lips closed to prevent yourself from drowning but it was easier said than done.

He pulled you out with just one hand, tightly grasping your t-shirt. His gaze was neutral as he watched you gasp for air.

“I’ll give you one more chance,” his voice didn’t waver as he kneeled down close, your nose bumping into his. “Leave or I’ll have my fun with you.”

You gritted your teeth, mustering your best glare. Your body was shivering now due to the cool air that swirled around you. “I’ll never abandon Plawan.”

Saint leaned away, pulling the cigarette away from his mouth. He blew out a puff a smoke and sighed. The cigarette fell to the floor as he stepped on it with his loafers.

“You’re already more fun than he was.” He said.

Water filled your lungs. This time his hand was pushing down at your neck, applying pressure. You couldn’t think straight and began panicking. Your body shook and flailed against his as you essentially fought for your life.

The thought of being murdered in a fountain that hadn’t been cleaned in years was an embarrassing thought.

But it was less than the fear of leaving Plawan alone with someone as sick and twisted as Saint.

Just as it felt like you were losing the fight, you were harshly pulled out. Your t-shirt had tore from the force of his strength. It was an old thing—no wonder it tore so easily. Your chest was fully free to the cool air as you coughed and heaved.

A hand cradled your head, holding it high just as you felt yourself being lifted up. You coughed, spitting out water and spit onto your chest. Your eyes struggled to stay open as footsteps filled your head.

You took another greedy gasp for air, resting your head against the solid wall you were pressed against. It felt warm. You could’ve sworn you were hearing a heartbeat. The rhythmic sound of a beating heart brought a sense of peace.

Your hand shakily pressed against the wall, your finger beginning to tap in harmony with the beating.

“Wan…” You whispered as your body officially lost the battle against the fatigue.

“High school sweethearts? Hm. If it works, it works. Whatever you do with Plawan is none of my concern—so long as you do your work. Do I have him? Mhm, I took him for a swim, he didn’t disappoint.”

Don’t be too harsh? If he breaks too early then it’ll be his fault. Did you get a copy of his key? No, I’m not at the complex. Why would I willingly stay there? Am I keeping him here?”

Can’t say. He’s currently listening in. If you’re waiting until I fall asleep—no need. The door can’t be unlocked without a key.”

Saint ended the phone call, watching as you quickly burrowed yourself underneath the comforter. He couldn’t help but smirk slightly. Were you stupid? Possibly.

He carelessly tossed his phone onto the nightstand beside him and got up from the chair. He had brought you back here after you fainted. His apartment. It wasn’t lavish by any means but it was decorated with furniture that only someone with money could afford.

The bed slowly dipped as Saint leaned onto the bed, hovering over you. He stared at you before pulling down the comforter, enjoying the surprised look on your face.

Your eyes were wide—body curled into yourself. But even then, he could tell that you had a growing anger in your eyes. Good, you would be fun.

“Did you collect any useful information?” Saint asked, sitting down on the bed. His hand slowly moving to brush your hair. “Unfortunately for you, your movement quickened at the mention of Plawan. He really is your weakness.”

You mustered a glare, moving to sit up. “Don’t touch me. It’s not a weakness to care about someone.”

Saint hummed, he moved his hand away. His eyes flickered to your neck. “It’s lightweight.”

“Huh?” You glanced down before touching your neck, noticing a collar was there. Your fingers tried to tug underneath it but it was as if it was stuck to your skin. “What—what the hell is this?”

“Don’t speak so loudly—it’s 3 am.” He reached over and pushed your hands away, looping his finger around a metallic item hanging off the collar. “Skin tight, you can hardly feel it. Does it scare you?”

“Take it off.”

“Hm. The padlock is small, to break it, you’d have to be careful to not accidentally cut yourself.” He continued, ignoring your words. “Though, if I find you with it off,” his voice lowered as his hand gripped your hair, pulling you in close harshly. “I’ll dispose of you.”

Saint released his grip on you, glancing back at his phone once it began to ring. You coughed slightly and rubbed the back of your head. He was insane—to think he actually collared you like a dog. You were his mutt, just like that Hope guy.

“Hm? He wants to talk?”

You flinched when he tapped your cheek, glancing over to see him hold up his phone. He lazily shook his phone when you didn’t make any attempt to grab it. Deciding to keep him as calm as possible—you grabbed the phone.

“Hia?”

“Plawan?!” You yelled, a wide grin immediately spreading on your lips. “Where are you? Are you okay? Did you make it home?”

“Mhm. I’m okay. I got home by midnight… you weren’t at the fountain.” Plawan sighed slightly. “I’m sorry. I dragged you into this mess—he has you, right?”

You glanced over at Saint, seeing him tilt his head at your gaze. He looked unfazed by your eyes. You quickly looked away. “It’s ok. I can handle myself. Who are you with? They aren’t bothering you, yea?”

“Plawan is the safest he can be right now. Hope wouldn’t hurt his little boyfriend,” Saint suddenly chimed in. “Oh, of course, unless I tell him to. Maybe then you should be worried.”

“You…” You glared at Saint, wanting nothing more to strangle him to death. “Little boyfriend? Did you sell Plawan into—” the thought made you sick to your stomach that you couldn’t even finish it.

“Hia! It’s not like that.” Plawan quickly placated you. “I know Khun Hope.”

