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chilkookiepal · 1 month ago

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Man In Suits 2!

Salesman x fem! Reader

Genre : psychological thriller, dark romance?!

Warnings: Violence,manipulation, dacryphilia, mentions if stalking, INTENSE stuff, future smut, there's blood just MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!!

not edited excuse the errors+ enjoy 💐

Word count: 4.8k?

Part 1

You have seen this man what now like three times?, you have played his games and walked off with a hefty amount that has not let you sleep a wink at night and perhaps you should have kept your distance and do away with your lucky streak , he is incredibly handsome , he towers over you so...deliciously- no- he has a gun, and you have seen him slap the lights out of someone before paying them , but why?

the hairs at the back of your neck are standing with every step you take trailing behind him like a lost puppy . after going out of your wits end demanding that he takes you along wherever he was headed you realize now that maybe it wasn't the wisest of your decision streaks , he looked at you long and deep ,he waited for you to waiver in your impulsive decision and take it back before offering you that faux smile again ,humming in approval and that's all it took for you to wander around in his shadow

you gulp hard and dry, even with his back facing you the memory of his empty eyes haunts you ,how they give you absolutely nothing that could confirm to you that the man in front of you is a normal functioning human being, he choked you , scratch that...he strangled you with a smile

and you honestly don't think you have ever seen him show so much emotion than when he did that to you and it suddenly registers in your mind that maybe you could get yourself home , it wasn't too late , was it ?

it takes you a minute to register where you have stopped as he holds the elevator open for you to enter

you walk inside albeit skeptically staring at your feet , you are doing your best to stay in his good graces while a part of you shouts at you for what you would like to dissociate from

it's a short lived ride as he ushers you out of the elevator, he actually has good manners, he hasn't touched you since he strangled you and you are quite glad for that , this place...it looks like an evacuated complex , whatever it is he holds one of the doors open for you, you gulp again, feeling the tingles in your throat as you stare at the number, 42

"are you going to hurt me?" It's a bit too late but there was never the right opportunity for you to pop the question, you see it again that flash of amusement swimming in his eyes

"do you want me to hurt you?"

you avert your gaze shaking your head no as he doesn't follow up with anything convincing you that you had received some sort of warning

, you take everything in as you walk past the threshold, hearing the soft click of the door closing behind you, the place is actually beautiful, dark but expensive looking with a chandelier that grabs your attention before you hear it, a sound resembling distress, your eyes search restlessly with purpose this time and tears fall on thier own frown your eyes while your legs drag back in the direction you came in , you don't get far because he stands firm behind you,, the fabric of your wet clothes uncomfortably heavy against his form

You are trembling violently and your legs are weak , he is talking behind you but all you can hear is muffled screams of the two bodies feet away from you, blindfolded with delicate silk and gagged with rubber toys that take shape of dog bones

blood, sweat , and tears- blood

"princess?"

Your body is numb all over, his fingers that hoist you up feel so distant and eerie, a sense of dizziness overwhelms you as the world around swirls into emptiness .

It's not sunny , you can't play on your back yard swing , it was a bummer but you also liked you muddy yourself in the rain

another one of your joys that your mother forbade of you , she wasn't wrong

you tend to get colds easily and there was never money for medication or let alone to take you to the clinic , good girls listen to thier mother's , you- listened to your mother

So then why was she shaking you to wake from your violent cough

your room is painfully bright and you slowly pry your eyes open feeling your mother's hand against your forehead

she kissed her teeth before issuing a lecture concluded "it's those miniskirts of yours - where are they , I'm getting you proper clothes..."

you want to protest, get up and defend your closet from the intrusion and before you know it she's walking out with a pile of your clothes

this is just another normal morning in your household , this is your life

You hear your mother telling someone to "throw these out on your way" and you try to get up but your body shoots electric pains literally everywhere, your head feels heavy while you are still just trying to adjust to another morning

it's there at the back of your mind, vivid dark eyes , it was raining just like today, did you dream it ?

what time did you sleep again? , what did you do yesterday, you think you left in your sleep wear , you think you saw the suited man, it rained and you were all drenched it felt so real

You manage to get your feet in the ground, you are still in the night gown you recall putting on last night, it's as dry as it can be, irritating on your aching body

Your mom walk back into your room commanding you to get back into your blankets and you do

your throat is uncomfortabl- your throat, you got strangled?

you feel around the area for validation but your body is just heavy

it felt so real yet the inability of your mind to follow through the events after convince you that it could have been a bad dream

you rest your eyes letting the heaviness of your physique weigh you down into the mattress

your dad walks in as well with a tray in hand, there is a bowl of porridge and some bottles of medication

Your father isn't much of a talker, he's too sweet for your mother is what you used to think when he got yelled at , you wanted to protect him from her when she got loud , you love her but you never liked her voice, it's like your brother's, he is the one who takes after her in looks and everything, you would say he was spoiled too much as a child and your entire family would say you are too sensitive, you then learned to shut your mouth and just live with it

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It took you two days to get out of bed and an additional two to be completely fine

all that is left is to come to your senses because you are actually scared of your mind , somewhere in your bedridden state you had tossed awake from another hyper realistic dream , bloody men , beaten up , they screamed silenced and you couldn't reach them because your body just wouldn't let you and you jolted awake with wet eyes

You had woken up crying again and it was actually getting on your nerves , your had has been spinning as you try to assure yourself that you were not tripping ,the more you healed the clearer your passing week came crashing down on you, you...you were not kidnapped , you were strangled and tagged along willingly ,those two people

did that make you an accessory to murder , maybe he hadn't murdered them maybe- maybe he was a loan shark like those your father owed , he go beaten up every now and then, never to a pulp and never to that extent

you spiral easily as you plant your feet on the ground, whatever he did that mqn was dangerous, you don't recall coming home, your clothes were drenched and you refuse to believe that it was a simple blackout

maybe this was a case for the police

he gave me money

he strangeld me

his wife threatened to kill me

and he had people tied to chairs and he had a gun

you recited as you put on the clothes your mother had planted in your closet realising that you didn't even have the energy to be fuming , not now anyways

your next step was to grab that weird card with you but your frustration only grew as it just appeared to be nowhere, you are almost confident that you put it right there in your little basket ,your mother doesn't touch there

would she?

you storm into the living room ready to cause a scene , respectfully demand that your mother gives it back but your heart instantly freezes and falls to your ass

he looks too big for your couch and your mother is serving tea in her Chinese set that is at least 5 years older than you

she has yet to see you but he does , that bloody eyebrow shooting to the ceiling at the sight of you, those damn eyes never opened to that crazy capacity when he's pretending to be normal-

maybe you could call the cops here

he looks you up and down ,before those dark eyes return to burn holes into yours again , he see's you squirm a little in your spot and he sees her coming when you don't

-you rude litlle girl...forgive her , she is a bi sick- your mother continues to shove you slightly - don't you know how to greet '

''annyeonghaseyo''.

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a broker?

"mhm , we're just waiting for your father to return so that they can discuss his-"

you call bullshit and he can see the fumes from your stubborn brain in the crease of your eyes brows and obvious pout

he of all people knew about that money and he gives you a challenging look

you are in danger and you still haven't called the police

Your dad walk in minutes later and you want to hide him away once again while your mother won't stop singing the praises of the man across the both of you , he could easily be peers with your parents who wasted their entire lives in debts while he took lying to his aging

The night comes , you give up trying to do anything when the man eats dinner at your house , nothing that strange has happened yet but you are still watching him as your existence just blends once again with the walls like you are not even there

even he just got here but he is treated better than you , you yawn , once , twice and all he can think about is how your neck is void of his long fingers , the way your eyes sparkled with layers and layers of tears , how he shouldn't have tasted them because he has missed you to his unbelievable demise

You have haunted him deliciously and he is actually intrigued, he knows what he must do , he knows what follows that intrigue and how it progresses into wanting full control of everything in proximity to you

he can admit that St first he was so pissed to meet you , he couldn't pin point the particular reason but you made him so sick he wanted you discarded as soon as he could manage and the more he seeked you the more he realised that you pissed him off all the lot more without a clue in the world , you should have been welcomed into the game when you called- he knows exactly who you talked to but the slots were not even full so why were you rejected?

It was like whatever God you prayed to was determined to sabotage the great plan he envisioned for you , he was going to forgive you all you had to do was just sit there , be the porcelain doll that everyone treated you like, he had expected so much from you the last time he saw you ,despite not having planned for you he thought it'd be like a little date , he was doing all the work all you had to do was just...enjoy the show -you know what you did? fall limp in his arms , in front of his guests for that matter

you let him down

He was really upset with you, he had to go a little hard on the boys, he was a fair man , it was meant to be a fun game but with your body just layin limp on the couch while the record blended with muffled cries , you were too comfortable , he missed the flash of mortification that had graced your face earlier and that's the issue that brought him here -no...encouragedhim to go inside the premise of your home ,you.

he thought about you way too much ,you basically live on his mind and while just seeing your silhouette from your window could have been enough, you deprived him of that and made the man regret tuning out the idea of spying cameras while his fingers lingered the softness of your cheeks, your neck ,arms and that's all he could morally reach for as long as you stayed out

your light stayed out , your curtains never opened , the better part of him thought you had moved, ran away but he never could have missed that but then again he truly had been to soft on you , you never understood your stakes , him , the danger he already is to you

that could be reason enough for you to flee the country , he debated again that this place was all you knew , even so he had to knock and face your absence, the idea came to him while he stared the ceiling last night , the face you'd make keeping him up all night long ,thought of you came with a distinct category of emotions , an excitement that speaks to the innate humanity in him that he wouldn't feel for just anybody , there was just something tempting about you and you are damn near the most useless of all he has recruited , you are guarded , shielded as if to be kept naive of half of the evil that swim over your head and that...god-he wants to ruin this world for you so bad , in all the unimaginable ways, that's why he had needed to collect his debt while making you an offer you couldn't refuse , hand you what you have waste your pretty days searching for on the streets on a silver platter .

