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make-sterek-canon · 4 years ago

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That night I saved you || PolArm oneshot (KinnPorsche The Series)

Getting hurt being somebody's bodyguard is part of the job. It's inevitable.

Getting killed is another thing entirely. In Pol's eyes, it's unacceptable. Even more if the one at risk is Arm.

“That night I saved you”

[Pol’s POV] (Italics = emphasis/others; italics and bold = thoughts)

Extremely warm night. Sticky climate. His suit is completely ruined from all the sweat and dirtiness. There's also some blood mixed in there. Snot too, probably. Pol can't tell.

He's holding Arm down with one hand and the gun with the other. Arm is unconscious and not even responding to any external stimulus. All Pol can feel is his heart beating in his chest. Too slow to be noticed but it's something, some hope in the dark situation they're in.

Pol needs to get Arm out of there and fast or he'll lose him, and he's definitely not ready to say goodbye just yet. Maybe not ever.

He pushes the button on his earpiece but dead silence welcomes him from the other side. He takes off the damn thing rather violently. Time to put into action his last resort then.

"Pete! Pete!" His shouts fill the air. The bullets are still flying around and there's too much noise. He waits a few seconds, then tries again. Calling Pete desperately. Unrelenting sweat is falling down his face and neck, wetting even more his white (not anymore) shirt.

"Here!" He hears, and he sighs in relief.

"Listen! Can you handle it? I need to get Arm some help, he's in bad shape!"

"Go, I'll cover you!

That's all he needs to get going. Ducked behind a pile of sturdy-looking boxes, Pol tries to pinpoint Pete's position so he'll know where to move. Judging by his shouts he might be somewhere to the right and if Pol remembers correctly there's an exit that way. He needs to move to reach it though and it's easier said than done since he still has to protect both himself and Arm from getting hit by stray bullets. The only way is staying crouched while dragging Arm's motionless body.

Unresponsive as his fellow is, Pol is taking longer to do just that. He also needs to call someone to come and get them because they took Pete's car this time and of course he's the one that has the keys.

Pol curses under his breath. He'll definitely make a copy for next time. If there was a next time. There is still the possibility that none of them will survive the night after all.

After countless and torturous minutes he finds himself closer to the right side exit. This abandoned warehouse is big but not enough to get yourself lost.

Fortunately, no one has seen them and Pol hopes it stays that way for a bit longer.

"Hang in there, Arm. We're almost out."

He hasn't moved yet and Pol is starting to think that he's been dragging a corpse all along, but the sole thought is quickly getting to him and there's no time to lose.

The air is even more stickier and dense outside than inside the building, and Pol is heavily wheezing from the effort. Resting Arm's back against the facade, he places a hand on his chest to support him while taking the phone out with his free hand. Scratch that. He decides against it when not even two seconds have passed. They were not going to make it if they had to wait for someone from the major clan to come.

"Think, Pol. Think..."

Raising his eyes he suddenly notices an old gray Sedan some meters away, parked on the side of the smaller building, part of the main one but detached.

"This better work."

Hauling Arm as carefully as his own banged up body allows him, he walks to the vehicle. It should be easy to open since its windows are not armored as Pete's and the rest of their cars. Or if it's a getaway car as Pol suspects he could probably find the keys nearby, placed there for the owner to grant a fast escape.

First things first, he rests Arm against the car and checks to make sure it isn't open before looking for the keys. Crouching close to the driver's side tire Pol sticks his hand in the space between the car's fender and the tire, finding the keys on top of it. Bingo. After grabbing them he gets up and when a shot rings out, his hand opens on instinct dropping them to the ground. The bullet impacts against the gravel right next to where Arm is and Pol's breath stops working for a second, scared that he might have been hit.

"Where do you think you're going, scum? Put your hands up and turn around. Slowly."

Pol does as he's told, facing the man. He's pretty much average looking, not as big in size as Pol and he's definitely tired if his labored breathing is any indication. He has to take him down. And fast.

The quietness doesn't last long when the man steps forward with his gun still raised. The distance is shorter and Pol takes that chance to surprise his enemy, crouching down and getting some gravel to throw it to his face. That gets him a shout in response and he promptly throws himself against the man next to take the gun away. It flies off somewhere. But that's not the end of it. The man only needs a moment to collect himself and he attacks Pol. Avoiding blow after blow, he counterattacks when he has the opportunity, but he's not fast enough to block a sudden kick to the ribs. Falling to his knees in agonizing pain, Pol raises his head to look at the man, who's got a karambit and is brandishing it right in front of his face.

"Very nice... Just stay there like the dog you are. Fucking useless." He snickers and Pol flinches in disgust. "Your fuck-buddy must be dead, huh? Don't worry, you'll be following him soon enough..."

Pol glances Arm's way and his eyes tear up but he bites down hard on his lower lip to prevent the tears from falling. It's highly efficient since the pain distracts him from feeling anything else. He's not going to give the bastard the satisfaction to seeing him cry. Not for his own life, but for his fallen friend. The defiant look Pol sends the man's way makes him smile sadistically.

"Ah, that look... I'm so gonna enjoy butchering you like I would do a pig..."

A sudden movement causes Pol to look behind the man, a bit to his left. The man notices but it's not enough for him to turn around or even move. There's no time since he already has a bullet embedded in his skull. The dead body falls forward right into Pol but he moves before it touches him.

Still kneeling, he looks up at the shooter. Vegas.

"Empty promises... I hate people who are all bark and no bite the most." He says, with a gravely tone full of disdain.

And suddenly it's like a staring contest. But this time there's neither winner nor loser.

"Where's Pete?"

Pol is not sure if he should answer though he somehow knows that Vegas means no harm to his friend.

"Still inside."

"Get the fuck out of here or I'll finish you off. Less Kinn's bodyguards means less threats to my clan."

"Why won't you then?"

"What?"

"Finish us off."

"Let's just say that a certain someone wouldn't like that. Be grateful."

Guess who.

With nothing more to say, apparently, Vegas turns around and walks to the main building, gun in hand and ready. You can still hear some commotion happening inside. Pol watches him go for a second before getting up to get the keys from the gravel to open the car. He checks on Arm then, looking for his pulse in the neck. It's there. Weak, but there. Pol heaves a sigh of relief.

Getting him inside the car is not as easy at it looks but he manages to lay him down on the back seats. Pol is still not sure how is he that unconscious but he suspects he was brutally hit with something, and he worries that Arm might have a concussion since he's bleeding quite profusely from the head.

The road is completely empty on their way back and Pol speeds through it with too little care for anything else than getting Arm the help he needs.

Pol is so focused that he swerves and almost goes off the road when his phone rings unexpectedly, strident in the silent car.

His heart still in his throat, he answers after a few more tones ring.

"Pol, it's Pete."

"Hey... How are things there?" He asks the best he can, trying to steady his racing heart so it could return to normal.

"Calmer. I- I think we did it. The cargo is ours" Pete's voice is wavering a little, and Pol is not going to ask how they got it since he already knows. They had outside help and if Boss Korn found out he'd be anything but happy. But he won't say a thing. He's never been a whistleblower and he won't start now.

"Casualties?"

"Not many. We came prepared after all."

"Yeah..." Pol distractedly says, looking at Arm through the rearview mirror.

"What about Arm? Where are you taking him?"

"Where do you think?"

"Dr. Top? Are you sure that's a good idea?"

Pol grips the steering wheel so hard that both his hands start hurting, and he asks with his teeth clenched. "I don't have many options at the moment, or do I?"

He doesn't trust the man either but it's also true that there's nobody else they can go to. Dr. Top is as mysterious as he is a good doctor, and he'll treat Arm fairly.

"Ok, ok. Do what you have to do."