“Khun Hope?” A voice said, startling Plawan. “I’m suddenly Khun Hope?”

You frowned. That voice sounded familiar. “That mutt guy?” You whispered, hearing Plawan say something to Hope that you couldn’t decipher.

“I’m ok, Hia (Name). There was a pearl on the ground that I came across earlier. Before I came home I saw a black bird and this guy selling pig meat so late at night, weird right?”

“Mhm.” Pearl, Nok, and Muu. You let out a slight sigh in relief. Those three would be able to watch that mutt for you. Until you found a way out at least. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow. Tell that mutt that if you have any new scars I’ll kill him.”

Plawan laughed slightly. “Okay. Do you want shrimp for dinner?”

Gung. “Yea. Make sure to buy it in the morning. It gets sold out quickly.”

You sighed just as the phone call ended. It hardly did anything to bring you any sense of relief but it was better than nothing.

Saint hummed beside you. “Tomorrow? You think you’ll be going home tomorrow?”

“Yes. Do I have to ask?”

“You enjoy acting like a brat,” Saint said, taking his phone from your hand. “Fine. You can go home tomorrow. It’s like aftercare.”

“Aftercare?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Just let me go to bed.” You moved to lay back down when Saint gripped your arm.

“I’m interested in you.”

You blinked, staring at Saint with a confused expression. “Wha, What do you mean interested?”

Saint gazed down at your arm, his grip loosening as he moved down to your wrist. He gripped your wrist and pulled it close to his face. His thumb pressing down onto the edge of your palm.

“I’m interested in seeing how you’ll react to pain. Interested in why you risked everything for one boy. The way the blood flows through your veins.”

“I’m not a science experiment.” You tried to pull your hand away but his grip only tightened.

“Mhm. More like a toy. I’ll enjoy you until you break.”

“Then you’ll be dealing with me until you get bored.”

Saint looked away from your wrist. He reached over and grasped your shirt. You flinched and wondered what he could be doing when he pulled the already tattered shirt further apart.

You tried pulling away again as he harshly pushed you onto the bed, moving to hover over you. His bangs almost tickled your forehead. His eyes stared down at you—he was silent as he seemingly took in your face.

“Even in submission,” he whispered, releasing your shirt, his hand resting on your collarbone. “You glare at me.” His hand slowly tightened its grip before shooting up, grasping your neck.

A choked gasp left you. He mad no effort to tighten his grip. His gaze simply watching your reaction.

“I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of being scared.” You grunted out.

Saint hummed, releasing your hand as he reached into his pants pocket. “It’s good that you don’t. Then it wouldn’t be fun.” Your eyes narrowed at the moment just as he pulled out a switchblade.

Any feeling of defiance was long gone. Your eyes widen in terror as you began thrashing underneath him. Your hands pushing at his chest, your legs kicking and trying to help you use your lower body to toss him off.

The thought of the knife touching your skin terrified you to death. A slight wet whimper left your throat. You were awaiting the cool blade to touch your skin. Until you noticed he had stopped moving.

You slowly opened your eyes, having not realized they had closed. His hair tickled your nose as he stared down at you. The knife was no where to be found. His hand was empty. The only thing you received was a slight calculated smirk on his lips.

“Thought so.” He said, reaching up to wipe away your tears with his thumb. You hadn’t even noticed that you were crying. “You’re scared deep down.”

“What is wrong with you?” You managed to grit out, your voice shaky.

“Many things. Though if I told you,” he leaned down, his breath tickling your ear. “I’d have to kill you. I’m still Khun Lily’s mutt, that’s what you call us, right?”

You watched as he pulled away. A mutt? Saint didn’t say anything else, getting up and began to taking off his suit.

“What do you mean?”

“What I said.” Saint bluntly said, tossing his tie on the chair. “What, do you really think I call the shots here?” For the first time since you’ve seen him, his face actually contorted into a human expression. One eyebrow rose, eyes wider, a jester like grin on his lips.

He turned his back to you, slipping off his button up. Your eyes widen at the sight—scars, burn marks, and something that resembled a whip, coated his back. They were healed but a few looked recent.

“You’re my toy for a reason.” He said, turning over to face you after having his pajama shirt on. “I’m Khun Lily’s toy, it’s only fair I get to have my own to relieve some stress. I think I’m quite nicer than how she treats her own.”

Saint sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He began to unbuckle his pants. You couldn’t help but watch. There were the same marks littered all over his legs. The sight made you question the rest of his body.

Compared to the other loan sharks, Saint wore a button up that covered his neck. You didn’t get to see his arms as he changed—too focused on the shocking sight of his back. Was there scars all over him?

Just how dangerous was Khun Lily?

“I get it.” You said, watching Saint. “You’re already damaged goods so you just want to make others hurt just like you. What, do you don’t feel lonely, huh?”

Saint didn’t say anything, continuing on with his routine. He diligently put away the knives that were hidden in his pants, jacket, tie, socks, and shoes in a drawer. You were uncomfortable at the fact he could hide so many so easily.

You scowled at the lack of reaction. Just because you were technically under his thumb right now didn’t mean you couldn’t push back. You slipped out of the bed and walked over to where he was.

“I should’ve known that some loan sharks might’ve had their own debts. How much do you owe her? More than Plawan’s debt? Since you essentially sold your body to her.”