your whole family had completed ,making him half glad , for the better half you looked near mortified-alert but you couldn' say anything , for the suckish part he just thought about shooting everyone to silence just to ,make up for the lost date , no that's not the real reason , he just wanted to be near you but you are all the way across the kitchen helping your mother

the night is nearing it's end when he adds ''by the way Mr LN I see here that your daughter has been struggling to find work, she got decent grades in high school, I bet she'd be perfect for the vacant position at my office ''

You were an adult,he could have asked you, it didn't really matter bcause you don't exist in the system so he needed your loving father's signature before yours

it didn't really cross your father's happy mind to read the contract, he had met his angel and handed you right over to the devil himself , that is how impressionable your parents were , you had learned early on that the liked the easy things , things just handed to them , it often installed that layer of resentment in your head , how they suited one another so well ,despite it all the two were like those genuine love stories that wedding vows were exceptionall built on built on and you despite your stubborn streak were just their child , eager to please them , that is why after the man left you had sat down still and listened to what your father had to say in that soft tone

'this is the opportunity we have prayed for ,for so long. just go tommorrow ...I'm only one call away if you don't like it okay my little pumpkin?'

you nodded ,you could do this , for your parents who loved and protected you dearly

that is why you woke up the next day ,got ready at 5am putting on the navy blue dress that your mother picked out for you , it strangely fit you unlike the rest of the clothes you packed in that suitcase of yours , you got into that black suv that you had found already parked outside and that was it

it was only 6am , you weren't opposed to waking up that early but it was only the first day you had no idea when you had passed out ,waking up in what like like someones living room straight from a magazine

grey and white walls , cloud soft couches judging by the one you lay on which makes you jump instantly as it returns to you slowly by the sight of your dress , you are supposed to be working , your heels had been taken off as if to provide further comfort you had been covered by a shawl that you fold nicely and place there besides you , now all that was left was for you to find out where you were , the man who hired you and possibly get to work

you're actually barely up when the door chimes opening to that man and his briefcase

''you're up.'' it's an observation , he never really asks you are coming to understand as he extends a hand towards you , there is a silent command in his eyes and you take the hand ,getting on your feet with his help ,a minor step in obedience that he approves of with the slight tilt of his head

you will stay here for as long as you work for me , you grow slightly tense as he continues , I pay for everything- all you have to do is obey me , obey my rules , you grow tense as he continues don't worry, it's not for free.

you don't get him, your arm links with his as he guides you around the fancy apartment, laying a bunch of house rules with every door opened

a personal work space

"I don't live with you but I will show up here unannounced, you organize my meetings , plan my days and inform me of new participants , I don't do day offs even on your death bed you are working ,

you dress appropriate for work and all breaks should be reported to me

Bedroom + closet

You wear what I approve of ,you don't leave this house without my permission, when you do leave you tell me of where you're going, you should always be home by 10pm ,your days start at 7am .

Bedroom+ Closet²

he tilts his head as if in thought and proceeds ,I might have to sleep here." your heavy heart feels like you have ran a marathon.

the rest is all the regularities that make an apartment, a fully restocked kitchen and everything else you would never afford.

"everything you need will be right here if not , ask me , you don't talk to people who are not me. as long as you are working here , I own you, you are all mine sgf

once done he turns to you colliding his hands in finality while eyes search yours , he bends your height and you are face to face with him, that cologne itching part of your memory that makes you create some distance between your faces

"Yn-shii ?" he doesn't seem to find that smile of his today , you nod and he shakes his head standing back to his full height

-sir , you are to address me as Sir when I talk to you, you respond when I talk to you, yes?

"yes sir."

"that's a good girl " you damn near side eye him and he seems to be displeased for a flashing second

Thank you -sir

he thinks you are going to get along so well as he take you bacj to your work room

"I like this dress , you can keep it ".

your cheeks shade at the compliment and you know you have found yourself another person to please ,

you walk beside him as you head back to your work room ''everything about the work you do is on your desk , makesure that you read and understand everything, clearly...mistakes stand to receive harsh punishments miss Yn

he pulls out the chair for you to sit and it's like the two of you don't really need words to communicate as he turns to leave you

"h-how do I contact you ?''

it's a ridiculous question as your eyes fall on the landline right beside the papers, it nevertheless makes you realize that you haven't see your phone and you more so ASK YOURSELF

''my phone-''

''you won't be needing that here .''

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you have no idea what it even takes to be a broker and you have no idea what you're doing but you're doing it

print cards , verify files and number them , arrange them in formattable order and prepare everything for pick up .

it's been nearly a week , after you are done with your work on all your days here you have proceeded to make dinner , for him and you even though it made you wonder of his wife who had once threatened your existence for the very same man who you haven't seen since that day you got here , 6 days ago , it was a wednesday then and you still do as you had been told , throughout the week people stopped by ,he'd call you , instructing that you place the packaged box through what looks like those trap doors you see in the movies ,only it's on the wall , it opens when you place the box in and closes as soon as you try to peek inside

6 days , and he hasn't stopped by , you refrigirated the leftovers that you had even thought to give to him as a lunch box but he never showed up, only calls for work , he doesn't even offer the faux reeting anymore and you mi- you would like to see him again.

your days are quite the same , the clothes , glamorous and fitting like a glove make you look foward to the next change and as the the water hits your skin preparing you for the blue nightgown handpicked from the endless selection you can't help your curiosity that brews at the thought of that man , there is just so much you don't know about him , you wonder if it would be rude to ask- questions like why he carried a gun , played games and gave you money , maybe he was just bribing you to agree to working for him

you step out of your shower wrapping a towel around yourself , this empty place , the walls are all you have , you work to sleep and there are infact days where all you wished for was a 9 to 5 , this is it

you always imagined shitty coffee and gossiping coworkers , maybe you'd make friends but you'd never be alone,

everything here is the opposite ,the coffee here is expensive, everything is epensive , even your reflection in the mirror looks nothing like you remeber , everything looks better you should feel better but it draws tears

you exit the bathroom and the silence welcomes you back , you didn't even bother to turn in the lights today, even food was hard to swallow so you gave up on doing anything at all

you hear a sound from the livingroom , it's nothing subtle like a bang on the table

your heart drops to your knees

He's here ?,the light switch is all the way across the room ,and the moonlight is not even enough to help you make anything out

you are well aware that it's him yet that is not even enought to calm you down as you clutch your towel tightly and move as silently as you could afford to where a glass taps faintly , it's him , you can at least make out his silhouette from the kitchen counter , an instant chill running down your back

you don't think you have it in you to speak , you have been quiet for so long and a part of you might even be upset with him that is why you decide against your better sense ,turning on your heels in the direction of your room

the door is just right there , you're nearly there-

''what's wrong with you?''

the words come out a sharp irritated growl , they bounce off the walls and you freeze in your tracks

the lights flicker on blindingly making you squint momentarily disoriented .

he takes , slow deliberate steps , those shiny dress shoes clicking against the marble tiled floor, every step taken in your direction sounding like a ticking time bomb invoking some sort of nausea in you

you suck in a breath and you do it , you turn , your eyes landing at is feet , shiny black dress shoes

''good evening sir.''

your eyes dare to look further past the pristine lines of his suit pants and you see it ,a gruesome red splattered across the collar of his white shirt and the side of his cheek , you meet his eyes briefly , his head tilted to the side ,a silent unsettling question hanging inn the angle, you can never read him but he seems to know you very well, every fear...every tremor ,balancing the cold metal of a gun beneath your chin to keep you from averting your gaze

you are trapped.

''did I not ask a question?''

apart from not knowing what to say you have no clue what he's talking about , too bad your response is to water your eyes away , you are right , he is unpredictable , he's bloody with a gun to your chin and you have no idea what he's talking about

so what it the correct answer when he suddenly pulls the trigger to hold

''n-nothing sir''

you have fucked up , it's written in the movements of his head that moves from side to side as he further invades your personal space and you back away your body shaking hard along with the tears that waste on the towel

your back crashes into the nearest wall and it's not the right time to bring it up but if you are not in a ditch by tomorrow you are definitely out of here

''nothing...?'' he slightly crouches down to eyelevel with you , he get's close you think you can feel his breath on your lips , ragged breaths , soft lips that you would have liked to bite under different circumstances , perhaps in a world where he is not missing a few bolts in that beautiful head of his

his voice is low and menacing against your lips ,the gun could never be forgotten , it's coldness breaks out a cold sweat from you every chance spent there ,''that's not what I want to hear''. it's almost hard for your mind to drift to protection but you push and you push , and another push again until your lips brush against his , you taste the waters , wet eyes and lashes staring at him , it's an unhinged silent plea and his eyes are much darker than you would like to believe

the cold metal is detached from your chin before it's softly tapping against your lips ''open.''

he's too far gone , you can't back out of this , you don't even know what's happening but you obey, the bitter metallic flavor of the gun immediately invades your mouth but your eyes stay on his , shaky yet unwavering ,he could ruin you right here , destroy all those barriers the people around you wasted their lives building just for him to come along and-

''good girl, fuuuck-''

it's a swift motion in which the retracts the gun from your mouth , facing it toward the ceiling and releasing his finger on the trigger

it's loud ,deafening even and the result is a hole above your head ,it could have easily been your head but that's a side mater when your eyes pass over the bulge in his pants

was he...

