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My Mistake ~ YANDERE TODOROKI SHOTO

TW: KIDNAPPING (REGRETFULLY), DELUSION, BLACKMAIL, IMPLIED MURDER, IMPLIED VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF MAFIA AND GANG ACTIVITIES

A/N: THIS WAS INSPIRED BY A 'REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPT' ORIGINALLY CREATED BY @out-of-jams

"Listen, I know this might seem sudden, but I have to get this off my chest. I think I've fallen in love with you."

Slowly, you turn to face owner of the heterochromatic eyes gazing up at you. From where he was tied up. On a chair. In your basement.

"...come again?"

The man you had just kidnapped, with the intent of holding for ransom, blushed. "I think- no, I know I've fallen in love with you."

You smiled faintly, emphasis on 'faint' because there was nothing you wanted to do more than pass out and wake up from this nightmare. Todoroki Shoto was nothing but a spoiled, rich kid on paper. Sure, his father had significant power but that also meant you could charge much more for his release when you kidnapped him.

Unfortunately, hindsight was a coldhearted bitch. How were you supposed to know that he had his own fucking gang? What 23 year old man had that kind of power?? Why is it that the one time you decide to test your luck to get some extra cash, you kidnap a mafia boss???

"From the moment you tried to use that chloroform on me, I-I felt something," Todoroki rambled, interrupting your thoughts. "I was confused at first at the audacity but once I pretended to faint and you dragged me, very painfully I must say, to your van, I knew it had to be fate. I had read about fate before, but I never imagined that it would be this..." He trailed off and stared at your face in dreamlike wonder. "...beautiful."

You laughed awkwardly, silently noting the possibility of brain damage from when you moved him. "That's great man, but look-"

"It's more than great!" He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming excitedly as the ropes strained against him. "Nothing has ever made me feel this way before: flowers, money, the works, but the moment you tied me up, I knew we were-!"

"Look the whole kidnapping thing was a mistake. okay?" You interrupted abruptly. You ran your hands through your hair in frustration. Who knows how long you had until someone found you?

Todoroki's smile melted of his face. "A...mistake?"

"Yes! Exactly! It was just a wrong place, wrong time kind of situation! And I am sooooo sorry so let's just forget this ever happened and I'll even drop you off wherever you need to go." You finished with a nice 'im-so-sorry-for-kidnapping-you-please-dont-kill-me' smile.

He stared at you blankly for a full minute, making you sweat nervously. There was obviously a screw loose in his head and you really hoped you hadn't provoked him too badly.

"So you mean you never planned to kidnap me?" he asked quietly.

You shook your head. "I didn't. I'm sorry? I think..."

The silence echoed throughout the basement as precious seconds ticked by. Your hands itched to do something, but what? You weren't a murderer and there was no way you wouldn't face some kind of consequence so the only way out was to convince him to let the matter slide.

"Liar."

Todoroki chuckled at your dumbfounded expression. "Do you really I would believe that you kidnapped me, Shoto Todoroki, for a mere ransom?" He smiled adoringly up at you and you felt a chill run down your spine. "You wouldn't do something like this," he nodded down at his binds "For someone you don't love."

You backed away slowly. "Hey, you've got the wrong idea, I-"

"No, no I don't have wrong ideas," Todoroki drawled. "In fact I think I might be very right about this one soon."

"W-what...?" Suddenly, a loud pounding came from your front door above the basement. Loud, angry voices spilled into your home and stomped around, obviously looking for something. Or someone.

Todoroki looked almost apologetic as he smiled. "It looks like you'll have to make your choice now, my love. You just ran out of time."

You swore and hastily began cutting at his rope bindings as he watched in amusement. Fuck it. It was better to hang off the arm of this psycho than get caught by his men as his kidnapper. And he knew it too. You wanted to punch his stupidly pretty smug face.

"I'm so glad you decided to see thing my way, darling," Todoroki sighed, wrapping his arms around you. "And since you wanted me so badly, I'll give you exactly what you desire." He pressed your foreheads together just as the basement door splintered open.

"From now on, I'm never letting you out of my sight~"

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My sweet, sweet Dove - Mafia!Bucky x Fem!reader

Summary - Bucky Barnes finds the peace he so rightfully craves in his best friend, the worlds upon his shoulders, yet his lust for you lives on through his darkest of days.

Warnings - smutttt, juicy af, mentions of violence, slight alcohol consumption, grinding etc.

A/n - Hi all, my requests are open! I’ve never really published my works before, so this is all new to me, but feel free to drop a request, and I’d love to see what I can do! :)

Enjoy, safe reading! <3

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You sauntered into the kitchen, it was incredibly dark, yet a small lamp situated in the corner illuminated the majority of the room, drowning it in a blanket of rusty amber. You grabbed a small glass and walked towards the sink, filling it with cold water, it swirled around the glass as though it were a prisoner, fighting against its confines. You propped yourself up on the marble countertop, it was icy underneath you, a considerable difference to the heat that burned underneath your skin and through your veins. The deep, angered and somewhat laboured voices that previously echoed through the halls had silenced. They’d swirled through the walls, up the stairs, and burst through the windows too. Bucky had informed you that he was working late, you’d understood what he’d meant, yet the scale of debate that evidently had occurred left you feeling drained - and you hadn’t even been in the room.

Bucky was one of your closest friends, your main confidant in the times you needed him most. So when you informed him that you had nowhere to stay, he practically offered his whole life to you, and you took it with his blue eyes piercing what felt like your soul. So you resided in his main estate where he conducted his official work, his official business meetings, you knew he was dirty, and downright inequitable, but his loyalty was unlike any other, your friendship was unlike any other, and you owed him the world and more.

So as you sipped your water, and pondered the evident lack of sleep that laced your features, you didn’t hear his office door finally open after hours, or the trudge of his tired feet upon the dark wooden floor approaching, the leather of their seams making the slightest of noises.

His black silk tie sat loosely around his neck, his mountainous shoulders were tightly winded practically up to his ears, the top buttons of his previously pristine shirt were undone, and said shirt was hanging messily out of his slacks, of which sat loosely on his hips, his brunette hair was unkempt, almost spikey as the last of the gel he’d previously put in began to finally wear away.

“Doll? You alright?” He asked, snapping you out of your trance, he moved opposite to you and plopped himself shakily down on the floor with a large sigh, leaning against the kitchen cupboards behind him, his head thrown back in a show of exhaustion.

You simply hummed.

“Why are you still up?” He queried, running his large hand through his hair, absolutely destroying any remnants of orderliness it previously had maintained. Glaring at the girl in front of him almost alarmingly.

“Couldn’t sleep is all.” You replied, taking another small sip from your glass before handing it downwards towards Bucky. He accepted it, and pulled out a metallic flask, pouring a brown liquid into the mix, swirling it, then drinking it. It burned the back of his throat and warmed him from the inside out. He looked at you curiously, his oceanic eyes bore into yours in order to gauge a reaction. It was silent as you returned his eye contact, you were sure you could hear a pin drop.

“Well, hand it over.” you laughed nervously, taking a gulp of the alcoholic beverage. It also burned your throat, causing your face to scrunch up in disgust. You could hear the deep rumble of Bucky's laughter in the background, it sounded angelic to your ears.

“Bad night?” You asked, anxiously pinching the skin of your fingers as you awaited his reply, not wanting him to ever suffer at the slightest. You observed the way his jaw slightly clenched and went slack, how he breathed slightly faster at such, and slowly regained his composure not a moment after.

“Something like that Doll.” he replied, letting out yet another sigh. In complete honesty, the meeting was a mess, his business partner had backed out of a paramount deal, meaning he’d have to find a backup as soon as possible, something that wasn’t likely. This left him open to financial attacks elsewhere. He’d even lost his temper, covering his golden signet ring that sat dormant on his finger in a layer of carmine; the ring you twirled when you felt anxious. His business partner had messed up his ring, his new enemy had messed up your ring, and Bucky had made sure he paid for it.

“Is there something I could do to make you feel any better?”.

He subtly nodded, allowing his stoic exterior only to fall in your presence, something that exhausted him beyond words.

He kneeled and shuffled towards you whilst you sat upon the counter, arms open, knowing exactly what he needed. He pushed his head into your stomach, breathing in your scent, roses and fresh linen, it made him feel safe. His was sandalwood, it engulfed your scenes and knocked the wind out of your chest, just like it always did.

You placed your hand upon his head, stroking your fingers through his hair as you felt the tension leave his large body, you leaned down and placed a small kiss on the crown of his head.

This caused him to gaze up at you, a longing in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before, and you were sure yours mirrored them as such.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You whispered at a barely audible level, you could feel his warm breath against your skin.

“Like what?” he replied, his voice breathy and almost desperate.

Your hands moved down from his hair towards his chin, cupping his face as though he was the last living being on earth. Your eyes fluttered between his lips and his eyes, the room was spinning, the air was thick.