No reaction. You almost pouted.

Saint began folding his pants and shirt, placing them on the chair. You groaned in frustration and reached over, roughly pulling his shoulder. He looked back at you with a slightly raised eyebrow as you began pushing him back against the wall.

“I’m not the first person to say that, huh?” You asked, glaring up at him. “Others must call you a whore behind your back—”

“Is this your attempt at provoking me?”

“You know the answer.”

Saint hummed, crossing his arms across his chest. “I’ll give you this—no one has ever been brave enough to say that to my face.”

“I have more than just words.” You said. Your hand moved up to hold the back of his head as you pulled him into a kiss. Saint immediately uncrossed his arms and gripped your shoulders. Without much effort, he pushed you away.

You stared up at him in confusion. “What? Isn’t this what you wanted out of a toy? Sexual pleasure? Is it not fun if it’s not forced onto me?”

Saint glowered at you. “I don’t have sex with toys.” He harshly gripped your face, pushing you with just one hand. You gripped his hand as you glared at him, forced to move back towards the bed. “Sex is pointless. When I could gain satisfaction from seeing you plead for your life.”

Sex is pointless? You blinked, the cogs in your brain turning.

He’s a virgin.

“Was I your first kiss?” You muttered, fighting the urge to smirk if he wasn’t squeezing your face.

Saint scoffed, pushing you down on the bed. “Why, would that make you happy?”

You grunted at the force. His answer was all you really needed as you smirked up at him. You leaned further back on the bed, purposely spreading your legs to allow your shorts to ride up.

“More than happy.” You whispered, catching his gaze flickering down your thighs. But any slight of arousal you thought he would show was nowhere to be seen. He almost looked bored at the sight as he simply shook his head and walked off to the bathroom.

You had a plan to survive Saint and get him and the other loan sharks off Plawan’s back.

You’d get him to fall for you.

Or at the very least, get him obsessed with you.

Shouldn’t be hard enough… right?

lol. Plot twist? Don’t worry, he’s gonna get freaky later. Just wanted to do a little set up. If yall liked Plawan’s PoV, I’ll add a bit more next time, but I’ll make sure he doesn’t take over you. Ask to be tagged for part 2

ps. Nok, Muu, and Gung is the word for bird, pig, and shrimp in Thai. These can also be someone’s nickname. Pearl is already mentioned. But Plawan is basically hinting that Nok, Muu, and Pearl (residents at the complex) saw Plawan get home and know that Hope is with him, meaning they’ll keep an eye out. Him telling Gung is for part 2~

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Chapter 4 - Hightail

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Bandit Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x Bounty Hunter M!Reader

𝐱: alternate universe - western, canon-typical violence, a nod to poly!141 (because i literally can't help myself), 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈 (2.6k words)

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Gaz was fast, slipping just out of reach before being snatched. You lunged for him, fingers grazing air, and—

Shit.

Your boot skidded over loosened earth, the momentum pulling your balance from under you. The ground came up hard. Adrenaline blanketed the sharp pain as your knee took the force.

You pushed yourself up, breath ragged, pulse hammering under your skin.

Instinct brought your dominant hand to your gun, swiftly pulling it out of its holster to take aim and shoot. Your index pressed over the trigger lightly. Your entire being screamed at you to do it, to make this easier by taking the shot. 

The ‘bang’ never came; you weren’t the type to cut corners. Gaz was already crossing the yard as you gathered yourself, running toward the treeline behind the house. Away from the road you came from. 

Pomona. Your only chance of catching up was to get to her now.

What are the odds, you thought grimly. Your knee throbbed as you ran through the bushes in a blur of snapping twigs and trampled undergrowth. Still reeling from your talk with the Clarkes, you couldn’t be less prepared for this than you were now; you’d practically stumbled onto Gaz by pure, dumb luck. 

It was time to make that luck count.

Your fingers barely registered the grip on the saddle as you hauled yourself onto Pomona’s back, muscles tight with urgency. Your mission came back to you, more clearly than when you’d first received the orders: Track Garrick. Bring him back alive.

“Let’s go, girl!” you barked, snapping the reins. Pomona surged forward with a mighty neigh, kicking up grass as you raced against time.

—

A shrill whistle split the air as Gaz called for backup. His legs burned with the effort to push harder, run faster, move further. His hat nearly ripped free, caught only by the wind strings around his neck as he tore across the backyard. 

The haul was long forgotten on the porch.

He shoved through wild foliage. The sting of the branches clawing at his arms was hardly felt past the pounding of his heart. Breaking from the brushwood, lungs raw from the sprint, panic gnawed at the edges of his mind.

Ghost had to be nearby, hopefully, finished with his drop-off and waiting for Gaz to return. Nothing in their plans prepared for crossing a bounty hunter…the Hunter of the Homelands…but it should have. 

Especially after the ambush. 

Gaz blinked away tears as dirt and sweat pricked his eyes, focusing instead on his path, retracing every desperate step. His breath came fast, shallow and rasping against the dryness in his throat as he crested the hill. He slowed to a stop, but his eyes searched frantically.

Windsor stood right where he’d left him, ears flicking at the sound of his approach. Ghost was gone.

Gaz hunched over himself, unable to catch his breath or his thoughts. Dread lanced sharply through his ribs, deeper than the exhaustion falling over his muscles.