You can't help but stare a moment longer , your mind racing with conflicting emotions. Fear, anxiety, and a hint of arousal swirl together in a toxic mix.

His eyes seem to bore into yours, as if daring you to look away, it's all so overwhelming with the gunshot still ringing in your ears

he is intrigued when you don't look away , that damned eyebrow doing it again as his skilled fingers hover above the knot of your towel as if to test the waters

you release a shaky harbored breath , you're so vulnerable under him- so meek and there is a hint of curiosity reflected back at him through your sparkling eyes

the corner of his lips tip up ,your entire body is heating up ,heart racing as you struggle to keep his gaze

''mhm...good to know''.

he removes himself completely off you , drinking you in one last time with those dark eyes before walking off to the room across the hall

''it won't be the ceiling next time you decide to lie to me -and make sure you get that fixed.''

he points upwards before the door shuts and you are left to gather yourself back together again after being around him , it makes you wonder

are you always going to be this drained at the end of everyinteraction with him ,tou wouldn't have to worry about that if you knew an approach to quitting.

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stalkerofthegods · 1 year ago

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Ares Deep dive

Ares is the Greek god and patron of many things, he is the edge of the sword while you hold the soft side, no god can be the god of war without the bloodshed, so don’t judge so quick, he is an amazing god, we love Ares here.

Herbs • Garlic, basil, buttercup, yarrow, ginger, anything with tiny yellow flowers, spicy stuff (ex- peppers, paprika), Water hemlock, Snapdragon, Poppy, Nettle, Magnolia, Ginger

Animals• Vulture, Colchian Dragon, serpents, barn owls, woodpeckers, dogs, horses, Stymphalian birds, boars

Zodiac • Aries

Colors • Red, black, and dark purple

Crystal• garnets, rubies, bloodstone, obsidian, red scoria, smoky quartz, red jasper, carnelian

Symbols• a helm, a shield, a spear and sometimes a sheathed sword, flaming torch, armor, palace, four fire-breathing horses

Jewelry you can wear in their honor• Iron, armor

Diety of• masculinity, civil order, Battle lust, courage, City guards/police, Rage, Violent deeds, Fights, Murder, Manslaughter, Quarrels, cheese, dancing, rebellion

Patron of• the Amazons, City defenses, City defenders

Offerings• Dragons, Dragon imagery, Dragon art, Strong dark red wine, Strong whiskey, Pure water, Black coffee, Black tea, Olive oil, Beef, Red meats in general, Cooked fat from meats, Blood from cut meats, Heavy spices, Spicy foods, Garlic, Red, black, and dark purple candles, Art or statues of Him, Statues of horses or dogs, Weapons, armor, and shields (ex- art, statues, toys, handmade.), Trophies, Spicy jerky, Sport drinks / protein shakes, Hand drawn or printed art of HimArt or images of dogs, horses, and vultures, Feathers from vultures, woodpeckers, or barn owls, Iron or steel jewelry, Red flowers (ex- roses), Thorns, Miniature or toy weapons and armor (especially helmets), Snake skin, Animal teeth, Write down your fears or successes and give them to Him, Medals and ribbons you’ve earned, Antiques, Photos of riots or past wars, hot sauce, Pork ribs, homemade meals, poultry, hare, venison, wolf hearts, chili peppers, lemons, green bananas, unripe peaches, batons, bullets, kendo swords, shields, military helmets, bullet-proof vests, military boots, military belts, dynamite sticks, grenades, lion pelts, shark teeth, ram skulls, explosives (handle carefully), Medals or Certificates, dog fur or dog teeth (ethically sourced), horseshoes, bull horns, war memorabilia, broken glass, spicy jerky or twiggy sticks, Carmel, sushi, stormwater, spicy salsa, Mexican food, chocolate or chia pudding, burnt matches, cigarette butts

Devotional• Create a playlist and listen to music that makes you feel brave/empowered, Donate to the Rape Crisis Center or other similar programs, Donate and support victims of war, Cook with garlic or heavy spices that you haven’t tried before, Try new things and don’t feel ashamed about doing so, Tell Him about your accomplishments, Tell Him about your fears, Learn about shadow work and try it for yourself, Learn about history, past wars, and past riots, Learn what they accomplished or failed to accomplish, Learn and educate yourself about the downsides of war and what can happen to the people affected by wars, Partake in combat sports (ex- martial arts, fencing), Exercise, Play some strategy games like chess, Risk, and Civilization, Stand up for yourself and what you believe in, write to your governor/mayor for things you want to see changed, attend riots, Pray to Him (ex-strength, ability to fight and defeat enemies, courage, to keep others safe, and help in a battle), go to a protest, learn first aid, educate yourself on PTSD, do unharmful things that give you adrenaline rushes (ex- amusement park rides, bungee jumping), watch action movies with him, pet a dog, Playing Strategy Games, Work on managing your anger, bones, go do axe throwing, a playlist that makes you feel, brave, energized and confident, keep track of your successes (this can be daily tasks, when you conquer them cross them off, and then offer the list to Ares), write down or draw art of your fears, go to a rage room, pray or meditate during thunderstorms, watch war movies and documentaries and play war/combat and strategy video games

Ephithets•Adámastos/adamastus/ἀδάμαστος/ΑΔΑΜΑΣΤΟΣ/ἀδάμας -unconquerable & indestructible, Ænyálios/enyalius/ἐνυάλιος/ΕΝΥΑΛΙΟΣ -war-God, Alcimus, Álkimos/alcimus/ἄλκιμος/ΑΛΚΙΜΟΣ/Adj - valiant, brave, Alloprósallos/alloprosallus/ἀλλοπρόσαλλος/ΑΛΛΟΠΡΟΣΑΛΛΟΣ- loyal to the struggle and to the souls who are engaged in it, Ánax/ἄναξ/ΑΝΑΞ -lord, king, Aphneiós/aphneius/ἀφνειός/ΑΦΝΕΙΟΣ -rich, wealthy, Arrectus, Árriktos/arrectus/ἄρρηκτος, ΑΡΡΗΚΤΟΣ -unbreakable, Brotoctonus, Enyalius, Hippius, Hoplochares/Hoplodupus/Hoplophorus, Íppios/hippius/ἵππιος/ÍΠΠΙΟΣ -horseman, Mægasthænís/megasthenes/μεγασθενής/ΜΕΓΑΣΘΕΝΗΣ/μεγασθενές -very strong, Megasthenes/Mægasthænís., Ombrimothymus:See Omvrimóthymos/Omvrimóthymos/ombrimo hymus/ὀμβριμόθυμος/ΟΜΒΡΙΜΟΘΥΜΟΣ/ὀβρῐμόθῡμος -doughty, indomitable, Oplódoupos/hoplodupus/ὁπλόδουπος/ΟΠΛΟΔΟΥΠΟΣ -clattering in his armor, Oplokharís/hoplochares/ὁπλοχαρής, ΟΠΛΟΧΑΡΗΣ -rejoicing in arms, Oplophóros/hoplophorus/ὁπλοφόρος/ΟΠΛΟΦΟΡΟΣ - he who bears arms, Phrictus/Phrikt��s/phrictus/φρικτός/ΦΡΙΚΤΟΣ - horrifying, Polæmóklonos/polemoklonus/πολεμόκλονος/ΠΟΛΕΜΟΚΛΟΝΟΣ -he raises the clamor of combat, Polemoklonus/Polæmóklonos, Sceptuchus/ Skiptoukhos/Skiptoukho/sceptuchus/σκηπτοῦχος/ΣΚΗΠΤΟΥΧΟΣ -he who bears a scepter, Teichesipletes/Teikhæsiplítis/Teikhæsiplítis/teichesipletes/τειχεσιπλήτης/ΤΕΙΧΕΣΙΠΛΗΤΗΣ—he who storms the cities in battle, Vrotoktónos/brotoctonus/βροτοκτόνος, ΒΡΟΤΟΚΤΟΝΟΣ -the slayer of men.

Equivalents• Mars (Roman), Onuris-Anhur (Egyptian god), Tiu-Tyr (Germanic god), unnamed war-god (Scythian god).

Courting• unmarried, but courting Aphrodite.

Past lovers/crushes/hookups• Aerope, Agraulos, Harmonia, Otrere, Astyokhe, Demonike or Sterope, Kyrene or Asterie, Astyokhe

Personality• He’s a great father, and a great lover, I talk to a godspouse of his and they talk about how he calmed them and was always there. He’s a great father because I’ve talked to a person who their father is ares and he’s always there for them, he’s also generous.

Home• Mount Olympus

Mortal or immortal • immortal

Fact• Ares was the only male greek god that never raped or sexually assaulted any woman

Curses• Routing armies, Cowardice, Death on the battlefield, Military invasion, Sacking of cities, Rebellion, Uprisings, Sedition

Blessings•Driving armies, Bravery, fighting strength & endurance, Averting war (peace), Repelling invading armies, Maintaining civil order, Crushing rebellions, Restraint violent instinct,

Roots• Thrake, Ancient Greece.

Parentage• Zues and Hera

Siblings• Enyo (twin sister), Eris (sister), Apollo (half-brother), Artemis (half-sister), Athena (half-sister), Hephaestus (brother), Hermes (half-brother), Dionysus (half-brother), Hebe (sister), Heracles (half-brother), Aphrodite (half-sister).

