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hotchscvm · 3 years

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prologue [dirty secrets]

Summary: At 17, you witnessed your father murdered by vampires. Two men save you, taking you in. But the hard part is, you were thinking about them a little too much.

Series warnings: underage reader, consensual underage sex, explicit sexual content, underage drinking, language, violence, gore, angst, major character death, major age difference, size kink, unprotected sex

Word count: 2.4k

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Taking a sip of the cooler, you relaxed in the lounge chair, feeling the sun beat down on your skin, relishing in the summer heat. Ariana Grande sang in your ear, the upbeat music hyping you up as you laid beside the pool, watching you skin sizzle underneath the bright sun. The pool sparkled in front of you, the waves of light bouncing off the water. If anything, it was heaven.

A much needed rest, a summer break was exactly what you had awaited for a week ago after a few days of stressing about finals had been worth it. Sitting on the pool deck, you let the hot, humid air consume you, enjoying the unauthorized alcohol you held. You knew your dad was around the house somewhere, probably in his office working like a madman, but you gave up trying to get him to relax after he incoherently mumbled something about a meeting with a Zuckerberg. You hadn't want to get anywhere near that alien.

A few messages from a group chat had showed up on your lock screen before you had enough of the interruptions, and put your phone on silent, listening to the music as you read the book splayed across your lap.

The adorable Doberman laying beside your legs perked up as you turned the page of Anna Karenina, the dog turning his head, looking at the glass door behind you, barking at the commotion in the spacious living room. Draco got up, waiting for you to follow him.

You heaved a sigh, taking off the AirPods you had implanted in your ear, and ear-marked the page on your book. As you got up you looked through the glass wall, spotting two suited men entering the gigantic entrance, talking to your dad. Draco scratched at the glass door, and you walked over to it, opening the door for the dog.

The three of them looked up, watching Draco run up to the men in excitement, wiggling his tail as he jumped on the taller man, whimpering to be pet. Before anyone could react, you cursed, running after Draco with only your hot pink bikini on. "Shit! Sorry, he gets really excited."

Your father threw you a look, and you rolled your eyes at her, not caring about the swearing while the shaggy-haired man lets out a chuckle, petting the Doberman's head. "It's okay. Hi, buddy."

"Agent." his green-eyed partnered interrupted, letting out a cough as if to break his partner from the puppy trance. Green Eyes' eyes shifted to you for half a second, quickly noticing you were practically naked. He had an edge to him, a frat-boy sort of vibe as he looked around the spacious living room, his light brown hair pushed back into a clean hairstyle.

"Pumpkin, this is Agent Stark," he gestured to Green Eyes, then at the tall man who was still petting Draco before reaching into his pocket to reveal a badge, Gibbons following his actions. "and Agent Banner."

Dread ran through your veins, and you tensed up at the mention of the FBI. For no particular reason, you went through all the slightly illegal things you had ever done in the past seventeen years, quickly trying to come up with reasonable excuses for why you did them; including drinking the cooler you had previously held. But then realization washed through you, the FBI wouldn't send their agents for the small things, right?

With an arched eyebrow, you slowly took back your dog, a small smile resting on Banner's lips. "Like the Avengers?"

Genuine surprise flashed across Stark's face, an impressed look twinkling in his eyes as he took you in. A smack on his partner's arm, he smiled, his husky voice piercing the room. "Exactly like the Avengers."

Banner rolled his eyes, putting his golden badge back in his suit. Something about him pulled you in, maybe it was the amount of grief in his eyes that you related to or the way he carried himself. If only you were one year older. "Mr. Pierce, we'd like to ask you a couple of questions about your business associate, Andrew Daniels."

Your dad nodded, motioning for the agents to sit on the couch, doing so himself. Turning to you, he murmured, "Sweetheart, why don't you get dressed and take Draco on a walk?"

"Actually, we'd like to Ms. Pierce, too." Stark interjected, his green eyes meeting yours. To say you wanted both of them was the understatement of the year, trying to hold yourself back from flirting with a Federal agent. "If you don't mind."

