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distopea · 1 year

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@tximidity continuation from here

It wasn’t hard to frighten Sully, perhaps it wasn’t fair as well, but for Kaizen it was a necessity. She was probably no harm and danger whatsoever, but her very presence could be disturbing for the rest of the girls. A nicer treatment, a way to be protected, and he could face an inner war he didn’t want to deal with. Girls and their fucking expectations. Sometimes it was tiring to be in the middle of petty bickering, but all these girls and boys were necessary toys in the Cleaners’ plans.

“You’re often sick?” Kaizen asked, while he still continued to pat her bruises. She probably was suffering, and he wasn’t actually very harmful with his gesture, but the whole point was to show he had no morals. If he had to drag her down the stairs by her broken leg, he wouldn’t hesitate; he was that kind of bastard. Soft and gentle when needed, but utterly dangerous if she was playing some smart game. “Pregnant? Mmh?” He cocked his head aside, his other hand touching her belly, fondling it gently to see if she had any sign of an early pregnancy. “Nah, too soft.”

He eventually raised an eyebrow though, as she mentioned the other girls. Was she an idiot? He frowned and loomed over her, his hand suddenly squeezing her soft cheeks with a firm grim, as he stared at her intensely. “A doctor? For all of them?” He snarled and squeezed harder, until he slammed Sully back into the sheets. The information was precious, but unless Carolyn or Mitsuki were crawling on their knees and begging for help, they wouldn’t see any doctor.

“You’re too soft.” Kaizen said, but his tone was truly judging Sully. “Grow up. You’re all whores. Nobody cares. If they die, they die.” That wasn’t necessarily true, but he was aware that a few of these girls would be easily replaced or thrown away if they didn’t provide a good service and he wouldn’t blink doing that. The house was already full, and well, the clients were picky. They were expecting some luxurious service, and if they couldn’t get clean, they would be ditched somewhere. Sully would probably be upset to know that Kaizen had fucked Carolyn earlier and she had endured it perfectly. She was still resting in his room, maybe he’d check if she truly had a wound behind her head.

“It’s about you.” He reminded Sully while he heard a knock on the door. “Don’t make me upset.” He warned and stood back up, finally abandoning his grip onto her ankle. The doctor was right on time. He opened the door and let him in, throwing another dark look to Sully.

“She’s hiding stuff.” He simply said, before he eventually stepped outside, guarding the door, and ready to listen to their exchange.

#; tximidity #⌇a ballet of bullets ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 | main verse )#⌇the guns whisperer ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 | ic )#⌇innocence wrapped around the sins of his fingers ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 / 𝙎𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙣 )#tw: pregnancy mention #; FINALLY!! I continued our thread in a new beta post so you can trim it ❤️#; sorry for the wait and all! and take your time with this!#; also yes Kaizen is still a bastard gsygf

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distopea · 9 months

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Many targets on the dash.

But for what kind of fun, Kaizen doesn't say a word about it.

#⌇the guns whisperer ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 | IC )#; *shoves him away like I can* no don't wake up I can't contain you gfsyg #; he's looking

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distopea · 1 month

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Ugh.

"Kaizen, be a dear and pass me the hammer."

Nezumi extends a hand, waiting to feel the combination of rubber and plastic on his palm. His focus is entirely on the man in the chair, hands and legs tied. He's sweating, terrified, shivering. Delicious. That's how Nezumi likes them. He leans in and inhales the scent of fear just as his fingers wrap around the hammer's handle. He combs his other hand through the man's hair and forces his head back.

"P-please," the man sobs.

Nezumi shushes him, gently—affectionately—and slides the hammer over his wet cheek. "—you know a good dentist?" he whispers in the tone of a lover, as if he's asking a secret.

Confused, the man glances at Kaizen, then back at Nezumi. Hesitantly, he nods.

Nezumi snorts. He aims the hammer. The man struggles. He seals his lips as if that would protect his teeth from getting smashed in. It doesn't help. Blood splutters from between his lips. He coughs and chokes.

Nezumi forces his mouth shut by pushing underneath his chin.

"Swallow," Nezumi commands and holds. His irises are blown wide with arousal as he seizes the man in a determined vice grip.

