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hhrtfelt · 5 days ago

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old but gold (reading this for the first time like i did a few months ago and i still love it)

▒ ❀ ̭͡⠀ ❛ SOME ENCOURAGEMENT. NAM-GYU / PLAYER 124

nam-gyu attempts to recruit beloved, timid reader into thanos’s world. all it takes is a little encouragement.

𖥔 ࣪˖ NOTES, writing smut on company time is actually hilarious, idk why i got this idea during work. but anywho — i hope you enjoy, i tried my hand at his character. as always please ignore any grammar mistakes or typos.

Imagine Nam-Gyu attempting to recruit someone without the advice of his beloved purple-haired leader. Surprising, right? Despite his own issues with inferiority; the ex-club worker just seems to follow behind Thanos like a hungry puppy desperate for a bone— or drugs, for that matter. But no, just this once, Nam-Gyu takes the lead. The numbers are growing closer and even more scarce, fear lacing people’s minds and causing them to hit that dreaded X button. Thanos’s World’s dream is to continue the games to pay off their debts, right?— so it only made sense for Nam-Gyu to turn an X over to the O side.

He couldn’t just pick anyone. Someone far too strong-willed would definitely tell him no, and someone far too weak would just be a curse rather than a blessing.

Who to choose.. Who to choose..

Soon enough the man’s eyes are locking on to you— a contestant he has seen around, yet hasn’t heard much from. Not only were you easy on the eyes but you just seemed like the perfect person to shape into a worthy teammate.

Within minutes he’s approaching you, an easy-going smile in place as your name falls from his lips. Nam-Gyu had heard it said before by someone close to you, another random that he hadn’t bother to think about.

“Yes..?” Your words are slow, lips pursing as you take in the man before you. You were beyond nervous; this was the lackey of that purple-haired lunatic after all. Watching the two fight on the very first day was enough to tell you to avoid them at all costs. Yet here you were, a few feet away from one of them, under his gaze that trailed over you like a pretty piece of jewelry behind a display case.

You couldn’t help but bring your hands closer to yourself, teeth dragging across your cheek nervously.

From your head to your toes, Nam-Gyu’s eyes soon landed on that big red patch residing just under your bosom. With a breathy chuckle he reached over, allowing a single finger to press and trace the X.

“You wanna get out of the games that bad, huh? You voted X twice already.”

Your eyes flicked down to his hand, before traveling back to his face. “Yeah well..” You dragged slowly, watching that harsh gaze return to your features.

“I—I want to get rid of my debts.. but putting my life on the line for it just seems..” You hoped you got your words across perfectly, even without continuing your sentence. Sure, it was hard being hounded for your debts, but death looming over your head just didn’t seem worth it.

Still, Nam-Gyu only shook his head at you, a sigh full of pity escaping his lips.

“Well, that’s where you’re messing up.” Nam-Gyu hummed, stepping just a bit closer, finger still tracing that damned patch. Your attention kept flicking between his face and finger, wondering why exactly warmth was pooling throughout your entire body.

“Worrying too much about dying is what’s gonna get you killed, not anything else.”

Your eyebrows knitted close, a look of confusion plastered across your face. Worrying seemed like the right way to keep yourself alive.. right? Not worrying just seemed, well— stupid. Not that you would say that to his face, obviously.

“I have to disagree..”

Just barely did you hear the sound of the man sucking his teeth, watching the way his face turned to the side, clearly searching for his next few words. You debated on walking away from this conversation, it was clear what his objective was. And whether ordered by Thanos or not, you didn’t really want to know— nor figure out.

Yet for some reason you were practically glued to the spot, blinking up at him and waiting oh, so patiently for his next spiel. And as you watched his face turn back to you, your breath got caught in your throat.

“Okay then.. worry all you want, but you wouldn’t you want someone to look out for you?” Nam-Gyu’s other hand was reaching to your patch at this point, using both thumbs to trace it. “Being on this side, there’s no unity.. it’s every person for themself.”

The two of you locked eyes, a sickeningly sweet smile crossing his face.

“Come with us, and we’ll look after you. I’ll personally see to it too.”

Slowly did your teeth sink into your bottom lip, struggling to maintain the eye contact that he seemed so keen on keeping. The only thing you could hear was your racing heart and the gentle sounds of his thumbs sliding across that red patch. His words were.. tempting. You wondered if he rehearsed what to say, like a video game with multiple endings; did he have it all figured out before he even walked over? Was he so prepared to convert you, using every rejection you had as some silly obstacles the man easily hobbled over?

So caught up in your thoughts, you hardly realized Nam-Gyu had gotten even closer until his breath fanned across your ear in a simple;

I’ll let you think it over, let’s talk again later..

When you thought of later, you initially believed in thirty mins or so. Maybe this time he would bring over his beloved leader to really get the point across. But no, later seemed to be during lights out; when you all should be sleeping, tucked away in the rare bliss these murderous games brought.

And the only talking that was happening was the soft words Nam-Gyu continued to whisper into your ear and the even softer moans of passion that slipped from your swollen lips.

See, Nam-Gyu wasn’t an idiot despite what Thanos seems to think. Quickly he caught on to two things whilst speaking to you.