“Like this.” you whispered before slowly bringing his face to yours, and placing your smooth lips over his own.

Bucky felt as though his world had stopped, his heart was erratically beating, his head didn’t feel as though it was his own, his body wasn’t his own. The tension had been snapped just as quickly as it arised, and Bucky felt as though he was on cloud nine, there and then he decided that the feel of your lips against his own was the singular most effective high he’d ever encountered, it was a high he was now addicted to, and one he’d never ever let go.

He stilled in your grasp, causing you to pull away.

“Bucky, I’m so sorry.” You muttered, a wave of red covered your cheeks, horrified at what you’d just done. Yet before your brain could sabotage you further, and convince you otherwise, Bucky slammed his lips onto yours, grasping the back of your neck in his large hands. He groaned at the taste of you, a sweetness he’d only ever imagined.

He pushed into your mouth, your teeth collided in a show of desperation and finally requited lust. You slid your hand into his brown hair once again, yet under completely different circumstances.

You grasped his hair, pulling him off of your lips, it made him groan.

“Tell me you don’t want this, tell me you don't Bucky.”

“You know I can’t.”

He picked you up, wrapping his large arms around your torso, his fingers pushed under your shirt, drawing circles upon your skin, skin of which felt as though it were a juvenile flame of the sun.

You tucked your face into the crevice of his neck, his scent was the strongest it had ever been, it blinded you, and you loved it. You dragged your lips across his neck, biting and nipping at whatever skin you could, making his groans rougher, whinier.

He’d walked you both into the living room where he dropped backwards onto the couch, you in his arms. You were sitting in his lap, he was so extremely hard under you that you couldn’t help but tease.

You slowly rolled your hips, the friction causing you both to moan in unison, in pleasure. He grasped your body as though you were his life line, and even though he hadn’t said as such, you both knew it was true for the both of you.

You continued to grind against him, you moved against each other as though you were made for each other. Your moans were beautiful, they made him lose his mind, his great intelligent mind reduced to nothing simply by your presence alone. His hands grabbed your hips for a moment, your face was directly in front of his, you inhaled his breath as though it were your last.

“Doll, I can’t last long like this.” He moaned, more like a whine, in an attempt to keep his composure.

“I bet.” you replied, causing his mouth to fall even further open in a state of disbelief, allowing you to sink your teeth into his lip, stealing even more of his sacred breath away.

Instead of slowing down you sped up, with Bucky’s hands gripping your waist so tightly, you were sure his touch was to be ingrained upon your soul. He ran his hand down towards where you longed for him most, and cupped your pussy, pushing his palm into your clit, causing you to let out a moan that echoed off of the walls, a moan he was sure he’d never forget. He ran his other hand up your body towards your nipple, and twirled it between his fingers, swapping between the two, making you feel as though you were atop of the world. The sight of you was enough for him to come right there, yet he’d only ever imagined this moment, and wanted, no, needed to drag it out for as long as possible, as long as he humanely could.

“Come on baby, let go for me.” He purred, gazing into your eyes as yours fought to stay open.

“Shh, that’s my Doll, let go love.” And you did, your body arched into his grasp, he pushed his palm even further into your clit as you came, creating such delicious pressure, you thought you were going to burst. You wrapped your arms around his body, engulfing him and curling into him to fit his form as though you were perfectly moulded to him as he came too, groaning and bucking his hips whilst his stomach and glistening abs contracted over and over again, he’d entirely lost control, the lust he felt wasn’t matched by another soul.

Your sweaty bodies sat wrapped around each other, breathy whimpers left the both of you as you fought your natural instincts to breathe. Bucky grasped your face, and silently laughed as he brought his lips to yours once again.

“My sweet, sweet Dove, how you’ve had me forever.”

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Coup d'etat

Rated: E

Words: 999

Tags: Mafia AU; dark Eddie Munson; intrigue; blood and violence; bondage; nudity; explicit sexual content; consensual non-con

“Nice pool,” Eddie drawls, walking back from the patio into the house. “Could’ve made a bit more of an effort to clean it. I said to leave the place as you’d like to find it, Dick.”

Richard Harrington’s eyes scream bloody murder, but he doesn’t dare speak. Jeff and Frank have him flanked on either side, guns ready in their holsters, and Gareth is manning the door. Just a precaution. Harrington has been in the business for long enough to know he has lost. All of his most loyal henchmen are dead or on the run, and the more fickle ones have joined Eddie’s side.

“Aw, don’t pout.” Eddie pats the man's cheek jovially. “This is just how it works. Survival of the fittest and all that. Now, I believe that concludes our little tour of the house? Or am I forgetting something?” 

Harrington’s face twitches. Jeff laughs and rolls his eyes. 

“The bedroom, Eddie?”

“Ah, of course!” Eddie snaps his fingers, like he only just remembered. “Shall we, gentlemen?”

*

A giant bed dominates the far wall of the master bedroom. On the mattress, wrists tied to the headboard, is a boy. The soft, muted light glows off his naked skin. 

“Ah,” Eddie mutters. “That’s what I’m talking about. Turns out you can follow directions.”

Harrington says nothing. The boy, who stopped tearing at his restraints when he heard the door open, stares at him with wide, panicked eyes. 

“Dad? What- … Who are those people?”

Eddie coos. With a few long strides, he’s at the bed, sinking down onto the mattress. One of his hands finds the boy’s bare ankle, sliding up his leg to a firm, freckled thigh.

“Aw, darling. He didn’t tell you?” 

“Tell me what? Leave me alone, perv!”

The boy tries to shy away from his touch, but he doesn’t get far, bound in place as he is. Eddie chuckles. 

“Shhh, honey,” he scolds, cradling that pretty face with both hands. “It's okay. The name's Eddie, I work for your dad. Well, worked.”

The boy blinks at him, hazel eyes large and confused. Eddie laughs softly.

“See, the firm’s under new management. My management, to be more specific. I’m trying to keep it minimum bloodshed, so your old man’s gonna make himself scarce and I’ve agreed not to bother him. In return, I get to keep this fine house … and everything in it.” 

Understanding dawns in those pretty eyes. 

“No! Don't- don't touch me. Stay away from me.” 

Eddie makes a soft shushing sound and wipes the first tears away as they spill over.

“Oh no, sweet thing. It’ll be alright, I promise. I’ll take such good care of- wait a sec.” 

Because one of his hands has just slipped up to the boy's temple, fingers carding through thick, chestnut hair - only to come away red and sticky. The boy flinches, but Eddie grabs his jaw, holding him in place so that he can comb his hair aside. There’s a large, bleeding bruise on his temple. For a moment, the only sound in the room is that of the boy's hitched breathing. 

“Dick?” Eddie growls. “Explain this?” 

“He fought back,” Harrington mutters defiantly. “What was I supposed-” 

Eddie has him up against the wall, gun to his throat, before he can finish the sentence. 

“Are you kidding me? Trying to slip me damaged goods? I should fucking kill you, you son of a-” 

“Eddie,” Frank mutters. “C'mon, man.”  

Eddie blinks. 

“Right,” he says. “Get him out of my sight.” 

Relief washes over Harrington’s face as the gun disappears from his throat - only to be replaced by incredulous horror a second later, when Eddie holds out his hand before his face, palm up. 

“Go on, Dick. It's traditional, right? A sign of respect.”

Harrington growls. His hands curl into fists. Eddie smirks, raising an expectant eyebrow. Then, quickly, as if the touch will burn him, Harrington bows his head and kisses Eddie’s rings. 

“Not so hard, was it?” Eddie calls after him as he is escorted out. The door clicks shut. 

Eddie's smile slips. 

“Shit, Stevie,” he breathes. He's back on the bed in an instant, tilting the boy's head with gentle fingers to look at the injury. “What'd you go and do that for? I told you not to fight.” 

“And I told you it had to look convincing,” Steve retaliates. “Was I just supposed to let them tie me up and tear off my clothes and thank them for it?” 

Eddie's mouth twists into a grin. 

“We both know that's how you like it, honey.” 

He leans in, claiming those plush lips for a long, filthy kiss. Steve puts up a brief symbolic struggle, but Eddie growls warningly and slips a hand between his legs, and his protests turn into the sweetest little moans. Eddie only allows them to part once they're both out of breath and Steve is starting to buck and grind in his hold.

“Everything went well, then?” Steve asks. His voice is hoarse and raspy, and he needs to stop halfway through for another moan. “The- … the security codes all worked?” 

“Flawlessly, you sly little minx,” Eddie murmurs. He bites down on the perfect stretch of that long throat, rolls Steve’s balls in his hand, and delights in the full-body shiver it gets him. “That old asshole didn’t know what hit him.” 

Steve lets out a breathy laugh, rolling his hips to meet Eddie’s touch. 

“Good. Now untie me, so we can celebrate.” 