They struggle some more; the man whimpers, cries, sobs and slobbers blood through sealed lips. But, after a while, a few gulps suggest he does as he's told.

Nezumi quickly pecks his forehead. "Good boy." He stands up and playfully swirls the hammer around; he licks the blood from its edge and bats his lashes at Kaizen. "He's all yours, baby. Ask your questions before he starts puking."

@nezumivc103221

Kaizen knew it for a long time; there were two types of killers. Those who were like him; efficient, straight to the point, and not really much into unnecessary torture, and there were people like Nezumi. He really had to put up a show with whatever he was doing, and that little one fucking loved torture for sure. Kaizen didn’t say much - per usual - and observed the bloody show. Nezumi was a pretty man; he was definitely even more attractive while he was swinging a hammer so gracefully. A true fucking maniac, Kaizen thought, while he clipped his cigarette at the corner of his lips and lightened it up, leaned against the wall and patiently waited for his time.

Why did that bitch have to scream so fucking loud?

He blew a gray cloud in front of him, unbothered by the man’s pain, but quite concerned if Nezumi would stop himself from bashing his face too hard either. They still had to interrogate the fellow, and without a proper jaw to formulate his words, he would fucking die before spilling his dirty secrets. Kaizen sighed, taking his phone out. They were running out of time. They couldn’t use this room for too long, and even if Nezumi seemed to have the best fun in the world, he had to do something about it.

“Maybe not… Fuck.” But it was too late. Kaizen rolled his eyes while Nezumi slammed the hammer hard enough for any remaining teeth to become nothing but flying dice inside the dude’s mouth. He received another text from Gambit, a quick check in regarding the mission, and eventually, he stepped forward. That was right after his young lover had decided to finally stop playing with their victim. God, he could be such a fucking cat in disguise.

“Can talk?” He asked the man, gripping his hair with his gloved fingers to force his eyes to look up. With the pain and the adrenaline, he was still coherent, but it was a matter of seconds before he would actually drift away, unable to answer their questions. A normal reaction to torture. “Fuck, look like shit.” Kaizen admired Nezumi’s work, watching the man’s head lolling over his shoulder. Another buzz inside his jeans, another text from Gambit.

Wrong target. Cops were on their way.

“Pick the hammer.” Kaizen said before he slid both of one of his hands under the man’s chin and the other one onto his nape. With a very quick twist, he heard the snap of his bones, their victim turning into a puppet while his neck was broken. “We gotta go.” Kaizen’s voice was quite bossy, but Gambit’s text was urgent. He watched Nezumi’s pouting face, quite aware that he had ruined his fun too quickly.

“Sorry, babe. Cops are coming.” He said while he made sure to pick back everything he needed, shoving his gun inside his pants. He gripped Nezumi’s wrist, pulling him away from the corpse they were leaving behind us.

With that pretty doll, it was hard to tell what could be his next moves. Before he could think about playing again, Kaizen was dragging him out of the room.

#; nezumivc103221 #⌇dialing the void ( 𝘼𝙨𝙠 )#⌇the guns whisperer ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 | IC )#⌇a ballet of bullets ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 | main verse )#⌇folie à deux ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 / 𝙉𝙚𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙞 )#tw: torture #tw: blood #tw: murder #; let's get back on track with something soft and cute right?#; Kaizen is like: okay kitten we can't stay #; he really pictures Nezumi like a cat playing with a bird lmao

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distopea · 9 months

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"Everyone was betting on your death," Fang commented, the moment she saw him coming up the stairs. Her arms laid over a railing, while overseeing the ocean. The beach was so nice from up here, but inaccessible for her. This man had caught her attention almost an hour ago, when the waves started to become more dangerous and the sky more dark. The wind picking up its pace, but she had remained like some other onlookers. "I've made a video, but the quality is shit." Considering she had to zoom and even then... she sure was a little surprised to see him up close, or was she possibly mistaking him? Though his clothing allowed her to somewhat see his physique and only a guy like this could be this insane. He almost looked like a wet puppy with his curly hair, which still had not fully dried. "Do you want it? I just need your number then," she smiled while waving her phone back and forth, testing her luck as so often, when she spotted someone interesting.