He raked his fingers through his short, coarse hair, pressing into his scalp. A growl of frustration turned his throat sore. This wasn’t right. 

If he hadn’t pushed…if he hadn’t made Price move them early—

The world around him felt still. The usual hum of the land settled into something unnatural, pressing in on his ears. A lone birdsong trilled overhead, too delicate against the thick air.

Gaz wiped his hand over his forehead and stood upright, inhaling deeply. There was no use in punishing himself now. Not when there was still time to fix this. He needed to clear the area, find Ghost, and regroup with the others.

He clicked his tongue, feeling like sandpaper against the roof of his mouth. The sound ushered Windsor closer and he swung into the saddle. The leather reins felt damp under his grip, his gloves sticking to sweat-slick palms, but he held fast. 

Gaz looked over his shoulder. Nothing. No movement, aside from the wind slipping through the canopy of leaves. No hunter.

He purred Windsor forward, sending them flying in the other direction. 

—

If Gaz could get the hunter off his trail before making it back to camp, it would offer them enough time to gather what little they owned and leave.

They hadn’t yet planned where they’d migrate to—probably head further west, where it was quiet. It wasn’t like he had family out there waiting for his return. No lover to kiss away the aches of his exploits.

If he got back, he could probably get a favor out of Soap for narrowly avoiding capture. Maybe Ghost could, if he were up for it—

Gaz blinked hard, dry from the rushing wind. He needed to focus on finding Ghost.

He whistled again, hoping against the unfavorable odds that Ghost was close enough to hear him. When there wasn’t a call in return, Gaz pushed on harder.

He cut to the left, changing course to keep the hunter off his tracks, and kept riding. He checked over his shoulder every few steps, checking that he wasn’t being followed.

Thundering steps overlapped his own as another rider closed in on him, making Gaz jump out of his skin as they drew closer. He had been ready to pull out his gun, but the dingy white of skeletal face brought an unsuspecting comfort.

“Jesus Christ, Riley,” he lamented, voice rough. He glanced over with a frown, gripping the reins harder. “I thought he fucking got you.”

Ghost pushed his horse to match Windsor’s speed. “What happened?”

“The drop-off went pear-shaped. I don’t know if it was planned, or not.” They rode out of the woods, entering a sprawling plain, exposed. “The Hunter was there. Would’ve shot me too, if I hadn't hauled ass.”

“The Hunter.”

Gaz looked over to see that Ghost was already staring, eyes giving away nothing behind his usual ensemble. They rode silently for a minute, giving Gaz time to sort out his thoughts. 

But he didn’t need to vocalize his worries to Ghost. The man understood with an unnerving certainty what they needed to do, and with a silent command, led Gaz through their getaway.

—

Light sliced through the canopy in fractured rays. The chase had a pulse, a rhythm you melted into as you threaded between branches and jagged rock.

You leaned in, whispering to Pomona, encouraging her speed and feeling the muscles coil beneath you. 

At some point you began to bleed, catching a glimpse of crimson blossoming through your jeans, the warmth of it running down your shin. Your knee was pounding now, reminding you of your misstep, and what would be at stake if Gaz escaped.

Gone, but not hard to follow. Hoof prints snaked through the wild, fresh and deep. Gaz was pushing hard to get away. That meant he wasn’t too far. 

The world narrowed to the line of tracks and your throbbing pulse. Everything else—trees, houses, the fabric sticking to your skin—fell away with every strong gallop.

Just beyond the next rise, leaving behind the wooded homes of impoverished Longshire, you saw a flash of movement. A shape, and then another, trailed by a thin cloud of dust. 

Two horses ran ahead of you with great power, the broad shadows of the men riding them catching your attention.

Gaz had a head start, riding atop a muscled, seal brown horse. You narrowed your eyes on him, measuring the distance as you pushed to close in. 

You couldn’t risk Gaz getting hurt, so shooting wasn't an option—which conflicted with everything you trained for. A hand reached down for your lasso, instead. 

Closer now, you rode behind the two in a triangular formation. You could practically taste the sweat staining the back of Gaz's shirt, hear his ragged breathing in tandem with your own. 

The man on your left glanced over his shoulder, light reflecting off the material of the skull mask. He rode atop a blue Thoroughbred, strength and mystery rippling from them both in waves.

Simon Riley, the Ghost. You gritted your teeth.

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” you shouted over the thundering horses. “We can be civilized!”

Ghost slowed the Thoroughbred enough to fall back from Gaz, keeping you behind. His eyes were intense behind the mask, pitless under the shadow of his hat. You were lost in them, missing the swift movement of his hand.

“Fat fuckin’ chance,” he growled, lifting a pistol to your eye level. 

You steered to the right, ears ringing as the shot went off. Unable to tame her fear, Pomona deviated from your target and attacker.

“No,” you shouted desperately. You demanded control, gripping her bridles to slow the mare. You brought Pomona to a skidding stop, having to hold on tightly as she pivoted anxiously. In a flurry of movement, you looked to your right, flinching as Ghost adjusted his aim, ready to fire again.

“Ghost!” It was Gaz, calling off his man with a frantic request. You watched the two make a break for it, using your horse as a distraction. Ghost lowered his pistol as they rode past, but his eyes remained on you. Daring you to follow. 

