#i swear cops don’t just mind their business

[dejwrld]

picture this, you’re a boy from guatemala standing outside a motel talking to your family on the phone until two cops approach you saying that you look suspicious. due to you barely knowing english, you most likely are confused as ever trying to figure out not only what they’re saying but what even is going on. the situation escalated even more to the point where these officers are now falsely detaining you which led to one officer having a heart attack and dying. now picture this, you’re now being charged with manslaughter for death of said officer.

that’s what happened to virgilio aguilar mendez.

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#to make matters worse he doesn’t speak Spanish #he speaks mam which is indigenous language spoken by some people in Guatemala #and i have also heard that it’s been hard for them to find an interpreter that speaks that #so they are trying to teach him english #bro this country is cooked ! #i swear cops don’t just mind their business #how is a person standing outside a motel on the phone with his fucking family #suspicious ?????

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Hold Me Down (Is This A New Start?) - Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: After a long, hard day of work you just want to go home and go to bed. But, when you get a persistent knock on your door from Rafe fucking Cameron. you know you’re gonna have a long night ahead. Letting him in, after two months of not seeing him, you fully anticipated a screaming match. But, you got something much different than you bargained for—much better too.

CW/TWs: brief angst, brief mentions of Rafe being on house arrest lol, feminine pronouns used, gorgeous/sweet girl/baby/darlin' as nicknames, toxic behavior, canon-adjacent Rafe, mean-ish Rafe, smut, piv sex, oral sex (male receiving), impact play, (not really) lowkey daddy kink, brat reader, dumbification, degradation kink, praise kink, overstimulation, breath play, unprotected sex (be safe I am nawt your mom gn), allusions to a pain kink for sure, mushy gushy sweet ending, not highly edited or reviewed

Words: 8.1k+

Note: 18+ MDNI, really just fucking don’t. I wrote this one in first person because writing in second person irritates my very soul. Uhhhh so this kinda came out of left field and I did nawt plan on writing this but here we are! But such is life! Anyways…back to regularly scheduled programming.

It had been a long day - too long. There was something exceedingly exhausting about living paycheck to paycheck that the average person didn’t understand. There was nothing quite as specific as the exhaustion that you encountered by overworking yourself day after day, week after week, month after month, all for nothing. Because that’s what this all amounted to. Nothing. Nothing extra at the end of the week to take home, nothing to do anything nice with. Just nothing. And nothing sucked the joy out of your day like knowing you’d have to get up the next day and do it all over again.

When I’d finally gotten home from a shift that didn’t end until almost the crack of fucking dawn - a good twelve hours after I was supposed to have gotten off shift - there was not a thing I wanted more than to sleep. Still, even as I sat on my fucking couch, my woes could not end. There was a loud, demanding knock on the door.

The first time I ignored it.

The second time I ignored it.

The third time, an annoyed voice accompanied the knock.

“Baby, open the fucking door,” came the snarl from the other side. I groaned and ran my hands down my face. I really didn’t want to deal with Rafe today. Not like that had ever deterred him before. “Baby, come on. Listen. Please. The cops are fucking trolling around outside. Baby, please open the door.”

I groaned and pulled myself to my feet, opening the apartment door. Standing there, looking at pitiful as ever was Rafe fucking Cameron. The bane of my existence. My more-or-less on-again-off-again boyfriend—though I’d sooner bash my head against the door than admit that. I glared at the ass who had done nothing but make my life harder since he’d entered it. Then, I stepped to the side and let him in. He stepped in and closed the door quickly, locking it behind him. He turned to me and pressed an absent-minded kiss to my forehead before going to sit down on the couch.

“You look like shit, darlin’,” he said. When he even had the decency to look up and notice I was there.

“Thanks,” I said dryly. I looked down at his leg. His ankle monitor looked fucked. “What the fuck did you do this time?”

“Just a little mod,” he said casually. “I needed to get out for a minute.”

“Why did you come here?” I demanded. “Did you stash more fucking coke in my house I swear to fucking God I will kill you. I am not catching a fucking charge for you, asshole.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why would I leave my coke with you knowing that you’d throw it out, baby? That’s just bad business. Besides, darlin’ the cops aren’t outside for me some loser is probably getting caught selling a few doors down again. And hey? It’s a crime to want to see you now, darlin’?” he asked, winking.

“No. But it is a crime to skip out on house arrest, Rafe,” I said blandly. “And I know damn well that you’re not here because you want to see me. I’m just convenient to you like fucking always.”

He rolled his eyes as if I were being the dramatic one. “What’s wrong now, gorgeous?” he drawled. “Always seems like there’s something these days, hmm?”

I clenched my jaw. “Fuck you, Rafe. Get the hell out,” I snapped.

Rafe frowned. Stood again and walked over to me. He placed his hands on my hips, refusing to leave. I, in turn, refused to look at him. “Look at me, darlin’,” he demanded. Reluctantly I did. “What’s wrong?” I didn’t answer. He brushed my hair back from my face and just kept looking at me. “Come on, sweet girl. Tell me…what’s wrong.” He smiled to himself when I still didn’t answer. “You know better than anyone I’m not going to leave until you tell me, baby…so come on…what’s wrong with my sweet girl?”

“Fuck you,” I repeated weakly, pulling out of his arms. I plopped down on my couch, curling into myself and closing my eyes. “Just fucking leave when you see the cops are gone. I can’t be bothered today.” The asshole had the audacity to laugh at my words. “Shut the fuck up, Rafe.”

Dramatically, Rafe sighed and knelt down on the ground in front of me. I felt him grab my knees and pull me to face him. I had no choice but to unfurl, otherwise, I would’ve fallen into him, which I had no interest in doing. So, I leaned back into the couch, trying to ignore the heat of his hand sinking into my cold legs through worn jeans. It was hard to ignore that. Hard to ignore any of him, really. And he knew that. That’s why he only waited through my stubborn silence for a few minutes.

“Come on, baby,” he hummed. “Tell me what’s wrong. I’m sorry I’m a dick, darlin’…you know I care.”

I laughed weakly, eyes still closed. “No. No, you don’t,” I said flatly.

He ignored my words and kept rubbing my legs. “It’s so fucking cold in here, baby,” he commented. “And your legs are freezing. Your heat not working?”

“No, it's working. It’s just too fucking expensive to heat this shitty goddamn apartment and I’m not forking over more money to the cunt landlord,” I said sharply, glaring at him. “Did you suddenly forget what life is like if—” I cut myself off, shaking my head.

He had the audacity to glare back if you could believe it. Then, he slapped my inner thigh. “I told you to call me if you needed help,” he hissed. He slapped my other thigh. “The fuck are you doing? What game are you playing at, baby?”

I pushed him away from me with my foot. “A game where I don’t need to rely on a man who is a fucking wannabe felon,” I snapped.

He rolled his eyes and got to his feet. “Newsflash, baby, you do need me,” he said, sounding way too smug about it.

“Fuck you, Rafe. I need a bullet to the brain more than I need you,” I sneered.

“That’s cute.” He continued on like I didn’t even speak in the first place. “I could give you that, if you want. But that doesn’t change anything about it, darlin’. You need my money, you need my cock, you need my love. You’ve said it yourself that no one gives it to you as good as I do. And I know you haven’t been looking which means you’re still as invested in this as I am. So.” He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. “When I tell you if you need my fucking money to heat your stupid apartment because your ass is too stubborn to move in with me…then you fucking call me.”

“You are not my fucking father,” I snapped, pulling out of his tough.. “Like I said. Bullet to the fucking brain before this shit anymore. I’m sick of it.”

“I don’t know. You do call me daddy a lot,” he mocked. He smiled down at me, but there was hardly any warmth to it. “But, oh? You’re so sick of it, hmm? You want to be brainless?” He laughed. “Well, I can make you brainless without having to put a hole in your pretty little head.” He wound his hand tightly in my hair, pulling my face towards his while I sharply inhaled. “And you’ll remember exactly why you’re not done with me, gorgeous.”

I glared at him. “I haven’t seen you in two months. The last time I did see you, you called me a stupid, worthless cunt and told me that you never wanted to see me again. And you think you can just show up here and get me to listen to you?” I demanded. I felt my face heating with my frustration. “Just like that? You think you’re…you think you’re worth me listening to?” I laughed. “Like I said. Fuck you, Rafe. I deserve…I deserve so much better than this. Than you.”

There was a mocking pout on his face. He reached out and grabbed my face again, squeezing my chin. “You think you’re going to find someone better than me?” he asked incredulously. He let out a laugh. “And where do you think you’ll find someone like that?” I didn’t answer. I refused to give him the satisfaction. He chuckled, but then his face went serious. “I’m sorry that I haven’t seen you in months, darlin’. I’m sorry that I said I never wanted to see you again. I was pissed, sweet girl. I didn’t mean it.”

“Oh you never mean it,” I said, the sarcasm’s impact dampened by the tearful sound of my voice.

He moved his hand from my chin to cup my face. I hated myself for it, but I did lean into the touch. “Come on, sweet girl…don’t be like that, baby,” he said. He leaned forward and dropped a kiss to the side of my neck. “You know that I love you.” Another kiss, followed by a short nip. “I’ve been busy, darlin’. That’s all. I’m sorry. I should’ve called, sweet girl. I know that. I’m not mad.”

“You were mad,” I accused, glaring at him.

“I was mad, baby,” he said, deceptively calm. “I was…frustrated that you wouldn’t let me take care of you. I just want what’s best for you. But I’m not mad anymore.”

“Well maybe I’m mad at you,” I retorted, harshness still lessened by the teary voice and the way I leaned into him.

“That’s okay,” he practically cooed. He pressed another kiss to my neck then moved so we were face to face, just a breath between us. He smirked, eyes drifting down to my lips and then back up. “You can be mad at me as long as you want, sweet girl. Just as long as you tell me that you love me.”

I sighed and closed my eyes. “No,” I said stubbornly.

“Come on, sweet girl, please,” Rafe purred, stroking my neck with his hand lazily. “I love you, darlin’.”

“I love you,” I said, voice breaking. My eyes popped open and I felt the tears in them.

Rafe’s smirk didn’t waver, but his eyes did soften. He let out a hum and wiped a tear that slipped. “There’s my sweet girl,” he cooed. He leaned forward and pressed a long, languid kiss to my lips. “Let me make it up to you, baby.” Another long kiss—lazier this time. “Let me apologize for calling you names, baby.” Another kiss. “Remind you that you’re my special, sweet girl.”

I huffed. “Oh so you wanna fuck me and suddenly I’m not a stupid, worthless cunt then?” I spat, voice dripping insecurity.

Rafe rolled his eyes so hard I was shocked that his eyes didn’t stick in the back of his head. “You’re not a stupid, worthless cunt. You’re my sweet girl and you know it,” he drawled. “I was a little fucking high when I said that. I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.”

I gave him a withering glare. “Oh and you’re not high now?” I asked even though I could already tell he wasn’t. He gave me a flat look and I deflated, leaning back, covering my face as I leaned against the arm of the couch. I sniffled. “Okay, I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair. I didn’t mean it.”

He chuckled dryly and rubbed my leg gently. “It’d be fair if you did,” he drawled. He squeezed my leg. “And it’s fine that it’s not fair, sweet girl. I wasn’t fair. So.” He grabbed my legs and lowered them both to the floor. He gently pried my legs open leaning further into my space, hands dancing up both my thighs now. “How about I be real nice and make it up to you?”