Pet• four fire-breathing horses (Aithon (Red-Fire), Phlogios (Flame), Konabos (Tumult) and Phobos (Fear))

Children •ANTEROS (God of reciprocated love, son of Ares and Aphrodite), DEIMOS (God of fear, a son of Ares and Aphrodite.), ENYALIOS/Enyalius (A war-god son of Ares and Eris), EROS (God of love, a son of Ares and Aphrodite), HARMONIA (Goddess of harmony, daughter of Ares and Aphrodite.), NIKE(The goddess of victory, a daughter of Ares), PHOBOS (God of panic, son of Ares and Aphrodite),AEROPOS/Aeropus (son of Ares and Aerope.), ALKIPPE/Alcippe (daughter of Ares and Agraulos), AMAZONES/Amazons (Warrior women of Assyria, daughters of Ares and Harmonia), ANTIOPE(daughter of Ares and Otrere), ASKALAPHOS/Ascalaphus (son of Ares and Astyokhe), DIOMEDES (son of Ares and Kyrene or Asterie), DRYAS (son of Ares), EUENOS/Evenus (son of Ares and Demonike, and sometimes the son of Ares and Sterope), HIPPOLYTE (daughter of Ares and Otrere.),IALMENOS/Ialmenus (son of Ares and Astyokhe), KYKNOS/Cycnus) (son of Ares and Pelopia or Pyrene), LIKYMNIOS/Licymnius (son of Ares most say his father was King Elektryon), LYKASTOS/Lycastus) (son of Ares and Phylonome.), LYKOS/Lycus (son of Ares who used to sacrifice strangers to his father), MELANIPPOS/Melanippus (son of Ares and Triteia.), MELEAGROS/Meleager (son of Ares and Queen Althaia, but most call him a son of King Oineus), MOLOS/Molus (son of Ares and Demonike), NISOS/Nisus (son of Ares, but most accounts say he was a son of the Athenian prince Pandion), OIAGROS/Oeagrus (a son of Ares but some say his father was King Kharops),OINOMAUS/Oenomaus (son of Ares and the Pleaid Sterope or Princess Harpinna), OXYLOS/Oxylus (son of Ares and Protogeneia), PARRHASIOS/Parrhasius(son of Ares and Phylonome.),PARTHENOPAIOS/Parthenopaeus (son of Ares and Atalanta, many say his father was Melanion or Meleagros), PENTHESILEIA (daughter of Ares and Otrere), PHLEGYAS (He was a son of Ares and Dotis or Khryse.), PORTHAON (son of Ares or according to others of Agenor), PYLOS/Pylus (son of Ares and Demonike.), REMUS (son of Ares and Ilia), ROMULUS (son of Ares and Ilia), TEREUS (a son of Ares.), THESTIOS/Thesius (son of Ares and Demonike or Agenor and Epikaste), THRASSA (daughter of Ares and Tereine.), DRAKON ISMENIAN (A monstrous dragon-serpent, it was a son of Ares and the Erinys Telphousia.)

attendees• DEIMOS & PHOBOS (The twin gods of terror and fear), ERIS & ENYO (goddess of strife, hatred and war), KYDOIMOS/Cydoemus (The god of the din of war), NIKE (goddess of victory), OTHER ABSTRACTIONS(spirits described such as Rage, Anger, Threats, Death and Valour)

Appearance in astral or gen• In ancient Greek art, he was depicted as either a mature, bearded warrior armed for battle, or as a nude, beardless youth with a helm and spear.

Festivals • Artemis Agrotera/Kharisteria , and Genesios, maybe.

Day • Tuesday

Scared places• Odrysia in Bistonia, Thrake (his birth-place)

Planet• Mars

Tarot cards• Chariot & Emperor card

Scents/Inscene • Frankensince, Sandalwood incense, resin, burning wood (especially if Himalayan salt in thrown in since it reminds him of blood), and red sandalwood incense

Prayers•

Prayer to Ares for the Safety of a Soldier

Bold-hearted Ares, bright-helmed son of thundering Zeus and noble Hera, well-honored god of war, any battle will you face, any foe will you fight, without fear and without hestitation. Ares, god of warriors, ally of those who risk their lives on the field, to you do soldiers offer their prayers. You know each one’s name, O Ares, you know their lives, you know their worth. Great Ares, I pray to you, watch over ____________ who heeded your call, who practices your art, whose name you know well, for s/he is one of your own who does you honor with each day s/he serves. Ares, I pray to you.

In general

Bright-helmed Ares, strong of arm and stern of visage, firm of stance, unyielding of will, ever ready to face any foe, to hold the line against all who may come, to battle until the end. Ares, son of noble Zeus and wise Hera, cherished by golden Aphrodite, honored by those who call on you for strength and courage, in the north were you much honored in times of old, in Thrace and Thessaly were you held in esteem by those whose lives were harsh, whose world was stony, whose comforts were hard-won. Ares who answers the prayers of the despairing, I honor you

For Courage

Ares, fierce-hearted son of Zeus and noble Hera, full-famed you are as god of war. To you do soldiers pray when battle is most heated, when mettle is most needed. To you as well do we turn in desperate times, to you do we call for strength, for the spirit to endure. You understand the terror of struggle and strife, you confront it in every way. Ares, your courage is unquestioned, your might and your prowess unequaled. Ares, friend to those in direst need, I pray to you, grant me the nerve to face what must be faced, grant me the will to do what must be done, grant me the heart to forge ahead.

Links/websites/sources •https://greekgodsandgoddesses.net/gods/ares/

https://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/624476009567289344/ares-offerings/amphttps://aspisofares.wordpress.com/tag/offerings/https://www.tumblr.com/warriots/622104378198933504/a-guide-to-ares-worship https://www.tumblr.com/warriots/622104378198933504/a-guide-to-ares-worship https://scarletarosa.tumblr.com/post/187742800571/ares-greek-god-ofhttps://www.tumblr.com/diana-thyme/722942201197363200/greek-gods-101-ares @enyalios-shrinehttps://greekpagan.com/category/prayers-2/ares/

BIG HELP TO

https://www.tumblr.com/tarotbee

Ares is the Greek god and patron of many things, he is the edge of the sword while you hold the soft side, no god can be the god of war without the bloodshed, he is an amazing god, we love Ares here.

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wordstome · 1 year ago

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Last night I did what I always do when I can’t fall asleep: think about fictional men. Here’s a list of wonderful stories written by incredibly talented people who have helped me think about fictional men by providing the most delicious playgrounds.

In the interest of keeping my recommendations brief, I'm going to talk about what I liked about the fic instead of summarizing what it's about. To know what it's actually about you're just gonna have to click through and read the fic <3

(and just in case anybody's gotten lost, this is all COD, mostly modern MW)

✦ complete ║ ➠ ongoing

König

✦Just Friends by @kneelingshadowsalome Salome is so good at capturing a very unique interplay between König’s social awkwardness and his deep, dark, nasty inclinations. He’s so feral and enjoyable to read, and the sheer force of his desire for Engel is downright intoxicating. I find it difficult to describe how much of an impact Just Friends has had on me and my portrayal of König, to be honest. There's a reason why three of Salome's fics are on this rec list.

✦Fatum Nos Iungebit by kneelingshadowsalome Five words. König with his cock out. That's it. Okay, but in all seriousness, I love his character applied to this setting. All the raw visceral violence a König could ever want, a pretty little lady in his bed—he's so boyish and happy in this au it brings me such joy. The way their relationship between him and Fee develops is so natural and so sweet. Please for the love of God read this.

➠Cat/Mouse/Den by @papaver-decervicatus The chase. The pursuit. The adrenaline when Mouse dances out of König's reach once more. I'm a little biased because I adore Julius and Jenny (I could call her Lucretia but the double J names make me giggle) as ocs already, but CMD is so, so well written. The tension, the flirting, the scene where he catches her falling out of the tree?! As I said in a reblog, I shrieked. You know when you're reading something that's so good you want to bite down on it and shake like a dog with a toy? (No? Just me?) That's how I feel about CMD.

➠Anything by @darklordofthesimp Anything, in only 7 chapters (they are hefty, don’t get me wrong), has turned König and Birdy’s dynamic from “THIS MOTHERFUCKER HAS IRREVERSIBLY SCARRED MY BODY AND MY BRAIN, AND I CANNOT TRUST HIM” to “these two are going to get married someday”. (author if you’re reading this, I say that not as an expectation or prediction, but as a vibe reading.) This one is for the hurt/comfort girlies. Also, shoutout to all the other stories set in the Anything-verse. Sunshine and Ghost are just soooo *grips my hand in a fist so hard it shakes*

➠If you need to be mean by @gremlingottoosilly This mostly serves as a blanket recommendation for all of Gremlin’s fics. I found If you need to be mean, and then visiting Gremlin’s author page was like opening a treasure chest. Want to be König’s pampered, (unwilling) little housewife? That’s If you need to be mean. Want a harem fic with almost all of the COD MW men? Gremlin has two, both with their own little spin to keep it fun. Do you want König to keep you in his basement or hunt you down as a serial killer? Gremlin's got it. Monsterfucker? Gremlin has that too. Special shoutout goes to 1295 kilometers. I think about fucking König on a train a lot now.

➠Break my mind by @kaiasdevotion (kaiasown on ao3) There’s no way around this. This fic has the most unhinged, kinky, downright dangerous smut I’ve read in the cod fandom so far (positive). Just Friends König is the metric by which I judge all other Königs’ nastiness, and Break my mind König is tipping so hard on the “unhinged horny violent freak (affectionate)” end of the scale he’s about to fall off. I don't know if you guys have noticed, but I've developed a taste for writing/reading from König's perspective, and he's so chillingly deranged in the most controlled way possible during the chapters from his pov. Incredible writing. Chefs kiss.