You took the challenge, kicking Pomona into a gallop. One hand gripped the rope from where it was tied on the saddle. You worked your wrist to untangle it, adjusting the knot as you closed the distance.

You were so determined, so focused on Ghost and Gaz and the chase, that you hadn’t paid attention to where the men were leading you. It wasn’t until you heard the bellowing of an incoming train that pieces of the world began to fall back into place with a crushing momentum.

Your shoulders tensed as you watched the two push their horses harder, further from you and closer to the railroad tracks. The train moved slowly from this distance, but you knew better.

There wasn’t a horse in this world that could outrun a train. But Gaz continued forward with Ghost right by his side. Your grip loosened around the rope.

Gaz looked back, eyes blown with a wild decisiveness you’d never seen in a man before. If they wouldn’t stop, you wouldn’t either.

The train was deafening this close, its engine’s roar filling the space between your ribs. Pomona huffed with each gallop, her stamina dropping, anxiety rising. You cursed as the distance grew.

“Don’t do this!” Your warning went unheard or ignored. They kept going, their horses seeming unafraid. Unlike your own, who was beginning to slow her pace.

You didn’t want to see the gores of men and horses painting the railroad, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away as they neared the tracks. 

Even as you yanked Pomona to a halt, you watched—equally annoyed and concerned—as Ghost and Gaz took the leap, the massive train walling them off on the other side.

—

When he felt he was a safe distance from the tracks, Gaz made Windsor stop. His body shook from the adrenaline. Ghost slowed beside him, watching with a silent curiosity.

“That was bloody close,” Gaz breathed. His laughter was humorless, bordering on hysterical. “I’m mean…for fucks sake, Simon.”

“Gave us some breathing room, didn’t it?” Ghost reasoned, adjusting on his saddle. 

Gaz nodded. “Thanks for having my back, mate.”

“Should’ve just killed the bastard. Spare us all this trouble,” Ghost reached for his hip, placing a hand over his pistol. “Especially for going after you like that.”

“I know you’re good for it,” Gaz smirked. For the first time today, he was starting to feel the tension fizzle out of his body.

He couldn’t see it, but judging by how the mask moved, Gaz was sure Ghost had smiled, too. His expression quickly smoothed out, the severity of the situation blanketing over his posture.

“We should split,” he said with a roll of his shoulders. “It’ll keep him off our trail long enough to get to camp.”

Gaz didn’t particularly like the idea, but even if he had the energy to argue or propose something different, Ghost's tone was final, telling him there wasn’t room for discussion. Meaning, he’d thought this one out, and Gaz trusted his decision. 

“What if he follows?”

The question would have burned a hole in Gaz’s tongue if he hadn’t asked, but he wasn’t a fan of the cut of Ghost’s eyes. “I'd love to see him try.”

Gaz nodded again as Ghost jerked his chin in the direction he wanted him to go. He didn’t look back, calling for Windsor to carry on.

—

The sun was bleeding out, smearing the sky in hues of ember and violet as Gaz stumbled into the clearing with Windsor following his lead.

“What a day,” he sighed. He touched his fingertips along his forehead, grimacing at how sticky he’d gotten from the sweat. What he needed most was a cool, flowing creek to bathe in, to soak and allow his worries to be carried downstream.

The sight of the camp sent a flicker of relief behind his ribs. The tents remained standing, the fire pit cold but undisturbed—but the silence was wrong. He stepped into the camp hesitantly.

“Ghost?” Gaz turned in a slow circle, scanning the perimeter. “Price? Soap, c’mon.”There was no sign of movement. No trace that anyone had returned to the area in a long time. 

He shook the feeling off before it could settle, and began to move about the camp. His boots crunched over dry grass as he approached the nearest tent. He pulled back the flap. Empty. The next one, too. A thought made his gut twist.

Ghost had been going easy back there; he wouldn’t give the hunter a chance to capture him, Gaz was sure. But if Ghost hadn’t been caught, where the hell was he? As for Price and Soap, Gaz could only hope that they were close by.

The hairs on his arms stood on end, a chill snaking down his spine as he returned to the center of camp. The realization struck just as he heard it—the faintest shift in the air. There was a whisper of movement behind him.

Gaz stiffened. His skin prickled as something hard and cold pressed into his back, wedging between his shoulder blades.

“Keep still,” the man demanded. The Hunter. Gaz clenched his fists at his sides. “Or so help me, I’ll shoot.”

Gaz waited for a beat. Two, then he spun, reaching for the weapon now aimed at his heart. He knocked it out of the man’s grasp as they struggled against each other, sending it skidding across the ground.

Hands were on him, rough and quick. An arm locked around his throat, the thick muscle pressing harshly under his chin. He trashed, instinct taking over, but the grip was iron-tight as he was pinned in a headlock.

“Got nowhere to go now,” the voice brushed against the shell of his ear, husky and satisfied. Gaz squirmed again, a fruitless effort as he was pulled harder against the man's chest. It earned him a chuckle. “Wild fuckin’ thing.”

Gaz’s vision blurred at the edges as pressure tightened against his windpipe. His fingers clawed at the arm around his neck, blunt nails digging into the thick cotton fabric of a shirt.