“No,” I said stubbornly, glaring half-heartedly down at him. I felt his hand toy with the waist of my jeans, dancing just over the button. “I don’t want you to.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, unconvinced considering I’d begun to lean into his space more, opening my legs to give him more space to occupy, more space to get closer. “Oh?” he posed, tone almost mocking. “You don’t want to?”

“No,” I corrected, grabbing his hand, putting it back on my hair to silently prompt him to grab it just as he did before. “I don’t want you to be nice.” I glowered at him .”It’s been two months, Rafe. I need…”

He let out a low chuckle, eyes dark with quickly emerging lust. “Fuck, darlin’, tell me…what do you need?” he asked.

I blinked slowly, still looking right into his eyes, intoxicated by him already from such a short time together. “I need you to take care of me like you always do,” I said quietly.

Immediately, his hand wound tightly through my hair and he rose to his feet, forcing me to tilt my head up. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as I looked up at him, my eyes wide and wanting. I bit my lip, eyes trailing slowly down his body, to his belt at my eye level, and then back up. He chuckled again, grinning down at me. He wound his hand a bit tighter in my hair making me let out a squeak as he dragged me just a bit closer to his body.

“You need me to take care of you?” he posed, tone just shy of mocking. “Need me to help turn off that gorgeous fucking brain of yours, baby?” He used his free hand to trail down my cheek, fingers briefly touching my neck and stopping there. “Need me to fuck you stupid, sweet girl?”

Taking a shaky breath, I reached out, hand loosely holding his belt buckle. “Yes,” I said breathlessly.

I reveled in the sudden, sharp sting in my cheek. “Try again,” he warned, voice raspy.

“Yes…please fuck me stupid, daddy,” I said, batting my eyes up at him. “I don’t wanna think anymore.”

“Fuck,” Rafe muttered, his voice raspier still, thick with lust. He chuckled and loosened his hand in my hair before dropping it. He took his shirt off and then knotted a hand back in my hair. “Okay, baby. I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of my sweet girl.” He stroked my cheek gently with his free hand before moving it to his belt buckle and undoing it with ease. He then smirked down at me, inclining his head. “Well? Take me out, darlin’.” I glanced down at his open belt but he tutted, tilting my chin back up. “No, baby. Keep your eyes on me.” His request was one that was most easy for me to accommodate considering I felt like I’d die if I looked away from him.

My hands trembled as I reached forward, taking the belt off of him. I was ready to throw it to the side but Rafe held out a hand. Without even questioning it, I placed it in his hand. He then set it to the side and gestured with his head at me to continue. Which, I happily did. I heard him let out a quiet chuckle as I undid the button on his pants and brought down the zipper without breaking eye contact. I almost hastily pulled down the fabric until it sagged the rest of the way down. I raised my eyebrows at Rafe in a silent plea.

“What, baby?” he asked, amused, tightening his grip on my hair. I let out a weak whine and pouted. “What? You gotta tell me what you want, sweet girl. Use your words.”

“I wanna see your cock,” I responded, hooking my hand on the hem of the waistband of his boxers. I tilted my head to the side, jutting my bottom lip out further. “Please, daddy.”

He let out a dark chuckle. “Okay, baby,” he drawled. I hummed, pleased with myself, and looked down, prepared to take his boxers off. But, he tutted, turning my head up with his grip on my hair so I’d meet his eyes again. “Nuh, uh, darlin’. Keep those gorgeous eyes on me still. Don’t you dare even think about looking at my cock yet, baby. Just get it out.”

“But—” I began to complain before being silenced with another warning slap on the cheek making me whine and pull back slightly; not that Rafe let me get very far.

“No but, baby. You listen to me. Be a good girl,” Rafe warned, tone darkening. “You know I want what’s best for you, right, sweet girl?” I nodded through teary eyes, looking back up at him. He cursed under his breath at the sight, tightening and then loosening his hand in my hair once more. “Good girl, baby. Such a good fucking girl. Now, get my cock out. And don’t even look at it.”

I shivered at the order but complied. I reached and used two fingers to gently drag the fabric of the boxers down until they too gave way, falling down past his knees. Using every bit of restraint I had, I kept my eyes locked on his, refusing to look at his dick even as it hung directly in front of my face. Rafe hummed, his free hand moving from his side to wrap around himself, pumping lazily. I swallowed, biting my tongue as a reminder to keep my eyes up. A mocking laugh fell from Rafe’s mouth at the sight and I felt my stomach tighten.

“Oh there’s my good girl,” he cooed. “She can finally fucking listen, huh? So proud of you baby. Little slut that you are, I didn't think you’d be able to do it.” I let out a tiny whimper at his words, feeling a growing, heated pit of arousal low in my stomach. I shifted slightly, just barely able to keep my eyes from falling down. He chuckled again and pursed his lips. “How about you take your clothes off for me baby? Then I’ll let you look all you want at your favorite part of me.”

“All my clothes, daddy?” I checked. He nodded. I all but raced myself to do so. I whipped off the shirt I had on with ease and shimmied out of my jeans easily enough. Sitting there in my bra and panties, Rafe told me to stop and so I paused, looking up at him. “Yes, daddy?”

“Nothing, darlin’…just wanna look at you a minute,” he said, eyes dark with lust. “So fucking pretty, baby. God on fucking high, can’t imagine what I did to deserve such a blessing.”

“Stop,” I dismissed, blushing.

“Nah, baby. You’re a fucking twelve-course meal and I plan to have all of ‘em,” he dismissed, stepping closer and grabbing my chin. “And you aren’t gonna say some dumb shit like that again. We clear, baby?”

“Yes, daddy,” I murmured, feeling his thumb ghost up to trace my bottom lip. My breath hitched in my throat and he seemed to remember himself.

He pulled away and smirked down at me. “Bra and panties off. Let me see that pretty pussy, darlin’. Been missing it so much while I was gone,” he purred. I shivered at his words but peeled them off, shivering at the cold feeling of the air against my nipples and the cool fabric of the couch against my exposed core, quickly growing wet. “Fuck you’re so pretty. Look at you…all this…just for me.” He came closer again—even more this time—and his hand loosely went around my jaw, jerking my head up. “You are just for me, aren’t you baby?” I nodded immediately. He glared, his voice gruffer. “Words, darlin’. Or I might not be inclined to be too nice to you.”

“Yes, daddy,” I said breathlessly, wide-eyed. “All yours. Just for you.” I felt my heart beating rapidly in anticipation of seeing Rafe smile down at me. “Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?” he asked, hand still hooked around my jaw.

“Can I look please?” I asked sweetly, pouting up at him.

His lips quirked into a smirk and he narrowed his eyes looking at me, appraising. “I don’t know, baby. You think I should let you?” he asked.

“Please,” I said, pouting. “I just wan’ you. Want to see you. Wanna have you.”

“Awe with my sweet girl saying all that, well how could I say no?” he drawled, removing his hand from my neck to trail back and join the other in my hair. “Go ahead and look, darlin’. Take as long as you’d like.”

Ever so slowly, I broke my eye contact with Rafe, trailing my gaze down to his dick. Rafe’s confidence even as he stood bare as the day he was born was one of the things that had initially attracted me to him. But, looking at him now, lazily pumping his hand over his cock while he smirked down at me? I don’t think that I’d ever been quite so down bad for him. Which was…concerning, maybe? Pathetic, perhaps? But I didn’t care. At that moment, with his long, thick dick just hovering right in front of me, all I could think about was how badly I wanted him. Of how long I’d wanted him…of how long I’d waited.

“What? I don’t even gotta fuck you to turn that pretty brain off anymore?” he said, voice an alluring growl as he let out a dark sort of chuckle. “Got you so trained to take my dick you don’t even try to fight it, do you sweet girl?”

I shifted at his words, suddenly feeling my core flutter at his words, clenching regrettably—miserably—around nothing. His smirk increased tenfold at that and he stepped closer so that there was practically no space between us, not that there had been much before. Now, his cock stood proudly just next to my face. Again, ever so slowly I raised my eyes to meet his again. And the desperation must’ve been clear in my gaze if the smug, self-satisfied look in his were anything to go by.

“And this was supposed to be for you,” he hummed. “My dumb little baby won’t be able to think for herself and tell me what she wants when I get started, will she?” I let out a pathetic little whimper. “You just need something in that sweet little pussy and your perfect mouth, huh?” His eyes trailed down to my lips, briefly displaying the heated desire he was feeling before moving to meet mine again. “Tell me one thing, darlin’, okay? Think your cute lil’ brain can take that?”

“Yes, daddy,” I said, voice coming out breathy. I squirmed slightly, squeezing my thighs together to avoid doing something like grinding on the couch and making him stop this before it even started.

“I don’t have too much patience before I gotta get in that tight fucking cunt, gorgeous,” he drawled. “So…tell me. You want me to eat that pretty pussy? Or do you want to choke on my cock?” He grinned, sharp-edged and shark-like. “It’s up to you.” An aborted moan came out of me at his words. The answer for me, right now, at least, was obvious. I glanced down at his dick and then back up. “Nuh uh, darlin’. You tell me which one you want.”

“I want you to fuck my throat,” I whined, looking up at him wide-eyed.

Rafe chuckled, hands tightening in my hair. “I’ll give you a pass on not addressing me properly this once because you said something so sweet, darlin’. But don’t do it again,” he said, half-mocking, half-warning. I nodded eagerly. One hand released my hair. He pat my cheek and then held my jaw tightly between two fingers. “That’s my girl.” The possessiveness dripped off his tone. “Now be good for daddy and open that fucking mouth.”

My mouth fell open without much thought after that. He grinned as I left it open, tongue sticking out just the way he liked it. His thumb pressed down on my tongue, head tilting slightly to the side as he looked at me. I moaned at even that simple feeling, my body practically trembling with want for him. But, for a good few long moments, that’s all he did, slowly pressing his thumb more against my tongue. But, after a few moments, he drew it away, using his free hand to lazily pump his cock—still only half-hard—in his hand. I inhaled shakily, eyes looking at his heavy cock, knowing the weight and feel of it without even touching it.

“Mmm,” Rafe said, letting out a leisurely sigh as he jerked himself off in front of me. “You want my dick, sweet girl?” I nodded eagerly, tongue still shamelessly hanging out of my mouth. “You want me to make you choke on my fucking cock, baby?” Again, I nodded and he groaned. “You’re so fucking sexy, darlin’, fuck.” I watched with rapt attention as a bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip of his dick. I heard Rafe chuckle not a moment later. “Holy shit are you drooling, baby? Fuck, you really want this dick, huh? Well, I don’t wanna leave you wanting.”

Rafe used the hand in my hair to bring my head closer and anchor it in place. His other hand still held his dick that he was bringing towards my awaiting mouth. The second I felt the tip of his dick touch my tongue I groaned in appreciation at finally having something, feeling myself growing wetter and wanting. Already, with him not even having touched me yet, I was a mess. Rafe knew it damn well too. He chuckled, slapping his dick against my tongue making me inhale sharply then let out a tiny little whimper.

“Should I stop teasing you baby?” he said, voice measured, even, and entirely unaffected—as if he were in a business meeting and not getting ready to ruin my throat. “Should I make sure you lose your voice tomorrow now?” I nodded as best I could while ensuring that his dick did not fall from my tongue which just made him let out another low groan. “Alright, then, baby. You asked for it. Time for you to put that fucking mouth to work.”