@badheart

The ocean was refreshing; everything he needed right now. There was nothing more enjoyable than swimming against stronger streams, braving against nature instead of artificial structures. He felt vivified by this morning session, his muscles in good shape, and the alcohol in his system almost entirely gone. His mind was clear, along with his objectives. He went back to the beach and grabbed his towel, barely drying his brown hair, even more curled thanks to the salt of the ocean. He looked at his phone; he needed to scoop around town, discovering a bit more the city.

While he walked with his belongings right under his arm, he climbed up the wooden stairs to head back to his car, before he heard someone talking. Kaizen eyed the woman with no expression, even if he was slightly surprised; it was rare that people would speak English to him. “My death?” He raised an eyebrow and stepped closer, as he wondered if it was even true. Surely, he wasn’t the first swimmer those people had ever seen in their lives? Perhaps with that weather, it was not recommended, but he was definitely not made of sugar.

“Oh.” He smirked, because now he started to see her attempt had her. He didn’t know if the video was real, but she was bold enough to openly ask for his number. He stopped and dropped his arm onto the rail, peering down at her for a moment. At first he thought she was ridiculously small; he hadn’t seen the wheelchair until now; but he wouldn’t make a comment about it. “Want to learn?” He asked and eventually pointed at her phone. “Show me and…” He shrugged and wrapped his towel around his neck. “We’ll see.”

#; badheart #⌇the guns whisperer ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 | IC )#⌇a ballet of bullets ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 | main verse )#; quite bold but terrible as it is it's working lmao

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distopea · 11 months

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@investigaticns / starter for Konrad 🖤

The rumble of his engine stopped the minute he parked next to several other bikes in front of the Amazon Club. A quick glance at the various models, and Kaizen already knew there was someone he had noticed for a few months, probably queuing inside. Tonight, the club was hosting a very special ceremony, hidden from the dancing and partying crowd downstairs, and far from curious eyes. In an office upstairs, a few unlucky people were paying their weekly or monthly debt to the Cleaners, and Gambit was there to count every penny.

It was nothing too important for the Cleaners, almost a random supervision they had to come up with, more for the façade than anything else. Having people in debt was a rather normal and expected thing for the mafia, and the Amazon Club needed its cover to hide the main part of the business and the Nebula. Plus, the money was directly injected into the functioning of the Amazon. For that, shady men, lost dudes and other little yobbos would be there to give a few hundred bucks, barely nothing, but still enough to maintain appearances and keep a solid grip on their most chaotic territory. The Red District was, after all, a place with violence and barely no rights.

“Beer.” Kaizen announced while he made his way up to the bar. The bartender quickly uncapped a bottle of fresh blond beer that he slid onto the counter for the commander, before he attended to the excited clients of the night. Kaizen wasn’t on duty, but he liked to hang around the club whenever he could, feeling at home in this buzzing living environment. Plus, he had remembered that tonight was a collect party, and he had expected to see a certain face among the regular payers of the organization. After he made sure that the club was running normally, at least in the dancing zone, he headed outside and decided to have a cigarette there.

After a few minutes, he heard the familiar clap of the metallic backdoor leading to the parking lot, a few heads, less joyful than the rest of the crowd, heading their way out of the club. Kaizen smirked, chestnut irises falling right onto the most imposing of those men. A certain blond head with a good display of muscles and tattoos. He leaned against the barrier, a gray cloud of smoke invading the atmosphere.

Tonight, he had decided that he wanted to make a move on that man.

#; investigaticns #⌇a ballet of bullets ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 | main verse )#⌇the guns whisperer ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 | ic )#⌇prepare for trouble and make it double ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 / 𝙆𝙤𝙣𝙧𝙖𝙙 )#; THROWING THIS INNOCENTLY #; Kaizen is stepping and grabbing him already gsdyf standing menacingly #; tell me if you need any change 👀#; also yes the freaking tag needed to be done gfsuygd

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distopea · 1 year

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Kaizen has appeared! What to do?

Admire

Punch

Brush off

Hug

“All dangerous, kitten.”

