Psychopaths can't love, that's for sure. But what could be so wrong about liking one anyway?
This is the rather long (Like, I'm warning you, it's over 400 pages in type 11 writing...So be prepared)fanfiction with a lot of edge, angst and smut. Lot'...
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"Ya know what, that's not even a bad idea Y/N. Maybe that restores some well needed fear into you if I make ya cry." Jamie mutters with a undermined vindictiveness that makes your skin crawl. Damn it all, he was just a stubborn nutcase. Swallowing your remaining pride, you decide you might as well let him have his fun, if that truly what he needed to trust you just that little bit more. In your head, you justified it with the fact that you would send him to jail very soon; making this something like your last favour before you would betray him so wickedly. It ached imagining the shock, the disbelieve in his eyes when they would inevitably pick him up.
Fuck, you were certain he would never forgive you that, that sort of backstabbing would not be accepted by him for sure. You didn't want him to hate you, it was so far from what you desired. But in order to save yourself, it was a necessary step he had brought upon himself. "F-Fine then, do it then if you dare. And you know why? Because I want you to trust me, because I want you to finally get into your knuckle head that someone cares about you. And if that is the only way you will ever learn it, well hell, go ahead, give me your worst." You huffed, awaiting your judgment with head lifted high proudly even if you felt like fainting from fear induced panic alone.
Rat chuckles slyly, hands wandering to your restrained wrists, loosening the rope with swift fingers. "Alright then love, that's a welcome shift a gears; I don't need ya t' hate me for touching ya. It's a lot easier for me when ya don't struggle the whole time." He hums as your hands frightfully latch onto his shoulders for support, suddenly regretting your balsy words. And there was that feeling again, the trepidation of letting him too close. You were scared of the inevitable pain this would be, this was going to be pleasurable for one person in this interaction; and that person was not the one being pinned against the metallic wall.
The instant you sense him grinding up against you with the usual, initial slow motions, kissing and chewing along your neck; you whimper ardently as you entire physic grew rigid. "P-Please be gentle though, you know I have no idea what i'm in for." You groan under the heated touches, only inducing a pleased laugh from the tall grown Junker.
"Nah Kitty, I don't do gentle anymore. Ya will jus' have t' endure it, relax; I promise once ya get used t' me it's going t' be worth the tears." Rat purrs into your ear, his meak fingers already busy undoing the leather belt around your waist with impatient motions. You chew down on your lip, what eager brat he was, only now recalling all the trash he had done to you last year. All those memories of the first days you spent at the HQ, those were a exciting set of events.
And now, this was what you were getting into. Something you had promised yourself never to do, not with Rat, never. "A-Alright then, b-but if I say stop, you stop." You growl with a inimical undertone, getting only a amused chuckle in return as your loose pants are tugged to the dusty ground with virtually no resistance. "Not a chance hun, and if ya scream and beg; I will just go harder. Ya know how much I love t' hear ya voice when ya are in pain, that sweet voice when ya give up for me." He buzzes with a bittersweet voice, making you flinch against him tighter.