"Of course not. Lemme just put something on and I'll be right back." you replied, walking back outside to put on the dress you had abandoned on the chair next to yours. You heard the low voices as you returned back, sitting on the leather recliner, across from the two agents, Draco sitting beside your feet.

"...and when was the last time you heard from Mr. Daniels?" Agent Banner asked, glancing at you as you sat down, giving you a quick smile.

"Several years ago. Unfortunately, we didn't end on the best of terms. We started the company but he left due to his wife's death, and gave me free reins. After a few years, I got a break and I think he resented me for having the life he lost." said your father, slowly shaking his head, glancing at you. "His son had died in a car accident shortly after his wife's passing; it was too much for Andy, and he snapped. He came into my office one day, started accusing me for stealing the life he planned, threatened to take my daughter. I had no choice but to call security and press charges."

The two agents shared a look, an understanding falling over them. Stark cleared his throat, his Adam Apple bobbing. "Other than that accident, has he done anything violent or threatening to you or your family?"

"Not that I know of. After that incident, I made sure there was always someone by my daughter's side, but she proved well enough she could take care of herself." the businessman gleamed with pride at you, the only family he had left. You gave him a small grin, rolling your eyes at the sentiment. "That was the last time we ever spoke. You're free to look around here or my building if you want."

Agent Banner nodded, clasping his hands together. "Would you mind showing my partner your office while I talk to Ms. Pierce?"

"Not at all." your father stood up, Stark mirroring his actions. Side-stepping the glass table, your dad motioned for the green-eyed man to follow him. "Right this way, Agent."

As they climbed up the glass stairs, you turned your attention back to the chestnut-haired agent, wishing you could make a deal with the devil to have him lock his lips with yours. Draco prowled over to him, unexpectedly jumping on his lap, the Doberman's head itching to be petted. You both laughed at his enthusiasm.

"I think that's my fault. I've been so busy lately I forgot to show my baby some love." you claimed, staring at the touch-starved dog as he was petted by the nice—and sexy—agent.

"Don't blame yourself too much. He's still a puppy and they're always so energetic." Banner replied, his lips pulling at the corner, as if he was one joke away from laughing. The sunlight reflected off the concrete from the pool deck hit his face at just the right angle to see the pool of brown swimming in his hazel eyes. "Um, what do you remember about Andrew Daniels?"

"Not much." you shrugged, trying to remember as much as you could about the man. You held up the angel wings that hung around your neck, showing him the diamond necklace. "He got me this when I was, like, three. I think that was the last time I saw him. My memory is a little blurry but he was nice. My dad told me that his wife died giving birth and his daughter died with her."

His brows furrowed, his lips turning down into a frown. The agent tilted his head. "How old are you, Ms. Pierce?"

"Seventeen," you answered, grabbing the glass of water your father had laid out on the table. Agent Banner watched your chug it down. "Can I ask what happened? Did he go missing or something?"

"We're not sure what exactly happened, but we think Mr. Daniels could be a suspect in a crime we're investigating. From what we've gathered, neither you or you father are in any danger. Yet. He seems to be straying from the city." Agent Banner informed. He continued to pet the Doberman, amused by the dog's panting. "You won't have to worry, your father's security was hard enough to pass that you'll be protected if he does come. If you don't feel safe, or you remember some more information, give me a call."

He reached in his suit pocket, placing the blank piece of paper on the table as he grabbed the pen beside the vase of Rosas. He scribbled a ten digits on the paper before handing it to you. Your nails slightly grazed his knuckles as you reached for it, clenching it in your fist prior to stuffing it in your phone case. "Thanks."

"Are you okay, Ms. Pierce?"

"Not really. You'd think by now I'd be used to this kind of stuff but—" you began, cutting yourself off before you could reveal the traumas you went through. But the hazel-eyed agent caught on, an eyebrow rising in interest. You wave it away, telling him your name. "You don't have to call me Ms. Pierce."

"Alright." he nodded, his lips curving as he said your name. You bit back a giggle, loving the way your name sounded on his lips. You could only imagine how his partner would sound.