#⌇playing all the aces on the table ( 𝙈𝙚𝙢𝙚 )#⌇the guns whisperer ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 | ic )#; nothing is safe #; pick your adrenaline gfysudgf

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distopea · 2 years

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@tximidity ; starter with Requiem

The truck was parked in the alley behind the Amazon Club. The new deal should be a rather discreet one, even if the cops had been generously bribed to keep their mouths shut. A few weeks ago, a whorehouse further downtown had been forever shut down by the Cleaners. They had taken control over this new territory, dispatching new men in the area, while they had decided for the whores there to be merged with the workers at the Amazon. They were all arriving tonight, after enough rooms had been prepared. Ten of them in total, the rest were too ill or too addicted to drugs to be actually useful for the Cleaners.

With a long and loud scraped sound echoing against the dirty walls of the streets; the truck was opened, revealing the ten new recruits of the Amazon Club. They were required to step out and line up, so Kaizen could inspect them all and give them new jobs and tasks. The commander of the Cleaners patiently waited while his men were placing the new recruits in a straight line. He eventually threw the butt of his cigarette right under his boot while Blake, one his most loyal subordinate, brought him a file with the different information regarding the new escorts.

“Alright.” Kaizen was massive. Taller than everyone else, and a beast of muscles. He knew he was impressive, and he was using that power to be sure that these people would behave. He clearly didn’t want to have problems in the future. His chestnut irises were all staring at them intensely. “I’m Requiem. Your boss.” As usual, he wasn’t the kind of person to speak too much. He stepped forward, his eyes falling on the round face of a woman that seemed ready to faint on her feet. “You obey, we’re cool.” He paused, then looked at someone else. “You fuck up…” He simply mimicked a cut on his neck, quite explicit for everyone to know their fate. “No drugs. No pregnancies.”

He picked up the file with the different names and began to look at their photos, then their faces in real life. He stopped in front of the first one. “Mmmh… Bar tending.” He gave the photo to one of his men, and he immediately executed himself, dragging the woman out of the line and right inside the club. Kaizen stopped in front of another one. Once again, his eyes lingered on her face. “Clients.” He said, the same pattern happening again. He eventually stopped in front of that person who seemed so frightened before. Like a rabbit who was about to be eaten by the big bad wolf.

She looked particularly fragile with her big blue eyes. She was certainly very tall for a woman, but Kaizen didn’t have a hard time reading in her attitude that she was truly broken inside. He looked down at his file – there was just one name attached to the photos, Sully.

“Mmh…” She seemed not to be fitted to attend clients, and she would be eaten alive by the usual crowd of the Amazon Club if she was placed at the bar. He couldn’t see her value in the whorehouse business, unless she was good enough at being discreet and working her ass off for unrewarding jobs. A housekeeper, sort of. At least for now. “Cleaning and service.” He said before he eventually looked at one of his men. “My office first.” He added and handed the photo with the name tagged on it. Sully was about to be dragged inside the club, but directly to Kaizen’s office. He wanted to have a private word with her.

#; tximidity #⌇the guns whisperer ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 | ic )#⌇a ballet of bullets ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 | main verse )#⌇innocence wrapped around the sins of his fingers ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 / 𝙎𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙣 )#tw: sex working mention #; LMAO sorry Sully you start as the fragile woman here ygsygdf #; throwing this at you with all my devotion #; and welcome to the chaotic ride gysdgfgd mwehehehe #; sorry... I don't know how to write small things too fsydgf

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distopea · 10 months

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Kaizen & Sullivan - 9. To shut them up

@tximidity

Kiss meme 💋

Just like kids, whenever Sullivan was worried about something, he was quite talkative. He wasn’t very happy with the clients they would meet at night - the very one who had attempted something on his first day as an escort for the Cleaners - and his stress was palpable. On Kaizen’s side, everything was going smoothly. He knew that those men would behave, because they were afraid of the consequences, and losing their business with the Cleaners wasn’t an option if they wanted to survive. He was confident they wouldn’t commit any other mistake, otherwise their punishment would be matching their intransigent policy. But Sullivan, well… He wasn’t wired the same.

“God…” Kaizen sighed while the young man kept trembling, his body language terribly easy to read. He didn’t know how to dress, he didn’t know how to behave, he didn’t know what he should do, and of course, Kaizen was the receptacle of his anxiety. He patted his temple while he kept listening for a while, his chestnut eyes expressing nothing but a profound boredom. Damn, that kid would die from a heart attack if he kept putting himself in so much stress.