“Oh?” Eddie smirks, crawling further down and leaving a trail of biting kisses all over the soft skin of Steve’s chest and stomach. “But I am celebrating already.” 

Steve groans. “Eddie, c’mon!” 

“Ah-ah-ah, Stevie. There’s people out there who think I’m gonna ravage you tonight,” Eddie tuts, grabbing the boy’s twitching hips and blowing a warm stream of air on that pretty, flushed cock. Steve fucking mewls. The sound is like the sweetest music. “Be a good boy now. Gotta make it convincing, no?”

Part 2

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.　　. 　 ˚　. Have we got our lines crossed? - Don’t waste my time, Victor Lundberg

✩ parings. (blk!reader x Rio)

✩ summary. Valarie was secretly a gang leader, and no one knew about it; however, she retired due to the FBI following her around for the past five years. Rio is a gang leader that her best friends work for; however, he has feelings for Valarie, but she doesn't really have them for Rio. Is she going to fall in love with him, or will they be at war?

✩ warnings. cursing, threats

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Beth's house-

A guy named Rio showed up at Beth's house, threatening all of us because of the money we took from the grocery store. I mean, I would too since we took over half a million, but it is what it is. We honestly didn’t know that he owned the grocery store or had ties with them, but I guess he did. Rio has a tattooed eagle on his neck and a buzz cut. He has warm, hickory eyes full of mystery, dominance, and a touch of familiarity that gave me comfort and excitement. He came in with three other guys. They all had a big build with tattoos and were wearing all black. Rio was also wearing black, but he was shorter than the other guys that were surrounding him; however, his body gave off a sense of security and self-confidence, making the three other guys look weak. His face contorted with rage, and his body was tensed up while he slowly paced throughout the kitchen as he made heavy eye contact with all four of us. His thick, husky voice echoed through the house as he made this short speech about getting his money back. I toned out half of it because I had made that speech a hundred times to people, but it sounded way better. We were all standing in the kitchen, surrounded by the guys he was with. Beth, Ruby, and Annie were all in tears, pleading for their lives, but I looked at him with a deceiving glare, not giving a crap about what he was saying. He was boring me, and I think he noticed that when he looked at me. He paused for a minute, and a heavy silence flooded the air. His eyebrows furrowed as he started walking slowly towards me. His jaw clenched up as his thick hazel eyes met mine in fury.

He wiped his mouth slowly as he got closer to me. "Oh, I’m sorry, am I boring you?” he said in a threatening voice. I looked up at him with an unbothered expression. "Nah, carry on, though,” I responded to him in a nonchalant tone. He started getting closer and closer to me, and my body started to tense up. I stood up straight as I kept eye contact with him, not giving him any satisfaction, but all he could do was give me a grim smirk. He chuckled. "So... you think this is funny, huh?"

I took a step towards him and looked up at him with a blissful smirk growing on my face. "Yeah, I actually do.” I paused. "Rio, right?"

I could see the anger on his face grow heavier by the minute when those words spilled out of my mouth. However, all he could do was laugh. He backed away from me, turning his back away from all four of us. “So you bitches think it's some kind of joke, huh?"

"No, we don't,” Beth said in a sharp yet anxious manner, looking at me with a scared look on her face.

I shrug my shoulders. “I think it’s fucking hilarious,” as the crack of my heels echoed through the house as I took my first step on the cold, hickory floor towards him, catching Rio's attention. He turned around in a swift motion as his cold, hard eyes caressed over my body. I stand closer to him as my chest brushes over his, feeling his body heat bounce off him and onto mine. Rio hovers over me and chuckles softly, breaking eye contact with me for a minute.

He looked back at me with a deceiving smirk on his face. “You got a lot of balls, ma; I like it.” He said it in a husky voice as he walked away from me and right out the door with everyone he brought

with him. I look over at him walking out with a smile painted on my face, amused by him even though it's a bad thing to feel like that but I did.

A months later:

Working with Rio has its ups and downs, but I’ve been through worse. My girls have been struggling with keeping up with the lies and guilt, especially my sister Ruby. All we're doing is spending fake money and turning it into real money, and I don’t know what's hard about that. They can’t keep up with any of this because of all the mistakes they're making, and I can't tell them because I don’t want them to know what I did in the past. Anyway, we almost got caught two times already, and it's kind of painful to watch, but I’m doing this for my girls and giving them what they need. It's not like I need the money I’m set for the rest of my life, but I know they don't, so I'd rather help them more than I ever did. They make their mistakes, and they’ll all move on from them, but this mistake was stupid as fuck even for them. And it's not even Ruby or Annie's fault; it's Beth's fault because she lets her emotions get the best of her. It’s been like that since I was a kid, and it’s not like the task was hard. It was just delivering trucks to a warehouse; however, Beth got pulled over, but she discovered that there was nothing in there, and the cop let her go. After that, she went to Rio, pissed him off, and threw the keys at his face. “What we had here is done; go home,” Rio said in a calm voice.

Now? I’m the one who has to get them out of it. We're in the kitchen as they tell me about the little plan they have for me.

“Please Val.” Ruby said it in an anxious voice. “You're the only one he has feelings for,” she announced quietly.

My eyes widened, and I looked up at Ruby, annoyed at what she just said. I lean against the counter, rolling my eyes. “The feels, Ruby, are you fucking kidding me?”

Annie sighs as her eyes furrow in worry. “I mean..." she says slowly as she anxiously plays with the sleeve of her shirt.

I turn my head towards her, letting out a soft chuckle. “So you guys all think that he..." They all slowly nodded their heads simultaneously, and I just looked at them in disbelief. I let out a frustrated sigh as they just all looked at me like lost puppies. “All you have to do is ask him to get us back in the loop; that's it." Beth announced softly, but all I could do was look at them with a dumbfounded look on my face. "Please,” Ruby begged. I looked into my sister's saddened eyes and sighed, "Fine, I’ll do it for god's sake, but if I get killed, I'm going to be pissed." They all had an innocent smile on their faces, and all I can do is roll my eyes at them.

Two days later:I stepped out of Beth's house, slamming the front door as I walked down her driveway towards a black Range Rover. I wore black jeans and a black fitted long-sleeve shirt. My black stilettos clacked against the rocky sidewalk as the illuminating car drew me closer to it, sending a bitter chill down my spine. A dash of excitement hit my body when I pulled the hasty black door handle, revealing Rio gazing over my body, looking up and down at me. I felt his strong pair of eyes still caressing my body after I got in the car

with him. I liked the feeling of him admiring me, but I’m here for business only. Rio lets out a soft chuckle, and being coy, he says, “You look so good today. Is this all for me, baby? Aww, you shouldn't have."

I roll my eyes and look at him with a judgmental glare. "Nah, I wore this for me, Rio. Now please drive.” I said as I turned my head away from him, looking out the window. I can still feel his eyes admiring me, but I didn’t pay any attention to him. He drove off after.

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Here's my piece for @anachronism-ahitzine!! Better late than never, right? Cooking Cat doesn't trust Mafia Boss' cooking that much...

[en-geneisaxx]

Case: L̶O̶V̶3A̶N̶D̶R̶3V̶3N̶63

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞!𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: 𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖒𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆, 𝖌𝖚𝖓𝖘, 𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊, 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉, 𝖒𝖉𝖓𝖎 (𝖒𝖙𝖇𝖆)

𝚂𝚢𝚙𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚜: 𝙹𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕: 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝙰 𝚝𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢, 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢/𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.

𝘈/𝘯: 𝘏𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴!! 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘤. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 '𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯-𝘵𝘩𝘦-𝘨𝘰' 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘐'𝘮 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 :(

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Something had to go wrong. Nothing, and I repeat, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ever goes perfect, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.

That thought never left my mind, but, why waste such a perfect day with doubts and worries? No, I would regret that.

Turns out, it was going to be regretful either way.

I allowed myself to live in the blissful hours, alone, forgetting about my loving family. The levitating feeling, one that I was desperate for, was a curse. Forget about the sunshine, it was always at home, always with my family.

As the sun gave its goodbyes for the day, I rush over to my house, bringing along the foods and toys I, out of pitiful luck, managed to acquire without a coin to pay; I was grateful mother nature gave me the treasures on my outing in the woods today.

I didn't walk, I skipped instead, with such joy to be able to provide the family and, I have to admit, to hear the praises with such pride in their voice, all accompanied by their heart-warming smiles. My young sister would be preoccupied with the stuffed teddy bear, something that must've been lost by its owner. I thanked the universe for this gift, but felt bad for whoever lost such a prize. I had to, mentally, thank them too.

It's strange, how a nine-year-old could be so mature yet so youthful, especially someone with a heart of an angel. God's child they say, but would it be even if she took the wrong turn? What would happen to her once Satan interfered with her bubbly life, turning it into a nightmare that will be engraved in her memories?

Each skip to the house was a step closer to the dreaded ending, one that'll make her turn into a 'monster'.