Running a trembling hand through his thick and slightly sweaty hair, Pol exhales slowly. "Pete, Arm... he... I'm not sure if he's alive. He hasn't moved or anything since before we left. He had a pulse when I got him into the car, but it was weak. He... he may be dead for all I know and fuck, I'm not okay with that..."

"Pol, you need to calm down," Pete says softly. "It's going to be okay, you hear me? He's gonna be alright. He's one of the toughtest men I know. So stop thinking. It's definitely not helping."

"It's just-"

"No, and whatever you might want to say? Just keep it for when he comes around. Okay? Call me when you get there."

"Yeah."

"Pol."

"Yeah, alright. I'll call you."

"And... ?"

"Stop thinking. I got it the first time, Pete."

"Just in case you forgot."

"Right... See you."

"See ya."

Then Pol hears a "Vegas, what the f-" and suddenly the line is cut off.

He doesn't move or says anything for a while, but the silence becomes too much and he feels the need to fill it.

"Vegas came to help... Can you imagine? That sadistic bastard helping us... Well, more like helping Pete." Pol mumbles, looking in the rearview mirror from time to time. "He saved my life. I'm not sure if I should be grateful or scared. I owe him, big-time." He doesn't know what comes into him but in a flash, Pol hits the steering wheel quite violently. "Fuck, Arm. Talk. Open your damn eyes. Can you at least hear me?" Regret washes over him the second he explodes. "I can't believe I'm doing this... I'm sorry. Fuck. I'm sorry. I should have been there for you sooner. If you die...” Don't you dare die on me.

The Anakinn residence comes into sight, imposing and in complete darkness except for the lights on the front facade.

Next to it, Dr. Top's house lies. It kinda looks like a cabin and it has all the comodities and necessities but if he lives there is basically because it is in his contract. Other than that, he comes and goes at will. No questions asked.

Getting out of the car Pol opens the back door to take Arm out. He doesn't even care about leaving the car open since it's not his and carries Arm bridal style towards the house. The entrance light turns on before he reaches the wooden door and it opens, showing the doctor in silky maroon pajamas. He's the definition of tall, dark and handsome. That's probably why Boss Tankhun and Vegas' brother Macao are head over heels for the man.

"Sleeping, Doc?"

The man smirks for a microsecond and urges Pol to get inside. "Leave him on the dining room table." He quickly follows the orders. It was like someone had told the doctor that they were coming because the table was clearly prepared for an emergency. Leaving him there, Pol steps back. That's when he takes a moment to evaluate Arm's state by himself. He's too damn pale. But other than that he looks like he's sleeping.

"Can you tell me what happened to him?" The doctor asks while checking Arm for vitals and shining a light into his eyes.

"I don't really know. I wasn't even close when it happened." Pol explains. "But I guess he was hit with some kind of weapon or thrown against something..." He stops talking, swallowing hard when he notices that his voice is breaking.

"It must be a concussion... Has he been unconscious the whole time?"

So I was right. Pol nods, not trusting his voice just yet.

"I'm gonna need you to be vocal, Pol. Get yourself together and talk."

"Y- yeah, he's been like that since I found him lying on the ground."

"That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Pol clenches his fists. Son of a...

"Okay, you can wait outside. Drink some water. Eat something. Do whatever you want, but get out of my sight."

"What? No-"

"Yes, Pol. You're making me uncomfortable, and you don't want Arm to suffer the consequences, right?"

Frowning and still with his fists clenched, he barks a resounding negative, storming out of the dining room after glancing at Arm for a brief second.

If he lets himself get carried away and closes the door with more force than necessary nobody can really blame him.

Pol doesn't know how much time he spends sitting on that awfully orange colored sofa, but he's been dozing off for a while, his eyes opening and closing non-stop.

But he knows he obviously lost the battle when he's startled awake by a hand shaking him. His own grabs that hand determined to get it off him in the worst way possible but he's promptly stopped by a familiar voice calling his name. "Pol, it's me."

Pete's delicate face welcomes him when he opens his eyes. "Pete. You're here." Surprise follows and he sits upright. "Why are you here? I thought you were with V-"

"He dropped me off and went back to work. He's got some unfinished business to attend..."

"Yeah, I can only imagine." Pol snorts, running a hand through his hair and clearing his throat. He feels it scratchy, like something got stuck there.

"Have you drank or ate anything? I don't want to be that person but you look bad..." And it must be true when his friend is looking at him in such a worrisome way. He doesn't even get upset for not having called him.

"I just can't... I feel like throwing up every time I think about it. Arm..." The reality hits Pol in that exact moment he remembers why he's in the state he is in. "Fuck. Arm. Pete, how is he? Do you know? Has the doctor talked to you? Is Arm... ?"

"Stop. Man, you're freaking out and that's not going to help either of you," Pete tries to calm Pol, taking his hands between his. "He's alive. He's fine. But he's not waking up. Dr. Top said that it'll probably take some more time for him to come to his senses. He also said that he's suffering from a severe concussion and that he's lucky he has no brain damage. So it's just a matter of time until he..."

"I want to see him." Pol declares, getting up in such a rush that it desestabilizes him for a second.

"You're going to hurt yourself even more. So stubborn..." Pete mutters, frowning while holding him by the elbows. "Has Dr. Top checked you up? Ah, don't bother answering. I already know what you're gonna say. Sit, for fuck’s sake."

"I need to see him," Pol almost begs. He just wants to see with his own eyes that Arm is alive. Is that so hard to understand?

"No, it's not." It's almost as if his friend had read his thoughts but he just said it aloud. "You know, it should have come as a surprise... but it just makes perfect sense. You are always together, and don't let me get started with those meaningful stares and little touches... Say, when you do you think it all started?"

"What do you mean?" He's still not ready to admit it out loud. Not if he can help it. So he chooses to play dumb instead.

Too bad Pete doesn't think the same.

"When did you fall in love?"

"You're being more nosy than usual..."

"I'm just curious."

"Should I ask you the same then? About you and that... man?" Pol answers back, quite forcefully.

Pete stills for a moment, with his eyes being the only thing giving him away. "I guess I deserved that one."

Feeling bad, Pol quickly backpedals. "No, I'm sorry. I just don't want to talk about it. It's not the moment nor the place."

"You're right," Pete shrugs sending him a tiny smile. "But don't think this is over."

"Oh, trust me. If I know you, and I think I do quite well, I just know you're not dropping it out anytime soon."

"Just delaying it. Because you look awful and I pity you."

Pol can barely contain a laugh. Pete is that good. He's a ray of sunshine among the darkness that lives within them. Even when he's had it really bad himself. Being a ball of happiness is his greatest charm.

"Okay, jerk, now make yourself useful and take me to him."

“Methinks you should ask nicely,” Pete pouts, obviously faking being upset.

“Well, me thinks you're being ridiculous.”

“Ah, you're no fun...” Sighing, Pete puts an arm around Pol's waist, and he instinctively puts his right arm around Pete's shoulder as support. "Alright then, I'll take you to your lover boy. He's rocking the Sleeping Beauty look, let me tell you."

"I'm telling him once he wakes up."

"Oh yeah? Then I'll tell Boss Tankhun to punish you later.

Pol snorts. "As if I hadn't had enough beatings for two lifetimes..."

"At least you weren't almost killed like a million times. Those guys were ruthless. The bullets kept coming and I thought I was a goner."

"You don't know the half of it," he mutters shaking his head, remembering how Vegas had saved his ass. Probably the same way he had saved Pete's if you think about it.

It seems like while Pol was asleep Dr. Top had moved Arm from the dining room to the guest room that was next to the kitchen and the toilet. Not by himself, of course, but with Pete's help.

The bedroom is neither big nor small, and it looks cozy with that warm wall decor paper beige colored with golden motifs. There are some paintings and portraits here and there, and a wardrobe in the bottom right corner, not too far from the full sized bed.