✦Experimental by @uhohdad (surgeoninspace on ao3) Alright, enough of just König being nasty. He is still nasty in this one, but he’s not the only one who gets to have a little fun and be a total creep. Our little scientist here is a grade A pervert, and I was delighted the whole way through. The most important thing I need in a fic is suspension of disbelief, and Experimental takes an unrealistic, maybe a little bit silly situation and makes it so believable. Everybody reacts the way you would expect them to, even if the scenario they're in is A Lot.

➠Little Mouse and Rotes Madchen by @sprout-fics I'm combining the recommendation for these two because while they are both very much distinct, unique fics, I love them the same way. Sprout is such an engaging writer, and the internal dialogue of her characters is so well done. It reveals their personality, motivations, and internal conflicts without being overly expository. Do you guys remember that post I put on the König bible about instant obsession? It's this inexorable attraction borne from obsession that sticks me to Little Mouse like a glue trap. (Is that too morbid?)

✦Hot in Sarajevo by @50cal-fullauto Rags' König characterization post is on my Königcore bible, for very good reason. They get it. König is a feral dog forced to live as a man and loves like a total maniac, emotionally and sexually. I marked Hot in Sarajevo as complete but I don't know how many parts there are going to be, and frankly, I do want more. However, if you're going to only read one part (which. why would you do that??? read both.) I recommend the second part. I want to write love like that. Goddamn.

Ghost

Yeah, this list is a little bare bones right now. I'm gonna get back to it, I promise.

✦Anhedonia by kneelingshadowsalome The way. Salome takes the "I would take a bullet for him but he's so cold to me" premise and then flips it entirely on its head for the second part is so important to me. The way Simon craves the reader is like human catnip. I reread this fic all the time.

Keegan

✦For the Weak and Weary by @halcyone-of-the-sea Read this if you want to believe in true love. That's all. Go on now.

Multiple

✦Easy by @danibee33 When people say "I wish this were a book!" about fanfiction, they usually mean it in a "this is good enough to be published by the traditional publishing industry" way. When I say I want Easy (and Diablesa) to be a book, I mean it in a "I want to get this story bound in a beautiful ass cover and keep it on a shelf so I can take it down and reread it whenever I want" way. I don't want the traditional publishing industry to get their claws in this, because it's perfect as it is. This fic is so wild and fun, and the character moments are so special and well done. Do yourself a favor and savor this one.

➠@ghouljams's entire blog [masterlist] "What do you mean someone's entire blog" YOU HEARD ME. Those aus are some good shit. Good characterization, delicious premises, love the group effort of it all. To absolutely nobody's surprise, my favorite couple is König and Bee from the cowboy au (ditzy but well-meaning and competent in her own way woman x big strong man who is obsessed with her and maybe also creeping on her, my beloved), but I also have a fondness for Ghost and Die from demon darlings au. Trust me on this one. Dig into those masterlists babey.

#ficrec #cod #mw2 #cod mw2 #cod ghosts #König #König cod #konig cod #König x reader #konig x reader #simon ghost riley #keegan p russ #keegan russ #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #keegan x reader #keegan russ x reader #navigation: fic recs

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snailsgoingdowntown · 11 days ago

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Help, I Reincarnated as the Female Lead’s Sister-in-Law!

‘Slight’ Yandere! Dion Agriche x Fem! Reader

Chapter 17

Story Masterlist

Arranged marriage AU

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NOTE: The first rough draft was very… different. Dion would have been irredeemable if I went with that (I wrote it forgetting that I didn’t want him to be that way in this story, only to read it to edit it, read the document title, realized my mistake, made a new document because I spent days on it and do want to eventually post it, used the beginning of the og rough draft to start this one, spent even more days to make this). Maybe one day I’ll post it, but it is very non-con heavy. If I ever do, then just think of it as a parallel universe thing for/of this story. But the Dion in this main story is different (He’s still horrible but consent is sexy to him). (Please remember that the content on this blog can and will be heavy and should not be seen as excusable or normal). In other words, I do write about and interact with non-con fics but I do NOT condone rape in real life. Just thought that I would put this reminder here since I may post other fics containing it soon.

Also Zac shows up and he’s a little shit who thinks he walks the walk.

Warnings: slight themes of obsessiveness and possessiveness, slight yandere themes, toxic marriage/relationship, implied physical abuse (towards a toy), mention of the reader becoming a toy, slight blood, themes of imprisonment, implied hypothetical murder, attempted sexual assault (pretty sure), violence used for self-defense, implied past stalking, implied depression, anxiety, near panic attack, mention of vomit, accidental self-injury (you sprained your ankle), one (1) mention of incest, implied perverted thoughts (Fontaine), fear of implied non-con by Fontaine, horrible attempts of connecting everything together as you will soon see. Please tell me if I missed any.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE HARMFUL AND/OR DANGEROUS ACTIONS AND/OR BEHAVIORS THAT MAY TAKE PLACE IN THIS PIECE OF FICTION. THESE ACTIONS/BEHAVIORS SHOULD NOT BE NORMALIZED NOR ROMANTICIZED AS THEY ARE BOTH EXTREMELY TOXIC AND DANGEROUS.

MINORS/BLANK BLOGS/BLOGS THAT DO NOT INTERACT WITH OR REBLOG ANYTHING FANDOM RELATED (FICS, ART, ETC.) DNI.

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His declaration shakes you to the bones.

Your mind blanks as your eyes become wide. Sounds are drowned out by the ringing in your ears, a bomb going off. He’s in front of you but you don’t see him - mentally, you were elsewhere.

You return to earth when Dion squeezes your hand. Reluctantly, he releases it, but stays on his knee, his deep scarlet eyes holding something unreadable. Neither of you move, the staring contest is long. You’re the one who breaks it, looking off to the side as his red hues engrave themselves into your mind.

It’s an image that will haunt your dreams, blood spilling onto the ground as he locks you up in a physical cage, corpses scattered around it. Holding the key as he asks you to sing.

You swallow. Your foot rapidly taps on the floor as your mind races with replies you can’t even say. He wasn’t like this in the manhwa. You heard he only got more violent in the novel until a certain point.

That he was still crazy obsessed with Roxana.

And yet, it is that very man who got on one knee, calling himself your dog. And for what? An ounce of affection?

A nervous laugh makes its way out as you attempt to play it off. He’s just tired, he’s lonely, he’s only playing with you until you completely break. This is entertainment for him, but it doesn’t change the fact he still has the keys to your handcuffs. He doesn’t plan on unlocking them.

“O-oh, um, oh my - I-I think… I think th-that yo-you need so-some sleep,” quickly gathering yourself, you stand and walk away once Dion gives you enough room. Of course, he doesn’t do so immediately, his eyes instead becoming glazed over with something dangerous.

He looks at you like you’re his prey, strategies of capturing you happening in real time. The color of his eyes resembles warm blood, and you become uneasy once you realize you could have made him snap just now. There is no visible anger, which should have been a good thing - however, the way he eyes you makes you feel like you’re already between his teeth.

You can feel them piercing your skin already. You rub the side of your neck at the phantom pain.

Taking the opportunity presented, you quickly walk past him. You stop at the door, sweating buckets, twitching fingers almost wrapping around the handle. The reason for your hesitance is simple - his voice. Anxiety picks at you when he calls your name.

You should leave now.

Your lips tremble as you reply. The air around you feels heavy. The room is stifling.

Your husband pauses before he continues. “Whether or not you believe me right now, remember I have no plans of letting you go. But feel free to use me as you wish.”

What is this guy saying!? He’s mental, why can’t he just -

“... have a good nap. You need one.”

He doesn’t give chase when the doors shut behind you. You don’t let yourself lean against it despite the desperate pleas of your unsteady body. The fact he’s in there is enough to move you, scampering away like some bug.

Your heels clack on the tile, footsteps echoing too loudly. The decor is too fancy, too expensive despite it only being hallways. The sound of footsteps is right around the corner and you hold your breath, not knowing who it could be.

Unfortunately, it happened to be one of your in-laws.

“Oh! And here I thought you already broke,” a cute redhead girl snickers, her green eyes gleaming with mirth. Despite her stature, shorter than you and petite build, Charlotte's pale skin seems flushed.

A quick glance at her overall appearance shows leaves in her fluffy hair and specks of blood on the hem of her light green dress that ends a bit below her knees. She didn’t show up much in the manhwa and you don’t know what became of her in the novel - you have to tread carefully.

You give her a small smile. “Oh, Lady Charlotte. I haven’t seen you since the wedding. I hope you have been doing well.” You don’t stutter but your voice wavers. Her head tilts before she smirks.

It resembles Lant’s.

“You’re funny - shouldn’t you be worrying about yourself? It’s only a matter of time until either Dion or Father decides to dispose of you.” Her pearly whites put you on edge when you notice how sharp her canines are. She keeps going as she crosses her arms with a cocky smile.

“But, whenever that happens, maybe I’ll take you in as a toy - as long as you behave, I’ll take good care of you. I’m one of the less violent ones when it comes to obedient toys.”

You give her a flat look that goes over her head.

Yeah right kid…

Unease eats you from the inside out regardless of your inner thoughts. Why is everyone so aggressive? So coy or sadistic? They’re hunters on the prowl, excitement added to their lives as new prey arrives.

If Dion doesn’t sink his teeth into you, they will.

“O-oh…” How am I supposed to respond to that!? Even with your confusion and fear, you still manage a reply. “I’m sure that you’re keen on keeping them… operational.”

The girl raises a brow. “You don’t seem surprised… Wait, do you even know what ‘toys’ are?” She questions as her feet spread a bit further, frustration painting her facial features. Now, why is she getting mad…?

No, rather why is she surprised? You’ve been here long enough to know what they are, unless, of course, she was too dense to consider that possibility. It seems that despite her personality, a child is still a child.