I barely had the time to inhale before I felt Rafe’s heavy member settling against my tongue. I let out a breathy moan, reflexively hollowing out my cheeks and bobbing my head to take him further into my mouth. I moved my hands to touch him and he slapped them away.

“No fucking hands,” he grunted, pulling my hair so I’d look up at him before pushing me down to the hilt of him, nose settling against his pelvis. He cursed and I felt his dick pulse in my mouth as he looked down at me, eyes dark and wanting. “So fucking pretty when I’m stretching your fucking mouth open, baby. Look at you. So fucking good.” My core fluttered again at his words, clenching and unclenching while I felt myself starting to dampen the couch slightly the wetter I got. “Gonna fuck your throat now, darlin’.”

With the minimal warning issued, he thrust heavily, pulling out of my mouth almost entirely before thrusting entirely back in. I forced myself to breathe through my nose, relaxing before something unfortunate could happen like my gag reflex being triggered. I moaned around him, using my tongue as little as I could find myself able to when he started to consistently, aggressively thrust himself to the back of my throat. I whimpered at the feeling, grinding absent-mindedly against the rough fabric of the couch, letting my tongue trace along the vein on the underside of his dick.

Rafe caught sight of my desperate rutting against the couch and he let out a dark, slightly breathless chuckle without interrupting the pace of his thrusting. “God, look at my desperate fucking baby. What, is daddy not taking care of you fast enough? Fuck,” he grunted. “You wanna grind like a desperate, needy, brainless little toy? I should make you fucking get off of my thigh without me touching you?” My choked whine of displeasure at the threat made him let out another mean sort of laugh. “Don’t worry, darlin’. That’s gonna be for later.” I let out another whine at the promise then. “Yeah, baby. Gonna make you get yourself off on my leg and then I’m gonna eat your pussy so good. Gonna make you cum for me at least five times before I stop. I’ll fucking tie you up if I gotta, gorgeous. Gonna make my sweet girl so overstimulated she’s not gonna think ‘bout anything but my fucking cock…my fucking mouth…my fucking hands.” Each word was punctuated by a pointed thrust down my throat. “As if you think about anything else, my dumb little fuckin’ baby, yeah?”

When he pulled out of my mouth entirely, releasing my hair, I reflexively gasped in a breath of air, eyes wide and watering. I looked up at him. But, Rafe was still non-plussed by how fucked out I already was. He wasn’t even pausing, barely breaking even a bead of sweat across his gorgeous, obscenely perfect body. No, instead, he knelt down in front of me, one hand making its way immediately to my pussy and finding my clit like two ends of a magnet attracting to each other. He let out a low tutting sound, shaking his head at me as I bucked my hips against his hand before I could stop myself.

“So fucking sloppy, pretty girl. Is this all for me?” he asked, his voice both teasing and harsh. “Barely even done anything to you, baby. You’re just that much of a needy little fuckin’ slut for me, huh?” I let out a high-pitched keening noise and he hummed, wrapping his hand around my throat to make me focus on him even as he slipped two thick digits inside of me. “You want me, baby?” His voice was husky, rasping and his alluring eyes were locked intently on me.

“Yes, daddy,” I whined, voice weak around the whining and moans that I couldn’t help but release as he finger fucked me into oblivion. Even with so little direct stimulation, I felt my legs starting to tremble and my stomach starting to tighten, coiling and ready to barrel quickly towards release. Rafe could tell too based on the way my pussy was practically trying to swallow his fingers whole. “Please.”

“Please what, sweet girl?” he cooed, pretending like he didn’t already know damn well what I wanted.

“Fuck me,” I begged.

“Oh but you sound so pretty when you’re whining, gorgeous,” he groaned. “And I need you to be nice and fuckin’ ready for me. So I need you to cum for me before I fuck you.” My stomach tightened further just on the edge of sweet, sweet release that I’d been missing the past two months while he was missing on fucking house arrest. “Okay, baby?”

“Okay,” I sobbed, hips trying to buck even as he used his massive hand to direct my hips to keep the rhythm he wanted, the other tightening around the outside of my throat, making my eyes roll.

“Good girl,” he huffed. He paused his speech a moment, his fingers moving even faster, making me choke out a sobbing moan, head falling back until he squeezed my throat again in warning, making me lift my head. He then issued a command. A single word. “Cum.”

And who was I to disobey?

The coil in my stomach exploded into a mirage of light behind my eyes as they rolled back. I felt a slightly shrill shriek erupt from my mouth more than I actually heard myself. And all that I could think of beyond the veil and haze of pleasure was the feeling of Rafe’s hands, his skin so close to me. He supported my body as I slumped against him, both of his hands moving to rest low on my hips.

“Good job, gorgeous. You look so fucking pretty falling apart for me,” he encouraged, his voice an appreciative, warm grumble of affection. His hands ghosted up and down my sides. “You ready for me to fuck you, pretty little thing?”

“Yes, daddy,” I said, letting out a long, shaky sigh. I reached out, hands trailing up the planes of his solid chest, leaning my head on him to listen to his steady, calm heartbeat. “Thank you, daddy.”

“Of course, baby,” he said. I could hear the smugness in his voice but I didn’t care. He leaned me back on the couch and moved to get up. I let out a whine of dissatisfaction and grabbed his hand tightly, pulling him back towards me. He looked amused as he raised a brow. “I have to go get a condom, sweet girl.”

“No,” I said stubbornly.

“No?” he asked.

“Have you been fucking bitches on house arrest?” I asked, bottom lip jutting out.

He reached out, pulling my lip down and looking at it in undisguised intrigue. “No,” he admitted.

“Well, then you haven’t worn a condom with me before. So fuck’s sake, Rafe just fuck me,” I demanded.

Rafe’s eyes had a hardened sort of glee to them. His hand moved before I registered it and my head turned as his palm made contact with my cheek. Again, my core clenched around nothing. This time, I bit back the moan that threatened to escape.

“Who?” he warned, sounding all too happy to remind me of my place.

“Fuck me, daddy,” I reiterated, still with an extreme attitude. “Fuck me, don’t pull out cum in me, I don’t care. Just fuck me, daddy.”

“Drop the attitude,” Rafe said, a final warning.

“No,” I spat, knowing exactly where it would get me. You know, right where I wanted.

Instead of slapping me again as I’d first expected, Rafe tilted my head up with just his pointer finger under my chin, his shark-like smile back again. “Do you want to be punished, baby?” he asked, sounding all too eager. I offered no answer. He used his free hand and slapped me, harder this time. I couldn’t bite back the moan this time, or the way that my hand tried to drift between my legs. He caught my wrist easily to stop me. “Answer me or I’m gonna stop. I’ll walk out the fucking door, darlin’.” My bottom lip quivered at the thought, chest heaving. “Do you want a punishment, baby?”

“Y-yes, daddy,” I admitted after another stubborn moment.

“Well why didn’t you say so, darlin’,” he cooed sarcastically.

In a flurry of movement, Rafe sat on the couch and had me over his knee. My bare, soaked cunt made contact with his hard knee and I choked on a moan at that feeling. I barely had time to register the change in position before he landed his first hit on my ass. I yelped at the feeling, reflexively trying to squirm away from the pain, even as I felt a jolt of pleasure at the feeling. Rafe held my hips in place easily with one hand, keeping me firmly on his lap, and used the other to lay a hard slap against my ass, making me yelp again.

“That feel fucking good baby?” he grunted, slapping me again. I didn’t answer, a sharp, hissing inhale coming from my mouth. Another slap. Another whimper. “You should be fucking thanking me for this, darlin’. Disciplining your unruly fucking ass. Making you my good girl.”

“Thank you, daddy. Thank you, thank you. Please,” I whimpered, reflexively trying to squirm once more when his hand made contact with my ass yet again.

“Please, what, sweet girl? Remind you that you’re fucking mine? Oh, I am gonna, darlin’. This is just part of it,” he ground out. I could feel his rock-hard cock pressed against my side and I was torn between wanting it stuffed in my mouth and my pussy. Both thoughts escaped from my mind entirely as he landed another slap against my ass.

“More,” I ground out through clenched teeth, barely able to resist the urge to grind against his thigh and knee with the desperation that I was feeling.

“Needy little slut, you are, huh?” he asked, amused. His hands stopped their cyclical pattern of slapping my ass to rub the abused flesh for a moment. I felt his hand move between my legs more, teasing my entrance with his fingers. Naturally, I opened my legs for him. He chuckled at that. “Can’t wait to be stuffed with me, can you? Already brain dead to everything but me, aren’t you, sweet girl? You’re just my little plaything right now, aren’t you?” I buried my face in the couch and let out a groan, feeling his hand circling my clit again, lazily, not creating enough friction to do anything.

“Daddy, please,” I whined.

“Don’t worry, pretty little thing. I know just what you need to cum again. I decided I need two from you before I fuck this sweet little fucking pussy,” he grunted. With sudden and almost startling accuracy, Rafe slapped me again. This time, his hand made contact not with my ass but with my pussy, the sharp slap making me gasp and jerk from the pain. I let out a half-aborted scream and rocked back into his palm, panting from surprise. He openly laughed. “You didn’t think I forgot how much you liked that, did you, darlin’? Remember that real fucking well? So I’m gonna take care of this pussy just the way I know you need it.” I let out a breathy moan mixed with a cry as he spanked my clit once more. Again and again and again he did it until I felt like I was dripping sweat on my whole body and my pussy was soaked with my juices—the couch too for that matter. “Fuck me, baby, your pussy is so pretty all puffy like this. She’s just crying for me. You want me so bad your poor fucking brain can’t handle it, can it?” I let out a pathetic little whimper, unable to muster much more. “I tell you what, darlin’. You cum from me slapping this pussy and I’ll fuck you til you pass out if that’s what you want. You wanna do that for me?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped immediately, hardly even grasping the words just knowing that I wanted the pleasure that had been slowly building to finally reach its fucking crescendo.

“Good girl,” he said before unleashing a series of slaps to my pussy in a pattern that I couldn’t have anticipated if I were in his damn brain myself.

This time, as I tumbled over the edge of pleasure, I wailed, jerking against his hand. I collapsed against Rafe’s leg as the aftershock of the second orgasm washed over me. I gasped for air like I’d been drowning and I felt Rafe’s hand tracing up and down my back lazily. As I caught my breath, he placed a final sharp slap to my pussy making me let out a weak yelp of complaint. Without being too gentle, Rafe maneuvered me off of his lap and over the arm of the couch. He let out an appreciative groan and I lifted my head to look back at him. I was startled to see him lifting the belt. My eyes widened as I felt him wrap it around my wrists, quickly binding me.

“You’re not getting away from me, gorgeous. Not when I finally get to fuck my pussy again. You’re nice and ready for me,” he said, sounding almost absent-minded as he spoke to me. He grunted as he slid into me with a single thrust. When he bottomed out we both let out moans—his low and mine high and keening—and I felt my body shake. “Fuck. When you can feel your legs I’m gonna fuck you so hard in doggy you’re gonna not walk the day after. But right now I just gotta finish the job, baby. Gotta turn your fuckin’ brain off forever.”

With that, he started to purposefully piston his hips, holding my bound wrists behind my back for better leverage. I was nearly boneless, shrieking in pleasure as his hot, throbbing cock stretched me open and brushed against each and every nerve ending just right—at least that was how it felt. How he felt. His thrusts were deep and slow and pointed. I sobbed against the feeling, wanting to rut back into him to make him speed up. But, I couldn’t muster the strength. So I just let him fuck into me at his own pace and I felt myself starting to build towards another bout of pleasure—this bound to be even stronger than before if the stars already behind my eyes were anything to go by.