The first being, you were quite cute when nervous. And two, you just loved looking at his hands.

So what better way to really stretch his point across but using his beloved fingers to stretch you open just how he liked?

“Should have done this from the start, look how cooperative you’re being..” The smile on Nam-Gyu’s face was permanent at this point, the corner of his mouth twitching with each pitiful moan you released. His rings were tossed lazily to the side, his bare fingers now pushing into your sloppy cunt so perfectly. Longer then your own, they pushed and prodded; opening you up and rubbing against your soaked walls. With each breath you were clenching, causing the smile on his face to only grow deeper.

“Scared of dying but not of some stranger finger-fucking you, huh? What a joke.”

You wanted to tell him off, how he was so mean and so wrong. But you couldn’t, not with how your mind was getting complete lost from his movements. Your teeth were grinding into your bottom lip, a metallic taste filling your mouth as time progressed. Deep moans thundered from your throat, muffled by your harsh biting. You couldn’t imagine having your little recruitment interrupted by some poor contestant just trying to get some rest.

But with the way Nam-Gyu was practically ruining you, it didn’t seem he cared much either way. He was so hellbent on coaxing you, his lips right against your ear as that damned thumb came and circled your swollen bud.

“I told you I’d look after you right, where’s my thank you?”

Your eyes widened the moment his free hand rose, pushing at your cheeks and basically forcing your lips to part. The sound you let out was a strangled mix of a moan and gasp, quickly clasping your own hand against your mouth.

Nam-Gyu chuckled on his breath, thrusting a third finger into your wet cunt as he spoke; “What? You scared of the other contestants realizing how much of a slut you are? Shouldn’t worry too much; this messy cunt is making enough noise for you.”

Your eyes were meeting the back of your skull, so fucking mean he was— yet you couldn’t help but enjoy the attention. His digits were curling inside, brushing across that special spot that caused you to shake. Your thighs were clenching harshly around his arm, rushed breaths escaping as your chest rose and fell.

“Th—thank you.. fuck— please…!” You whimpered as softly as you possibly could, glossy eyes staring up at the man. You felt accomplished the moment he drew closer, feeling the cold metal of his chain brush against your heated skin before a gentle kiss was pressed right against your cheek.

“What a good girl.. You wanna come, hm?” The hand was lowering to your throat, fingers simply wrapping around it yet not squeezing. Nam-Gyu watched in pure enjoyment at the way your head tossed back and forth in a rushed nod; how needy you were for him. What a palpable little thing, is what he thought.

“I can make that happen, you just gotta do something for me.”

More words, whispered, tempting; drifting right into your ear and hitting the same pleasurable spots right between your legs. Speaking of, you felt your peak drawing closer; a tight band resting deep in your tummy— ready to burst.

You knew what he wanted, you weren’t an idiot nor were you too fucked out to forget. Your mind was screaming at you, telling you an orgasm wasn’t worth pressing that cursed button.

Yet, for now, you weren’t thinking with your brain, but with your pussy instead.

“P—please let me join! I’ll press the button— I promise!” Another whisper-yell escaped you, desperation clinging to every word as they fled those pretty lips.

With that final confirmation Nam-Gyu was quickening the pace of his fingers, eating up the way your body convulsed, a lost look invading your eyes as you came undone. Your essence trickled down his fingers all the way to his wrist, a sticky residue that he would make sure you clean up later.

For now.. his hand rose from your throat to instead cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb right under your eye so tenderly— so sweetly.

“I knew you could do it.. just needed some encouragement, right?”

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hhrtfelt · 27 days ago

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WICKED GAMES: PART TWO

SUMMARY: The dark side of Kildare. Something out of Gotham and the Godfather. There are no heroes. Just the rich and the ones with a few spare change in their pockets to go through the day. City's in shambles. Times are lost. Systems corrupt. A revolution. Mafia. Anarchy with no hierarchy. Immigrant crime families marking their territory. It's a gangster's paradise and a rich man's fall. Law and order outta the bag. Public outrage. Wanna make a deal with the devil, darling? But in between the lines, we find a path to the Underworld of Kildare, the stolen lives of traitors to the don, the gangs trying to make a name of themselves. A criminal with scars that will stay for a lifetime, a mob's daughter trying to find her place in the Underworld, the Cameron Heir wanting to disappear his father's shadow, a young detective determined to put them all behind bars. Who will survive the game? CAUTION:Classism. FICTIONAL POLITICS. Systemic Corruption. Class Warfare. Exploitation of the Working Class ( Poor ). Anarchy. Graphic Violence. Themes of Domestic Abuse, Psychological and Physical Torture, Gore. Mafia Families. Drug Trafficking. Untreated Mental Conditions. No Morality. Poverty. Substance Abuse. Age Gap. Mass Death. Drug Wars. Dark Romance. Ethical Considerations on violence and crime, representation of marginalised groups. Gun play. Smut 18+ MDNI. All of my chapters will be probably cliffhangers so prepare to crash out.