“O-oh, mother-in-law explained the basics to me,” a half lie is told through your teeth. While it’s true Maria had given you the barebone definition - against your will -, you already knew what they were from your previous life. From the manhwa.

She grinds her teeth and stomps her foot. “That’s not fair! I was supposed to be the one who introduced them to you! Not that old hag!”

Oh, she wanted to scare me.

“Oh…” While she’s fuming, you toy with your fingers, unsure how to proceed further. For one, trying to walk past her might anger her more. But staying here quiet might elicit the same response. You were stuck.

She mumbles angrily to herself, voice too low for you to make anything out. You stand there awkwardly, waiting for her temper tantrum to end. She whips her head to look at you again, making you recoil back from the sudden movement. Her glare is sharp and she takes a step towards you only to stop herself.

“Ugh!”

“...” You watch as she turns her back and stomps away without another word. She does look back once, her green eyes full of fury that burns. Seems that you narrowly avoided a missile.

She turns around the corner back from which she came. You remain in place until her footsteps get further and further away. Once no noise is heard, you can finally breathe again. Fixing your posture, you continue on your walk with no destination in mind.

- - -

He had heard news of a guest, but didn’t bring it up with the busy man, instead offering something else. Still, it was odd that the head of the (Last Name) family would keep a guest waiting.

“Father, why don’t we go for a walk?” Zac buzzes around your father like a busy bee, glancing down at the paperwork the older male was filling out. He barely makes out a certain name before the head of the family covers it with his arm, looking at the boy who resembles his wife.

“The weather is nice and perfect for bug catching.”

Your father shakes his head. “Not now, Zachary, I still have a few things left to sign.” Your younger brother frowns at the dark circles underneath the man’s eyes. Too deep and dark. The greying man halts his actions before softening his voice.

“Come back in two hours - we’ll take a walk.” He leaves no room for discussion. Taking it as a small victory, Zac bids him farewell, looking over his shoulder at the once joyous man with bright eyes. He has been reduced to nothing more than an overworked dog.

It’s a pitiful sight.

And yet, your brother still resents your father for giving you away to a brutal family, the head of which is worse than the devil himself. While he understands why he couldn’t say ‘no’, the fact he caved so easily makes him bitter.

The young boy just couldn’t wrap his head around it. One of the reasons for your arranged marriage was a bit obvious after meeting Dion, but the full details are still unknown. And even then, the Agriche denied he was the one who suggested marrying into the family. But only a fool wouldn’t have noticed his stare and how conveniently he had a clear view of you at every gathering, every ball.

They called him paranoid.

‘Hah! And in the end I was… right…’ he kicks the thought out the window.

Try as he might, Your father kept quiet about the full details, distracting Zac with promises of outings and trips to the forest once he’s done.

New lessons that are above his age-range so the boy would study more, harder, leaving no room for him to sate his curiosity, answers needed yet not given. However, your father didn't take into account just how cunning his son was when it came to avoiding the teachers and rushing through the lessons.

He lingers in the hallway after the office door shuts. Across from your father’s office are three small portraits - your sister Elena when she was in her teens, his that was commissioned last year, and yours, taken a month before you turned eighteen.

A small reminder of the person you were before your marriage, bright eyed with a sweet and genuine smile.

‘Oh. So that's why he commissioned it.’

Zac stares at it for a bit longer before he walks away, head high high, a destination in mind. He needs to apologize for his father’s rudeness, after all.

It’s not a long walk, a rather short one to get to the area where they hold guests. A left turn and he’s there, the doors shut as two guards stand outside. He frowns at the challenge that stands between him and his goal.

He needs to talk to that person. He already knows who he is, as he was sent by a certain Agriche every now and then, the man awkward given the situation. He’s not sure why when the doctor isn’t directly involved with the house affairs of Black Agriche and (Last Name). Still, he’s a guest and should be treated as such.

However, it doesn’t change the fact that one who sent him was the very man who watched you from afar. He should have told you and not them. Maybe then you wouldn’t be in that hellhole.

Still, he’s slightly, barely better than the first candidate suggested by Lant. He kicks himself for thinking about his repulsive brother-in-law in any sort of decent light.

Small amounts of anxiety sparks throughout his body. They’re armed, stiff. Considering who it was, it would only make sense to keep him guarded. Or to keep him trapped, rather.

He scoffs, knowing that their visitor wasn’t adapted in combat. Nor was he a trouble maker, always quick to leave once everything was said and done.

He wonders what he came here for.

Still, it’s not like he can stop here. He strolls up to the two men with a boyish grin, calming his beating heart. With a whistle, he greets him as they bow, staying in place. Their swords are in their sheaths, ready to be drawn.

He knows they won’t hurt him, but the nervousness is still there.

“Wow. Now this is interesting - who’s the big shot?” Hands in his pockets, Zac’s eyes gleam with mischief, pretending he doesn’t know who’s on the other side. The guards don’t leave their post.

“Just a visitor, Young Master,” one answers with a glance to the other. They look nervous.

“I can see that,” Zac shrugs, amusement building as the man only makes it look more suspicious. Do they not know how to be subtle?

No. Rather, does he not know how to mind his own business? He imagines you right here, scolding him for involving himself in matters that he’s too young to understand, before you sigh and say how you worry about him.

“But why are there two of you stationed here? Usually it’s one max, unless it’s something dire… not to mention father is still locked away in his office. Are they here for my mother?”

“It’s… complicated. He was promised an audience with the Master at some point, that’s all we know.”

“Then why say it’s complicated?” The man behind that door - he’s the only guest to ever have two guards stand outside the room. Do they think he’s an idiot? No, rather, why are they hiding his identity when the Heir of the (Last Name) family has already met him?

Or maybe his father had decided to leave him out of it. For his own good or whatever else, he doesn’t know.

The other guard takes his shot. “Don’t mind him, Young Master - always wanting to make things mysterious.” An awkward chuckle that’s returned by the other two. Your brother stays.

However, the severnats and guards of this house have always been weak to him - no, to all of the children of (Last Name).

“Speaking of father… he’s been down in the dumps. He’s been cooped up in that stuffy room all day - how inappropriate would it be to rush him?” He tilts his head, (h/c) bangs falling over his eyes. “He needs a break and that guy,” he points at the heavy doors, “shouldn’t be kept waiting - two birds with one stone.”

He’s spewing out whatever. He just wants to see the man, although, it would also be a lie to say he didn’t want his father to take a break. But he uses the visitor against them as well.

After all, that doctor must be so fatigued, traveling so far. “It’s rude to keep him waiting. That’s assuming he’s been here for a while, if not, then I apologize for my impudence.”

The little shit bows as the guards share a look. An uneasy yet guilt ridden furrow of their brows shows he was correct in the visitor waiting for a tad too long. A pause before one responds, only to be interrupted by the youth.

“Of course, it isn’t exactly my place to speak, but…,” his (e/c) eyes shine as he bitterly smiles, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m just worried about them. The guest since he’s been waiting, and my father is still mourning after he gave my sister away… I just want to show her that our father is still taking care of himself and his duties.”

He doesn’t even know what he’s yapping. He’s saying anything that comes to mind now, trial and error proving what’s working and what’s not.

“To be honest, it feels more like she passed away rather than getting married. I don’t want him to become depressed, and I certainly don’t want our guest to think he’s lousy because of his current actions." When he looks up, the guards look more guilty.

It’s funny, seeing how none of this was their fault. He does feel some guilt, but not enough to shut up.

If you were here you would have dragged him away.

“But, if father is too busy, then I wouldn’t mind giving our guest some company - if anything, maybe it’ll show just how much effort I am putting in as the Heir. A guest should never wait for so long.”

The guards share one last look. “Well… just for a bit. We already checked his person and didn’t find anything suspicious or dangerous. And even then, we confiscated all of his belongings.” Now he feels worse, but also entertained - was it really a good idea to let a twelve-year-old in alone with an important guest?

The answer is no, but they let him in anyway. Then again, why wouldn’t they? He’s Zachary (Last Name), the same boy they watch grow up, who might be impish but is on his best behavior when the time comes for it and -

“Thank you for allowing me to keep him company.”

There’s a chance one might leave and report this to your father. There’s also a chance they’ll keep quiet and warn him that his time is up when the appointment time is near.

The door closes behind him and he sees a certain redhead sitting on the lounge chair. He looks stiff, relaxing not in his dictionary. The sound of the creaking doors makes the guest jittery.

Once the guest turns his head, Zac greets him.

“Hello, doctor.”

- - -

“Ack…” shivers crawl down your spine as you hold back a sneeze. The sharp sensation leaves as quickly as it came.

How odd.

The distraction is forgotten as you open a door that leads into an outdoor hallway. You stop in your tracks as you look ahead. A heavy metal door greets you at the other end, but on the wall on the right side are many. Full sets of armor serve as decoration.

Your heart flutters. This is the location where Dion confronted Roxana for the first time.

Roxana with her wet hair that only made her golden locks look more like gentle waves. Roxana, where her green skirt prettily went with her semi-sheer white shirt, the blue and gold necklace that, despite being simple, brings the outfit together. Roxana with her bandaged arm that would be drenched in blood as Dion roughly grabbed it and -

Oh. right. Dion.

The memory of the manhwa along with the undesired events that took place earlier increase your dislike of him. But… Why was he so different here than he was there? Maybe… It's because the main story hasn’t started yet.

Or maybe you’re too tired to think of other possible explanations.

“... I wonder if that door leads into Cassis’ room…” you mumble to yourself, debating if you should just turn around. Truthfully speaking, you were zoned out the entire time, so you don't even know how you got here. Or how to get back.

