#what would you wanna see
BTHB (@badthingshappenbingo ) Fill: Blindfold | requested by: @jo-castle
[content warnings: drugging, referenced drug abuse, manhandling, and mild suggestive bargaining in a dubcon situation]
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edit, because I forgot to thank the people who suggested I use Cass for this fill!thanks to @ashintheairlikesnow,@givemethatwhump,@comfy-whumpee , and@gonna-feel-that-tomorrow for the extra inspo )-
“I’m not putting that thing on”
Tucker smiles like he’d expected Cass to say as much, then holds the blindfold out even further, expecting him to put it on all the same.
“Let’s not do this today, hmm? They’ll be here in ten minutes”
“And you think BDSM chic is a look they’ll be into when they arrive?”
“They requested client confidentiality”
“Client confi… I’m the one doing the fucking job”
“No you’re not. I’m doing the job,” Tucker says, impassive “I’m the one they hired, and I’m the one they’ll pay. You’re just the tool I choose to implement to get the job done”
Cass seethes, silent and still against the wall. His eyes trace the cornices of the ceiling until he finds a crack in the plaster, stretching like a lightening bolt to the horrendous brown light cover.
They were in some crappy motel in the middle of nowhere. Not exactly a pay by the hour joint but definitely a nobody will ask you what’s in the suspicious duffel bag sort of place. The sort of place you can give any old name and the clerk won’t bother checking for ID as long as you pay in advance. The sort of place Cass probably would’ve stayed if he didn’t have the Facility to bed down in.
Perfect for fucking client confidentiality.