“Daddy, please,” I sobbed, not knowing if I wanted more or less stimulation, more or less pleasure, from him.

Regardless of what I wanted, Rafe didn’t say anything. He grunted out a noise of acknowledgment that I’d spoken then doubled down in his efforts to make me cum again. And when he wrapped his arm around my throat again, tightening quickly and entirely, it was over. This time, as he forced me to a third orgasm, I was actually sobbing, tears running down my face from the fucked up amount of pain and pleasure entwined in being so overstimulated in such a short period of time—especially after so long away from him.

“There’s my good fucking girl,” Rafe said, voice slightly hoarse as he slowed his thrusts to a stop.

He still hadn’t cum himself, his dick fully pulsing inside of me with how hard he was. I dreaded what that meant, even though I also fully anticipated what I knew would come. He gently undid the belt from around my wrists, releasing me, and then eased himself out of me. He flipped me around on the couch and I looked at him with big watery eyes.

“Please no more,” I said, tears slipping down my cheeks. “It’s too much, please.”

“Come on, darlin’,” he cooed, pressing kisses to my cheeks. “Come on, sweet girl. You can give me one more. Been missing my pussy so much. You know I need one more from her.” Another series of kisses, the last one a long and lingering, filthy one to my lips where his tongue entwined with mine and we both pulled back needing air. “Please, baby. One more for me.”

His hand moved down, gently tracing my clit, making me jolt. Already I was so sensitive, so overstimulated. But, the impossibly sweet and imploring look on his face? The hunger he had for me? It was impossible to deny.

“Okay, daddy,” I agreed, sniffling.

He leaned his forehead against mine, grinning. “That’s my girl,” he said softly.

He hitched my leg up over his hip, settling between my legs on the couch. He used his free hand to grip his cock, looking down at us. He gently slapped the head of his dick against my clit once, twice, a third time until I whined and he chuckled, reaching over to press a short kiss to my lips to shut me up. He ran himself up and down my slit over and over until I was shivering and he saw a tiny dribble of new arousal dripping from me. He let out a low moan of his own and then sank into me in one, hitching my leg up again so he could thrust as deep as humanly possible.

“There you are, gorgeous. There’s my beautiful fucking girl,” Rafe praised, pressing a kiss to each cheek, to my lips, and to my forehead as he steadily thrust into me. “So fucking perfect for me. So fucking good for me, baby.”

“You feel so good, daddy,” I said, eyes rolling back and then curling as he pressed down on the slight bulge in my stomach only present because of him. “Thank you, daddy.”

“Anything for you, baby. Fucking anything,” he grunted. He ground slower against me instead of thrusting for a few moments. “You don’t get to keep me from my pussy anymore, baby. I gotta fucking be with you.”

“Wanna be with you, daddy,” I babbled in agreement.

“Good fucking girl,” he huffed, pressing down on the bulge again making me whimper. I felt his dick pulsate again and I tightened around him habitually making his breath hitch. “You gonna cum for me one more time, baby? I’m so fucking close.”

“Yeah, daddy, I’m gonna cum,” I whined. “Please can I cum? Please, please, please?” I begged.

“Fu-fuck yeah,” Rafe stuttered. “Cum with me baby.”

And this time, as I fell across pleasure’s razor edge once more, Rafe fell with me. I felt as he came inside me, hot and deep. My eyes rolled at the feeling, almost addicted to the mere feeling of him being so close and intensely part of me at that moment. I held him without realizing it, nails digging into the skin of his back as I held him against me, ignoring the fact that I was trembling like a leaf.

“So proud of you, my sweet girl. So good for me, gorgeous. Love you so much. So good for me.” Those were the first things I was coherent of hearing again when the whooshing in my ears had faded. They were the sweet praise that Rafe was offering. He went to move—to pull out—but I held him to me still, almost wrapping myself around him like a koala to stop it.

“No,” I denied. “Don’t move yet.”

“Okay, baby,” he agreed. “I won’t pull out. Do you want me to hold you?” I nodded. He carefully moved us. I winced as he adjusted us so that I was sitting up and in his lap because it made him deeper for a moment still but as we settled that faded and I just melted into his chest. “I’m so proud of you, baby. You did so good.” He stroked my skin and hair for a moment. “I gotta get you cleaned up, sweet girl. Get you some water.”

“Not yet,” I denied again, eyes closed as I leaned against him, as much of my skin touching him as possible. “Take care of me in a minute.”

He chuckled. “Oh? You’re gonna let me take care of you?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I answered absent-mindedly. “Fine. You can take care of me, Rafe. I’ll stop being stubborn.” I needed his help. He’d been right about that when he showed up, I was adult enough to admit that. And I knew that he loved me. That he meant it from the best place.

“Really?” he asked, disbelieving. “You’re gonna move in with me? Let me take care of you? Just like that? All I had to do was fuck you like that?”

“Yeah. That’s all you had to do,” I agreed, far too exhausted to explain the complex detail of it in truth. I let out a breathless laugh though, a thought occurring to me when I felt a cool bite of metal and plastic on my leg. “Well, as long as you don’t get arrested for busting out of house arrest.” I cracked open my eyes to give him a smile.

“Shut up, I'll be fine,” he muttered. His hands held me closely, tightly, possessively to him. “You don’t get to take it back. I get to take care of you now. To make sure you’re safe. You’re gonna live with me, sweet girl.”

“Okay, Rafe,” I agreed softly, reaching up to stroke his cheek gently. He leaned into the touch and I smiled. “I will.” I leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, laying my forehead against his.

“I love you, baby,” he murmured, so quiet I could barely hear it.

“I love you too,” I replied, just as quiet, just as simple.

He smiled at that, the sight making his eyes go warm and sweet. “Alright, then, gorgeous. Let’s get you cleaned up and get the fuck out of here,” he said. His smile morphed into a cheesy sort of grin—the kind I rarely got to see. “Let’s go home.”

For once, I couldn’t disagree. And I couldn’t help but echo the cheesy smile. “Okay, then, Romeo,” I teased. “Let’s go home.”

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[nomsfaultau]

Dark sbi where Tommy accidentally kidnaps Philza, not knowing he’s a crime lord. And he swears it was an accident! He just, you know, panicked. Tommy and Tubbo were just minding their own business slapping graffiti on a building (practicing their art skills, you see) when a cop started screeching at them, apparently not an appreciator of the fine arts. And since Mrs. Innit would KILL him if he got arrested, Tommy panics and takes a hostage, shouting at the cop not to take a step further or he’ll kill the random civilian he’s ducked behind so he can’t get shot.

Meanwhile Philza isn’t entirely paying attention, and realizes there’s suddenly a small child sheltering behind him from a cop. He gives the cop the nastiest look imaginable, which causes them to back off enough that Tommy thinks his plan is working. Once the negotiations start Philza is baffled by who would have the gall to kidnap him, and so poorly at that. Frankly it’s an umbrage to face the work of an amateur.

Well, till the abductor asks his name. “…do you not know who I am.?”

Tommy squints at the guy. His suit looks kinda fancy? Is it better or worse for him if he managed to randomly capture some Wall Street schmuck? “Hell no,” he hisses. “And I don’t care. I’m a dangerous guy alright? You don’t know what I’ll do to you.”

Philza’s laugh causes the cop to advance, wagering the situation isn’t intense. But because Tubbo’s ‘Yes And’ game is a force to be reckoned with, he casually pulls out a nerf gun (painted to look real for a prank on Ranboo) and trains it on the cop. Philza is positively delighted as he realizes just how amateur his abductors are. Oh this will be a riot to watch.

With more bluffing than Tommy knew he had in him, promising the hostage 20 bucks if he pretended to go along with it, the pure manic chaos bleeding from Tubbo’s eyes and ample gun waving, and creative use of spray paint in the eyes of the chasing cops, Tommy and Tubbo somehow manage to book it. For some reason the hostage keeps up with them instead of escaping. Huh. Can you develop Stockholm syndrome that fast? Tommy would ask, but he’s panting from sprinting. And as they live in an unjust world, hostage guy isn’t even breaking a sweat despite the three piece suit.

“You’re not going to get far on foot,” Philza murmurs. As corrupt and useless as the cops are for most things in this city, he doesn’t imagine there’d actually be that much fuss over a random man being kidnapped, but he wonders what they’ll do if spooked a little more. It’s been amusing thus far. The boys bicker, then elect to force him to drive as neither have licenses. They don’t ask him to drive to their homes, instead some secondary location. Smart, albeit Philza will definitely know both addresses within the hour.

While Tommy is busy ‘threatening’ Philza about the consequences of not getting them there, Tubbo just leans over from a bag of chips he’s munching on and offers them to Phil. Tommy rounds on him, less for showing exploitable kindness to the hostage and more for eating the Doritos that were meant to be his. Philza almost chides them for revealing each other’s names, but decides it might just be easier to hand them notes at the end of this. So far they aren’t getting a passing grade in abduction. But he has to admit it’s far more entertaining than the ‘business’ meeting he was planning to attend.

(Techno, meanwhile, hasn’t heard from Philza and is going BALLISTIC trying to figure out who kidnapped him. From the police report Phil just kinda went along with it, and looked terrified after a private exchange with the abductor, which has to mean the threat is ungodly to convince the Angel of Death to submit. Techno’s about to have a panic attack imagining the unthinkable horrors happening to his best friend, and is only holding it off by doing atrocities about it. This is the THIRD secret criminal organization he’s ripped apart in the last two hours and PHILZA ISNT HERE EITHER!?)

Philza has decided he likes his kidnappers. They’re not experienced in the slightest, but they make up for it with bravado, determination, and a certain lack of rationality that is necessary in the line of business Philza is in. Yes. They’ll do nicely if given a little guidance.

It’s half an hour before either of them notice Philza is driving aimlessly and they don’t recognize the city around them at all. “Hm? Next time I don’t recommend you give the hostage control of the vehicle. I could have immediately driven to the police station.”

Tommy frowns, almost more nervous at the implication the obvious blackmail would go unused. “…why didn’t you?”

“There’s no love lost between the cops and I. And even more importantly, you amuse me. I like your…potential.” He grins at the soft click of Tommy covertly trying the handle and finding the car doors locked. “Getting out at this speed is almost always fatal, Tommy.”

Tubbo lifts the muzzle of the fake gun towards him. “Let us go right. now.”

Philza leans over, ruffling Tubbo’s hair. The teen gulps at the glimpse of the holster Philza’s jacket was hiding, sharing a wide eyed look with Tommy. “I’m not exactly scared of foam bullets, mate.” He chuckles lowly at the tension freezing both of them. “Relax. You’ll be home by dinner. After you went through all the effort of kidnapping me to avoid trouble with your parents, I don’t intend to ruin it. I like you two; you have spunk I don’t see often. After all, it takes a lot of guts to kidnap the leader of the Syndicate.”

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[visualbutterflysworld]

Drunk Vinnie | Vhackerr

Warning: vinnie being drunk and clingy

might make a part 2. idk

“I need to text my girl. I want my girl.” Vinnie whined as he leaned onto Jack. “She’s right there Vin.” Jack laughed as he pointed to you, who was preoccupied by ordering a Uber. “That’s….that’s not her! I’m texting Y/n right now.” Vinnie huffed before pulling out his phone. He pulled in his bottom lip. He squinted his eyes trying to successfully type correctly.