“Fuck you,” he managed, lungs burning. It was all he could say as he watched the camp flicker in and out of focus, wishful thinking for a savor slipping out of reach.

Gaz heard the man laugh before darkness swallowed him whole.

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𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 / 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 / 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞.

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I haven't posted in so long chat

Idk when I'll start posting again since well I'm basically dead

I'm busy with life and I'm more interested in drawing than writing stories for some reason

Might come back or not when I have the time but like hahshshshshsh I'm so lazy

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OMHGG

a Buff male reader who looks like a top is actually a bottom 😛😛🥰🥰🙏🙏

I'VE BEEN WAITING

a short drabble of a sickly (?) master and you, his beloved bodyguard

bttm male reader, feminisation, age gap of 10 years, dubcon, cream pie, overstimulation

note: this is unedited and I’m so tired so uhhh enjoy

He has been pampered since young due to his constant bouts of illnesses, hence his parents, both successful CEOs of a huge corporation hired you when you were 20 to take care of their precious heir who was barely 10.

You just turned 20 back then, desperately looking for a job after your military service and thankfully they hired you! You were rather huge, having gained quite some muscle and beefed up during your time in the army,,,,

When you first saw his sniffling and fragile form in bed, you felt your heart melt! So adorable, you simply just had to protect him! Always catering to his whims whenever he pouts, those big, sparkling eyes turning you soft…Soon, you were more than his bodyguard, always picking him up from school, cooking for him and taking care of his every need.

When he turned 20 and took over his family's business, you were so proud of him. Watching him slowly grow up from a small and frail boy to a capable man, you swore he could almost make you swoon! Unfortunately you were in your thirties now and this job was rather taxing and laborious on you…you were no longer youthful anymore, so you decided to resign and go work a bakery you had been eyeing for quite some time.

He was furious. Demanding that you never leave him no matter what, calling you his "wife"? What was that all about? You had never seen him so angry, absolutely seething with fury…Stuttering out your apology and blabbering, you tried to explain and quickly leave…not before he grabbed onto you with almost inhumane strength.

His grip almost bruisingly tight as he shot you with a gaze that almost seemed to devour you on the spot. Although you towered over him, he seemed to overpower you! Pulling you to a bed in his office, wait, when had been there? He crouches on his knees on the floor, pouting and begging for you to not leave, his eyes shining with a sheen of unshed tears.

Maybe you should stay- No. You had to be firm! He was an adult now and didn't need your protection, you tried to patiently explain. You see him silently shaking as tears run down his face and on cue, your heart softens and you pull him into a hug, trying to comfort him. He chokes out a sob and asks if you could at least let him do one final thing before you leave and you nod. One last time anyway, right?

The waterworks stop suddenly and immediately you’re flipped on your back, the world whirling around you disorientedly. He has an almost feral grin on his face, muttering darkly to himself that you weren’t allowed to leave him as he tears your clothes apart. Confused, you blink at him as he fondles your flaccid cock. You did agree to one last thing…but this was so embarrassing! You were a virgin…never really having done anything sexual since the past few years were spent on taking care of him.

Hot breath brushing against your sensitive tip, you feel blood rush down to your cock as it stiffens up, erect. His pretty face adorned in an amused smile, when had he become so beautiful? Before you can even comprehend what happened, he swallows your member in one gulp. A ragged keen leaves your throat as you involuntarily buck your hips up into his warm mouth. His tongue experimentally swiping over the length as you feel him sucking with a force that leaves your knees weak. You come undone strangled moan, your ropey cum splattering all over his face.

Shame immediately paints your face as you immediately rush to wipe his face, flushing at the obscene sight of his expression. When had he learnt this!? He says nothing, pushing you down against the bed as he peers down at your naked body like a man starved. His warm hands come and fondle your chest, satisfied sighs leaving him as he teases and pulls at your nipples, making you shiver. He calls your pecs, “tits”. An address that leaves you both embarrassed and highly aroused. You try to correct him but only to be cut off by the circular motion of his fingers at your rim.

They push inside immediately, coated with a cold substance, most likely lube. It’s an invasive feeling almost, as his fingers prod inside, unpleasant but full. Suddenly, stars flash before your eyes as your breathing quickens and a tight knot forms in your stomach. His eyes narrow into slits as he relentlessly pushes and pokes at your prostrate, leaving you breathless. Another orgasm overtakes you again as you’re left reeling and trying to collect yourself as you pant wetly. It should be enough for him right? However the telltale bulge that grinds against your twitching hole says no.

He strips, his body pale from staying inside all day long and a lean but muscular physique from both your workout sessions together at the gym. You catch yourself staring a tad bit too long, his body like the starry night, dotted with stars that are his freckles against the canvas that is his naked form. Noticing your piercing stare, he lets out an amused huff, asking if he looks good. You don’t respond, attention now drawn to the pretty cock that lies stiff against his stomach, slightly curving to the right and you swear you see a freckle mischievously peeking out.

It’s thin, not particularly girthy but yours pale in comparison to his in length. You almost forget the boy you raised is now going to fuck you when he grabs your waist, snapping you from your train of thought before thrusting into your waiting hole in one go. You barely register the thin ropes of cum that immediately splatters onto your abdomen as he begins to snap his hips against yours. Loud slaps of skin against yours is accompanied by your hoarse cries and momentary sobs as he mercilessly pounds your prostrate over and over again.