No one is a monster, it's just that we can be hurt so badly it affects our morals, and it dims our pure light.

The sky has dressed in its black attire, mourning the lifeless bodies that lay in a house with foundations of love.

It starts to rain, for the clouds know what to expect when an innocent child has to face hell instead of the welcoming arms of care and comfort. It'll be scary, how quickly a baby must mature, and survive with an overwhelming feeling of agony, hatred, and vengeance.

"Eomma, Appa, sister!" You announced your arrival, yet it felt oddly strange. The lights are off, and the door is slightly open. You slow down, taking cautious steps towards the front door, with one thought in mind: 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.

It's terrifying you, you're unprepared, and it's so late at night, a chance for young minds to bring its fears into reality.

Who would come into your house, let alone leave it in such a state...unless they never left.

You're petrified at this moment, heart beating in such an abnormal pace, your body is so stiff it's like you need to run away. But what about your family? You can't abandon them.

One step...two...three. There, lies the sinful acts displayed in the living room. One, two, three bodies who looked exactly like the people you love covered in blood when they shouldn't have. And a mysterious figure in the darkness, presenting a disgusting smile, as if killing was nothing.

Tagging: @pockettwinzz @potatohoon @diorsyun @heeslomll @hoonieshoneymain @rinbowaman @sungvrhs @emi-en @jaylaxies @velvetkisscs @dollywons

[laurenfoxmakesthings]

The whole current battle between us aces and bots (porn and otherwise) is pretty apt and coincidentally timed because for over a year I've been writing a book with an ace protagonist and an aro protagonist stopping sexbots (the bots are evil because of who controls them, don't worry, I'm not doing weird sex negativity bullshit).

Like, I'll make it clear now, my book was not inspired by that battle, reality just decided to have weird similarities. A reverse Wizard of Oz dream.

[leavemeslowly]

I. Greed

pairing: susie glass x edward horniman

Susie looked at him manoeuvring around her office as if he designed it himself. Eddie took a bottle of whisky from a bar in the corner and sat next to her on the couch. Their legs almost brushed, and she took him in while he poured them drinks. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, and his hair was messy.

Now, without her high heels and with legs curled under her, she felt tiny next to him. It was a feeling she wasn’t used to. Warmth nesting deep in her stomach was dangerous. She should never allow it. But Susie couldn’t escape a sense of familiarity between them, which she had never encountered with anyone else. It helped her nerves, always on high alert, relax so she let the warmth spread across her body. It still felt dangerous but more controlled now.

Eddie caught her eye, looking as if he knew her thoughts or even shared them. It was magnetising. Susie would never admit that, but she was also prone to his charm. His playful smiles, often full of himself, were challenges from which she couldn’t back out. She wanted to wipe them off. Show him who is the boss. She had some hidden aces to play. Just needed to decide the right moment to present them and make him realise his defeat.

He was still looking at her with searching eyes, seemingly giving her power to determine the turn of events. There was only one they could follow. The warmth was unbearable at this point.

She leaned in and kissed him, demanding his mouth and an equally passionate response. Eddie opened up for her and let her take from him, drink it all in. Susie was greedy, and he gave everything for what she would never expressly ask. Kissed her throat, down between her clavicles and back up. She was drunk with desire, his black, deadly eyes staring at her mouth when she was searching for air he had knocked out of her.

Eddie squeezed her thighs and had her moaning straight into his open mouth. Yes, he was greedy too.

[filmbyjy]

CONNECTION

– the mafia series

PAIRING: sim jaeyun x fem!reader

SUMMARY: jake's job was simple, manage and monitor over the boys. he was a smart boy after all, he even created an app for the whole squad to use! it was extremely impressive. now, if only he could that intelligence to figure out your feelings for him.

WARNING: mentions of dead parents. the dark side of huge companies. reader seduces men as a job to help the boys. slight suggestive. had to add a COD reference bc i have been watching tons of 'call of duty: warzone' videos. lack of sunoo content in here (HOW THE HECK DID I NOT PUT HIM IN MUCH? I AM SO SORRY). the ending wasn't how i intended but you still end up with jake so yeah.

WORD COUNT: 6.1K words (i said i would make it 6K and i did!)

NOTE: if you didn't know, each member's story is connected! hence you can see the characters meet. however, it will be confusing for you if i go 'oh (name) met (name).' so i gave a name to the previous girl. for example, in here heeseung's girl is named Eun!

anyone and their parents who heard of the sim jaeyun would instantly start mentioning his awards and honours. jaeyun was the epitome of a perfect child, he was every parent’s dream child. good grades, a gentleman and a free pass to join any company he’d like. many weren’t shocked when jaeyun had announced he would be creating his own company. someone as rich and high class as him wouldn’t just join any company.

although jaeyun was famous for his prim and proper behaviour, no one knew the boy was part of the mafia. everyone except you.

“here.” you threw jake the thumbdrive. your lipstick was ruined from your day job.

“thanks (name).” jake smiles. he places the thumbdrive down on the table and goes over to help wipe the lipstick that was messed up with his thumb. “messy kisser i presume?” he cocks his brow. you pout.

“yeah, i think that was the dude’s first kiss in over 30 years.” you say. jake gags.

“I really don’t understand how you don’t gag while kissing older men.”

“simple, it’s part of my job and i will do it. i can’t back out of it, i commit to my work.”

“that’s disgusting. you do you though.”

“well, it’s not like i’m dating the guy. It’s part of my job.”

“i know but-”

“jakey, i know you worry for me but i’m fine.” you caressed his cheek before placing a peck there. “i’ll be on my way now, see you and the boys tomorrow.”

jake sighs as he watches you leaving the penthouse. Now, since there isn’t much info on both yours and jake’s relationship, let us travel back to elementary school.

it was the last year of elementary school and you were wondering if you would be able to make friends in middle school or even high school. no one ever really approached you in the past years of elementary school. you thought there was something off about you. that however, did not matter. you grew up independent since your parents were never there for you since you were 2. they were well…killed in a car crash and you have been living with your grandparents since then.

It was the 2nd year in middle school, you brought your books to the library and went to study there. it was silent for a little while until a group of boys walked in laughing and talking really loudly. it disturbed you and you tried to ignore it.

“don’t mind them.” a boy says. you looked up from your book to notice a cute boy with shaggy hair. he tilts his glasses up to place them back properly on his face. “they are always this noisy, the librarian will kick them out soon though.”

you nod, feeling a little awkward to even say anything to him. who was he and when did he sit in front of you?

“i’m sim jaeyun but my friends call me jake.” he holds out his hand for you to shake. you cautiously accepted it.

“i’m (name).”

“oh, i know. we are in the same class for all these years.” you tilt your head.

since when was he your classmate? do you just never pay attention to your surroundings?

“I sit behind you usually, i guess you don’t really notice.” the boy smiles.

oh he had the most beautiful and cutest smile ever. it was charming.

“i’m sorry i didn’t notice before.”

“it’s okay. maybe, you could repay by being my friend?” jake says.

you looked at the boy straight in the eyes and smiled, “sure.”

fast forward to high school, you never thought in your whole life would sim jaeyun turn out to be a total heartthrob. everyone’s eyes always trailed him, the constant surge of girls coming over to talk to him and flirt with him.

now you wouldn’t call yourself the jealous type but surprisingly with jake you were. no one ever really noticed how you were acting differently when some girls tried to flirt with him. well anyone who isn’t dumb. even the boys knew you liked him but it seems as though sim jaeyun was simply oblivious.

college came and ended surprisingly quick. well, you didn’t go to college, only the boys. you couldn’t afford it since your grandparents worked a minimum paying job. they were only able to afford food, water and the home you stayed in. you never wanted to pressure them so you simply told them that you didn’t want to continue studying. of course, they protested further and told you it was fine and that this would be for your future but you told them..

“I don’t want to be a burden, you’ve done so much for me already ever since mom and dad died. i’m really thankful to still have you two so please let me earn my own money and we will see if i’d like to continue studies, alright?”

of course, you never continued studies. one of those random days as you were hanging out with jake in his room. He asked if you’d like to work with him, you’d be paid for your work. what you didn’t expect was for jake at 20 to build an empire along with the boys. the work was dirty work of course, where else could the boys get their wads of cash from. you knew jay’s family always worked with shady people so you weren’t surprise when the boys started to dabble into some very devious work.

“I’ll train you. well get people to train you.” jake says. you looked at jake, he tilts his head. “what?”

“nothing, just confused as to how you are the same sim jaeyun that i knew back then.”

“i never changed (name).”

“you never changed? then what’s with your new freshly dyed blonde hair, mister.i have not changed.” you teased jake. he scoffs.

“It’s just hair dye (name). jay had blond hair too.”

“the sim jaeyun i knew back then wore glasses and had braces. most importantly, took school really seriously. you never liked fuckboys and here you are looking like a fuckboy.”

