#thread; freddie

[nastyfck]

open to: verse/bottoms plot: freddie is an assassin/mercenary who has been together with your muse (who is a morally good/innocent person) a few times, and now they are both catching feelings which freddie is trying hard to deny because he’s not a good person and also he doesn’t want to put them in danger. your muse can either be in the dark or knows what he does for a living. bonus points if your muse has taken him in and patched him up before. (taboo is a okay if you wanna) verse: modern, maybe even fantasy

“I’m... no good for you.” Freddie turned away from the other man’s gaze, hating how that sounded — yet knowing in his heart it was the absolute truth. His profession wasn’t one someone could really advertise (to the general population anyway). He was a murderer and he’d since accepted there was no going back for him, no redemption for the things he did. “We both know that.” It was why he never indulged in one partner for too long, much preferring the comfort that anonymity brought. The ever-looming threat of falling for his myriad of sexual partners: them discovering what he does for living and subsequently leaving or reporting him, or worse still, staying; them being kidnapped and used as leverage against him. Whatever system he had before worked, so why then did he have to go and fuck it all up?

[nastyfck]

@puphcart​ [from here]

Cruising was often something Anton did. He liked the thrill of it. How you would enter a place and just check another man out. Public toilets were a definitely favorite for him. And he was in there today. He had hung around the place for quite a while. Whenever a hot guy entered, he would follow and put his half hard cock out and wait. Eventually one or another would show his own dick too. They would play. Most would run away quickly though.

But not that guy. They jerked off, Anton sucked him and now they went even wilder. His own clothes were now a bundle on the floor next to him. He was completely naked and he let the man’s cock slide inside his ass as he started to ride it slowly, getting used to the thickness that was filling him up now. “Fuck. So big.” He groaned with a smile, not giving a flying fuck if someone would eventually come in now.

Freddie knew this place was a popular cruising spot. He’d had plans — funnily enough he was meeting someone else for business (or at least he was supposed to, but his contact didn’t show). Then one thing led to another, and he thought what the hell, it had been a while since someone gave him this much attention. The man just sucked him down so expertly, like his size meant nothing. Then the other pushed him down, and here they were... “C—Christ.” This wasn’t the filthiest place he had sex — the toilet was surprisingly clean compared to the seedy nature of its reputation, but it definitely was pretty high on the list. They weren’t even in a stall, doing it opening on the floor where anyone could just walk in, where his contact could just walk in. (Then again, he’d seen worse in the park outside.)

He still had his shirt draped loosely over his body, even if the rest of their clothing was discarded in a mess around them. The whole situation was rather lewd and not usually his cup of tea; even if he did partake in such indecent activities now and then. Worst of all, Freddie didn’t even know the man’s name — he would have asked, but his damn brain was a mush right about now. The mercenary wasn’t one to be in control when it came to matters of the flesh, but this guy was so boldly taking him all the way to the root; he wasn’t monstrously huge, but he was hardly what you would call a small guy. “You’re like some rabid animal.”