In his mind he thought he texted, baby where are you? I miss you!

Instead he actually texted, “biby here ure uuuu( iiiii muss youuu &&”

You chuckled as you read the text before going back to what you were doing. “Why won’t she text me back!? DID SHE DIE?! JACK CALL THE COPS!” Vinnie yelled when he did see those three bubbles pop up. “Vinnie, stop yelling.” You rubbed his arm, trying to sooth him. “No! Who are even you?! I have a girlfriend, lady!” Vinnie quickly gave you a dirty look.

“I am your girlfriend, Vinnie.” You laughed. “No! You don’t look like my Y/n. My pretty Y/n. Where’s my pretty Y/n?” Vinnie’s bottom lip begins to tremble. “Okay, Vinnie, let’s get you home.” You say, “Jack. Help? Uber’s here.” Jack nods before you and him put Vinnie’s arm over your shoulders.

“Y/n! I love Y/n so much! She’s so pretty!” Vinnie yells as you guys walk outside. “Vinnie, shhh.” Jack said. “Jack-o’-lantern, you just don’t understand.” Vinnie lays his head on Jack’s shoulder. “Yeah, man. Here. In you go.” Jack shakes his head before helping you put vinnie in the car.

After a short 15 minute drive you guys are back at your house, knowing Vinnie will be too loud for his apartment. “Honey! I’m home!” Vinnie yells as he stumbles into the house. You shake your head before shutting the door and locking it. “Do you want some water?” You ask. “Yeah, that sounds great random person. Hey, this place looks at lot like my girlfriend’s house?” Vinnie scans the room.

You quickly dash and get him some water. Once he’s handed the glass, the water is gone in a matter of seconds. “Let’s get you to bed.” You say before grabbing his hand. “Okay, but nothing is happening between us! No funny business lady or I’ll tell Y/n!” Vinnie tells you. It was honestly so cute, seeing Vin miss you even though you were there.

Once you reach the bedroom, Vinnie wastes no time collapsing on the bed. “Mm. So comfy.” A happy lazy smile on his face. You take his shoes off and his socks knowing he hates sleeping with his socks on. “Y/n is the best. Do you have a Y/n?” Vinnie asked as you unbuckled his belt. “Sorta. Expect he’s a guy.” You say before pulling his pants down and throwing them somewhere. “That’s good. What’s his name?” Vinnie ask as you pull him to sit up. “Arms up.” You say.

Vinnie puts him arms up and strikes a pose while doing so. You laugh softly before pulling it off as well. Sober vinnie would thank you because he gets hot to easily in his sleep. “The guy! His name!” Vinnie says before falling back. You don’t know how but he somehow knew he wasn’t under the covers so he quickly places himself underneath.

“Vinnie. His name is Vinnie.” You say before grabbing a t shirt to sleep in. “What!? That’s my name! My name is Vinnie!” Vinnie yells. “I know that, Vin.” You quickly toss your hair in a low bun before sliding in bed. “I never asked but, what’s your name?” Vinnie says. “It’s y/n.” You laugh before moving a piece of hair out his face. Vinnie’s face scrunched before his eyes went wide.

“Wait a minute! You’re Y/n! My Y/n! Oh my God! When did you get here baby?!” Vinnie quickly rushes into your arms. You laugh, “I’ve been here the whole time Vin.” “Nuh uh! That other lady was here! I swear.” Vinnie nuzzles his head in your neck. You lay back so that you can both rest comfortably. “Whatever you say, Vin.” You message his head.

“I love you Y/n. Promise to never leave me like that again?” You smile before slowly closing your eyes. “I love you too. I promise to never leave you again.” You feel Vinnie smile and it isn’t long before the both of you are passed out into a bliss.

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[stories4thepack]

Revenge is so sweet (part 5)

Wednesday Addams x reader

Warnings: Y/n is so screwed! (swearing, descriptions of gore/blood)

“You tore apart 2 boys!”

The sheriff screamed at you, not bothering to keep his voice calm anymore. You weren’t sure how he had found you, or how you had even gotten into the dark, interrogation room. All you were really aware of were the metal cuffs digging into your wrists, possibly even drawing blood.

“2 boys, for what? A few insults?”

“They insulted Wednesday.”

You muttered, uselessly hoping that would make him shut up. Instead, he stands up quickly, causing the chair to fall behind him. He’s at your side in a second, glaring at you with complete and utter hatred.

Were cops meant to act like this?

If you were a normie, you would probably be having a calm talk and might even have a glass of water

But Normies don’t break bones with their teeth.

“So he insulted that freak, the girl who can never cease to stick her nose in police business.”

You felt that horribly pain tingling across your body as you muscles all began to ache. You gritted your teeth, desperate to find some way to stop your shifting.

“You are going to be put away for a long fucking time!”

He screamed at you, the sound making you flinch. He paused, grinning before coming closer to your face. His breath reeking of alcohol. Your heart began to pound painfully, your lungs about to explode out of your chest.

“And you will never see that bitch again.”

You snap, ripping the cuffs from the table and pounding your fists onto the arms of the chair.

“Those boys talked shit about your son too! Yeah, the Hyde, the serial killer. The one the entire fucking country is trying to find.”

The sheriff grabs the scruff of your shirt, pulling you closer to his messy, un-shaved face.

“What did you say.”

He hisses, but you cannot stop your words. Anger flowing out of you, the urge to shift again becoming almost unbearable.

“I’m amazed you still have your job, your such a mourning mess that I thought they would give you leave. No, I guess your too desperate to find your son before the bullets do!”

He throws you onto the floor, the cuffs (still attached to your wrists) drawing a flow of blood from beneath them.

“Your too good for prison,”

You growl at him, almost willing your wolf to come out just to tear him apart.

“I’ll be calling animal control!”

He takes a step closer, as if to attack, but the door flies open, revealing three armed police officers behind it. They storm into the room, seizing Sheriff Galpin and forcing him away from you. You manage to catch a glimpse of Wednesday, before everything goes black.

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You followed Wednesday, paws padding along the earthy ground as the sun began to set. You could hear the faint sound of a siren behind you, but you couldn’t care.

“Are you going to release my hand?”

She asked calmly, looking over at you. Your heart sped up as you realised you were still holding it, dropping it slowly. If you were in your human form, you would of blushed. But your tail wagged happily as you began to bounce around her.

“Perhaps you have lost your mind, may I remind you that you almost killed two people back there. “

You froze, was she disappointed? Out of all the people, you thought she would be proud of you. You turned to her, jumping in her path and sitting down. Forcing her to stop.

“What are you doing mutt?”

She questions, watching as you growl lowly at her. Carefully sitting up and taking an aggressive step forward.

“Y/n, you do not want to play this game with me.”

She demands, remaining rooted to the spot as you take another step forward, baring your canines at her.

“Are you going to do this because I disapprove of your actions a moment ago.”

Another step forward, another growl

“If you are going to be this childish about it then-“

She doesn’t finish as you leap at her, great paws forcing her onto the ground. She sighs, attempting to get up before you force her down with a playful growl.

“Y/n, this is an immature reactio-“

You growl at her again, pressing your nose against her throat. You hear the way she cuts herself off, the way her heart beats a millisecond faster or perhaps it was your imagination. You stay like that for a while, smelling the blood beneath her veins and giving her skin a gentle lick, receiving an almost unnoticeable shiver in return.

“Are you going to tear out my throat?”

She asks, sounding almost board of your antics. But your playful revenge was not over yet

You rear back your head, fangs on full display before biting down on her throat, careful to not hit a major artery. She gasps, surprised by your actions and yet, relishing the short pain you are putting her through. You pull away, and Wednesday notices a slight grin on your bloody wolf face.

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“Do not move Y/n”

Wednesday demands. You were in her dorm room in Nevermore, only having regained consciousness a moment ago. You had sat up from her bed, a blanket still draped over your body. Both your hands were on her legs, her grip firm and yet gentle as she rapped a wet cloth on your wrists, cleaning the wounds.

“They are not that deep considering how tight those cuffs were.”

You nod, unable to truly form words. You can hear the wolf barking in the back of your head. The images of Wednesday lightly trailing her hand along your fur popped to mind, a smile growing across your face. Enid sits beside you, a hand protectively around your waist. It felt comforting, being with the two people you cared about.

“Shit.”

You hiss as Wednesday dabs alcohol against your injury.

“Be quiet, do you want to die of an infection?”

“Wednesday-“

Enid mutters, causing the Raven hair to lift her head. She gives the werewolf a glare. You stay quiet as Enid slowly nods her head towards you. Words being silently passed between the two roommates.

“Enid,”

Wednesday finally says, looking back down to the blood across your arms.

“Please go to the infirmary and bring me some clean bandages and an ice pack.”

“Icepack?”

You ask, as Enid rubs your shoulder before leaving quickly.

“You hit your head.”

Your crush answers, silence passing between the two of you. You wince as she wraps your wrists tightly in the cloth, holding it firmly in place.

“Why did you wolf out when they insulted me?”

Wednesday suddenly asks, keeping her eyes fixated on your injury. You swallow nervously, desperately trying to find a reasonable excuse.

“They were being mean. It upset me.”

You mutter, attempting to hide the way you blush as her eyes meet yours.

“Yet, they insulted you many times before me. They insulted me once and you wolfed out.”

“Well, your my Friend.”

You say far too quickly, you were terrified she would reject you. Terrified she would insult you and walk away. Enid returns before Wednesday can say anything else. You notice the way she hesitates. Perhaps noticing the way she may have interrupted something. You hoped there was going to be something to interrupt.

“I’m going to find Yoko, she might have news about Sheriff Galpin.”

Both you and Wednesday nod in response. Watching in silence as she leaves the room again. You eyes are drawn from the door by the sound of Wednesday hitting the ice pack to get it to work.

“I am going to have a look at the wound on your head.”

You nod, praying that she cannot hear the way your heart beats rapidly against your chest as she comes to the side of you face. You flinch as she pressed the cloth against your bloody forehead.

She ignores you and yet seems to be that little bit gentler with you. Your wolf begins to whine in the back of your head, making you blush as you feel her fingers moving hair out of the way to check the wound.

“Shut it.”

You hiss as your wolf barks at her in your head. Wednesday pauses and places the ice pack against your head before sitting in the chair in-front of you.

“The wolf?”

“Y-yeah! How did you know?”

You stutter, embarrassed slightly. She turns away, picking up the bandages she had placed on her desk.

“Enid mentioned it happens after the first shift.”

she mutters, turning back to your wrists before beginning wrap a bandage around one of them.

Silence

Again

WHY WAS THERE SILENCE????

“There was something that I wish to ask you!”

She says, finishing covering one of your wrists before moving to the other. You smile at her, your heart pounding against your chest as if you were going to shift again.

“why did you take a bullet for me?”

She looks up, and you see it. In her cold, dark (but deep) eyes. You can see why she was asking. Why you saved her, why you shifted for her.

Hope

It seemed stupid that you hadn’t seen it before, that the very desperate feelings that you were suffering with every time you heard Wednesday’s name….. she too was experiencing. Out of everyone, you thought you would be the one person to notice all her hidden thoughts.

But love had blinded you

“I think you know the answer Wednesday.”