Kaizen stood back up, and eventually dropped his large hand right onto Sullivan’s shoulder. “Easy.” He said to encourage him to recollect himself, but he saw that the task was more complicated than expected. In that state of fear, he wouldn’t listen. Kaizen eventually caught his chin between his index and thumb, staring at Sullivan with a certain intensity. “Hey. You’re giving me a headache.” He uttered severely before he eventually squeezed Sullivan’s cheeks between his fingers and moved forward to smack his lips with his. At least, a flustered Sullivan was less talkative.

“Now, get dressed.” He smiled, and turned around to get back to his own business.

#; tximidity #⌇the guns whisperer ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 | ic )#⌇a ballet of bullets ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 | main verse )#⌇innocence wrapped around the sins of his fingers ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 / 𝙎𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙣 )#⌇playing all the aces on the table ( 𝙈𝙚𝙢𝙚 )#; lmao he really squished his cheeks like a stress ball here #; no more whining baby bunny

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distopea · 2 years

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He protects...

He attacks...

And he...

#⌇the guns whisperer ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 | ic )#⌇interest ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 )#tw: suggestive #; my sunday contribution mwehehehehe

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distopea · 1 year

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@tigermcth continuation from here

As usual for a Saturday night, the Amazon Club was crowded. The place was not reputable, but the music and the cheap booze was enough to drag and gather a fair amount of equally shady persons. There were no transactions planned tonight, only a few deals with the local gangsters to blow off some steam after the tension within the Red District had risen over the last weeks. Nothing too concerning for Kaizen, but still, there was still a missing whore in President’s Koo corner, and that minx wasn’t the most discreet nor tamable.

While he escorted the last two mafioso back to the entrance of the club, Kaizen thought that it was more than time to have a drink, and why not find some company for the evening. For a little while, he had craved having one particular meal, but for some reason and despite his presence around, he had never been able to reach that goal. He felt pent-up and frustrated, but surely, anyone with a pretty face and spreading legs could do the job if he couldn’t get the one he wanted.

Yet, as he scanned the dancing crowd to make sure that everything was good and running smoothly, his eyes immediately saw the moving figure of the very one target he had wanted for himself. Jeoh was in trance, dancing lasciviously with some dude who didn’t wish to keep his hands inside of his pockets, bouncing to the pace of the music. Kaizen picked his whiskey from the bartender when it was ready, while he observed that mating parade, wondering if Jeoh would give his ass to the first idiot rubbing his dick against his pants. He sighed, and eventually drank his whole glass in one go before he decided that tonight, he certainly didn’t have the patience.

It was easy to throw that horny bug off Jeoh’s back, one glance from Kaizen enough to send the darkest message. Yes, for a whore he wanted to fuck he could kill, and he was cold enough to do it in the middle of the dancefloor. Scattering away like a rat, Kaizen didn’t fear to show his back to the rest of the world while he faced that little shitty head and his everlasting smirk; and damn, he had to say that he liked it.

“Tsk. Wanna be punished? I can be rough. You want it?” He asked while he shoved him a little bit further away, flushing his own body closer from the escort. “Was a genuine question.” He said, as he had indeed asked regarding Jeoh’s preferences. Not that Kaizen would indulge everything, but perhaps, just so that the cat would stop hissing, he might accept one or two things. “Here?” He cocked his head aside, his other hand cupping Jeoh’s waist. He could tell that the boy was fairly intoxicated with booze. He was already attacking his zipper, but Kaizen, on his side, didn’t want to go only for a quickie. “I’m in no rush.”

His smile widened a little bit, before he decided that it wouldn’t happen right here. With an easy gesture, he rolled his fingers around Jeoh’s shirt, dragging him upstairs.

#; tigermcth #⌇the guns whisperer ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 | ic )#⌇a ballet of bullets ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 | main verse )#⌇like a moth to a flame ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 / 𝙅𝙚𝙤𝙝 )#cw: suggestive #; Kaizen saying he's in no rush is the most hypocrite line I have ever written gsydg LMAO #; also I hope you don't mind I put it in a fresh new post 'cause I only crop with the new beta editor now #; let the chaos begins I guess

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distopea · 2 years

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Kaizen is the invitation for a Stockholm Syndrome plot... He’s Swedish after all.