Arm lies there, still a bit too pale but he doesn't look like he's dying anymore. Pete was right in his Disney comparison and Pol cracks a smile.

"Whistle if you need me. I'll be in the living room." Pete interrupts his train of thought and he just nods, following his friend with his gaze as he leaves the room and closes the door behind him.

Turning around, Pol walks to the bed and sits on the right edge, facing Arm. His hand moves before he can think about it and he places it over Arm's heart. His heartbeat is steady and Pol closes his eyes to calm himself. They're both safe and together. Together... As if the touch was burning him he removes his hand from Arm's chest.

"I'm going crazy... There's no other explanation." Pol sighs, running a hand through his hair as a nervous gesture. "You really need to wake up, Arm. That doctor freaks me out and I don't like the thought of you spending the night here. I want us to go home."

It's right then when Pol notices that Arm's hand is palm up on the sheets in a clear invitation. After clenching and unclenching his fist a few times, he closes the distance and grabs Arm's hand with his own, lacing their fingers. He's almost tempted to kiss the back of his hand, but what he does is leaning towards Arm to whisper in his ear in a soft tone: "Are you going to leave me hanging? I didn't peg you as a cruel man..."

At first Pol thinks it's his brain playing tricks on him or maybe a muscle reflex but when it happens again it makes him lose his breath. Something is squeezing his hand. Leaning back a little, he looks into Arm's chocolate eyes, unblinking. Awake at last.

"We're even then, because neither I pegged you as a romantic man..." His voice sounds extremely hoarse but it's like music to Pol's ears.

Wetting his lips, he smiles from ear to ear. "Ass."

This time, neither of them smile in solitude.

~~o~~

Hi!

Writing this second oneshot was a challenge. It almost killed me, haha. But it was fun and I loved writing it. So worth it!

I hope you guys like it ^^

Here’s the first ArmPol oneshot I wrote. This one is a continuation. Kind of~

I’ll probably write a third one (last?) and maybe a Vegas/Pete spin-off!

Now go give the teaser for the series some love.

Thank you! <3

~Aeriel

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #polarm #armpol #jobbas #basjob #fanfiction #my creations

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janaeekook · 4 years ago

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Incapable i. || {myg}

“You cant love Min Yoongi, he doesn’t know how to love. Or care for that matter. You’ll just end up getting hurt.”

pairing: assassin!yoongi x reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: - mafia - death - masterbation -

series masterlist

prologue.

It was your 16th birthday when your father and your older brother Namjoon told you everything — their affiliation and leading of the largest mafia gang in Seoul. You always knew your family was wealthy, that's what you were raised knowing. But you never knew that for your family to obtain it's wealth, the two most important men in your life would go out and risk their lives every night in criminal activities.

You hadn't believed them at first, thinking it was just some prank, a wild joke. The idea of them having a gang made your stomach twist in knots. You had always been your fathers little girl, you saw him as your knight and shinning armor, slaying the dragons of your bad dreams.

Since that day you received vigorous training. Intelligence gathering, undercover and stealth missions, trades; organized crime soon became your life. You were endowed to it, you saw a lot of horrible things, things that never sat right with you, but it all became a twisted new normal to you. The only jobs you refused are to take someone’s life, for you fear your soul may never recover.

When you were eighteen, your father had decided to retire. Leaving the legacy of Bangtan Sonyeondan to your brother. Many of the older members went with your father leaving it fully in the hands of the youth they'd spent years training.

Now you're 21, and head of intelligence. After your father left, you and your brother purchased a new estate in the countryside which served as base camp. The extravagant building was large enough to be considered a castle with its different wings. The west wing was for the higher ups, there was 8 of you in total and you all kept business booming with your varying talents.

Namjoon was very clearly the leader, the true business man, he handled transactions and bigger things along with interigation.

Kim Seokjin, or Jin— was your brothers right hand and the more ruthless of the two, he hated conflict between members and he also specialized in interigation.

Min Yoongi; a cold assassin who never really said much just got the job done without fail, it's quick and painless, he said the screams annoy him.

Jung Hoseok, he deals mainly with illegal substance transactions. He's a sadist in his work, something you'd never guess.

Kim Taehyung, the brains; he is the eyes and ears of every operation and he's just a plain genius when it comes to the plans. He's usually the one to stay at the base camp watching monitors that display cameras he's hacked.

Jimin works along side you in intelligence. He's a complete flirt. He specializes is hand to hand, He may look small but he could take you down in a second.

Jungkook is your arms man, he handles all the weapons, he loves his guns and he's an incredible shot, he never misses a target.

Lastly there's you, head of intelligence, gathering information on enemies, often working close with Jimin. You're also an amazing shot and can be found sniping with Jungkook and Yoongi.

The east wing, on the other hand, housed many of your henchmen; the army. They were not to be trifled with, They were trained to kill. They are the most loyal followers, that's why Bangtan is on top, some even said if they died protecting the 8 they would have fulfilled their duties. They were willing to die for you and the others.

Loyalty is very important, it's drilled into their heads from the first day of training to their last breath. They all take an oath of trust and they devote their lives to Bangtan. Once an army, always an army.

•

"Y/n, can you hear me?" Taehyungs voice came through your earpiece.

"Ya." You spoke quietly as you sat at a booth in a stuffy little downtown bar.

"Ok, he's the one at the bar wearing the red suit, you should make your move now." You nodded and stood from the booth, making your way to the bar and next to the crimson clothed man.

"One Jack Daniels please." The bar tender nodded, you sat on the stool next to the man. You could feel his eyes raking your body.

"What's a pretty young thing like you doing here all alone?" His voice was thick with a Russian accent.

"My boyfriend dumped me." The bar tender slid you the drink and you took a large sip. The man continued to ogle you in wonder. He was not an attractive man, he resembled a drowned rat with his hair all greased back.

"He's quite unwise to leave such a beautiful woman." You looked to his face, scanning it before bringing a fake smile to your lips.

"You think I'm beautiful?" You asked feigning shock.

"Incredibly." His hand moved to your knee, his rat-like face forming the most unpleasant smirk. You took another sip of the strong whiskey before looking back into his beady eyes.

"Hmm." You bit you lip, which came off sexual but you were really trying not to gag, "What do you say we get out of here?" You stood from the stool, grabbing his hand. He pulled money from his pocket and placed it on the counter before standing.

You led him through the chorus of drunk people dancing, weaving your way to the door where Jin waited on the other side. They were hidden from view as you stepped into the cold night air with the rat man following close behind you. The way his eyes wandered your body, mentally undressing you, made you feel uncomfortable.

"I can't wait to see this body." He spoke lowly, placing a calloused hand on your hip. You grabbed the hand before twisting it behind his back and pushing him to the ground, you held one hand behind his back and the other you held to the concrete with your knee.

"What the fuck!?" He groaned, struggling in your grasp.

Hallow footsteps clicked along the pavement as Jin walked up, a cigarette between his the nimble fingers of his right hand, his other hand grasped a black cane that had a gold skull on top. He had injured his leg on a mission a few years ago and it never healed the same, but the cane made him all the more intimidating.

"W-what do you want?" The Russian man inquired from his position on the ground as he looked up to Jin who had placed the end of his cane to his throat.

"I want you to tell me what your boss is planning, and why you're in Seoul." Jin spoke calmly but the intensity and seriousness of his voice would make anyone cower in fear.

"I-I" He stuttered then Jin pushed his cane harder onto the mans throat and You tightened your hold, "Ok! Ok— we're working with another gang." Jins eyes narrowed.

"Who?"

"I-I don't know h-he wouldn't tell us! I'll do anything to prove it to you, I'll work as a spy!" The man crumbled after only seconds of Jins cold stare, the chuckle that bubbled from his throat was just as cold.