You whispered, leaning an inch closer. She stiffened slightly, a ghostly action, but one you caught. You freeze, allowing her to come to you.

“Are you expressing your-“

She paused, obviously unsure of the right word to use.

“I like you Wednesday, I obviously like you!”

You laugh, feeling free from the secret you had kept for what felt like centuries. You suck in a nervous breath as the raven hair looks back at you. Her face remaining emotionless

“That is why you took a bullet for me, why you would of torn apart those two bo-“

You growl, grabbing her by the back of the head and kissing her firmly. It takes a moment, but she mimics your action, leaning further into you.

When you pull away, she chooses to ignore the stupid grin that had spread across your face. You eyes scan her face, catching the faint marks of your bite in the forest earlier still fresh on her neck. You chuckle, remembering the way you had behaved, like a puppy (a love sick puppy)

“You still taste of blood.”

She mutters, attempting to hide a faint smile. You chuckle, pulling her in again, feeling the way her hand finds it’s way onto your leg. When you finally pull away, your cocky grin is impossibly big. You look at her, intertwining your fingers with hers, ignoring the faint pain from your wrist.

“Well….doesn’t my revenge taste sweet?”

#jenna ortega #wednesday #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #fanfiction #Werewolf #Wednesday x werewolf #fanfic #Fluff

[deadgirlwalking91]

New Guitarspear fic! 🎸 🗡️ chapter one below ⬇️

‘Thank You for the Venom’

Summary

Meet Adam. Commander of the Exorcist Army, arrogant loudmouth, womaniser, professional slacker.

And there’s Lute. Liuetenant of the Exorcist Army, hardass, cold bitch, overachiever.

They’ve been at each other’s throats for years – ever since anybody can remember. When Lute undermines Adam’s authority and presents an improved Exorcist training program to his superior, he makes it his sole mission to ensure her project is a failure.

What he doesn’t realise is that she’s usually two steps ahead of him.

What neither of them realise is that the Exorcists are taking bets on how long until one of them finally wakes up and sees what’s clear as day to everybody but them: that they’re both head over heels for each other.

I own none of these characters, they’re just super fun to write about. The swearing is plentiful, there’s talks of violence and there might be some spicy scenes down the track. The plan is to keep this light-hearted and fluffy (well, as fluffy as a story about these two can be), but as always things may change down the track.

This takes place before the events of Hazbin Hotel, and before Vaggie falls.

I’m planning to post this on Ao3 too… once I’m accepted.

***

Chapter One

Adam & Lute’s Office, Exorcist Training Centre, Heaven

Lute knew she’d messed up this time.

If she had an ordinary boss, she might only cop a slight reprimand for going over his head – an uncomfortable conversation, promises of ‘I’ll never do it again’, waiting for time to pass until the awkwardness of the situation wore off and they could go back to business as usual.

Unfortunately, her boss was far from what most would consider an ordinary angel – both in title and temperament. Which consequently meant his reaction to her undermining him would be… hostile, to say the least.

“I can’t fucking believe you went to Sera without talking to me first!” Adam bellowed, pounding his fist on his desk. Old coffee cups, abandoned paperwork and scattered stationary threatened to spill over the edge, littering the already cluttered floor around his workstation. “Fucking low blow babe, even for a kiss-ass like you.”

Don’t rise to his anger. Keep a cool head. Explain your case.

“Sir,” Lute laced her fingers together and placed them on the surface of her own desk, ready to state her case for taking her proposal directly to the High Seraphim and bypassing her superior. In contrast to her Commander, her own workspace was neatly arranged, not a hint of messiness to be found. She cleared her throat. “I tried to talk to you about this a week ago, and you dismissed me.”

“You haven’t said shit to me.”

‘Yes I have,’ she thought to herself, resisting the urge to retort back and begin a verbal tennis match. She knew she’d win – after all, she was much smarter than Adam, and could hold a sentence without swearing, cursing or a sexual innuendo. Stooping to his level would just escalate the situation further than where it needed to be, and if it got to that level she was certain things would get ugly. Fast.

“I’m positive we have had this conversation, Sir.”

“Nup. We haven’t.”

Lute inhaled slowly and deliberately through her nose, trying to supress her already-rising frustration. He was being particularly petulant today, and she found her patience with him was quickly wearing thin. Squaring her shoulders, she continued. “Sir, we were on our way to the eight o’clock agility training session. I remember it clearly as you were complaining that you had a meeting with Sera later that morning. I thought it would be an opportune moment to mention it to you as it would be fresh in your mind when you met with her.”

Adam snorted and leaned forward onto his elbows; the golden facial expression on the screen of his mask fixed into a jeer. “And you think that was a good time to approach me about one of your lame ideas? I thought you were smarter than that. What’s my first rule of working together, sweetie?”

Don’t throw a knife at him. Don’t threaten to disembowel him – as much as you want to. Stay calm, Lieutenant.

“With all due respect, Sir –” Lute growled, her professional tone wavering. “I hardly think that putting limits on when I can and cannot converse with you is conducive to creating a professional working relationship with you.”

“Firstly, we don’t have a professional working relationship, babe. It’s pretty fucking black and white, actually – I’m your boss, you listen to me. It’s not that difficult a concept to grasp.” Lute opened her mouth in anger to protest, but Adam held up a single finger, signalling for her to wait. Dumb move. That single gesture just fuelled the intense rage that was quickly building inside her.

“Secondly, the rule is don’t talk to me about important shit before nine o’clock. Chances are I won’t remember it because I’ll be half asleep, and I’ll give even less of a fuck about what you’ve got so say because you’ve pissed me off before I've had my morning coffee.”

“I’d rather not talk to you at all,” Lute said through gritted teeth. “But, I unlike you, actually care about Extermination Day, and if we continue how we’re currently track-”

“And I, unlike you,” Adam said mockingly in a high-pitched voice that was supposed to sound like Lute’s, “couldn’t give a shit about how many Sinners we slay next Extermination Day, or whatever the fuck it was that you ran to Sera about. The only thing that matters is that we show our faces in Hell on Extermination Day and slaughter some demon ass. That’s it. Those fuckers are scared shitless of us anyway, so it doesn’t matter how many we kill, we'll always have the upper hand. It’s called working smarter, not harder, babe.”

He cannot be serious right now. Does he not realise that our kill rate is slipping, year on year? How this might affect us long-term? That Sinners might start to fight back once they figure out that we’re starting to let our guard down?

“So what you’re telling me,” Lute started, now barely able to contain her vitriol, “Is that you don’t give a flying f-”

“Exactly.” Adam stood up and smirked down at Lute, the smug look of satisfaction on his mark now too much for Lute to bear.

Fuck you, you arrogant prick.

“Conversation’s over. Get back to actually doing your job, Lieutenant, instead of wasting my time with your insignificant, petty bullshit. Don’t fucking pull a stunt like this again.”

Adam strode towards the door of their shared office, pausing briefly as his hand rested on the door handle, his smirk intensifying. “Oh, one more thing.”

“What?” she snapped, head now in her hands. She couldn’t even physically look at him.

“I’m pretty sure we just established that I’m your superior, so a bit of respect would be nice to hear, Lieutenant.”

“What, sir?” Her hands pulled in frustration at her silvery-white bangs that had fallen into her eyes.

“Be a good girl and finish that overdue paperwork for me, would you? I’ve got more important shit to do. It’d be a good reminder for you of what your job actually entails.”

That’s it.

Lute had tried to play nice. Tried to do the right thing and raise her suggestion in a polite, professional manner. Took an alternative avenue once she realised her attempts at improvement were going nowhere. She’d even attempted to sit calmly through his dressing-down without reacting to his bullshit. But now?

She’d finally snapped.

Agilely leaping over her desk so she was in front of his, she picked up one of the multiple long-forgotten mugs that cluttered the surface and hurled it in his general direction.

Lute hadn’t really expected for it to hit him – the act of picking up the mug and throwing it had been born out of built-up frustration and anger at her imbecile boss, a need to expel some of the hatred that had built up over the course of their most recent conversation. The fact that it had connected with the side of his head and shattered into at least a hundred tiny ceramic pieces?

Just a bonus, really. It was just a damn shame it didn’t leave a mug-sized hole in his head.

‘Good. Hope it fucking hurt.’ She allowed herself a moment of satisfaction, taking in his surprise as he lifted a hand to his head and checked for blood. Time to let him have it.

“If anything,” she hissed in a low, dangerous voice. She was now moving towards Adam, one hand clenched by her side, the other pointed threateningly at his face. “Let me get this one thing through your thick head – though more than anything right now, I’d love to drive my sword between your eyes, carve up your tiny, pathetic excuse for a brain and force feed it back to you raw.”

Adam opened his mouth to respond, his surprise at her tone quickly turning to fury, but she didn’t give him the courtesy. He needed to hear this – graphic acts of violence and all.

“Shut it,” she snarled. “Shut the fuck up and just fucking listen for once, as difficult as that is for you. Because I’m not your fucking secretary. I’m not your assistant. I’m here to do my job – which is to provide training and mentorship to the other Exorcists, because you’re too damn incompetent to do it yourself.” Her normally restrained voice grew louder. “Perhaps if you focused more on doing your job, instead of screw-”

“Geez,” Adam drawled, “You’re a fucking little mouthy cunt, aren’t you?” He gripped the wrist of Lute’s outstretched arm, rage etched all over his mask, which had started glitching ever so slightly. Not a good sign.

Ouch. Lute may be the better aim of the two, and more agile, but Adam was had the upper hand when it came to brute strength. She was positive that his hold on her wrist was going to bruise – that was going to be fun to explain once it was noticed. She continued to stare him down, never daring to break eye contact or even blink. She couldn’t let him think he’d won. Even if he did have her arm in a death grip.

She’d rather fall to the depths of Hell than admit defeat to him.

Rap-rap-rap.

“Adam? Lute?” a soft voice called from behind the door. “Is everything alright? I heard something break just now.”

Sera.

Seizing her moment, Lute yanked her wrist from Adam’s grasp and made towards her desk once again.

“Come in, Your Highness,” she called in an uncharacteristically chirpy voice. “Adam accidentally dropped his coffee mug, and it broke, which is what you must have heard. I was just showing him the best way to clean up the mess.”

Adam shot her a filthy look and stomped back to his desk, muttering incoherently under his breath – though Lute was sure she heard the word bitch at least twice.

The handle clicked, and Sera poked her head through the gap between the door and the frame. She frowned at the scattered ceramic pieces that lay forgotten on the floor.

“Are you two… having a disagreement?” she asked concernedly, her large, almond-shaped eyes noticing the glowering looks the two angels were shooting each other. “I thought I could hear shouting.”

“Yeah, we’re fine Sera,” Adam waved his hand dismissively at Lute. “Lieutenant here was just running some ideas past me for next month’s training plan and got a bit carried away.”

‘As if he hadn’t completely flown off the handle just minutes ago’ Lute thought angrily to herself but feigned a smile and nodded politely. Going toe-to-toe with Adam in private was one thing, but she prided herself on keeping her composure around the Seraphim and other senior angels in Heaven. They didn’t need to know about their little disagreement.

Or the hundreds of disagreements that had occurred before this one. None had been quite this heated, though.

This was the only one that had almostended in violence, though. That was a first.

“Oh, excellent.” Sera moved into the room and shut the door behind herself. “What do you think, Adam? Your Lieutenant has some brilliant ideas, which I personally can’t wait to see executed over the coming months. Her presentation to me was very promising.”