“well i still wear glasses, these are just contact lenses. I don’t wear braces anymore but i still use retainers to keep my teeth straight and about school…(name) i graduated college with a degree 2 years earlier than everyone else.” jake deadpans. “how have i changed?”

“you’re right, you’re still the same. always finding ways to prove my statement wrong.” you folded your arms and huffed.

you still accepted the offer to work with jake and now you…well to put it simply, seduce men and then end them. which was simple to say but it requires a ton of patience since some men were stubborn.

enough with talking about the past, the present was where we’d focus on.

you were walking home when you felt a presence behind you, following your every move back home.

“sunghoon, i am not going to hand you back your little toy.” sunghoon walks out of the shadows. he groans.

“give it back.” he huffs. you smirked.

“not if you tell me who jake likes.”

“it’s bro code. I can’t just tell you.”

“then you can’t have mr.duck, simple as it is.” sunghoon whines as he follows you back home.

to be completely honest, sunghoon was never like this. he usually was the quiet one but very great at his job. he was the silent killer. with you, sunghoon felt really comfortable. the two of you act like siblings despite not being real ones. that’s how close you were with sunghoon.

“thank you for walking me home, hoonie.” you gave him a flying kiss. sunghoon rolls his eyes.

“yeah yeah, it’s my job after all. i have to or else the boys will go ham on me for not taking care of you. especially your dear jAkEy.” he mocks your voice for the last part. you hit his shoulder.

“enough will you.”

“whatever, see you tomorrow.” sunghoon says.

“hmm. see you tomorrow.” you waved at him before he left.

“you can come out too, ni-ki.” you say with your back turned. ni-ki sighs. he gracefully lands onto the ground.

“you’re no fun, noona. i wanted to scare you.” ni-ki huffs.

“too bad.” you shrug your shoulders.

“anyways, you should get inside noona.” ni-ki says.

“was already planning to.” you say. you waved ni-ki off and entered your home. it was silent, too silent to the point your ears started ringing. you sighed.

“if only grandma and grandpa were still alive…” your grandparents had passed on unexpectedly, it scarred you. sure, they peacefully left earth but you had no other family. you felt…lonely.

you strolled towards the bathroom to take a shower and clean up. everything felt extremely dirty, it’s not like you really enjoyed doing the job but you knew you had no choice considering you only have a mere high school diploma and that wouldn’t get you far.

you could go college but truth is what did you even want to be? you never discovered and developed your talents or hobbies since you were always busy with missions. you wished you spent more time with your grandparents so they could give you life advice, tell you stories of their childhood and many more. however, it was too late.

the water grazes your skin, tears falling down along with it. you felt tired, too tired. if only there was someone out there to give you the love you needed and craved.

“jaeyun.” sunghoon slaps jake’s back. the blond boy winces.

“what the fuck do you want? i’m trying to code something.” jake grumbles. sunghoon takes a single glance at the computer.

“ew numbers.” sunghoon gags. jake rolls his eyes.

“just came back from making sure (name) gets home safe?”

“actually, hyung. both of us did.” ni-ki walks in.

“good. how is she?”

“she’s home safe. I was the last person to see her off since sunghoon hyung was already walking off.” ni-ki smirks.

“oh so taking care of jake’s girlfriend is suddenly a competition? if it is, i am so ready to beat your gremlin ass.” sunghoon hissed.

“as if you could beat me, i’m trained specially as a spy. i quite literally have the high ground.” ni-ki says.

“why you little shit-” jake stops sunghoon.

“alright, how about you two go play a round of fifa. if that isn’t enough to settle this little childish play fight, go settle this on the rooftop training centre. it's the perfect place for you two to wrestle.” jake says.

sunghoon grumbles, “come on.” the silver haired boy drags ni-ki out.

“those two never learn to not bicker.” jungwon says suddenly. jake jumps back in surprise.

“how long have you been sitting there?”

“since those idiots came in. did you fix the virus?” jake tilts his head. “fine, did you fix the virus, hyung?”

“yeah, it was a little hard to fix it but the app is online and our little army should be well informed.”

“good, is noona okay?”

“why do you never use formalities when talking to us but you use it with-”

“Because she’s better than you guys and she’s simply not you guys.” jungwon says. he stands up from the chair.

“yah, where are you going leader-”

“watering my plants and then walking maeumi. let me know if heeseung hyung calls us and we will be there.”

“wait before you go!!”

“already leaving.” jungwon waves jake off.

“THERE IS A BID TO ATTEND TO!! DON’T FORGET!!” jake yells. jungwon does an okay sign. jake falls into his seat and huffs.

he checks his phone. not a single message from you. jake knows you two were simply friends and that you had no feelings for him but he can’t help being worried about you. especially knowing you don’t have any more family. though, jake does hope you think of him and the boys as your little family and yes, he would love to be your husband.

“oh sim jaeyun, you are so down bad.” jake ruffles his hair.

it was about 11pm, jake looked at himself in the mirror and made sure his tie was perfect. he sighs. he turns his head to look at the mask on his bed. a masquerade mask to hide his identity at the bid. he breathes in, he could do this. it wasn’t like this was his first time going over to this bidding event.

“jake! let’s go!” jay yells. jake grabs the mask and puts it on.

there were tons of people at the event, it was kinda getting a little too much for jake. he sucks in a breath. sunoo turns to him.

“hyung, let’s get upstairs. jake hyung is getting you know.” sunoo says.

heeseung spots jake nervously playing with the ends of his suit jacket. he nods.

“let’s go.”

the moment the 7 boys arrived at the top, they spotted you in your amazing long red bodycon dress and masquerade mask. you smiled and entertained the guests that were up in the VIP side.

“(name), you made it!” jay hugs you.

“as per usual, i do have a job to attend to here.”

“job?”

just then, a notification pops up on their phones. it was a warning that something bad was brewing and they had to save this poor innocent victim. you smirked.

“see, my work is never done. anyways, shall we watch?”

jake watches the way you walk over to the balcony, the way your body moves and looked in that dress. god, he wishes to rip your clothes off your body-

“jake, you good?” sunghoon waves his hand in front of him. jake nods before fixing up his mask.

everything was normal, nothing much going on. until, they unveiled what was under the huge cube. it was a cage, a girl was tied up. your breath hitches. it reminded you a lot of the past. the past when you were kidnapped but thankfully, you were found and jake was also the one who found you.

“we have to save her.” you say before turning to heeseung.

“of course. besides, you know we don’t allow selling people. we aren’t the black market.” heeseung says. ni-ki snorts.

“but we do control the black market.”

sunghoon smacks ni-ki’s head, “shut up. we have to gather a plan. any ideas in that giant head of yours, nishimura?”

“First off, it isn’t giant. secondly, heeseung hyung. you don’t happen to have the luggage full money do you?”

“what are you hinting at ni-ki?” heeseung asks.

“bid for her. leave the rest to me and the others. we’ll get the money back safely.”

“yeah yeah.” heeseung waves ni-ki off. “(name), could you seduce-”

“the guy i’m supposed to seduce is that creepy ass man about to bid for the girl. act fast, i need to get down there.” you say. just as you were about to walk off, jake holds your wrist.

“stay safe.”

you smirked, “when have i never stayed safe?” you quickly left the area.

jake’s heart races. he wanted you to stay safe but he knew he couldn’t control you. jay pats jake’s back.

“she’s yours at the end of the day, bud. she won’t go overboard and besides we have the best people to save her. they’re just one call away, have faith in her.”

“I do have faith in her but at the end of the day, she doesn’t like me like that. she thinks i’m only doing this as a friendly gesture.” jake groans.

“dude, ever heard of growing balls and asking her out? it won’t hurt to try.” sunghoon says. jake sends him a terrifying glare. one that could make sunghoon surrender on the spot.

heeseung pats jake’s back, “come on, we should be cautious now.”

the plan starts as heeseung bets on the girl right on the stage. It was a fierce battle between him and their target but of course, heeseung wins. each one of the boys went to their spots to guard behind the scenes while heeseung went straight into the tiger’s den. jake watches as you flirt with the guy, he can’t help but have his stomach churn. it wasn’t a pleasant sight to witness.

“jake, let’s go. ni-ki already left with jungwon.” sunghoon says.

jake’s eyes followed the way you trailed the man. it was flirty, definitely proves you were great at what you did but it didn’t sit right with him.

“jake!” sunghoon yells. sunghoon sighs, he can’t stop his lovesick friend. hence, he was left with no choice but to drag jake away. your eyes catches jake’s for a split second and you swore you saw a glint of hurt. however, you had to focus on your mission.

“so, you won’t be going anywhere after this?” the guy says. his fingers playing with the string on your waist. it was skimpy dress that barely covered much. you even had to wear a thong for it. you decided it was best to dress up since you heard this guy loved extremely pretty and sexy girls. hearing that intel from some girls in clubs was disgusting but definitely useful.

you gave him a smile, “well...i was going home after this. it’s so cold in my bed though.” you gave him a good show by pressing your elbows together. it showed your cleavage way more as you pretend to think. he was shamelessly staring.