Your walls clench around the burning cock that seems to sear his shape into your hole with his repeated thrusts. Your cum is almost water now with your mouth agape as you wheeze at the tandem of his length driving into you. You’re barely conscious, the burn of the pleasure seems almost discernible as you cry for him to stop. He doesn’t. Hot cum taints your insides as he continues to thrust into you, fatigue no where to be seen, his pace never stuttering.

Soon, you’re just staring at the ceiling with glassy eyes as a momentary twitch or squeal is incited as a response from you from the constant stimulation. You’re gonna die! You cry out in a rare moment of clearheaded despair. He stops and pulls you into a sweaty embrace as you feel hot tears slide down your tear-stricken face. You feel him crying too. Shouldn’t you be crying?! He asks again if you’re going to leave him. Exhausted and out of your mind, you make a mistake you will regret. You nod. His lips pull into a delighted smile and you fall into the welcome embrace of sleep, last thing you hear is the promise that you can’t run anymore. Oh boy.

note: this is my basic indulgence of the trope pretty top x buff bigger bottom 😰 let me know if I should make this into a fic

reblogs are appreciated!!! ^^/

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I.. I love Horangi sm guys

Horengi is so Hot 😭😭😭

I NEED MORE STORIES CHAT PLS PLSSSSS

Injured

Summary: You are a doctor, your job was to save people life and now you're saving soldiers. There are a list of "special" soldiers that got injured and needed your help but strangely. It has your lover name on it.

Warning: OOC Horangi (thats all), slightly angst?

Wordcounts: 806

Pairing: Kim Tiger!Horangi Hong-jin x Doctor!male reader

"Get ready! A team soldier has been injured on the battlefield. Don't know how many but a lot have really bad wounds." A doctor called out before walking out and checking the information of the team they were about to take care of. That sounds bad.

Being the main doctor, you surely experience a lot of worse cases. So this case is nothing compared to the other but still, you're worrying. Don't know how many have died on the battlefield or on the way to get checked up.

You're still remaining calm, panic won't help anything. You'll try your best to save their lives. "Make sure all sections are clear, we need to do this fast in order to save people's lives." You shouted, walking fast to grab the information of the team that needed your care. Checking every name that is listed on that list. One name has catched your attention.

Kim Hong-jin.

That was your lover's name. Why is he on this list, is he okay? Did the injury get so bad that he had to be checked up? 

So many questions pop in your head, that's when you start to worry, not panic. Just worry about Horangi safety. 

"They're here!" Another doctor shouted, alerting everyone to get ready. Didn't have time to worry about your tiger, you prepared for the worst thing that could happen.

Every injured soldier has been transferred to each section that you have decided for them, nurses walk in to check those soldiers only for a few more doctors to walk in that room. The wound must be that deep.

"Doctor! There is a special soldier that got hit by a bullet! We need you to look after them." A nurse called out for you to check up on that soldier. You walk faster to the patient, examine their body. Military has been given a new nickname for those special soldiers, why is it called special?

They're monsters. Well they still have human forms but they use their special for some dangerous mission. This soldier's one of those special ones. It's a tiger.

They're still in their monster form, maybe they fainted before changing back to their original. Walking around to check any bad wound other than the bullet one. Other nurses and doctors have been occupied by other patients so you might as well take care of this one. Didn't find any information about this patient.

"Do you know who this is? I can't find any information or their tag." You questioned the nurse looking at the note while you pushed the bed to another section ready to start the operations. Take the bullet out of this poor fellow. "This is.. Kim Hong-jin or known as Horangi." The name hit you like a bullet. You don't know why he fainted in this kind of condition. But first, you needed him to be alive.

Pushing the door out of the way, get ready for the operation.

After a few hours, the operation was a success. He might wake up for the next few hours, now just let him rest. You left his room while having a lot of questions in your head wondering how he ended up in this situation.

You worked so hard till midnight, forgot to check him out if he already woke up or not. Walking down the corridor, you saw a familiar figure. It was Horangi. “What are you doing out of bed?!” you ran towards your lover, checking on him if he injured himself. “Just want to get some water.”

You sign “Let's get you back to bed then I'll bring you some water.” just that you bring him back to his bed then go back to get him some water. Worrying, he would get back up again. You walk fast to his room. “Here your water, drink up.”

“Thanks, [m/n]” “you're lucky you didn’t lose your life. What happen?” you started questioning him. “The mission got worse that's all” 

“You got me all worried, when I see you in that bed. I thought I have lost you” walking to his bed and sitting down. “I'm sorry” “be more careful next time.” you feel something wrapping around your waist. It was his tail, a way to apologize for his action.

“I'm sorry, it won't happen again” just like that he leaned on your shoulder. Cuddling up your neck like a kitty trying to get some treats from its owner. Hands intertwined with yours and maybe you did hearing a little purring sound from him

After all, he is your giant kitten.

Eventhough you know there will be next time but atleast you can be there for him. Curing him. Saving him from death.

Because you love him. That's all that matters.