Your father and Agent Stark returned, making the agent in front of you get up. Draco returned to you, a whine leaving his snout at the absence of the friendly FBI agent. Focusing your attention on the dog, you barely heard them wrap up their little interrogation, petting Draco long enough to almost miss Agent Banner giving your dad a business card.

"If he reaches out, or if you need any kind of help, call us." Agent Stark muttered, seemingly unsatisfied by what he had uncovered. Both agents gave you a nod as they were led to the door by your father.

Confused by the questions and, overall, the situation, you stood, waiting until the FBI agents had backed out of the gigantic, gated driveway in their black Impala before following your father to the kitchen. When neither of you said anything, the silence grew deafening enough for you to speak up.

"Dad, you okay? You look very tense, and a little constipated." you murmured, more worried about your father's health than what the Feds had brought up. He nodded, waving away the question while he got himself a beer from the fridge. You sighed. "It'll be okay. You have a shit ton of security here."

"That's not what I'm worried about, pumpkin." he mumbled, ruffling your hair as he passed by. You followed him through the living room, once again waiting for him to explain. He watched Draco snuggle against your leg, the knee length dress hovering over the dog's head. "I've— I need to make a few calls and then head to the office. You stay in the house until this situation gets cleared up, you understand? Don't you dare leave this property until Andrew Daniels is in cuffs."

You blanched, surprised by the sudden strictness. Over the years, you had free reign on your whereabouts and even your activities, and you father had never commented about it unless it had been really unsafe. But you couldn't see the immediate danger of the current situation and this Andrew guy didn't seem to be a serial killer by the nonexistent murders on the news. "You're fucking with me."

"No, and I mean it. You're not going to that bonfire tonight, or shopping tomorrow. Cancel your plans for the rest of the week 'cause you're staying inside, you understand?" he instructed, taking his phone out of his pocket.

Reaching out, you grabbed his phone, drawing his attention back to you. Your complaint came out sounding a lot more of a whine than you had wished. "No, I'm not. You're overreacting, and I'm going to that bonfire."

"The hell you are." said your father, crossing his arms, a stern look etched on his face. You challenged him, raising a brow. "You're staying in, watch some movies, invite anyone you want but you're not leaving this house. Not tonight."

"No."

"I'm not asking."

"Good thing I'm not listening." you snapped back, giving him back his phone, shoving it into his hands as you walked past him, practically storming away. "I'm going to that party, and you can't stop me. But have fun trying, daddy."

The CEO crumbled, unable to grow a pair of balls to stand up to his stubborn daughter. After all, you were his soft spot that he sometimes considered a weakness. He sighed, groaning in defeat. "Fine. Fine. Give me your phone."

Reluctantly, you handed your phone over, your curiosity growing as he took out the business card from the Feds. He looked back and forth between the screen and the paper, his finger tapping away at the screen. After a minute, he gave the phone back, the new contact information staring at you. You arched an eyebrow, seeing the agents' names on the screen.

"Really?" you questioned, reading the number.

He nodded. "You already have Edgar's number, but in the off chance he doesn't come, call them. And stay away from Matt Burke's kid."

"Jesus." you sighed, unable to sass back as he answered an incoming phone call. The phone in your hand vibrated, a text notification popping up. You swiped the banner up, too annoyed to text back when you saw the number. Taking out the paper you stuffed in your phone case, you opened it, comparing the numbers written on the paper and the ones typed on the contact information of business card Agent Banner had given your father.

It was different. You ignored the possible theories as you threw the piece of paper on the glass table. It had to been a simple mistake, after all, they did have the same area code.

With Draco by your side, you went back outside, taking off the dress to continue sizzling your skin. In the midst of the loud music playing in your ears and reading the spicy novel that you had forgotten your curiosity on what Andrew Daniels could possibly have done.

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 5 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 22)

"Manic"

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Luna's drunk. She slides into a black fishnet slip-on. It grips her ass. She lights a joint as she hops onto Colson's dresser. Swinging her bare feet, getting high as she waits for him. It isn't long before he pops into his room, pleased by the sight of Luna. He's never seen her drunk before. Or at least not without him.