But do you want to go back? What if Dion’s still in the bedroom - then what? It’s his, so you can’t kick him out. And even if it was yours, you wouldn’t have the guts to do it then, either.

“...” with a sharp breath, you start to walk forwards, slowly like an injured animal, wary of what’s up ahead. With each step comes bubbling anxiety, unaware of where it is that you’re going. Your mind won’t shut up.

Should I keep going?

What if it’s a room meant for toys?

Or worse, I run into someone willing to hurt me?

Maybe I should turn back.

I’m scared.

It feels like hours but it only took minutes, at most, to reach the doors. You grab it by the circular knob and prepare to open it. But your arm freezes.

Your entire body does. The sun is out but you feel cold. Your breathing picks up once you hear one of the doors to the side open, heavy footsteps accompanying the creak. Pure terror and fear starts to rot you from the inside out as you hear a familiar and disgusting voice - you only heard it once, during your wedding. But you never forgot it.

It’s impossible to.

You bite your lip, wishing that this man was already dead. But he’s not, dread crawling down your spine as seconds pass. It’s cold, the feeling that the fiend gives you.

Repressing a violent tremble, your ears bleed as that voice greets you, gruff and low, once annoyed but becomes amused at the sight of you. You may hate and fear your husband, but this man is worse.

“Oh? If it isn’t Dion’s little wife - (Name), right?” Fontaine Agriche snickers out and you shut your eyes while mentally preparing yourself. Your hands shake and legs buck under your weight. Even so, you let go of the door knob to face and greet your in-law with a curtsy, eyes shaking with fear.

Of all the people to run into… Why him?

Your right thumb starts to sting, your bad habit never going away. You ignore it.

Alarm bells always go off with your husband. But sirens are screaming as you stand before Fontaine, trying your best not to let out the scream that’s bubbling in your throat. Your body feels heavy and resists you as you force your head up. Against your wishes, you take in his appearance by habit.

He’s not ugly but dull looking - however, when he eyes you like a piece of meat, you decide that he’s ugly after all. Even Dion doesn’t do that, and it’s an extremely low bar. Doesn’t change the fact that both men are perverted, but, ironically enough, you feel safer with Dion.

You almost scoff at yourself - Dion? Making you feel safe? Maybe pigs are flying in your old world.

This man has images of forced intimacy flashing in your mind. Screams that would be ignored if heard. Forget being locked in a cage - your gut tells you that a worst faith awaits you if you were to ever become too involved with Fontaine. You swallow down bile.

Sweat pools at the nape of your neck. A primal, raw fear and caution kicks at you, more vibrant, stronger than the one you feel with Dion. With him, it feels like imprisonment, but with Fontaine it feels like rape.

You stop yourself from licking your dry lips, from acting too submissively. Your heart hammers against your ribcage painfully, a thud at the back of your head.

You bite your tongue hard enough to almost taste blood. You don’t want to talk to him, but what choice do you have?

Don’t stutter, please, please please.

“Oh, I’m gla-glad that you remember my name, Young Master Fontaine.” You stutter once as your voice wavers and you’re cursing yourself mentally. Showing weakness in front of this man was a mistake - especially when he licks his lips, his eyes focused on your chest.

You resist the urge to recoil in disgust. To be so… apparent with his sexual urges… does he have no shame?

“How could I? After all, you’re a pretty little thing - it wouldn’t make sense for me to not remember your name.” Your eyes travel to the collar of his expensive shirt - specks of blood that stain it. The same goes for his sleeve and even on his cheek, right where his scar is.

You look at the door where he came from. You put two and two together - he must be leaving a toy’s room. Your stomach twists painfully at the realization.

The thought of you becoming his has your blood rushing. You look behind him - how far was the door on the other side?

It feels like something is tugging at your feet, making your movements sluggish. You push through the pressure that threatens to drown you.

“I’m… flattered, but I’m not sure how my husband would react to that,” you gulp when his smile twitches into a scowl at the mention of his accursed brother. However, he quickly breaks into a grin with a quick glance around the area. He sees that you’re alone.

That fact makes panic rise deep inside your chest. Your gut is telling you to run.

“Come now, it’s not like I'm crossing any boundaries. I’m sure Dion would understand where I’m coming from.” He takes a step towards you, gauging how close he should get. You need to end this encounter, your gut screams.

Your legs twitch and you hold yourself back from walking past him. You also hold back from kicking him in the groin, the one area that would have him double over in pain. The thought is tempting when you can barely listen to rationality.

“That’s… interesting. How about we go ask him real quick? I just left our room not too long ago.” Your smile looks warm to the grey-eyed man, but the corners of your lips threaten to slip. It’s painful to keep the facade.

Your brother-in-law takes another step towards you. His grin widens once he sees the hint of fear in your eyes. His confidence nearly makes you gag.

“You just left? And he didn’t accompany you?” He smells like blood, fresh and raw. A primal look of lust is in his eyes, and when his gaze sticks to the base of your neck, you feel like throwing up. He hums in thought.

Is he really… lusting after me, his sister-in-law!? Wait, considering he wanted Roxana in the manhwa, it’s… still disgusting.

Your voice catches in your throat, so he talks for you. “If it were me,” he starts as he backs you against the doors, “I wouldn’t have left you alone in this maze of a mansion.” One of his hands presses against the metal near your waist. Ever so slowly, it moves from the door and to your waist, teasing the fabric of your dress before he fully grabs you. You glance at it before looking back at his face, stomach churning and faith dwindling further.

You need to get out of here.

“O-oh… Lady Roxana!? I didn’t expect to see you here!”

Fooled by your warm smile and excited voice, Fontaine looks behind him, only to see no-one. While he’s distracted by your lie, you quickly stomped on his foot using the heel of your shoe. Your reflexes have chosen both flight and fight.

He howls in pain, bringing his foot up enough to hold it.

“Y-you bitch -”

“Sorry, I have to go!”

Taking this opportunity, you run past him, faster than you ever have. It was like you weren’t even wearing heels, barely able to open the door as his hands grasp at your skirt, the man recovering from the surprise attack. You gasp when gets a hold, and since he was so focused on getting you, he was too cocky and pissed to notice your elbow flying to his throat.

“G-gah!” He gasps for air and in pain, saliva dribbling down his chin. You don’t look back as the door shuts behind you.

CLACK, CLACK, CLACK

Your lungs scream for air, a sharp pain in your feet as your legs beg for rest. You don’t listen to them, running down the hallway like a mad woman. It’s a ghost town and that makes you fear for your safety even more - no eyes to watch him. No-one to report him to Dion, if they bother to.

But a small part of your mind suggests that maybe this could be a good thing. For one, you don’t know how Lant would react if he were to find out that you injured his first born once it gets reported to him. Not only that, but if it’s a low ranked servant or guard, no-one would fight against him, and even if they did stand up to him, he could and would easily kill them.

He’s strong enough to do so.

He has the authority to get away with it.

Then, another thought hits you - what if none of the siblings know about Dion’s obsession over you? That he would willingly punish them if they get too close - or, at least you assume so. Regardless, most would stay far away from you if they ever learn he favors you.

After all, who would try their luck with the most brutal Agriche? The favorite son, the most skilled in hand-to-hand combat and sword fighting - it would be a death wish. Only a fool would try to take what’s his.

Your lungs start to burn. Air is harder to take in, and you have to force your legs to keep going. You have to. Getting caught by your even more perverted brother-in-law is not an option.

You’re starting to regret leaving the bedroom.

“Hah, hah, oh fuck, it hurts,” you pant, your speed decreasing. You push through the smothering pain until you reach a dead end - two doors on each wall. You try the left, rattling the doorknob, only to find that it’s locked. You try the other and it opens, but in your panic, you open it too quickly, falling into the room, twisting your left ankle in the process.

“Where the hell is she!?” He’s not near you but he screams so loud it echoes off the walls.

At Fontaine’s yelling, you crawl into the room, wincing as it shuts close louder than it should.

You can’t hear him anymore. Your lungs work overtime to take in air, on fire despite resting. Drool hangs from your mouth directly as you hang your head. On your knees, you start to dry heave, slamming a hand over your mouth to prevent you from throwing up and to muffle any noise.

Your left ankle starts to sting almost unbearably. It feels like needles are being stabbed into it, sharp and pointed. Slowly, your gaze travels to it as you move your dress away from the area. You can’t stop yourself from scoffing at your horrible luck, the swelling already forming.

“Hah. I just sprained it…” ironic that you ran for your safety only to hurt yourself in the process. The pain distracts you from the events that just transpired, running away from Fontatine. Your fingers curl as fists form on the floor.

The tile is nice and cold. But it doesn’t help much with the forming tears and swollen ankle. You want to cry, a tight pressure in both your eyes and temples. A scream is on the verge of being released but you hold it back by biting your lip.

You taste blood and feel something warm leaking from your lip. The metallic flavor overrides the sour and bitter vomit that was stored in your gums and mouth.

The tears fall easily. Too hot. Too wet. A sob rips itself out of your throat, chest trembling with the action.

You freeze when you hear a woman’s voice.

“Oh? What happened here?” A chair scrapes across the floor, soft steps that stop right next to you. Brown heeled boots enter your vision as your head is too heavy to lift.

The skirt of her dress is a light green, ending right above her feet. She gets on her knees, her dress giving her a thin padding on the floor. One last shaky breath before you manage to lift your head, meeting soft red eyes - softer than Roxana’s, not as bright as your husband’s. Brown hair that ends at her upper back, straight and her bangs on either side that exposes most of her face.

Her eyes have a brown tint, curiosity in them rather than worry.

Grizelda Agriche.

= = =

So, how’s Zac guys? Everything will make sense. Eventually (I am crying). My pacing is horrible.