The look on Adam’s face was positively feral now. Lute relished this moment and made a mental note to file this look away in her memory bank – seeing him quietly seethe in the presence of his direct superior, knowing it was in his best interest to keep his cool was something she was going to enjoy. To rile him up further, she propped an elbow on her desk, rested her chin in her hand and shot him a quick, satisfied smirk.

Cop that, asshole.

“Yeah,” Adam grumbled, suddenly busying himself with the paperwork on his desk. “They’re good.”

“Well,” Sera clapped her hands together and smiled at Lute, who bowed her head in respect in return. To hear that her proposal was highly regarded by one of the most senior angels in Heaven was praise beyond what she ever expected to receive for her work.

It was certainly more than what her direct boss had ever given her.

“That settles that, then. Lieutenant, if you could please come with me, I’d like to add a couple of things to your training program that I’ve thought of.” Lute nodded and rose from her desk once more, gathering her bag and notes. Noticing that Sera had turned to open the door once more, Adam quickly shot Lute a one-fingered salute to bid her farewell. Lute simply mouthed, “get fucked” in return.

“Oh, Adam, I see you’re working on the monthly training incident report that I asked you to turn in a week ago,” Sera said as he hastily went back to pretending to review his work. “Make sure it’s on my desk by five o’clock, please. I need it for a meeting tomorrow with the other Seraphim.” She turned and glided out the door, Lute only a few footsteps behind – though she took care to accidentally bump Adam’s shoulder with her own as she trailed behind Sera.

“Kiss-ass.”

“Dick.”

Lute closed the door with a little more force than necessary – just for good measure, knowing it would infuriate Adam to no end. Just to rub her victory in a little more. Because, after this round?

The score was Lute – one, Adam – zero.

Laughing to herself, she was sure she could hear Adam cursing her with language colourful enough to paint an entire rainbow as she strolled down the hall to Sera’s office.

Bring it on.

***

The Common Room, Exorcist Training Centre, Heaven

The Training Centre common room was abuzz with idle chatter and echoes of laughter as Lute entered later that morning, determined to continue her work far, far away from Adam. No formal training sessions had been scheduled for that day – the result of his poor timetabling skills, Lute was sure of it.

She would have expected the Exorcists to be using their ‘free’ time to hit the gym, or initiate sparring sessions with one another. Perhaps use the opportunity to enhance their weapon skills or, if they were particularly ambitious, simulation training. Slaying holographic demons was almost as satisfying as the real thing. Just a lot less bloody.

The reality was, on personal development days, the Training Centre turned into a goddamn sorority house. Hundreds of incredibly beautiful women congregated together in the common room, not a helmet or uniform in sight as they lazed about in their casual clothes. Some were huddled together in small groups, hands wrapped around mugs of steaming coffee or tea, giggling at whatever the latest gossip happened to be - usually centred around Adam’s latest squeeze. Others congregated around tables, playing card games (the most popular one lately, Lute had noticed, was an extremely competitive game involving red, green, blue, yellow and black cards that seemed to invoke a lot of shouting and name-calling).

The sight of it all never failed to give Lute a thumping headache. This wasn’t a fucking kindergarten, this was supposed to be work, dammit.

It wasn’t that she was against fun. She knew how to enjoy herself. There was nothing better than cosying up on the couch after a long day at the Training Centre with a hot chocolate, blanket and comforting book. Or an intense, two-hour gym session, sweating her frustrations away – a ritual she religiously undertook every single day, no excuses.

Sometimes, when Lute really wanted to spoil herself, she’d have a bubble bath. Now, that was wild.

Sighing, she located one of the more comfortable, vacant armchairs and slumped into it, allowing her eyes to close for just a moment. Normally she’d redirect the Exorcists to go and use their time more productively but after her earlier verbal sparring match with Adam, she needed a moment to relax before she got stuck into the fresh paperwork Sera had assigned her.

Sera loved paperwork.

Only three more days until I can start to turn this shitshow around.

“You look like hell.”

Lute chuckled softly. Without looking, she knew exactly who had greeted her in such a matter-of-fact way – it was the only person she’d allow to do so without punishment. Opening her eyes, she was graced by the presence of a petite angel perched on the arm of her chair, her soft red, almond-shaped eyes crinkled into a look of concern. She handed Lute a mug of steaming, black coffee which she graciously accepted with a wry smile. This morning’s events called for extra caffeine to get her through the rest of the day.

What an angel.

“Thanks, Vaggie. Rough morning in the office again.”

“Ugh. What did he do this time?”

One of Lute’s favourite things about Vaggie was how she was certain she was the only other Exorcist in the lounge who openly hated Adam as much as she did. Probably because she was one of the only other soldiers who he hadn’t taken to his bed over the years. They both often joked that he was the sole reason Vaggie was a lesbian, that the First Man was so repulsive that he alone caused her to swear off all men.

Lute didn’t have her sexuality as an excuse as to why she’d never slept with him. She just straight up hated him. Plus, it would be highly unprofessional. And he was a cretin.

Did I mention that I hate him?

“He found out I took my proposal to Sera.” Lute took a long sip from the cup, the scalding liquid almost burning her tongue. Perfection. “Then proceeded to lose his shit because he forgot that I’d tried to talk to him about it before I approached her. He thought that I’d undermined him.”

Vaggie rolled her eyes. “Typical. How did it end? Did he threaten to leave you in Cannibal Town next Extermination Day again?”

Speaking of cannibalism, I threatened to feed his own brains to him. That’s normal, right?

“Um, not quite.” Lute began, taking another sip of coffee. “I might have accidentally-on-purpose thrown a mug at his head.”

Also totally normal.

“I’m so proud of you. Did you make him bleed?”

“Sadly not, but there’s always next time.”

Vaggie grinned, clinking her own mug against Lute’s. “I’ll drink to that.”

“Amen. He then called me a mouthy cunt and I’m about ninety percent sure one of us would have caused grievous bodily harm to the other if Sera didn’t walk in at that exact moment. The cherry on top is that she came to tell him we’re going ahead with my plans.” She set her empty mug down on a nearby table and grinned up at Vaggie, who had now crossed her legs and somehow still managed to stay perfectly balanced on the arm of her chair. Tiny little thing, she was. “You should have seen his face, Vaggie. It was glorious. I’m surprised he didn’t self-combust in anger.”

“If only.” Vaggie downed the rest of her drink. “So, if Sera’s approved the plan – congrats, by the way, we need to celebrate - when do you start whipping us into shape?”

“Monday morning. We’re going to announce it in here during the morning address, before we move into the training rooms.” Lute surveyed the Exorcists lounging about. “Don’t know how the girls will take it, though. Can’t say I’ve scheduled too many days like this.”

“It won’t be easy at first,” Vaggie warned. “They’re too used to this kind of freedom.”

“I know, and if Adam undermine-”

“UNO!”

Lute and Vaggie whipped their heads around simultaneously at the sudden high-pitched squeal, Vaggie almost losing her balance and toppling off the armchair in the process. A group of five Exorcists were at a nearby table, playing the colourful card game that seemed to be all the rage.. One was grinning madly as she clutched a single card to her chest.

“What even is that?”

Vaggie’s eyes widened.

“Seriously? You’ve never played Uno? I know you’re a hermit Lute, but come on.”

“No,” Lute admitted, “Who would I play with anyway, besides you?”

“Fair point. But – and I say this with love – I’m worried that you’ve thrown yourself into your work a little too much lately, especially with this new program you’ve created. You need to relax a little.”

“What does it look like I’m doing now?” Lute grumbled. “If I’m not training, working, or exercising, I’m relaxing.”

“Lute,” Vaggie laughed. “I could see how tense you are as soon as you walked in here – and to be honest, you’d be uptight even if you didn’t have a crappy morning. This isn’t chilling out. Relaxing is letting your hair down, getting a drink after training with the girls. Playing cards,” She nodded towards the group of angels, the girl who was holding one card now picking multiple others up from a pile, cursing her friends as they all giggled amongst each other. “Try it, you might enjoy it. It’s actually pretty fun, once you get the hang of it. I absolutely annihilated Scout the other week, she wouldn’t talk to me for three days.”

“Maybe. It’s probably blurring the lines between me being their superior and being their friend, though.”

“Oh yeah,” Vaggie said dryly. “And you don’t think them taking turns being Adam’s flavour of the week blurs any lines, do you?”

Dammit. She’s got a point.

Lute screwed up her nose in disgust.

“That’s different. I’m professional, he’s… not.”

“I’m not saying sleep with them, geez.” Vaggie rolled her eyes and slid into a standing position. “I’m just suggesting maybe try being friendly with the other girls, that’s all.”

“Fine. Once the program’s under way. If they don’t hate me for kicking their asses and making them actually work.”

“You may be a hardass, but nobody’s gonna hate you.” Vaggie held out her hand, motioning for Lute to take it. “Come on. Let’s grab lunch, I’m starving.”

Would it be so bad if I let my guard down… just a little?

Lute took her friend’s hand, allowing herself to be pulled up off the seat. She grimaced slightly at the tenderness in her wrist where Adam had grabbed her – no doubt there’d be a bruise there tomorrow.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Vaggie slung her arm around her friend’s shoulders as they walked towards the cafeteria together. “Buckle up, buttercup. Shit’s about to get interesting.”

***

Chapter Two

#guitarspear #guardrock #lute x adam #adam x lute #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin lute #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfic #guitarspear fic

[yuna542]

Masterlist

Car Ride

Pairing: Im Jang-Do × Reader|Myeong-Gils daugther

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol & Sex, Explicit Smut, Oral (m receiving), fingering, Daddy Kink, age difference, pet names, swearing, public sex

Summary: Im Jang-Do. The strategy management director of Smile Capital and right hand of Myeong-Gil has to do his job as a personal bodyguard for the daughter of his boss once again, as she ran away and pick her up at a party. But this night something is different...

Note: Yes he‘s a villain, and yes he’s hot. So don’t blame me… Have fun with this OS and tell me if you liked it <3

"Such a pain in the ass," you muttered, though loud enough for the ex-cop behind the wheel to hear. Through the rearview mirror, you could see him raise an eyebrow, eyes fixed on the road as you sped down Soul at a hundred miles an hour.

"You know very well that your father doesn't like to see you partying wildly and indulging in pleasure..."

His deep voice literally vibrated off the walls of the black SUV. He had chosen his private car for this assignment. It was swanky, shiny, suited him.

You crossed your arms and looked out the window:

"I'm not that drunk."

He smirked and looked at your long crossed legs through the mirror, disappearing endlessly behind the seats under the black minidress.

"Oh yeah? I got you out of there just in time. You were standing on a table getting undressed."

A snort was the only response. You just wanted a night out, to clear your head and get away from all the stress your father put on you every day. He wanted you to take over Smile Capital one day, taught you all the disciplines. In addition to economics, credit business and proper behavior, there was also how to hold a gun, manipulate or intimidate people to your advantage.

You were almost an adult, still a teenager at heart. You longed for freedom, fun and passion. Jang-Do could understand that. However, you were always going overboard. When you entered a room, all eyes were on you, one or the other gasped in awe, others just stared with envy. You were intelligent, beautiful, with attentive eyes and a body that would drive any man out of his mind. He couldn't help but notice your cleavage tonight, as the dress seductively revealed a glint of your breasts. Your waist narrow, your curves soft, plush, thick. It would never occur to him to touch his boss's daughter. After all, you were so young and he had become your nanny by now. He liked to talk himself into working as a bodyguard and yet it was he who picked you up from excessive parties or criminal events. If your father knew half of what he had seen, he would be more than incensed.