“i could swing by.” he licks his lips. you smiled.

“oh, you don’t have to.” you pout. a few men came up behind him and whispered to him. he nods before turning to look at you.

“i’m sorry sweetcheeks but i have some important business to attend to. how about another time?” he says as he hands you a business card. you smiled and took it.

“of course. you must be a busy man.”

“yes, a busy rich man.” he smirks. you ‘giggled’ a little.

“it was nice meeting you, miss..?”

“(name).”

“miss (name).” you bowed a little. once he was gone out of your sight, your face falls. you grabbed your phone and dialled for jay. he picks up within seconds.

“target has gone to your side. it’s your job now.”

“alright. also, before you end the call. could you check up on jake?”

“what’s wrong?”

“he disappeared. he was with sunghoon but then when sunghoon turned back, he was gone.”

“i’ll search for him.”

“okay. stay safe.” jay says. you snort.

“I have pepper spray, a knife and a pistol.”

“of which your boyfriend gave you.”

“jake isn’t my boyfriend, you fuck.”

“sure, (name) but he acts like one.”

“that’s just how jake is.”

“only with you though.”

“whatever.”

“you can’t deny (name).”

“shut up jay.” you end the call, sighing.

you won’t lie, jake has been too friendly with you and only with you. sure, he has flirted with other girls before but he usually doesn’t act upon things. he doesn’t want a relationship. he has mentioned this to you before in high school. which was why you never confessed to him.

a message pops up.

jakeyy: bring me some hot chocolate :(

you: i’m not your personal maid, jaeyun

jakeyy: please princess :(

you: fine

jakeyy: thank you <3

you rolled your eyes. he didn’t even tell you where he was. you did have a clue on where he was though.

you: jake, you fuck. you didn’t tell me where you are (read)

he read the message but didn’t reply, great. guess you really had to go hunt for him. maybe he was at the penthouse. pretty simple and obvious. you swiped your card to get to the penthouse. once the elevator reaches the floor, you went straight to the computer room. jake did spend most of his time here.

you entered the room. thankfully, jake was here.

“hey, why did you run off? you were in the middle of the mission.” you say as you placed down the cup of hot chocolate onto his desk.

“Because i’m not first in line. I don’t have to fight unless there is an emergency.” jake reasons. you sighed.

“jungwon is down there fighting with them.” jake types away on his keyboard.

“jungwon was trained in taekwondo, he can take an enemy down easily with a kick. i need a weapon to strike them down. besides, my speciality is IT. i can help them with info through calls.”

“alright, you win.”

jake snorts, “thanks for the hot chocolate though.”

*buzz buzz* - in-earpiece-

“hey, have you found jake yet?” jay says.

“yeah, he went back up to the penthouse. you guys done yet?”

“yeah. oh, since jake is up there. could he come down and get the girl?”

“i’ll tell him. are you guys coming up?”

“yeah, we need to regroup for a little. heeseung hyung says.”

“alright.”

you smacked jake’s arm and he winces.

“can you do your job? jay wants you to go collect the girl and bring her up here.”

“what? why can’t they do it?” jake huffs.

“they are still fending off a little. they’ll come back up here soon to regroup.”

“i have some things i’m working on-”

“I can help, i was in the same class as you during high school. I would take it as i am in fact smart.” you say.

“are you sure? i’m tweaking a code to strengthen the security of the app while also looking through the database.”

“what do you take me for? i can handle this, just get down there. it’s just a quick fetching and you can come back here.”

“Fine.” jake goes to find the girl. you cracked your knuckles and sat down on his chair.

“damn, this is really advanced.” you say.

“let me handle the coding, noona.” jungwon says. you flinched.

“where the fuck did you come from?”

“i just walked in. now, i’ll code in the strengthening system while you can monitor the database. i believe sunghoon hyung and ni-ki are chasing after the people who stole the money. you can update them while on call, it will be easier for a live time update.” jungwon says.

“okay.”

*buzz*

“sunghoon? do you hear me?”

“yeah, loud and clear. what’s wrong?”

“the guy just ran under.”

“oh thanks. you watching the tracking?”

“yeah, jake went to grab the girl.”

“was he drinking hot chocolate in the computer room again?”

“he asked me to grab some and yeah he was in the computer room.”

“ain’t surprised.”

“HYUNG? WE ARE BEING SHOT AT.” ni-ki yells.

“don’t worry, they’ve never played a game of COD. they can’t shoot for shit.” sunghoon says.

“HYUNG THIS ISN’T A GAME! THIS IS REAL LIFE!”

you winced at ni-ki’s yelling, “sunghoon, ni-ki. be careful.”

“aww thanks, noona.”

“NISHIMURA TO YOUR LEFT!”

“I CAN SEE HYUNG.”

*buzz*

“idiots.” jungwon huffs. you snort.

“yo. where is the girl?” jay says.

“still not here- damn jake hyung really made this system code complicated as fuck.” jungwon groans.

“we need to regroup and sunghoon and ni-ki aren’t here still.” jay says.

“just wait. maybe wash the blood off your shirt and hands first?” jungwon nonchalantly says.

“where is heeseung?” you asked.

“dealing with the dude. hyung, locked him in the chamber.”

“for?”

“you know his crimes.”

“actually, i went in this seducing mission raw. i have zero clue what the guy did.”

“The usual actually like every rich man does.” jay says.

“extortion of money. fraud. tax evasion. he also solicited a minor.” jungwon lists them out. your jaw drops.

“that’s…bad.”

“well, heeseung hyung is doing the right thing. he deserves to be tortured.” jay shrugs. you nod. jungwon types something in and the screen pulls up the security cam of inside the said ‘torture room’.

‘i know nothing you’re talking about.’ the guy’s voice was raspy, almost gone.

heeseung leans down. he throws papers at him.

‘are you sure?’

the guy chuckles before he roars in laughter. he looks up at heeseung directly with crazy eyes.

‘ah, about your so-called dead parents?’

‘you must really not know they are alive. just being tortured to death.’

heeseung grabs the guy’s collar.

‘bullshit, they are dead.’

‘it is all lies. they are being held captive-.’

heeseung shoves the guy back on the chair before leaving the room.

“that was pretty harsh. i don’t think we should mess with heeseung hyung right now. it’s a touchy subject for him.” jungwon says. the door slams open and heeseung is grabbing a canned beer and drinking it.

“i hope that guy enjoys the torture because it is just starting.” heeseung says. sunghoon and ni-ki walked in soon after.

“at least clean your face, you have blood all over. you’re going to ruin the floor, i just cleaned the place.” jungwon groans.

“alright, we will. here.” sunghoon throws the suitcase at jay. jay quickly inspects it to see if all the money was inside and it was.

“great job. now, wash up. we have girl guest coming up and i don’t think she’d want to see the both of you covered in blood.” sunoo says.

“when did you get here?” jay says.

“i was in the bathroom washing up the blood since you aren’t doing it.” sunoo sasses.

“it could be red paint.” ni-ki says.

“along with the smell of iron? totally red paint.” jungwon adds before rolling his eyes. ni-ki huffs.

“do we have any more missions? i have school in the morning and it’s not going to be a good rest if i do not have at least 3 hours of sleep.” ni-ki says. everyone turns to heeseung (despite jungwon being the leader of the operation).

“jake is coming up here any second now so we’ll debrief and then you can run back to your home and sleep.” heeseung explains.

“do we debrief with (name)?” sunghoon asks.

“i’m just here as your assassin, there is no need for me to even be here. jake just told me to watch you two.”

“so?”

“it means, i will be going now. goodnight!” you say.

“wait, what about jake?” sunghoon yells.

“i’ll drop him a text!” you say.

“he’s gonna kill us if we just let you off!” sunghoon says.

“i’m gonna have a night walk before getting home. i need some me time.”

“it’s 1am!”

“and?” the elevator door shuts. just as your elevator door shuts, the other elevator door opens and reveals jake and the girl.

you: went for a walk, i’ll get home as soon as possible.

jakeyy: what? why? 

you: i just wanna walk around our childhood park. is it that bad?

jakeyy: why didn’t you invite me :(

you: i wasn’t asking for you to join me. it’s going to be just me.

jakeyy: alright, stay safe.

“he is going to come.” you sighed.

you were strolling around the park. It was pretty dark out but the night sky and the stars made it look magical. it was why you loved coming here. your grandparents used to bring you here to watch the stars. they laid a picnic mat onto the ground and pointed out the various shapes and animals that they could spot.

there was once a smiley face and your grandparents pointed out that it was your parents and that they were proud of you. proud of who you grew up to be. you weren’t exactly sure if they’d be happy with what you did now.

you looked up at the sky. the stars were twinkling, you wished you could reach up there and capture a star. it was truly something beautiful. you had stayed in the park for at least an hour, you decided it was time to get home. it was already 2am, you should at least get some rest. well, you hoped you did at least.

you felt a nudge at your fingers and saw layla sitting in front of you.