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Chat I found it THX FOR THE HELP HEH.. By found I looked at the comments

I can't take it somebody please help me find this fuck ass fic pls I accidentally left and I can't find it anymoee

Like it's like a yandere priest and he's like fucking reader as a way to cleanse sin

And it was a series on wattpad and j left the wattpad link on accident and I can't find it SOMBEODY HELP

I was actually interested in the story I can't I CAN'T

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I can't take it somebody please help me find this fuck ass fic pls I accidentally left and I can't find it anymoee

Like it's like a yandere priest and he's like fucking reader as a way to cleanse sin

And it was a series on wattpad and j left the wattpad link on accident and I can't find it SOMBEODY HELP

I was actually interested in the story I can't I CAN'T

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Ths for me so I remember

THE SOUL — Ghost x GN!Reader

ONGOING SERIES — last updated; aug 7. ‘24

summary; you’re completely out of line and every form of leadership you’ve had have thrown you out because you won’t fall into line, and you’re concerningly disobedient. that isn’t even addressing your morality. you face two choices: follow orders or face dishonorable discharge.

prologue

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

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I wanna see a buff, or chubby bottom make reader like a literal tough guy getting dicked

No Offence I don't wanna keep seeing the same story of a twink getting topped by a big buff guy

I want atleast a buff male reader getting railed.. Guys.. pls pls PLEASE

Or like a very dominant looking male reader only for them to be topped

Edit:

When I go to bottom male reader tag and some stories remind me of this

I know some people wanna feel that way but personally yknow I don't like it.

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https://youtu.be/e71LSknM-vs?si=FnzwNKEIvjEIlbTA

SMASH???? LIKE 😍😍😍

Ong

I feel like every voice from any cod character can make anyone say smash

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more Velikan x Male reader content please !! 🙏 - 🎐

I'm trying dawg.. I'm getting so lazy to come up with ideas

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Okay okay not to be/sound weird or anything but I think it's cute when you say 'heh'😭😭🤌

Im trying hard not to keep using that word

I know damn well if I use it too much it's gonna get annoying real fast

Don't even know when that shit started dawg 💀😭😭🙏🙏

Erase the word from my vocab ong fr

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What y'all think abt my fanfic ideas

Most of these will may or may not be done.. Heh..

A. You love like a dog (angst) (story)

(Price)

"You love like a dog, you would give up anything for me. Just to make me happy."

"It's pathetic, you're a mutt who has nothing in their life but just to please someone to please yourself"

B. You accidentally sit on them (cod,headcanons) [√]

C. You like to randomly stick out your tongue for no reason and they took as a sign to kiss you (headcanons, cod) gn! Reader

D. Ghostface (Danny)is your husband and you don't know his "business trips" are just a ruse to got out an murder ppl (story)

E. You are an artist, Alex is your muse (angst) (Story)

-Alex dies before you can confess, he doesn't know you love him. And he was secretly eyeing someone else but before you could confess he died

- You leave military after that

-you paint/ draw him everytime you were at base, when he died you threw everything about him. Regret, you forgot what he looked like once you wanted to draw him.

F. You have freckles but you use heavy make up to hide them (HCS)

G. You are your younger brothers brother. And he introduces you to his friend (roach) and he secretly likes you the only reason your brother introduces you to roach bcuz roach told him to (fluff) (eventual relationship)

H. You are suddenly gaining weight after leaving the military while still dating (cod man) and you feel insecure (HCS)

I. It's Horangi's birthday and you and König have the greatest idea for a present

-You purposely make him have a bad day, not greeting him happy birthday, making him do extra work

-And You will be in Horangi's room to hide the present and guide him where it should be. While König hold the cake with the rest of the team to video

-You be standing in the room waiting for Horangi asking him 'Horangi guess what your present is.. Before you-' you get cut off by Horangi throwing you on the bed before brutally fucking you

- König walks in Holding the phone seeing the horrid scene with the team. (Short story) (NSFW)

-bottom male reader

J. Stalker x Stalker

Krueger x m! Reader

- You and Krueger are stalking each other and you don't know until one of you finds out about each other's shrines about each other..

(NSFW) [√]

K. A girl you've been secretly cheating with has finally broke up with her boyfriend. You've never seen her boyfriend. When you saw her ex.

You thought her ex bf was more hot than her

Cheating trope

Enemies to lovers (ex bf doesn't like you, cuz he found out abt the cheating)

You're trying to desperately 'befriend' him even ignoring your now new girlfriend

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Sometimes when I write Top reader for a living I even it out by reading bottom male reader fics.. Heh..

My brain is over head and high above the horizons cuz I am always two steps ahead.. Heh..

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You don't gotta respond to this or anything but I js wanted to say I absolutely love all ur fics, you are doing an amazing job and I laugh and smile at almost everything you write, so I js wanted to lyk I rlly appreciate this blog a lot <3 have a great year and stay safe pookie

This is very skibidi I like it very much

Heh..

This makes me wanna do req but I'm busy drawing rn and I'm very very lazy..

YOU stay safe pookie

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Hey just want u to know that the military man in ur 'every gay men dream' is called terminator and he is a russian teror1st so please dont use him in ur future fics bc the cod fandom iz glazing him even tho he trains russian soliders to attack ukraine

:)

I knew he was Russian..

But the fuck I was told he didn't do that typa shit..

What the hell..

Man.

Man.. Brother eughh..

That isn't what you look like guys.. You're way more hotter than that thing I didn't mean to insult y'all like that

Haha save Ukraine burn the Russia

Thanks for telling ❤❤