"You see, trust and loyalty is very important to me, and you crumbled under the slightest pressure. I hate men like you, cowardly, weak, you could never be one of us." Jin then walked away, you quickly stood and followed after Jin, the rat man scrambled to his feet.

"You whore! You played me! You're already someone's dirty bitch!" The man spoke to you and you just smiled viciously at him.

"It's just part of the game sweetheart." You turned walking away to the car with Jin.

"You're not even worth my time you tramp!" He called out, and I rolled my eyes.

"Yoongi." you heard him hum through your earpiece and a deafening shot rang out, the cold lifeless sound of body meeting pavement, and then silence.

•

The car pulled up in-front of the mansion. You exited the car followed by Jin and ascended the steps to the front doors, the guards on either side bowed to us.

Pushing the door open, you went inside, kicking off your heels instantly. The 4 others sat in the foyer to your left, discussing plans.

"I'm gonna change." You told Jin quickly heading up the left staircase and to your bedroom. You pealed the dress from your body, before tugging your sweatpants on and a long sleeve shirt. Hair tied back in a bun, you headed back out and down to the others.

You plopped down next to Jungkook, he looked to you and smiled, that smile of his never seemed to match his aura, or the array of tattoo's that covered his golden skin. Everyone began talking about random stuff and the mission. The muffled sound of a motorcycle outside told you all that Yoongi had arrived.

When the door opened and he appeared in everyone's view his face visually upset, but You could never really tell. He wore all black and held a full face helmet in his hand, a scar ran over his right brow and extended to his cheek. Your stomach fluttered when his tongue poked at the inside of his cheek. Your relationship toward Yoongi had always been strictly business, though your attraction to him grew, he was painfully attractive.

"Thanks for leaving the body to me." He spoke sourly his gaze directed towards Jin. He sat on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, his cane leaned on the couch next to him. Jin only chuckled at the younger man.

"It's your job." Jin held a fake smile upon his face, he stood using his good leg before grabbing his cane.

"Sure pin it on me." Yoongi spoke, Jins intimidating smile stayed on his face as he stepped closer to the other boy.

"I know you're not trying to start anything right Yoongi? You know how much I hate it."

He scoffed, "Whatever." He turned and headed up the stairs. Jin just sighed and went back to his original seat. Your eyes followed Yoongi as he disappeared up the stairs, You wanted to follow him but you knew he'd just shut you out.

You laid in bed that night, unable to dodge the thoughts of him. You groaned rolling onto your side and tried to lull yourself to sleep, it was no use your body longed for his hands all over you -- but your mind told you it wouldn't be wise to try to love someone who was so emotionally absent. But was he really?

Your mind and body were deeply contrasting one another, the allure he had; both nothing and something. It called you forth to let him break you, but your morals pulled you back as the dark aura also pushed you away. You chewed at your cheek as your mind was running rampant. Your imagination beginning to take hold the scenarios swirling through your headspace, bringing you into a daydream like state as your mind played out what your mind had thought of sending your cheeks ablaze.

"What do you want me to do princess?" It was Yoongi, he had your daydream self pinned between himself and a wall.

"Touch me." Your voice a pitiful whine as you begged for his hands, he smirked sensing how needy you were, and it was all his doing. Well dream Yoongi of course.

"Where?" He asked, your words failed to exist in your mouth so you grabbed his veiny hand, guiding the strong appendage between your legs. You hadn't realized you were fully naked in this scenario, but you didn't care as his hand began to explore you, treating you like some toy.

Your eyes shot open, not being able to face the crude scene any longer, Your room felt as if it were on fire, your clothes becoming unbearable as they stuck to your skin. Your mind had somehow found its way to the side of your body, running a mile-a-minute with thoughts of Yoongi and different ways his hands could pleasure you. Your face was bright red, You were thinking of extremely sexual situations about someone who probably saw your relationship as otherwise platonic. You groaned, feeling your core throb as more thoughts invaded your mind. You had grown incredibly hot and bothered you couldn't take it, you went to the bathroom starting a shower in hopes to cool down your bodies rising temperature.

The water ran down your body, as you stood under the steady streams unmoving. You shook your head, rubbing your hands over your face, as your mind wandered to the idea of him fucking you against the shower wall. You felt dizzy as you grew more aroused as you thought of the man only doors down from you. You groaned before taking in a shaky breath, you brought your hand to yourself, eyes fluttering shut as you finally did what your body begged for.

It was slow at first as you rubbed small circles over that familiar bundle of nerves, your mind wandering back to the idea of him fucking you senseless in the shower. You bit your lip before pressing your back against the cool tile, lifting your leg to rest it on the shower bench next to you, allowing your hands perfect access to every sensitive part of you. You pushed a finger past your entrance, quickly accompanying it with another. You imagined it was him, his experienced hands touching you, getting you off.

Your small noises concealed by the water hitting the shower floor, you quietly moaned his name as you silently wished it was his cock inside you. Your legs began shaking as you drew closer to your orgasm, you threw your head back in pure bliss the tension finally unraveling in your stomach-- and it was Yoongi's name on your lips, the last word you spoke as you rode out your high.

You quickly cleaned your now relieved body and your sweat ridden hair, before finally exiting the shower. You collapsed on your bed, drifting off into a dreamless sleep, relief and satisfaction running through your veins.

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zuffer-weird-girl · 5 years ago

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Broken promises but relieved hearts

"You... you want me to what?" You asked in disbelief, body freezing cold while feeling your legs trembling but somehow sustaining your body no less.

He sighed while placing some bullets inside a black box of his, before he looked at you dead in the eye, no emotions present on his features.

"Pack your things. I won't repeat myself longer, you know that I hate those things." His tone of voice was... nonchalant, like he didn't know how much this confused and hurted you in the worst ways.

"But... But why? What did I do?" You asked, feeling your chest getting tighter after each word you left out.

"Nothing. Just follow my orders (Y/n)." He said without a care as he returned to looking at some papers... some people were on it but you didn't had the mind for getting curious about it.

"Can I just know why?" You asked breathless, catching one more time his attention.

He looked at you up and down beforr he let out a irritated sigh, resting his head on his hand as he returned it to reading.

"Is nothing from your business. Just pack your things and leave at least this night."

You suddenly felt a wave of not only sadness but anger consume you slowly, that unstoppable feeling sticked on your throat before you whispered some things that Chisski aparently didn't caught it.

"Speak louder. I can't understand a single thing you're saying."

"I said-" yoy curled your hands into fists as your eyes squezeed shut "Why do you do this?"

He only arched his eyebrow at your words, before almost dropping them on his desk when he ssw your eyes tearing up.

Fuck.

"Why do you have to be so... selfish all of the time?" You asked hushed, breathing in and out after you sobbed quietly "After all this time Chisaki. I did and still do all you ask me for, always having my trust and being completely honest." You sobbed, getting the bit of courage to look up at those golden eyes.

"B-But you?" You let out a bitter giggle "You just do these things. Out of the blue, without a explanation or even a single word about it! And now you-you're just kicking me out without a damn good reason?!"

He got up from his chair to extend a hand towards you but you flinched away.

"Tell me Chisaki!" You screamed, hands curled up into trembling fists as the tears rolled down your face.

He looked at you for a brief moment before hanging his head low, bringing his hand to pinch of his nose.

"I'm doing this for protection." He say it at least "Tommorow by tge morning is possible that some heroes invade the base and the scenario is not going to turn out pretty."

"Then you just thought that sending me away would do me any good?" You asked in disbelief "What if I don't want to go dammit?"

"You're going." He growled "You don't have a quirk, neither good enough on reflexes. I don't want you here."

"...you.." you breathed in to contain your anger "fucking.. jerk..!"

You went to turn your back towards him to storm out of the room before gou felt a gloved hand grab on your shoulder and turn you around to him.