“layla, how did you get here?” you say. obviously, you knew jake was here too because there was no possible way for layla to escape from jake’s vision. he cared about layla more than anybody could.

“what’s with you coming here suddenly?” jake says. you turned to the boy.

“my grandparents' death anniversary is coming up so i just want to visit the place they always brought me to.”

“god, i forgot. i’m so sorry.”

“it’s alright. you don’t have to worry. i’m sure they will be upset though.” you say pointing to the stars. jake looks up.

“i am so sorry grandpa and grandma.” jake says. you snort.

“why did you bring layla out?”

“why not? she likes late night walks.”

out of nowhere it starts pouring. you gasp. jake grabs your arms and runs with you to the gazebo. you, jake and layla were soaking wet. the puppy shakes off the water and it only splashes onto you and jake. the both of you giggled.

“well so much for it having a clear sky to see the stars. it started pouring fast.” you say. jake chuckles.

“I think your grandparents are really mad at me.” he huffs. you laughed.

“that’s impossible, jake! you know they love you!”

“well, if they did then why is it pouring all of sudden.”

“no one can predict the weather.”

“okay, fine. that is very true. this is my favourite hoodie though.” he pouts.

“we can dry it off at my home. for now, we have to wait until the rain stops or at least calms down.”

“i don’t think it’s stopping any time now.” jake says as he looks out. it’s true, it was practically raining cats and dogs. there was no way it would stop any second now. it would probably end in about an hour or two. however, layla was not a calm dog. she’d probably get angsty and want to run around.

“do you think we should just book it to your car?” you suggest.

“car? i walked here.”

“are you serious?” jake nods. you facepalmed.

“okay, maybe we could stay here for a little bit and hope the rain calms down.”

it had been 10 mins and the rain had not calmed down. jake had settled onto the ground by now, caressing layla to calm her down from the thunder.

“should we run? my house is just a block away.”

“(name), i don’t want layla to get sick.”

“what about us?”

“layla is more important.”

“you’re right.” you groaned, “it’s going to take an hour more probably. i’m cold and hungry.” you whined.

“come here then.” you tilt your head. jake tugs on your hand to bring you down to sit on the ground. after doing so, he takes out his jacket and drapes it over you.

“it’s better than freezing to death.”

“oh great, your jacket is wet, you know.” you deadpanned.

“the inside is dry, just the outside is wet. you’re still in the dress you wore for the ball.”

“well, of course i am. i did say i was going straight to do a night walk before going home.”

“it’s dangerous for you to be out wearing like this.” jake says. his words tugged at your heart strings.

“you gave me plenty of things to defend myself with. moreover, i learnt taekwondo from jungwon. i think i’m well prepared for a surprise attack.”

“i’m just worried about you.” he says.

silence.

“you mean it in a friendly way, don’t you?” you say.

“i meant it in a more than friends kinda way.”

you swore your heart drops into the pit of your stomach. there was no way jake liked you as more than friends. he is just joking. he always does.

“is this a joke?”

“no.”

layla whimpers, you pet her.

“she knows i’m sincere.” jake points out. you snort.

“so you like me?” you tease.

“are you teasing me, now?”

“well, it’s hard to believe it when you’ve spent countless times denying our possible feelings for each other.”

“well- fine, i’ll say it out loud. I like you, (name). i like you so much, i wanna kiss you right now.”

your breath hitches, “who’s stopping you from doing it?”

and so, jake leans in and captures your lips. you went home with jake, the both of you were giggling like teens. layla followed in, she settles down on the floor. both you and jake fell onto the couch, kissing nonstop.

“i really like you.” he pecks your lips.

“do you like me or my lips?” he pecks it again.

“both.”

“choose one.”

“then you. I really really really like you.” he pecks all over your face and you fell back onto the couch. jake continues to lay kisses on your face even after you fell back on the couch.

jake’s phone rings. he pauses and places it on speaker mode before throwing himself onto you.

“yo?”

“you sound happy, it’s 4am in the morning.” jay says.

“HE GOT LAID I BET!” sunghoon yells from the back. you heard a smack from the other line.

“YAH! MY ASS.” sunghoon yells.

“anyways, where are you?”

“it rained so i’m at (name)’s house.”

“ah so she’s the cause of your happiness? not surprised. i thought you got laid or something.”

“unless…did (name) and you finally hook up?” sunghoon says.

jake looks up at you and pecks your lips. it was loud enough for both sunghoon and jay to hear.

“we didn’t hook up but she is my girl now.” jay gasps.

“FUCKING FINALLY!” sunghoon yells. jay smacks sunghoon again.

“can you not shout? it’s 4am in the morning and jungwon gets fucking cranky if we wake him up. he is terrifying if he doesn’t get sleep.”

“okay okay. holy shit, congrats though. can we throw a party then?”

“throwing a party equals to a possible attack.” jay explains.

“you know, that’s not a bad idea guys. mayhaps, we can eliminate possible targets on our list.” you say. both jay and sunghoon gasp.

“jake, you have found the smartest girl. thank you (name)!” sunghoon says.

“so we'll tell the others tomorrow in a meeting?”

“yeah, that’s a perfect plan. (name), join us tomorrow!”

“we’ll leave you two to get it on, now!” sunghoon ends the call.

“they are idiots, aren’t they?” you say.

“that’s sunghoon and jay for you.” jake says. you giggled.

the next morning, both you and jake entered the penthouse. everyone was already gathered. heeseung was looking at his clock. the other elevator door opened and perfectly on time, another girl walks in.

“is that the girl we saved?” you say. she bows at you.

“hello, i am eun. i umm housekeep.”

“you are pretty. heeseung, you sure you don’t wanna actually wife her up?” you say. heeseung rolls his eyes.

“he’s already planning to do it!” sunoo smirks.

“oh damn, can i be the best man?” jake says.

“it’s not a real marriage.”

“yeah but you two will be legally married by the law.” jay says. eun blushes.

“well, after someone mentioned that i have a wife to a guy. now, everyone thinks i’m married so we’ll have to roll with it.” heeseung glares at jake. the said boy hides behind you.

“okay so what’s the plan because i have to explain to ni-ki later on.” jungwon says.

you told them the plan.

about a month later, the boys were appalled. the guy they tortured was right. heeseung’s parents were really alive.

“eun, here. bring this to heeseung hyung. i think you are the only one who can go in his room. he’ll throw a fit if any one of us goes in.” jay hands eun a tray.

“thanks, i’ll make sure he is okay.” eun says. she enters heeseung’s room.

“dude, if heeseung’s parents are alive…what more is kept under the rug?” sunghoon says.

“you don’t think my pet goldfish from when i was five is still alive?” ni-ki says.

“not funny.” sunoo says. ni-ki huffs.

jungwon feels a notification pop in. he scans his phone. his eyes widened.

“jake hyung, you need to see the app.”

“what? is there a virus?” jake says.

“no, it’s not. someone coded a message into the app externally and it’s for you.” jungwon says.

everyone looks at their phone. true enough, it was a pop up message.

‘your brother is still alive. clock is ticking though, better be quick and solve this mystery. i’ll be waiting for you and your little mafia friends~’

jake felt his stomach drop. there is no way his brother is alive. his brother died in an accident when he was 10.

“jake…”

“(name), i-”

you hugged jake. he could feel his whole body shake but he didn’t know if it was fear or anger. whoever was behind this was someone cruel. someone who knew every single thing about the boys.

“we have to find the mastermind. he deserves to be erased from this planet.” jake says.

-

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[escapedaudios]

I was thinking about my notorious disrespect for the yandere trope, which is weird because I have written yandere audios before (as a script writer on behalf of other VAs) and enjoyed writing them. Sometimes I'm just like "ok do I hate this trope in audios or not".

And I think I realized that I just hated how watered-down it was by people who fundamentally misunderstand the point of that trope. It was really, really popular in the early 2020s, so tons of people jumped on it as a trend but fucked it up. Audios are usually based around romance to some degree, especially one-shot boyfriend/girlfriend ASMR roleplay, which kind of conflicts with the point of the yandere.

One problem is that yandere is a character trope, not a genre, but it gets treated like a genre and therefore has no direction for plot. The other problem is that the yandere is not *supposed* to be appealing, I see the appeal of wanting to imagine yourself desired by someone so obsessed that they'd do horrible things to have you, but that appeal is supposed to be IN SPITE of the mega-creepiness at the surface. Yandere is not a romance trope, it's a horror trope, and writing them as romantic love interests will clash with writing them as yanderes.