She giggles, sliding off the dresser. He sits on the edge of the bed, watching her prance towards him. She stops just in front of him. Turning sharply to the left, so he can gaze at her fat ass. With one full swoop Colson grabs Luna by the hips. Bending her over his knee. She's light in his grip

❗SLAP❗

He slams his full palm down on her ass. Luna yelps in pleasure. Colson's one huge hand is big enough to discipline both cheeks, when he places it directly in the middle. Luna's pussy flushes as she can't help but moan loudly. "AHHH.." Colson laughs. "My dirty girl likes to be spanked, hunh?" He taunts her.

"I do." She drawls out slowly, perking her ass back into the air.

❗SLAP❗

Luna let's out another yelp. Colson rubs her thinly covered ass, pleased with his work. "Come'er." He says, lifting her off of his lap onto the bed. She wiggles up the bed. Pushing the balls of her feet on his shoulders. Her toes make him even harder. "You're gonna get FUCKED!!" He declares to her giggles as he grabs her, pulling her down on the bed, close to him. As they exchange passionate kisses, he strips them both of all clothing.

Colon pushes into her in fully. Making her cry out "Bunnny...!!" Sucking hard on her pierced nipples, he grips her hips. She grinds into him hard, finding her place, while moving her feet against his naked body. Both moaning in pleasure. She arches her back as he pushes into her deeper. Sucking on her neck, pulling her hair. Wrapping her legs around him, she unsteadily bucks against him hard. He knows she's drunk. Teasing her, he holds her steady as he slides allllmost out of her, but not completely, making her twitch on his tip. Feeling her shake, Colson pushes deep into Luna. She grips his skin, ripping it open with her moans. He slams hard into her as he feels her tighten. She's bucking against him hard to both of their delight. "Buuunnnnyyy?" she asks his permission as she pants hard.

"Do it, Kitten." He demands. Pulling her hair back as they both cum. Hard.

He can feel Luna's body shaking under him. He pushes in again, making her cry out to his delight. He kisses her hard before sliding out. He watches her drunken ass wiggle, then snuggle into the bed. He climbs in next to her with a bottle of water and an 800. "Here." He nudges her limp body. She looks up blinking, trying to focus as she takes the water and pill.

"Thank you." She says softly before guzzling the bottle of water. She looks him in the eyes "Sleep, please?" She asks.

"Yup." He reassures her as he grips her tiny body inside his.

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"IT'S NOT RIGHT!!" She flies up. Manic. Catching Colson completely off gaurd. It's early in the morning. "It's NOT right." She declares again.

"What, Kitten?" He asks groggy and confused.

"Bad Things." She says shaking her head, slipping her naked body out of the bed. Lighting a joint.

"Bad Things?" He asks opening his eyes, still confused.

"The song." She had been pacing the room but stops suddenly to look directly at Colson. "Do you trust me?" She asks. Pulling fiercely on the joint.

"Of course." He replies without a thought.

"The song we wrote is wrong. It NEEDS to be live." She grabs a notebook out of her bag. "Do your guys know how to read music?" She's writing frantically. Joint resting in her mouth as she pulls and exhales out of her nose.

"GOD DAMN. She's sexy as FUCK when she's crazy." Colson can't help but think.

"Rook, Baze and AJ do..." He answers, sitting up, trying to catch up with her. He's never seen her move like this in the morning. EVER.

"Can you?" She continues, hands flying across the page. Still smoking the joint with only her mouth.

"Noooo...."

"I'll teach you." She asserts. Her hands still flying across the paper. She finally sets back, looking at the paper, satisfied. "C'mon" she says standing up. Nodding her head, finally handing the joint to Colson. "We have work to do." She tosses over her naked shoulder, heading into the bathroom and turning on the water.

Colson lays back down, hitting the joint long and hard "She's fucking right." He thinks "I knew it last night." As he climbs out of bed to join her in the shower, he's starting to hate how she's always right. Smiling to himself, he hits the joint again.