"Listen-"

"No." You hissed "I don't want to. I'm sick of this Chisaki! If I am that useless for you you could had just-"

"GODDAMMIT LISTEN FOR ONCE! I DON'T WANT YOU HERE BECAUSE YOU CAN GET HURT!" He grasped onto both of your shoulders, shaking a bit to make you understand him.

You stopped your vent but your tears continued to fall as you looked up at him with surprised eyes. You knew that your boyfriend only shouted when the situation was serious, besides that, he absolutely hated it whoever lifted their tone of voice too loud.

"... I just can't." He breathed out, taking his gloved hands off from your shoulder as his head still hung low. "You got nothing to deal with this issue. So that's why I'm sending you away before its too late..."

"But did you took the minute to think that I would want to stay with you? Kai for crying out loud, I love you!" You exclaimed, frowning when he didn't changed his gaze from the floor to you "I can't just-"

"Remember all those times where you were threatened and almost killed due to your affiliations with me." He sighed "This will help you... This is serious, and I don't want any filth hero laying their hands on you... just think about that when during the time when we are apart."

"You can't expect me to just nod and agree with that!" You shouted, tears coming back with the same force as before while you gripped the hem of your shirt.

"Is for the-"

"It is not!" You protested "It took me a long time to get pass through your walls that you sadly build up due to your fuck up parents! I'm not going to just throw that away for some stupid safety measure!" You cried, getting sad and frustated with how Chisski didn't still looked up at you.

"Angel... please. I already bought a place where you can stay, me and Chrono would be there by the end of tommorow. Just please listen and go..." He pleaded, something that left you in shock.

Since when your Chisaki Kai pleaded for something?

"Why do you do this?" You whimpered, wiping a few tears off from your cheeks with your sleeve "Anyone else you would be fine letting them here... why can't I stay with the person i love the most through thick and skull..?!" You sobbed into your hands, the tears sliding down from your palms and falling into the wood of the floor.

He took a shaky breath before going to take off his mask and place it over his desk, shortoy after making his way towards you.

"Because no matter how many times I tried..." his voice caught your attention, looking up to meet one of the rare faces your boyfriend make.... eyes soft but filled with inner pain and lips quirked up a little bit on a sincere smile.

"I can't help but fall and fall even more for you... this as a consequence makes me want to protect you with all costs. (Y/n), you simply accepted me despite knowing who I was and how I am... I just want to repay you and him after all this kindness." You sobbed loufly before almost throwing yourself at him, using all of your force on that hug.

His muscles tensed at the sudden contact and he ket out a tiny, if you weren't close to him you surely wouldn't be able to hear it, gasp of shock.

"The same goes for you idiot! First Pops coma, and now this? Kai I can't leave you alone. I just can't!" You cried while gripping onto his shirt tightly, letting your tears fall freely.

He felt shivers of displeasure when you commented on Pops current situation, finally catching his breath back as he slowly hugged your waist.

He was going to bring him back. When all of this ended and the yakusa was back and the world cured from thise diseases, he would see how his plan worked, how all of his actions were only to help him... to repay him.

"Is weird how even crying you can still make me feel not like a monster with your arms wrapped around me..." he breath out, inhaling your scent before he oushed you a bit for him to wipe those tears out of his angel's face.

"Please don't make me go away when-"

"(Y/N). Everthing is going to turn out ok. The heroes might invade, but I am not letting them even lay a finger on me. You know what I am capable of." He cupped your cheek on his hand, smilling a bit in relief when you sighed and brought your own hand to hold onto his.

"You're always causing trouble..." you muttered, enjoying the warmth and comfort that Chisaki could bring to you by only a touch.

"A problem that is necessary, see for the bug picture like I do my dearest." He muttered in response, meeting you in one of you guys most passionate and long kiss.

You sighed after he parted away, and rested your head on him as he carresed your hair slowly.

"... I promise." You arched one eyebrow up as you looked at him "I promise I am getting back to you without a single scratch." He said nonchalantly, but you could notice how serious he was by he intensity of his gaze.

Chisaki was never one to promise something, only when it was needed or he felt that would be the only way he would have the person's trust during business...

You sniffled, wiping with your wrist the last remain of your tears.

"You better hold on to that promise Chisaki Kai or else I, without regrets, going to wack your face." You giggled at his chuckle, some happiness back into your soul.

"Agressive are we? Fine then. It's a deal." He brough you close again, noses brushing against each other while each one warmth breaths spread on the other's faces.

"I love you." You sighed, nestling your face on the crook of his neck.

"... same here." He rested his head on your face, hesitantly parting away with a sigh of disappointment "... come. I will take you on that place."

"Right now?" You asked with teary eyes, sad and broken look making him cringe but still not turning back as he picked up his mask and placed it over his face again.

"Right now." He said numbly, opening the door of his office to let you pass through first.

With heavy heart, gulit slowly consuming him and the sudden cold and numb world he once lived in came back the moment ,he returned to the Shie Hassaikai... with no emotions on his face... merely a frow on as he walked alone to his bedroom to face the cruel and cold bedsheets.

That night he didn't sleep... since the devil had no angels on his arms to expelled his night terrors away from him.

Four walls, no morning light, a messed up bed and without both of his arms...

That was his life now. Caged, arrested on the worst prison of Japan. Tartarus, a place only dedicated to mantain the worst of the criminals in it.

He sighed and hitted the back of his head on the wall behind him.

Everything he had worked so hard for... just got ripped out of his hands... and as a little bonust that Shigaraki had took his arms and his finsihed product...

Even remembering the scene gave him chills... the pain of losing your arms though not surpassing the pain of letting the only man who had raised him down... the worst is that he couldn't bring Pops back, with his illness gone he was just like Shigaraki said.

A pathetic. Quirkless man. Loser...

He didn't even bothered how he was bejng threatened in there... he had lost everything.

And you? Dear god you must hate him. Despise his existence. Wish the heroes had killed him.

Surely you saw the news. He not only broked his promise but the heroes showed what he was doing...

You were never going to forgive him... he had lost the most special person on his life.

What is the purpose of living now? Why was he still breathing? This was some cruel joke from the universe? A way to pay his sins?

The voice of the guard brought him back to reality, not changing his numb and broken gaze fron the white ceiling of his cell.

"You have a visit Chisaki."

"... don't call me that. It makes my ears bleed hearing that name coming out of your disgusting mouth." The guard snickered and left the cell chuckling while saying something about 'first have a finger to suck on, the after come talking shit to me.'

Filthy...

He lowered his head to see whoever it was before widening his eyes and losing his breath at seing you standing there, face srcunched up or in anger or in worry.

He betted jt was the first one though by the way your fists were curled up.

"... It's only fair that you 'wack me on the face' noe my dearest.... go ahead, I deserved it." He lowered his head while saying this.

He heard your heavy footsteps coming closer at him, signing and closing his eyes he prepared for the impact...

What he didn't expected though was to feel your loving and clean arms wrap around his neck as you aprted your legs to climb on his lap.

"You idiot!" You cried, making him go wide eyed at your actions "I was so scared of loosing you and never seing you again!" You hugged hin closer while sobbing, feeling your shoulder start to get wet as well.

He gritted his teeth together whiel tightening his jaw, letting only a whimper of his out before he closed his eyes and rested on your shoulder.

With the absence of his arms he couldn't just crush you on him like he so desperately wanted.

"I'm sorry..." he said quietly, feeling like the worst of juman garbage at heari g and feeling his angel to cry on him BECAUSE of him.

He owned a explanation...