#⌇the guns whisperer ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 | ic )#⌇another human illness ( 𝘾𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠 )#; ... yeah... that was such a bad joke I know fsdgf y

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distopea · 1 year

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BRUSHES OFF HARDER 🤬

@tigermcth

As usual, like a predator, his motions were swift and precise whenever he wanted and there was no alarm, no threat, only action at this point. The grip upon Jeoh's collar was strong enough to shove the other one like rag doll. Once, twice... How many times did he need to be tamed? It was a fun game, only because it seemed that he could never learn. He wanted to provoke his fate, even when it would put him in high danger.

"Tut, tut, tut." Kaizen clicked his tongue, pinning the young prostitute right onto the surface of his desk and daring him to move. He wouldn't be as nice as his pimp of a policeman if Jeoh tried to swing a knife. "Ungrateful bitch." Kaizen almost purred, even if his words were threatening.

He bent down, their faces only a few inches away from each other. "You won't like." He whispered, used his other free fingers to pin Jeoh's hand to the desk, all of his weight almost pressed against him. He was massive. "If I go for your throat."

#; tigermcth #⌇the guns whisperer ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 | ic )#⌇like a moth to a flame ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 / 𝙅𝙚𝙤𝙝 )#; I'm TOTALLY aware that it won't stop Jeoh from being a prick BUT #; listen if Kaizen can snatch a bit of violence and physical contact here 😏

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distopea · 1 year

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❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜ //one more for Kaizen if you feel like : )

@nezumivc103221

&. 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

There was a huff leaving his throat while he pulled on the body bag and eventually threw it in the grave they had dug a few minutes before. Teeth had been removed from the woman’s corpse, along with the tip of her fingers, so she wouldn’t get identified. She was truly a nobody in the world, just another unlucky whore who had died from the hand of a client. Business wise, that man was more important than her, and despite being a scumbag and a piece of shit, he had demanded that she wouldn’t be found, otherwise he might have troubles. After all, being the head of the oncology department of the local hospital, and the husband of a big business heir wasn’t working in his favor, so for leverage and blackmail purposes, the Cleaners had accepted to deal with it.

Kaizen wiped his gloved hands between them, straightening himself back up before he stared at Nezumi. If he was here, it was only because they had been interrupted before getting to some funnier business. Pants down, he had received a call from Astra directly, requiring his first leader and hitman to get rid of the problem, but still making sure to collect intel and proofs to make that man sing like a bird in a few weeks. He knew it was important when Astra was the one giving the order himself, more important than his horniness, but Nezumi was like a stray who didn’t like to be left behind.

“Tsk. Fuck off.” He clicked his tongue to the taunt, and beckoned to the bottle the man was holding. “Give that.” He growled and retrieved the plastic jar of ethanol, before he poured it all over the body bag. Nezumi was probably not very entertained by all of this, as he had certain preferences when it came to dishonor and profane bodies but Kaizen couldn’t give any less shit while he cracked the match and threw it into the dirty pit. “I can do that to you.”

The sentence came more as a neutral one rather than a real aggression. He took one picture he sent to Astra’s secured number, before he eventually closed the distance between him and Nezumi. “Thought you like it dirty.” He finally taunted back, before he stole a kiss full of dark promises, gripping his butt before he let go. “Come on. Move your ass.” He invited and moved back to the car.

Even if he was back in the mood, he wasn’t stupid enough to stay too long next to a human barbecue that could lead nosy cops to the Cleaners. He waited for Nezumi to join him before the engine of the car echoed against the trees of this secluded area.

#; nezumivc103221 #⌇the guns whisperer ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 | ic )#⌇a ballet of bullets ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 | main verse )#⌇folie à deux ( 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙢 / 𝙉𝙚𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙞 )#cw: body profanation #cw: prostitution mention #; he HAS to work Nezumi gfsdg #; I love how their illegal activities are just so casual between them #; he bets that Nezumi wants attention

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distopea · 1 year

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Mrs. Crumplebottom vs Kaizen

Who would win?