Valerie and Heath were at her office, waiting for the Boss: Zadkiel Knox. Name it whatever you want, the Captain of the Homicide Unit, Commissioner of the Kildare Police Department. Captain or Boss, he didn’t exactly mind. “You can’t be spewing bullcrap about Camerons.” Knox mutters, downing the shot of whiskey right in front of her, gawking back at the window. “What? Just because I actually look at the bodies of dead people and find stuff you’re too afraid to look for, because you’re so wrapped around Ward Cameron’s little finger.”

Valerie’s arms cross in defiance. “I saw the Ace of Spades. And that is enough evidence we need to reopen the case.” “We don’t open cold cases. Not new rules.” He affirms. “Not unless we find new evidence.” He meets her eyes. “I don’t think you understand what you’re getting yourself int–” “I know this case inside out. Do your worst.” Valerie says, tilting her head, raising her eyebrows to challenge her Boss. Because she always did so. “I know Ace of Spades is a real person. I know Joker is roaming free and out of his Asylum. I know Wa–” “Steel.” He warns. “You know, for someone who’s so devoted to his police department, you sure as hell know how to avoid a case in case it ends in your life.” The mockery in her voice was loud and clear.

“Valerie.” Heath sighs.

“What? He knows I’m right.”

“Let me do this for Kildare. The best way is inside.”

“Is there a reason for this?” The Boss glares at Heath like he gave Valerie an idea to jump back into a cold case, that was meant to stay cold.

“The girl, Knox.” He clears his throat. Riley Whitmore. Just this evening, boss.” Heath says. “Had this shoved down her mouth.” He tosses a small zipper bag with the Ace of Spades card on this. “The sex tape shows Aces and Riley together. Riley must have taped it to our informant. But she got caught.”

“Her death was staged. The card down her throat sends a message. And she fought back.” Valerie says, watching the screen pop up. “Obvious struggle on her neck. Cameron's name is on her body with blood.”

“Too bad.” Boss shrugs. “She got caught. Best not to dig into it.”

“And if we wanna address the elephant in the room, we all know who that is.” Valerie mutters, looking down at the floor.

“Lets not address the elephant in the room.” He retorts.

“Why fucking not? Because Cameron and Aces control the docks, we just have to sit on our asses?”

“You know the drill.” Boss bites back.

“Well get a new drill then.” Valerie snaps back.

“Seriously.” Heath rubs his forehead like a headache is forming.

“We have to nail the Camerons, Bullock. They've got the most power in the whole of Kildare. We're already the shittest department in the whole of America, let alone in Kildare.” Valerie's fists clench.

“We are all dirty cops wanting to change this place. Kildare has no heroes. But you have the vigilantes. Revolutionaries in the Purge. Or the Anarchs.”

“Right, you're gonna do a whole monologue, Steel? You can't just go undercover for the Cameron Don.” The Boss says.

“Well I think the rookie is great at making fake ids.” Valerie says, glancing at the rookie from the glass door. “The only ass that will be handed to the KCPD is Ward Cameron's.” Her hands grip the chair she stood behind.

“You got any other evidence other than Whitmore to support your case?” Boss’ arms folded across his chest. “Oh, she's got evidence, all right.” Heath mutters, his lips quirk up as he watches Valerie walk over to the blinds. Knox always knew there was something behind those blinds. “Oh, she's got evidence, all right.” Heath mutters, his lips quirk up as he watches Valerie walk over to the blinds. Knox always knew there was something behind those blinds.

She lifts it up, brushing her palms together to get the dust off. And there it was, her evidence: a conspiracy board on the Camerons. Knox rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit surprised, annoyance creeping up in his voice as he spoke. Tapping his feet impatiently. The conspiracy board was like an altar that gathered every single dirty secret, any type of evidence, big or small. Stretched across the wall and there was no room for anything else, all taken up spaces– markers of every average marker colour like a mosaic. Think of every source of evidence: photographs in every glance, scraps of newspaper infiltrated in every corner, and there was no way to stop staring, or most importantly, give someone a migraine. But in the center of it all, was the Camerons themselves. And the patriarch, the head of the infamous family: Ward Cameron. Faces crossed, scribbled. Liar, missing, dead, murderer, alibi, cheat, informant, snitch. “CAMERON FAMILY BITCH” in bold, red and her handwriting. “What the actual fuck, Val?” Zadkiel murmurs, because he never says “Val” not since their messy break up that no one knew about… “Val?” Heath’s eyebrows raise and he looks at Valerie, mouthing “oh we keeping things from each other now, huh?” “How’d you know all about this?” Zadkiel abruptly asks after a few moments. “Doesn’t matter what I did to get here.” Valerie mutters, eyes flickering up. “I know more about this family than anyone else in this building.” “She’s got a point y’know.” Heath adds on.“Fine.” He huffs, walking up to her. “You get the job.” Her eyes glint a little. “You swear it?” “I do.” He murmurs. “You better not blow it. Otherwise, you’re going to be handing our asses to us.”

“If this backfires, I have a right to taser you.” Heath jokes, but he sounded quite serious.

“And if this is a mission success, I don't have to blow the balloons for Graham’s 156th birthday party.”

“Hey!” Graham calls out. “I heard that!”

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