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somethinginsideyourhead · 7 years ago

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u'm?????????no ???? you can't make me?????? SLXRPISMS

oh?It was a normal day in Gravity Falls, Oregon. Well, as normal as Gravity Falls gets, anyways. Dipper Pines was reading his book, and Mabel, his twin sister, was wondering what he was doing."Dipper, are you gonna keep your nose buired in that strange book of yours all summer? You gotta go out, have an adventure!" Mabel exclamd."Not now," Dipper said quietly. "I'm trying to decode this."He was looking at a cryptogram that said, "XSLFA QBE QXZL YBII". Dipper was offically stumped. He could not figure out what it meant. And it seemd very mysterious to him."Grunkle Stan is gonna take us to the diner for lunch, Dipper!" Mabel exclames.Dipper, however, was not in the mood for the diner. He was publicy humiliated the last time he went, and he thougt the food wasn't very good anyway."Mabel, I don't want to go to the diner," Dipper said solemmly. "I want to go somewhere else.""But there is really nothing else in town, ulness you count the Taco Bell near the forest." Mabel replied."Taco Bell?" Dipper's ears perked up. He had never eaten at Taco Bell before, and ever since last week, he had a craving for mexican food for some reason."Why don't we go to Taco Bell today?" Dipper asked."Taco Bell?" Grunkle Stan questioned. "Why d'you wanna go THERE? It smells like the bathroom when it gets clogged.""I had my heart set on pancakes, Mabel moaned.""Listen, you can go to Taco Bell if you want to, but don't come crying to me when you smell like expired onions.""Fine, I Will." Dipper said harshly."Don't let the door hit you on the way out," Grunkle Stan said. But as he was exiting the Mystery Shack, the door hit him on the way out."AH HA HA HA HA HA!" said Grunkle Stan. He was laughing.So anyways, Mabel and Grunkle Stan went to the diner, while Dipper tried to find the Taco Bell. He had brought with him his book and a couple bucks. But finding the Taco Bell was harder than he had previously thought. He had been looking around town for what seemed like days. The Mysteru Book wasn't helping him either. Until he saw a flicker of a sign in the forest. He went into the forest."Why would there be a Taco Bell in the forest?" Dipped asked himself.After hiking for about an hour, Dipper finally got to the Taco Bell. But it sure didn't look like any Taco Bell he'd ever seen. It was surrounded by a barrage of giant Oak trees, in an open field, completely different from the rugged terrain of the Oregon forest. The open field was covered with at least three layers of pine needles, which got the attention of Dipper. He stuck his hand into the pine needles."OW!" Dipper shouted. A pine needle poked him. It hurts.The resturant, Taco Bell, looked like a silo, sort of. Well, it was very cylindrical. The outside had rusty picnic tables, and looked like no one used them at all. Dipper walked up to the resturant's door."Should I go in there?" Dipper asked himself. "I'm starting to have second thoughts. Why is there a small, desolate, Taco Bell in this forest, miles from the nearest road? But I guess it's my only option. Mabel and Grunkle Stan are probably don with lunch right now."And they were. Mabel wondered why Dipper hadn't come back yet, but Grunkle Stan didn't give a damn.So Dipper entered the resturant. But he was relieved to see that the interior was normal, except for its high celing. There were also no customers inside, but Dipper thought that was normal, considering how the franchise was so isolated.He went up to the counter. There was only one cashier working the registers. A very old, slightly deaf, bored out of his skull cashier.Dipper decided what he wanted to order, than approached the register."Excuse me, I'll hav—""WE ONLY GOT TACOS!" the cashier interrupted."Ok, I guess I'll have a taco, then." Diper said."WHAT DID YOU SAY?" the cashier yelled."I SAID I WANT A TACO." Dipper yelled back."Ok, then." The cahier said, then went in the back for a few minutes. When he came out, he was carrying dippers taco."That'll one dolla," the cashier said. Dipper gave him the money, and went to sit down at the least grimiest table.He bit into the hot, spicy, juicy taco, filled with thick, pure, meat, mild, tantalizing black beans, and sour, fluffy, sour cream. He enjoyed the single bite of that perfectly cooked taco, and still tasted it in his mouth after he swallowed it.But as he was about to bite into it a second time, he felt a churning movement inside his body, something that he had felt often."Uh oh." Dipper said, than rushed to find the lavatory."Man, that really went through me," Dipper said to himself.For some reason, the bathrooms were hidden in a corner, far from the counter, and far from the table he was sitting at.When he walked in, he found that the bathrooms were surprisingly clean, for a fast food resturant, anyway. And Dipper found this suspisicious. All of the stalls were full, and no one was using the urinals.But, right on cue, someone walked out of one of the stalls. Dipper didn't pay much attention to who was walking out, but he was wearing all black, and had a plastic bag with him. Dipper just had to go.Unfortunaly, he didn't make it in time. He checked his pants and found the worst of all."Diarreah." Dipper said. "Yeegh."He was about to leave the stal when he noticed a bulge in his pants.He touched the bulge, and once he touched it, he knew excatly what it was. It was an erection.He found himself completely aroused after touching it, and started to do it some more. Eventually, he was ready to hardcore masturbate. He didn't know what was arousing him, but he knew he was aroused.He took off his blue shorts and his soiled underwear, revealing his medium-sized, but not small, penis. The tip was bright and red, like Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.Dipper started to yank his Johnson harder and faster. The five-incher was getting pumped. Dipper's soiled hands started to feel bits of pre-cum on his dry fingers.Eventually, the medium-sized dick couldn't take it anymore, and burst in an explosion of cum. The cum got all over the walls and toilet, and Dipper felt proud. He had creamed himself for the first time, but he was upset that it was not over Wendy."No," Dipper thought. "All this is not enough for me. I need to release all of this!"With his erection still active, Dipper began yanking his penis again. It was much quicker, and Dipper cummed quicker. It was a bigger release than last time, and it began to rain Dipper's seed.Dipper felt more proud than last time, his heart about to burst from all the droplets of cum falling down from the celing. He felt as happy as he felt on the day of the first snowfall of the year.He stuck out his tongue to tast the cum, shiny from the faulty flourescent lighting in the bathroom. He tasted it, and he thought it was the one of the best tastinf things in the world, better than the largest chocolate bar, better than the rarest pig, and better than the taco he was having earlier.By now, he couldn't stop. He couldn't leave now and miss out on this great masturbation adventure. He wanted to taste the cum. He scraped a handfull of it off of the stall and put it in his dirty, wet, mouth.He grabed another, and another, and another. He was getting more aroused by consuming the cum, and he released another load."So that's where it's all coming from," Dipper said to himself, cum all over his face and teeth.Dipper came up with a solution to get a more hardcore, adult, masturbation expierience. He was going to put it into action.He tilted his head down, sat down on the cum-covered ground, grabbed his hardened Johnson, and stuck it in his mouth.Once it was firmly in, Dipper began to suck on the very hard rod. He sucked it like the lollipop he got a the county fair a while back. It taste alot like it to.The legs were so expertly over his shoulder that he could've been a gymnast. The more he sucked on his hard dick, the more his aroused legs shook.Eventually, just when he was going to give out, he came in his mouth. It was the best thing he ever expierienced, and kept on performing fellatio on himself.As he was stimulating himself orally, he accidentally fell over to his side. He broke from his his penis and cummed on the floor. The floor was covered in so much of Dipper's cum that he started to make a snow angel in the cum, or, a cum angel. He was eating som in the process.But then he looked to his side, and immediately became so hard that the red tip was touching his short pubic hair.He saw what was causing it.He saw his underwear, covered in dark brown feces.He held up his underwear, which was covered in the cum-filled floor, and marveled at its erotic beauty. The feces were so beautifully ejaculated, so smooth in its sticky browness, so perfect they felt in Dipper's white hands.He wanted his shit.He held the brown underwear like a fish on a lure, and put his sticky white lips into the sticky brown feces.His tongue