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#yandere x reader #twtptflob x reader #dion agriche #dion agriche x reader #yandere dion agriche #deon agrece #yandere dion agriche x reader #yandere twtptflob #yandere the way to protect the female leads older brother #male yandere

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peachfuzz-nygma · 1 year ago

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”more like the way a peat moss organism grows. you know, laterally”

i’m going to bite him and violently shake my head, flailing him around like a dog when it has a toy

#season one ed gives me cuteness aggression #riddler #edward nygma #gotham #gotham riddler

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s1ushyz · 3 months ago

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You ever just want to

*grabs frank like a dog holding a chew toy and shakes him back and forth violently*

Or is it just me..

#s1ushyz #my chemical romance #mcr #my chem #frank iero

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dogsosoy · 6 months ago

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i am thinking about stalking aki. no devils au also (gn)reader is an obsessive freakkk and loser ; things get a little physically violent ^__^

as per usual, you were following the local grocery store clerk home after his shift.

he was a pretty unassuming guy, despite his height, but something about him was different from all the other NPCs you had to encounter in your shitty city.

a few weeks ago, for the first time in your life, someone wasn’t outright disgusted with your presence. on top of that, that person was downright gorgeous too. exactly your type. a lot like the guys you went for in your dating sims: tall, long hair, and an unbothered attitude. aki had an air about him that screamed “i don’t really care,” which made you weak in the knees. you were shaking when you approached his checkout line.

you expected him to be like everyone else. throw you a hardly-concealed glare and make your interaction as swift as possible. you’ve never been that great with social interaction. or social cues. but somehow, in your delusional mind, you believed that you were quite charming the day you met aki.

he had initially caught you off guard. aki recognized the game on your shirt, and commented on it as he was checking out (and trying hard not to judge) your groceries (seriously, when was the last time you ate a meal that wasn’t full of MSG?). immediately getting even more flustered and nervous than you already were, you told him a fun fact about the game—that only you found fun—and flashed him an awkward, stressed out smile. more fearful looking than anything. more animalistic than human.

but he smiled back, so clearly that meant you did a good job, right? you surely impressed him with your knowledge and the submissive air about you! he must’ve thought you were charming in a “kicked dog” sort of way.

aki totally wasn’t thinking ‘will this quivering little freak get out of my line already?’ eyeing your shaky hands and figure. you were most definitely overstaying your welcome in the check-out area to stutter at this poor clerk. at least he’s good at staying composed. most of the time.

overall, he was disgusted by you. you looked like you got hit by a bus two weeks ago and hadn’t showered since. your clothes were dirty and way too big, like a child trying on something from their parent’s closet. you had a minecraft wallet that would’ve been a cute little trait if you weren’t so fucking off-putting. your hair was in your eyes. probably to hide your face, he thought. you don’t seem to like being perceived.

aki had a lot of thoughts about you in that moment—some of them more intrusive than others. he thought about scowling at you, yelling at you to move along, maybe shoving your shitty groceries into your hands so you’d get the idea that he really didn’t like your vibe. or face. or anything about you. then, aki thought about strangling you. you just had a face for it. you looked easy to beat up and aki kind of liked that. it crossed his mind that maybe he could kick the shit out of you after his shift. get some anger out. hell, he could’ve taken five and done it right then.

you know, normal minimum wage job thoughts.

but of course, he didn’t do any of that. didn’t even really entertain the thought (although he really would’ve liked to). at his core, aki isn’t a bad person. he’s not the best, don’t get him wrong, but he wouldn’t harm a random person he doesn’t know. even if that person was giving him a million reasons to, just by existing. even if they look like they would make such a good punching bag. or stress ball. or chew toy?

aki doesn’t necessarily enjoy hurting people. he’ll admit, he does find some sort of sick satisfaction in it, but it’s not something he actively seeks out. or even something that regularly crosses his mind. aki is reliable and intelligent. that’s what anyone you ask would say about him. sure, maybe he’s a hardass most of the time, but he really does seem to have a thing for helping others.

he looked at you, really looked at you, his eyes filled with pity as you were turning to walk out of the store. he imagined what it would be like to have everyone you come across have these sorts of thoughts about you. how could you live your life normally when everything about you invokes violent and anger in the people around you?

it was pathetic. he thought you were pathetic.

maybe he could help you.

your eyes caught his only for a moment as you cautiously glanced back at him, trying to sneak in one more glimpse at this angel before you went home, not to return for weeks. then you saw it. you saw that look. something in his eyes, but it wasn’t anger or annoyance or disgust. your face heated up, and your eyes widened with how flustered you felt. your palms suddenly felt sweaty, and it was too hot. for once, someone looked at you and felt something more for you, and it felt like a fire was lit inside your chest.

this man… (squints to read name tag) aki… he was different.

and aki knew from that split second that you were definitely a total hopeless case and complete freak.

your obsession with him snowballed from there.

you followed behind him after every shift, making sure to stay hidden from the light and as far away as possible. you just wanted to make sure the love of your life got home safe! plus, it wasn’t hard to keep an eye on him. maybe keeping up with him was a little difficult due to the height difference, but good thing you’re amazing at masking your presence! thank you, fear of being perceived.

even from this distance, your heart was in your throat. you could barely make out the way his shoulders moved as he walked, or how he lazily puffed on a cigarette (mevius brand, your brain supplied). it was still enough to get you panting like a freaky little creep. your whole body was on fire. the physical reaction you had to aki was apparent, and it had only gotten worse by the day. during your first interaction, you were a complete mess. now? you’d be lucky to get a single word out if he was any closer than twenty feet, and your legs would surely give out from the anxiety. it would be like meeting god.

aki had decided earlier, during his shift, that he had had enough of this game of cat and mouse.

of course he could feel the eyes on his back during his walk to his apartment. although you think you’re quite slick and sneaky, aki has known since the first day you followed him home. you may be quiet, but your hiding skills are a bit rusty. on top of that, aki trained in the police force. he knows when someone is tailing him. he had to hand it to you though, it took him longer than normal to notice you.

every day you got a bit closer—he had picked up on that by the fifth night. he picked up on you breaking into his apartment by the second week, which irked him. not because he necessarily cared about you stealing his stuff—he didn’t have much of value anyway—he just didn’t want your dirty hands touching everything. he started cleaning more after that.

then slowly he started… leaving things out for you. like someone leaving milk out for a stray cat. a half eaten bar of chocolate on his kitchen counter, an old shirt on his bed. things he thought you’d think he wouldn’t miss. he left some healthier food out too, with a few bites taken out of it, so you’d think he was done eating and take it for yourself.

he wondered if it felt like sharing a meal to you, too.

he had caught a glimpse of you in a shop window as he turned the corner onto his street. you were wearing his shirt. he never saw you without one of his shirts on, not since you started stealing them.

instead of continuing all the way to his apartment, aki stopped short and took a quick right to duck into a nearby alleyway.

your heart sped up. what was he doing? was he meeting with someone else? going to someone else’s place? maybe just taking a leak? despite your worryingly amazing stalking skills, you lacked a lot of… basic intellect. street smarts.

common sense.

you approached the alley cautiously, peering in. no sign of aki. your heart sunk, had you lost him? your foot steps rang out in quiet thuds on the concrete. your thoughts were running a mile a minute.

aki thinks you should be more aware of your surroundings. it becomes another bullet on his mental list of things you need to work on. this list is uncomfortably long.

you pass by an unassuming dumpster, not looking at or even near it. it didn’t cross your mind that the object of your deepest desire could be crouched beside it. why would he be? why would he be staring at you? why would he be getting ready to pounce on you, like a predator on prey?

the moment you had just barely cleared the threshold into his vision, aki pounced.

your back hit the concrete wall before you could even grasp what could be happening. the smell of cigarette smoke flooded your sinuses. someone’s forearm was pressed to your neck—their hand carefully balancing a mevius cigarette between two fingers—affectively holding your weaker body in place and somewhat choking you. your voice cried out in a pathetic yelp, which caused another large hand to be placed rather roughly over your mouth. he didn’t want you to make any unnecessary noise. or, god forbid, any dumb comments.

his figure was even more imposing at this distance—or lack there of. fuck, is he going to kill you? beat the shit out of you? why is that thought kinda hot? your heart was beating so fast you felt like you were going to have a heart attack. aki, ever composed, casually leaned over your trembling body, looking deep into your scared eyes with his intense gaze. he was so calm, but he was also scary. imposing. like a parent looking down at a child who has misbehaved. your knees felt weak.

you have misbehaved.

his face was inches from yours as he spoke softly, condescendingly, “i would say you’re dumber than you look but,” his eyes raked over your figure slowly, rolling the cigarette between his fingers. he removed his forearm from your neck and took a drag and blew the smoke into your face as he continued, “you’re not.”

quick note: having a hand over your mouth, somewhat covering your nose, smoke blown into your face, and having previously been choked by a forearm to the neck does NOT pair amazingly with what was likely an incoming panic attack. or maybe it was a meltdown. aki didn’t think you could tremble this much. widen your eyes this much. make him feel so in control this much. he would’ve rather thrown out his brand new pack of meviuses than admit that you have such a way of making him feel. he continued rolling his cigarette between his fingers, staring at your face, thinking. then he backed off a little. looked down his nose at you.

his gaze was filled with disgust… and an impossible amount of want. want for you. to own you. control you. maybe he just wanted to have some sort of control over anything in his life. unfortunately, you didn’t have a whole lot of time to react to this sudden realization about aki, as you cried out, muffled by his palm. the bastard had put his cigarette out on your neck.

“don’t worry,” he spoke softly, in an ever condescending tone, “you’ll probably still be able to walk when i’m done.”

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