Some people who like the trope will say "oh well my yanderes are softer" or "my yanderes aren't toxic". My liege, the toxicity is what makes them yanderes. When you try to make them sympathetic, soft, or non-toxic you hollow them out into a husk. You didn't improve the trope by making them good people, they're supposed to be fundamentally frightening and immoral.

I see a lot of eagerness among VAs/writers to use bad guy tropes (ex: mafia bosses, monsters, supervillains, delinquents, etc) but a lot of hesitancy to actually make them bad. The mafia bosses actually have a code of honor and won't victimize innocent people, the monsters behave indistinguishably from regular people, the villains and delinquents are just misunderstood well-meaning people. It's actually so whack.

Let them be bad, I promise you, it won't damage their appeal. People salivate over pure fucking evil fictional bad guys all the time. The listeners who pick your video hoping for monsters, yandere freaks, and villainy are there for it, otherwise they wouldn't have chosen to watch it. Don't worry about making them non toxic. This is all fiction, there's tons of stuff that would ve horrifying and wrong in real life that is appealing and fun in fiction.

Anyway, I'm hoping for a classic yandere comeback one day where they are just god damn terrible people with no regard for being non-toxic soft yandere bullshit characters.

[goodluckclove]

Happy Sunday! A little sneak peek to those who spend their time on Tumblr at a time like this, but I'm officially releasing the e-book of Blind Trust! It's being sent out a solid two weeks before the hardcover because my wife decided I was too stressed out about how it would be received, and I am a simp for people who are historically known to make better decisions than I do.

It's for 5.99 to get like a mid-700 page epic that is mostly people cuddling and eating snacks. It's explicitly ace and unapologetically soft, and if you just read the sample you can get the entirety of chapter one and like half of chapter two, so you get a pretty good peek at the general vibe.

I did it! It's happening! This is very much an early release and I need a better cover since the one I have for the book isn't big enough oops.

Enjoy??? If you're new to this I invite you to check out my pinned post or the "blind trust" tag to see what this is.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Another celebration ficlet request! The original ask for this one seems to have gotten deleted, and it was sent on anon, so I can't even tag the person who sent it in. 😫

I hope you still see this and enjoy, nonnie! 💖

Heaven's in the backseat

Rated: E

Words: 1,000

Tags: Mafia AU; Hitman Eddie Munson; Mob boss Dick Harrington; Mentions of Stommy; Knife play; Dubious consent; Obsessive behavior; Violent thoughts; Car sex; Eddie has anger management issues and Steve is a little slut

Notes: Previous part | Part 1

Eddie has just lit his first cigarette of the night when one of the waiters informs him that Mr. Harrington wants him outside. As he grinds the cigarette under his boot, he imagines doing the same thing to Dick’s stupid head. 

Working for a mob boss is so goddamn exhausting. 

A week where Eddie doesn't come close to kicking the proverbial bucket is a good week - especially now that Dick has been taking him along as a bodyguard more and more often. He’s not complaining about that, though. Occupational hazard. 

No, what’s really annoying is the damn black tie affairs. As if squeezing into a fucking suit wasn't enough, the social dynamics of the underworld are mind-numbingly complicated. All of the big mob families are either related or out to kill each other - more often than not both at the same time. It makes events such as this an interesting affair, to say the least. All night long, Eddie has been hovering at the edge of the room while the boss ate and drank and shook hands with other important farts. Always vigilant, always ready to pull his knife from its holster under his suit jacket. And now he can’t even step out for ten minutes to have a fucking smoke? 

The car is parked in the driveway when he arrives. Next to it are the boss himself and a swaying figure with disheveled chestnut hair wearing a rumpled suit. 

Eddie’s blood bubbles and his steps speed up.

“-fucking disgrace,” Harrington says just as he flies down the stairway leading to the car. “You’ll do anything for attention, won’t you?” 

Eddie doesn’t catch the slurred reply, but it must’ve been the wrong one, because Harrington slaps the boy across the face before wrestling him into the backseat. Eddie’s hand is already on the knife when the asshole turns. For a heartbeat, he revels in the temptation of lodging the blade right in the middle of that ugly face, but he reigns himself in. Too much security, too many witnesses. 

“My son is drunk,” Harrington says. “Drive him home.” 

Before Eddie has a chance to reply, he has stalked past him and back into the venue.

*

“What the hell took you so long?” 

Eddie casts a look into the rearview mirror to see the venue disappearing behind them and Steve straightening up in his seat. His voice is still slightly slurred, his eyes a bit unfocused - but he's nowhere near as drunk as he appeared seconds ago. Eddie's mouth tugs into a grin. 

“What, I don't get a thank you for driving you? Where are your manners, little nymph?” 

“Why should I thank you for doing your literal job?” Steve’s mirror image scoffs at him. His bottom lip is pink and a little puffy where his father slapped him. “And don't call me that.” 

“I'm a bodyguard, not a chauffeur,” Eddie says. “There's a difference, y’know?” 

“You're a dog,” Steve drawls. “You do whatever my dad tells you to.” 

Eddie’s hands tighten around the steering wheel. Steve’s mouth curls at the edges, but his eyes stay bored. 

“How about you?” Eddie asks, once he has blinked the crimson shadows from his vision. “What did you do to incur his wrath? Must’ve been pretty bad, if you feigned being so wasted he’d send you home like some misbehaving child.” 

“None of your business, is it?” Steve snaps. Then, after a second or two, the aloof facade slips back on and he shrugs. “He caught me in the bathroom with Hagan.” 

Something slithers low in Eddie’s gut, dangerous and deadly like a coil of venomous snakes. 

“What? That ugly, freckled fuckface? C’mon, you can do better than that.” 

Steve laughs, a sound like the edge of a knife - bright and pretty and sharp-edged. “Why do you care? You don’t own me. What is it to you if Tommy fucking Hagan shoves his cock up my-” 

He doesn’t get any further than that. Eddie pulls over to the side of the road and slams on the brakes. One fluid motion later, he has scaled the middle console and has Steve pinned on the backseat, wrists trapped over his head in a one-handed vice grip. 

“Oh, honey,” he murmurs, voice low and lethal. “But this is where you’re wrong, see? You are mine. And one of these days, I’m gonna make sure everyone knows it.” 

Those pretty eyes go wide as he slides the knife from its holster. The blade gleams, catching what little light there is in the dark car. With one flick of his wrist, he slices away the top button of Steve’s expensive shirt, revealing the long, graceful line of that neck. Steve exhales a shaky breath and his throat bops with it. 

“One of these days,” Eddie murmurs, trailing the tip of the blade over tan skin, leaving just the thinnest of red lines. “I’m gonna kill everyone who ever looked at you or touched you wrong and claim you as mine. Stuff you so full of my cock you forget about everyone else, until the only word you remember is my name. Carve my initials into that pretty skin of yours so nobody ever forgets who you belong to.” 

Steve looks up at him, eyes bright and hazy, and a little whimper falls from his perfect lips. He writhes deliciously in Eddie’s hold, and for a moment, Eddie thinks he’s scared, that he’s gonna plead for mercy. 

But then he slots his leg between Steve’s thighs to hold him in place and he feels it. He looks down at the boy in awed surprise and can’t help the grin that creeps over his face.

When Steve speaks, his voice is hoarse and breathy, but not from fear. 

“Do it, then,” he challenges, rolling his hips and grinding his hard cock against Eddie’s thigh. His lips strain to meet Eddie’s, breath warm and wet against his skin.  “Make me yours.” 

Eddie has never been so happy to obey in his life. 

Part 5

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[agir1ukn0w]

ok I’ll be honest with you guys, I’ve only had Goncharov (1973) for a little under 24 hours, but i already love it. I don’t even know all of the “lore” (if you could even call it that since we’re all basically making it up as we go along), but in many ways that’s kind of why i like it so much. we’re telling a story together. making (mafia) folklore. it’s like we’re all part of a storytelling workshop where we get a vague prompt and then take turns building up the plot/characters until we’ve created something new and living and entirely our own. so what if it happens to be a mafia movie; some of the greatest films ever made were mafia stories. It’s Shakespearean like The Godfather was, with love and betrayal and passion and conspiracies. There’s family and romance. good and evil all wrapped up in single characters. that’s what makes those (real) movies so timeless, and it’s what’s making Goncharov (1973) so entertaining for me (and others ofc). Thank you all so much for being such talented writers and spinning yarns so vivid that I can feel them. please keep going, and maybe I’ll even be inspired to add on to the Goncharov mythos in time

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Love is a Twisted Dance of Shadows

“Did you kill those other werewolves?” Liam finally gets the courage to ask, once his heart has been beating normally again and his breathing has improved.

“They touched what didn’t belong to them.” Theo says, not happy with Liam’s question but not avoiding it either.

“So you kill people. That’s your thing.” He doesn’t know how to put it, but he’s just trying to understand what he’s gotten himself into.

Moodboard by @thiamsxbitch

Rated E

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