was rubbing the crap all over his tighty whites, making his mouth all a brownish-white mess. He was biting into the shit and sucked it in his mouth. It was more stimulating than ever before. He now knew that he didn't need Wendy, or Mabel, or any of the other girls in Gravity Falls. All he needed was a big pile of his shit.He tok a scoop of the feces (He had a lot of diarrea) and began to spread it over his dick. Every time he spread the crap, he was getting more and more aroused. Once his dick was completely brown, he came again.It filled up all the spots in the stall that weren't covered in Dipper's cum. Once again, Dipper took big scoops of cum and consumed it in large gulps.Now Dipper had to put the brown sticky feces all over his penis again, and boy, did he do a good job. The brown stuff was all over his external genitals, and his testicles. He had cummed a few times here and there.Now, his beautiful, brown genitals, needed to be cleaned. But Dipper didn't have any cleaning supplies, so he had to suck the shit off.He brung his erection up to his mouth, and began to suck. This time he made it very clear to lick the feces off with his tongue, and as soon as the tongue touched his dick, he cummed.He was having the most fun he ever had in that bathroom stall and forgot who he was, where he lived, where he was, or what he was eating. All that was on his mind was his sweet cum.He just thought of a great idea.Dipper took a scoopful of diarreah and a scoopful of cum, and put it in the toilet.He flushed it, but before it want all the way down, he grabbed the wet pile of shit and cum, and stuck it in his mouth.Dipper was consuming all of the shit, cum, and toilet water, and it tasted great. He kept on doing it for god knows how long, and one of the times, he hit his head against the toilet rim.Dipper's brain must've been knocked out of place at that time, because this time, instead of putting the shit and cum in his food hole, he started to lather it on his penis again.He wanted more of his Johnson, but that would be a fatal mistake.Once it was covered again, he put it in his mouth and began sucking. But did it too hard.As he was sucking and cumming, he accidentaly bit on his dick.As soon as he tasted the blood, he broke out of coitus, and saw his lacerated penis.He saw a mix of blood and cum coming out of it, like aa lava, and his erectile muscle pointing out.Dipper grabbed it and grimaced in pain. He winced at it, and looked horrified. He snapped out of it all, and tried to figure out a solution to the castration.He put some more diarea and cum on it, but that didn't stop the bleeding.Dipper spit out the piece of dick that he bit off, and tried to reapply it, but it didn't work.No matter how many times he tried to reattach it, they all failed.He put more of his reproductive fluids on the castrarion, but they only made the penis swell up, like the Goodyear blimp.Dipper was licking the blood off the try to stop it, but the blood was coming faster than he could lick.He was now in ultimate pain, and felt nothing like this. He screamed, as loud as he could, and felt like no one could hear him. He was screaming louder and louder, saying, "HALP! I BIT MY DICK OFF!"He was going insane. He started to bang against the stall, screaming "HELP!" as loud as he could yell. After a full 5 minutes, with a large mix of blood, cum, and feces on the floor, he was banging his head against the stall.The banging was louder than the loudest thunderstorm, and yet no one came for help.Dipper was alone in the bathroom, alone in the stall, alone with his beloved dick, now to near death, and unfortunately, he was near death.After one final blow to the head, the now-screaming Dipper was now as silent as Christmas Eve. He felk to the floor, eyes turned skyward, and fell in a mix of his own blood, cum, and feces.At the Mystery Shack, Mable was feeling very worried about Dipper, so she went off and tried to find him. She went off into the forest first, (She knew where it was) and, suprinsignly, got there in less time than Dipper.As she entered the newly cleaned doors, she immediately noticed the once-bitten taco on one of the tables, and immediately knew it was Dipper's.Mabel rushed into the men's bathroom, (she liked to use the urinalls) and rushed into a random stalls.It was her brother's.Mabel looked at how messy the stall was, and how it was used to do the deed. Her pink sneakerswere sticky from stepping into the reddish-brown mess of fluids.She walked around the messy stall for a bit, but then saw the most horrid sight she could imagine.Dipper's corpse.Mabel was welled up in tears at the sight of it, and began to cry.As she was crying, she sat down in a pile of the blood, feces, and cum and looked at Dipper's lifeless face.It was beautiful, as his smooth facial features complimented his circle of cum around his lips."Oh, Dipper," Mabel said through her tears, "Let me clean the white stuff off of your lips."Mabel brought Dipper's head up to hers, and she kissed him.After pulling out of the kiss, Mabel enjoyed it, and so she kissed him again.She didn't want to let go of Dipper, not now. Not when he had just died. He was her brother, after all!She held Dipper's naked corpse in her arms, and she felt a tingling feeling in herself, an secret dirty side."No one would care if we just did it, right? He is dead, and know 1 would know in this restroom stall…" Mabel thought.She immediately came up with an answer. She pulled Dipper's head up to her head, and kissed him again, only it was a french kiss.Once Mabel was done, she put the body on the floor, then Mabel got down on the fluid-covered floor, too.Mabel started to go on a kiss-krazy frenzy with Dipper, that made it lok like Dipper was alive. Tongue went into Dipper's deceased mouth, scraping the feces and cum off of the roof of Dipper's mouth.Mabel was shaking even more now, that her tongue was touching Dipper's. She unzipped her jeans, slowly slid them off, and then threw them at the wall. They stuck there from the cum.Mabel revealed her nice, clean, exposed, virgin, vagina. She took Dipper's corpse, not noticing the eternally bleeding penis, and brung it closer to the cervix.She rubbed her clitoris for arousal perposes before she stuck it in, and once the dick was firmly in, she finally felt joy in her life.She loved the feeling of losing it to her dead brother's body, and started to get the oddest feeling.She lost it. She finally lost it.She squealed in happyness, and started to french kiss Dipper harder. Her tongue almost touched Dipper's uvula.She kept holding on to his lacerated dick in her vagina, and sloshing her tongue all around Dipper's mouth.She kept pulling in an out with Dipper's stick. Blood was getting on her urethra walls, not noticing one bit. She did not want to leave the body, not now. She would kill herself if it could mean they'd be in coitus forever.If only Dipper could kiss her back.After what seemd like hours, it wouldn't fit in. Mabel finally looked down at the now pretty messed up penis.Mabel couldn't look away at it.It was now swollen to the size of her head, a whole mix of rainbow colors, and still spewing lifeless cum.Mabel vomited on it, which only made it worse. It grew bigger and bigger."Oh, Dipper," she said soflty.Then Mabel started to scream.She was horrorfied at the sight of it, and started to barf again. She tried to put a giant mix of blood, cum, vomit, and feces on the dick, but it didn't work. She tries to suck it all off, but found herself enjoying the sucking and the taste of Dipper's penis blood.She kept on sucking on it, tasting the blood, and touching and fondling Dipper's dead erectile muscle.She was esctatic. She was more happy than she ever had been. More happy than she was before.As she was squealing with delight, the stall door started to open a crack. Mabel took notice of this."Huh?" she asked. The door started to open more (It wasn't locked).Mabel started to get nervous. She didn't want to go to jail for necrophilia, she was only a child, who bit off more than she could chew. She got too ahead of herself, after lusting after her twin brother for so long. If it was the police, she had no hope. She hoped it was just another Taco Bell employee, who would listen to her and help her out.The stall door finally burst open. Standing in front of it, was a man dressed in black. He had a Taco Bell logo sewn on the left of his fleece jacket. He was wearing squeaky shoes, that squeaked across the bathroom floor, He was wearing dark sunglasses.The mysterious man walked up to the two of them slowly. Mabel stood up on her feet, fear and blood on her face.The man stared at Mabel for a long time, until he finally said, "Are you supposed to be in this bathroom, young lady?"Mabel was shaking in horror, now. She turned to face Dipper's naked, violated, dead body, and turned to face the man again."M-mist-ter, I-idin-din't inten-nd to do t-this to m-my br-bro-brother," Mabel said, shaking with tears in her eyes.The man brought himself closer to Mabel's face."S-sir, your, your, your, in