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Luna's manic as FUUCKK. Colson is starting to see why she doesn't do uppers. It's not even 10A and she already has Butch Vig, BUTCH FUCKING VIG, in his house!! After, fucking him like a maniac in the shower.

Luna's running over the chords with Rook, Baze, Colson and AJ. Slim is talking to Butch, going over what she already discussed with them. This is new for Slim but right up Butch's alley.

She looks over to Colson. "Watch me." she says. They're sitting, each with one of his Fenders in their laps. "You're gonna run a solo, before my chorus out." She tells him, running through it. Eyes meeting his. It's easy for him to pick up, it's his original beat, only strung out on a guitar. He loves it. They run through it again, Colson throwing in his own twist to her enthusiastic satisfaction.

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In the booth, behind the piano, she looks at the guys. "We're gonna run through once for a feel, then cut it live." They all nod in agreeance.

She begins playing the piano.

As she ends the lyric 🎶I'm all in, there is no maybe🎶 Rook slams into the drums with a rat-a-tat-tat before hitting the kick drum hard. AJ's riff slides in violently, Colson's right with him, as Baze drops in with his bass. Before Colson jumps on the beat, they all stop on instinct. Luna beams. Everyone looks around feeling the immediate electricity. "I think we can run it." She says, wide smile with a knowing look. Feeling confident, they all agree. She looks at Butch, swirling her black painted index finger into a circle. He nods.

She waits for his cue before she starts playing the opening chords on the piano. She hits the notes deep and passionately. Rook comes, slamming into the drums, as Colson's rides the beat of AJ's guitar smoothly while playing along side him. Baze's rhythm weaving them all together. The electricity in the booth is uncontrollable. Everyone feels the hype letting their own instrument drop out, then showcase itself again. Luna and Colson still teasing and singing to each other, like the day before. Only looser and louder, freestyling along the way. After her hook, Rook hits hard.

🎶I want you forever, even when we're not together. Tattooed you on my body so I can take you wherever, Like, I want you forever, Even when we're not together, tattooed you on my body so I can look at you whenever, yeah🎶

Colson and Luna sing together, across her piano and his guitar. Bodies throbbing for each other before Colson kicks flawlessly into his guitar solo, soaking Luna. The band is playing with everything they have each instrument blending with the other, BOOMING, before slowly fading out. She leads them with the chorus, showcasing her vocals.

🎶All things you say, all the things you do, make me fall more in love with you. Oh, Bunny, I don't wanna escape it. I'm all in. There is no maybe🎶 She finishes to Colson letting her piano and voice play them out with her devilish smile, lips throbbing for him.

"FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKK!!!!!! I HATE YOU!! THAT WAS SO MUCH BETTER!!" Colson laughs, pulling off his headphones and swinging his guitar behind his back to scoop her up from behind the piano. He kisses her deeply. Rook slams a beat into his drums.

Butch comes over their headphones "We got it, guys." Nodding his head with Slim through the glass. Confirming what they all know. Luna is beaming with relief.

"FUUUUUUCKKKKK!!!!" She excitedly screams back, gripping Colson tightly.

"So much better, Kitten." He whispers into her ear.

She squeezes him tighter with her whole body. Then shouts out "This deserves a FUCKING celebration!!!!" as Colson carries her out of the booth into the studio.

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"THAT is how you record a fucking record." Butch nods to himself "She can turn ANYONE into a fucking RockStar." He thinks, watching Luna, not knowing Colson's personal talents. He knows her grandmother very well and has worked with Luna before. Always thinking the same thing after watching her create. "THAT is a true fucking artist." He smiles, watching her freak out in the booth.

"THAT WAS FUCKING FIRE!!" Slim thinks, looking over at an impressed Butch.

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Inside the studio, the playback is insane. You can FEEL the intensity coming from the record. Jumping on the couch with a bottle of Jameson in her hand, Luna exclaims "YOU GUYS!!! THAT, WAS FUCKING AMAZING!!!!!"

It's only 1 o'clock in the afternoon.......

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To be continued.....

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