here he is.... my most fucked up bby girl. i wrote this a little differently than the others... i had a different vibe in mind.
achilles is the eldest son of a notorious mob family, the second most powerful in charge right under his father. he makes lots of big decisions, like his recent attempts to take over a smaller gang with cruelty and force. unfortunately being a sexy big shot comes with its own little vices, achilles likes smoking for instance. nasty habit especially for someone in his position, doesn't he realize how vulnerable he is when he's taking a smoke break? so easy for you to drug.
you flick some of the cigarette ash towards the man in question. he's on his knees arms tied behind his back and duct tape over his mouth. he keeps shooting you dirty looks. it's funny.
"such a waste..."
you run a red room service on the dark web. essentially, anyone with enough money can hire you to kidnap and torture whoever they want. some people hire you to make elaborate snuff videos with their desires all written out for you, other people let you and your audience decide what kind of torture would take place over your live streams. that's where the handsome man in front of you came from, the gang he'd been destroying had bought your services.
you had already explained that to him, as well as mocked him for his cigarette habit. now you were letting one of the cigarettes burn before your stream actually started, you didn't actually smoke it choosing instead to let him watch you waste it. his scowl was hot.
his screams were hotter. the first hour in, you had him covered in cigarette burns and his stomach flinching away from your touch. the second hour in, he had multiple gashes all over his trembling body. the third hour in, he had finally started to sob and his body was covered in lovely bruises.
"sorry guys, we can't kill him yet. but that means we get a toy for a little while!" you gripped his hair and brought his tear stained face up to the camera. "say goodbye to our friend!"
and that ended your first stream with your new toy. you cleaned him up and brought him to his new room.
"you'll probably be the show tomorrow unless I get another job. eat up." you gave him a nice dinner and pulled the duct tape off his mouth.
"... when will I die?"
"dunno. good work chilles, sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning."
that's how it began. the guy ended up being your show about half the week for the next two months. never enough to kill him and every day you cleaned up his wounds and took good care of him. he never cursed you or complained about his place he would ask you questions and thank you for the food. it was pleasant conversation, he was a nice companion in your otherwise drab life.
it was halfway into the third month when you got news that those gang members who hired you were dead. you'd been waiting the whole time for them to pay for you to kill achilles and now it was never coming. at least you made good money from your streams in the meantime.
"you're free to go." you stood in the doorway of achilles's room.
his eyes looked at you, slowly widening as he realized what you said. "wh.. why?"
"m gonna drug you up and drop you in front of your house. you won't know where you were but I'd really appreciate if you didn't try to come after me at all. "
"why are you letting me go? did something happen?"
"you should quit smoking by the way. maybe i won't be able to get you-"
you saw something in his eyes snap. those eyes that had been practically blank the whole time even when the torture made him lose his voice from screaming. now they were dark and hazy, significantly more threatening than he'd been before. he crawled on his hands and knees to your leg and looked up at you with tears in his eyes.
"why....? am i not.. did i do it wrong? i can be a good toy."
you were caught off guard by his reaction. "uh... well uh the guys who hired me like... they died without paying me to kill you. so like... i don't have a reason to keep you?"
"how much?"
"huh??"
"how much do you need to keep me?"
you reached down and gently carded your hand through his hair. "you don't want to stay here, dumbass."
"yes I do." he nuzzled his head into your hand.
"you really want to stay here and get tortured until you die? use your brain."
his darkened eyes looked up at you with the most pathetic look. "i want to stay with you."
"fuck" he's cute? he's cute. "ok...jesus, lets do this. you go home, get reunited with your family, try to get back to normal life. and I'll contact you so if you still want to be LITERALLY tortured over living your normal life I'll bring you back. ok?"
"you'll actually come get me, right?"
"yeah. I'll get you and I won't even make you pay."
"I'll be back soon." he rubbed his head against your leg. "please get your favorite tools ready."
Whenever you are going to post a smut fic always make sure if the reader is the top or bottom and if they're sub or dom and always ALWAYS put if the reader is Male, Female or Gender-neutral. We're not psychics, we're not gonna know if there's no label.
TW: mentions of suicide, funeral, MAJOR character death, like m/n is SUFFERING, shitty spelling, not proofreading
“You were so happy before what happened?”
The man paused for a moment as he looked blankly at his therapist before saying
“I don’t deserve happiness.”
It all started when he was in a mission with one of his comrades tasked by his beloved captain just to be captured by a cruel obsessed man, M/n spent years going through extensive torture and conditioning to be that evil man’s trophy who feared and obeyed whatever that horrible man asked of him.
He was trapped in the tight chains of forced subjugation…years of all kinds of abuse from emotional to physical he’s gone through it all just to feel a numbness in his body every time now, he’s a shell of his former self now…he isn’t happy nor is he carefree, he’s…dead. The old M/n you knew is dead. Wake up. He’s gone. You killed him. Why waste your time mourning? He wanted to die. He’s happy in a place you’ll never be…heaven. Regretting your actions already? Too late.
The mourning of M/n’s death was well expected by those who knew what went on at home…daily degradation and manipulation, assault, torture M/n was bound to kill himself by the third year of this horrible situation it just seemed so expected but unexpected by those who hadn’t known what happened to him….
“He was such a happy man, i can’t see why he’d end it all…!”
“My friend never seemed like he was sad or anything! He was all smiles…why didn’t he tell us?”
It’s always the same…why? why? Why? WHY? Why did he die? Why didn’t he say something? Casual victim blaming to the point where M/n finally ended it all. He’s sick of it. The bloodied knife in his cold palm as he lays there in his own pool of blood, he hates it all. He wants everything to end. He hates his life and this cruel world he was born in. Yet his choices…his freedom was still taken from him. It’s always the same isn’t it?
Instead of the usual trope the bad boy manipulating the good boy.
Imagine the good boy corrupting the virgin bad boy teaching him new positions and ruining him in ways he didn't think was possible. The one everyone looked up to being the one people should in reality be wary of.
"Don’t worry you’re our addiction darling." Waten said as his twin held down ghost's arms as he pounded into ghost's poor cunt. "stop struggling baby it’s only going to make your time here worse" Wataru hummed while Waten was sucking on one of ghost’s perky tits.
Ghost let out incoherent gasps and moans while struggling to get out of the two deranged twins embrace. How did a small visit turn into getting his pretty pussy ruined by two psychopaths?
"Wake up inmates." Ghost said with a low grunt while keeping his gun close to him as the twins got up and grinned in a psychotic manner. "ghostie!~ how have you been? Did you miss us?~" the twins asked at the same time while looking at ghost with a predatory gaze.
"Don’t worry you’re our addiction darling." Waten said as his twin held down ghost's arms as he pounded into ghost's poor cunt. "stop struggling baby it’s only going to make your time here worse" Wataru hummed while Waten was sucking on one of ghost’s perky tits.
Ghost let out incoherent gasps and moans while struggling to get out of the two deranged twins embrace. How did a small visit turn into getting his pretty pussy ruined by two psychopaths?
"Wake up inmates." Ghost said with a low grunt while keeping his gun close to him as the twins got up and grinned in a psychotic manner. "ghostie!~ how have you been? Did you miss us?~" the twins asked at the same time while looking at ghost with a predatory gaze.