m-my p-p-per-ersonal spa-ace," Mabel tried to manage.The man was inspecting a red spot on Mabel's cheek. After several seconds, the man touched the spot, trailed his finger in it, and put the finger in his mouth."Blood," the man whispered to himself."W-what did y-you s-sa-say, S-sir?" Mabel asked him, not understanding what he was saying."Little girl, do you know what that is on your cheek?" the man asked.Mabel repeated what the mysterious man did to her cheek, and said back to him, "I-It's bl-blood.""And with the blood being on your cheek, have you developed, shall we say, a desired taste for it?" the man asked back. Mabel did not notice the retractable chisel in his right hand."Um, uh, y-y-y-y-ye-ye-yes? I didn't m-mean to, I j-jus—""Ssssh," the man quieted her. "If you like the addicting taste of it, why didn't you say so?" and, without warning, the man cut her across the chest with the chisel.She screamed at the pain of it. Blood started to pour out of the diagonal cut fast, almost covering her stomach."You can lick that up. Your blood probably tastes better than that kid's," the man said pointing to Dipper. Then the man gave another cut, across her face.She screamed again, louder this time."Now you can get the blood close to your face. And just to make sure your silent," the man then slit her across the neck.She could not scream this time.The man went into her neck, and pulled out three vocal chords. The man streched the chords out, and he jumped rope with them, while slashing Mabel across the face several times.When her face was cut so many times that her nose fell off, the man decided it was time for the scalping. He took out a bigger knife, and slammed it right above Mabel's eyebrows.The man gripped the knife's handle, still in her face, and began to make a deep cut. The man put all his strength into it, because he decided to make the hardest part, first. He tried to do it right on the skin, but sadly, did not do the job he liked.Mabel's head was now topless, the top of her skull exposed and violently cut, so that you could see her brain inside the skull.Tge pieces of muscle and flesh were still attached to Mabel's hairy scalp, so the man cut them off. The scalp was now thin as skin, and still full of Mable's hair. He hung the scalped scalp up on the hoor on the door. It would be his prize, something he kept for himself.Now the man prepared for the rest of the body,What he wanted to do next was to make it rain. Not water as you may think. He wanted it to rain something else.He got down to Mabel's blood covered slashed chest, grabbed her not fully developed breasts, and began to cut off Mabel's nipples.Once he was done, the blood started to come out, like Old Faithful Geyser. He was amazed by the sight of the fountain of blood, and began to dance around in the stall, stepping in all the fluids that were on the floor.When the blood was starting to flow a little less slowly, the man moved on to the legs. The man hung Mabel's nipples next to the scalp (the nips were his prize too), and started to cut Mabel's legs.He started to cut faster than a race car driver on a smooth asphalt track. Teh cuts kept on appearing on her kneecaps until the capbone was exposed. By that time, her lower legs and her body were only attached by a thin string of cartilage.Then the guy moved on to her toes. With the knife as sharp as knife, he cut every one of her little toes off.Mabel body was losing so much blood that she started to flatten out. The place where it was mostly coming out of, was her toes. The toe blood was making a sea of red on the floor.The man, now with his Taco Bell fleece jacket splattered with red on it, now dug the knife into Mabel's left foot. He began to make another cut, similar to what he did to her scalp, and began to cut ths skin off of the foot. The cut was much better than what he did to the scalp.He did the same to the other foot, and then hung the skin up next to the scalp.Mabel's feet were now just a big mess of flesh, muscle, blood and nerves, Mabel (who was still alive)'s face was now completely exposed to all the cuts she was getting, he mouth hanging open like a gaping person.The blood was already covering her chest, and since the man actually had a soul, he didn't want to subject the little girl to the misery she was about to endure. So he took the long knife, and stabbed her in the middle of her chest, where her heart was. Blood poured out of it more than her cut off nipples did.Once most of the blood was done spewing, the man got down near Mabel's bloody vagina.He very carefully took his knife, got down near the cervix, and stuck the knife's blade up the hole.While in Mabel's cock cave, the man was rotating the knife, cutting up the walls of Mabel's egg chamber. The tip of it got finally inside it, and, very carefully, snipped every one of Mabel's fallopians.It was a hard job. He had to be very careful. He had done it many times before, but today wasn't his best day. He accidentally slit some of the sides of Mabel's vagina, cutting into the muscle surrounding it. The man was very embarrassed."Shit, hopefully no one will notice that," he said to himself. He took the knife out of Mabel's hole, with ovaries and two Fallopian's on the blood-covered blade.The man got out a big plastic trash bag, and scraped the knife on it, making the contents on it go into the bag.But since the knife's handle was covered in more blood than it usually was, he accidentally let it slip, and it dug into Mabel's right shoulder."Perfect," the man said ominously.The man got out a pair of vinyl gloves and put them on his hands. He gripped the knife tightly, wanting a deeper cut than he had before. After a while, after digging and digging and digging, the man's knife got throught to the other side.Once the man saw the job he did, he threw the arm in his trash bag. He felt great pride, and felt that he could easily achieve his goal now.So he went to the other side of Mabel's nearly skinned body and began to cut that arm off.It was easier to do than the other one, suprisingly, and once he was done with that, he threw that arm into the garbage bag.Mabel's body was now almost flat, due to all the blood loss. The man tasted some of it, and thought that he should get a jar four later.Now for the legs. The man did the same with her legs, and they felt like they were getting easier to cut off each time.The legs were off, and the man threw it in the bag. Mabel's body was flat now. Almost all the blood from her body was gone.Embracing Mabel's dismembered body, he hugged it, licked the remaining blood off, and put the body in the bag.The man, now, had just noticed Dipper on the floor, and figured, "He must've caused all this on the walls.""Another one couldn't hurt," the man said to himself, and started to cut off Dipper's appendages.He did it in the same order and same manner as Mabel's. It was done quickly, and put all of it in the bag as well.Now it was time to clean up. As you can imagine, the bathroom stall was a big mess of fluids.The man got out a big chisel, and started to chisel the cum off of the walls and into the bag. It took a long while, about 2 or 3 hours.Once it was done, he needed to clean the floor, so he went outside the stall, and got a mop that he had with him the whole time.He mopped the whole mess of things up off the floor and into the bag, until the floors and wall looked respectable, for a fast-food bathroom, anyway.The man got out some toilet cleaner and cleaned the toilet, because it was way more messier than the stall itself. After a few minutes, the toilet cleaning was over, and the stall was a clean as a new car. It smelled like it too.The man left the bathroom, and the stall waited, ready for it's next victim.The man got out of the bathroom, and went into the back kitchen of the Taco Bell.He got near a machine. It was an odd looking machine. It had a crank on the side, a funnel on the top, an something shaped like a taco on the side, near a conveyer belt."Why do I have to do everything myself?" the man questioned.He hung up his blood-stained jacket and sunglasses, revealing his Taco Bell employee uniform. It was spotless.The man took the bag, and, one by one, started to put the body parts into the funnel.Once the bag was half-empty, he kept on putting more parts in, only this time, he turned the crank. Once the bag was empty, out popped out two tacos. They weren't really tacos, really. They were actually human body parts in the shape of tacos.They went down the conveyer belt, and the employee, using spray cans, began to spray paint the body parts. Once they got to the Taco Bell tissue paper at the end of the conveyer belt, they looked like genuine tacos.The man grabbed one of the 'tacos', wrapped it in tissue paper, and went to the front of the counter. He handed it to the old man cashier, then went back into the depths of the kitchen."Here's your TACO, SIR!" the cashier said to the fat customer."You're welcome," Soos said, handing the cashier the money

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