Even though you'd had a long night, the car smelled like sweet honey laced with rose water since you got in, in addition to its pungent aftershave.

"It was just getting fun, you have to barge in like my babysitter and ruin everything," you opined, bobbing your foot slightly with the red highheel shimmering on your foot in the car's blue LED light.

"Better call me your bodyguard.... It's less humiliating."

You smirked and returned his gaze over the mirror for the first time that evening. Your lips gleamed from the lip gloss you'd just applied and one eyebrow lifted in amusement.

"Did you wake up because of me?" you asked, noticing his rumpled shirt, only half buttoned, and messy hair that was usually neatly styled. Others would have felt guilty, might have apologized. You just smiled, as if pleased by that fact.

"Couldn't sleep anyway," he grumbled, quickly averting his eyes as he lost track of the road for a second, caught in your eyes. That was the truth. The call from Myeong-Gil had reached him just as he was tossing and turning in bed, desperate for sleep. His boss had informed him that his only daughter, a hothead, barely tamable, much like her father, had gone off on her own. He had found your bed empty. You had once again gotten out of the window to escape the gaze of the guards Myeong-Gil had hired to keep an eye on you. But this was a job that had to be handled with discretion. Therefore, Jang-Do was given the job once again. He already suspected that you had gone to one of the three bars you preferred, and he was asked to pick you up and bring you back.

Annoyed, he slipped into his clothes, took his car keys and went to the bars. He found what he was looking for in the second one.

A bar called Pink Flamingo. He was just through the door when he spotted your long legs on the bar. All around you full of people cheering you on as you danced, drank shots and singing along loudly. The way you drew attention to yourself, enjoying it and playing with the attentiveness of the men below made him pause for a moment and watch you. Your bright laughter cut through the sweat-soaked air like a glistening light. The way you moved your hips to the beat of the music, letting your hands roam over your stomach, your sides, your breasts. He had been entranced until one of the young men who were far too normal, far too inferior to even breathe in your presence:

"Strip!"

Directly others joined in. Both girls and boys. All charmed by you and your charisma. He couldn't help but think of the old tales of sirens and nymphs who made people run smiling to their doom with just the blink of an eye or a smile.

Until now, he thought you were a pretty but headstrong girl who hadn't seen much and knew even less. But now that you were sitting in his back seat, your eyes fixed on the colorful lights of Soul, he could see a certain wisdom in you.

Before you could pull your dress up further, he had closed his hand around your ankle and looked up at you warningly. It had taken you a while to recognize your father's right hand and strategy management director of Smile Capital through the fog caused by the alcohol.

"Get down! Now!" his voice was calm, cutting, and as deep as the ocean.

The sharp jawline, the high cheekbones, the deep black eyes radiated a masculinity that made you bite your lower lip. No one, really no one dared to speak to you like that. Because of your name, your father, or your appearance.

Most trembled at your presence, despite your age. Not Jang-Do. He'd always been untouchable to your charm. At least, that's how it seemed.

Always grim-faced, he did not respond to your attempts at flirtation, nor did he succumb to your looks.

Not even there when you smiled, sat down on the bar, and pulled his hand into your lap.

"Jang-do! Why don't you come and have a drink with me?"

Unimpressed, he stared at you while the people around you eyed you curiously. Your hand was small and soft in his big strong ones.

"We're leaving. Now!" he ordered, pulling you on from the bar. You resisted, trying to fight off his hands as he pushed you through the people.

"Stop it! If you don't let go of me, I'll have you fired!" you hissed, but he only snorted what sounded very much like a laugh.

Even if you had the power, you would never do it. Jang-Do has been a confidant for too long, and there were few of those among your kind.

Outside, in front of the club, you successfully refused to go any further, clinging to a lantern. Sighing, he massaged his temples as you stubbornly glared at him:

"You can't do this! Leave me alone already!"

He shoved his hands into his pockets and watched you cling to the lantern like a drowning woman. It almost looked cute.

"I can't and you know it. Now come on and save us both some time."

You drew your eyebrows together and pushed your lower lip forward. Pouting, you slowly disengaged your arms from the lantern, careful, as if one wrong move could set off a shot. Jang-Do raised his eyebrows in anticipation, recognizing the flash of an idea in your eyes before you could run. Squealing, he caught you and threw you over his shoulder. Cursing, you drummed on his broad shoulders as he carried you to his huge car in front of everyone who turned to look at you. His fingers were tight on your thighs and with a red face you noticed how your dress was riding up. At the car he opened the back door, lowered you and finally you got in. But not before giving him the middle finger in the face.

"Fuck you," you whispered, tugging your dress back into place.

There was actually a smile on his lips as he slammed the door behind you and climbed into the driver's seat.

After you sighed emphatically the third time, he exhaled audibly and looked in the mirror:

"What?"

You looked at his hands, veins trailing over them, like a ripened leaf.

"I'm hungry."

His index finger tapped up and down on the steering wheel until he finally said:

"Burger?"

With a satisfied smile, you nodded quickly and he caught himself smiling too as you looked out the window again, appeased.

At a fast food joint, he pulled up. The stars shone in the cloudy sky. It was a mild night, with balmy breezes swirling the dust on the streets.

You ordered a whole menu. Burgers, fries, coke with lots of ice. The alcohol and the dancing had made you hungry. He himself took a ginger beer and paid for everything.

He drove you to the Han River so the people in the parking lot couldn't keep staring at you. The girl in the Louis Vuitton dress, with the Chanel heels, and her big muscular protector in the Gucci shirt looked strangely out of place in a cheap fast food restaurant.

He parked the car under a bridge and you sat down in the open trunk overlooking the water. It was quiet, cooler than right in the city, and he watched you kick off your heels, put them behind you, and devour your menu with dangling feet.

Right now you didn't look like the daughter of an influential loan shark and brutal gangster. You looked like a pretty girl, just coming of age, happy to have a burger and full of energy. He wondered if you only showed yourself like that around him. You were always perfect in front of the others. You never flinched. Eloquent and above it all. Even in front of your father, you never seemed relaxed or like yourself.

"Jang-do?"

He startled up from his thoughts, noticing that you had finished eating and were just sipping your drink.

"Huh?"

"If you weren't here.... Where would you like to be?" you asked, looking at him with so much curiosity in your eyes that his breath caught.

Your thighs brushed his and he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt as he answered:

"You mean if I didn't have to babysit you?" he asked and you lifted your gaze from his muscular forearms.

"Bodyguard."

He laughed. It was a strange sound, and yet you wanted to hear it again. You leaned against his shoulder teasingly.

"You know what I mean."

He ran his hand through his hair, looking at your silver necklace with a crescent moon on it. You'd gotten it from your mother one day. Just before she died. Since then, he had never seen you without it. It lay on your skin like liquid silver and he resisted the urge to touch the place where it touched your collarbone.

"I've heard Hawaii is beautiful," he said, and you smiled. Immediately, images of raffia skirts and hula dancers popped into your head.

"And you? If you didn't have to take over Smile Capital? What would you do?" he asked, his interest making your cheeks blush a little.

"I'd like to dance."

He frowned in wonder, feeling your body lean against his, warm and soft.

"Dancing, really?" he asked incredulously.

You felt directly silly. You had never told anyone about your hobby. Since childhood, you loved to dance. From ballet to hip-hop and standard dances, you had done it all.

"Yes. Anywhere. On stages, in the theater, or teaching it to others. It doesn't matter."

You expected him to laugh at you. Make fun of you, or even be disgusted. Instead, he looked out at the river, the way the city lights shimmered on the surface like jewelry.

"It suits you."

The smile widened and he thought he had never seen anything more beautiful. Now it made sense to him why you went out partying so often. There you could dance regardless of your surroundings, let off steam without the fear of being stopped by your father. Or of being dragged out by his right hand.

But that was his job and the life you were born into.

That's when his eyes fell on the time on his phone and he stood up. Almost in a panic, you looked up at him.

"I really should take you home now."

"Please don't!" it escaped you and he closed his eyes for a moment, building up all his resistance against your big pleading eyes.

"Why don't you just want to go back?" he asked, rummaging in his back pocket for the car keys.

"I hate it there. Always the same. I'm trapped, never free to do what I want," you said, realizing you were finally being honest for once.

"And yet I have to take you back."

You stood up and just as he had the car keys in his hand, you sped forward and got a hold of them. Quickly you ran around the car, afraid he might grab you again.

But he stopped, looked at you blankly and tilted his head slightly.

"What are you doing?"

You raised the key in the air and jingled it playfully.

"If you want them, you'll have to get past me first."

You grinned wildly and he laughed throatily again. Glancing at the ground, he kicked a rock away and looked back up at you.

"You don't want to do that."

You continued around the car, to the passenger side, wiggling your eyebrows defiantly.

"You don't know what I want!"

Actually, he hadn't gotten up to play catch with a rebellious girl, and yet he felt the need to bend you over his hood to see if you still had such a big mouth with his handprint on your ass. Slowly he walked around the car, keeping you in his eyes like a lynx on the lookout. Your heart leapt with excitement and before you could react, he chased you around the car. Squealing, you tried to escape, but he reached you at the hood at the latest, grabbed your wrist and pressed you against the cold metal.

You hid the key behind your back and withstood his penetrating eye contact. Defiantly you jutted your chin at him, even as his eyes roamed over your face, scrutinizing your lips, and you realized how close he was to you. His chest was pressed against yours, his hip against yours, and he pushed one knee between your legs to get to the key.

Only when his lips hovered right in front of yours did he seem to realize what had just happened. You thought he would back away, turn away and scowl. Instead, you felt his hot breath bounce against your lips and his hand find its way to your hip. He was older. Much older and yet the gleam in his eyes was young, his broad shoulders agile and his desire real. Your body heat made him increasingly lose his mind, and he whispered in a voice so low it made you shiver:

"What are you doing?"

Your eyes wandered up and down until you gently placed your free hand against his chest.

"What are you doing?" you repeated his question, barely more than a breath.

"I want my key!"

"Uh-huh."

You slowly took out the hand with the key, but right now you could only pay attention to his firm chest, his attractive face hovering in front of yours, and his tart masculine smell.

The hood was pressed tighter and tighter against your butt and he made no effort to put distance between you. Gradually, pure fire rose in his eyes and desire slammed its claws into you.

"You can have them," you whispered, unable to speak louder.

Your hand with the key hovered next to his shoulder, but he was no longer interested. Instead, he pulled your chin closer and your lips collided. The key fell onto the hood with a click as he grabbed you by the hips, lifted you onto it, and stepped between your legs. Your hands flew into his hair, pulling at it as your lips collided hard.

It was a fireworks display of passion, lust and desire. Pure heat gripped you and you hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, touching his abs, sighing into his mouth as he cupped your breasts, kneading them until you felt dizzy. Your legs were wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer

Desperately, he bit your lower lip until you opened your mouth a little. He let his tongue slip in and played with yours. His dominance made you melt like butter in his hands. His lips found their way down your neck, sucking on the crook of your neck as he pushed the straps of your dress off your shoulders.

"Shit... Jang-Do," you gasped, overwhelmed by the sudden excitement that gathered red-hot between your legs.

Your father would kill you both with his own hands. Jang-Do slowly and agonizingly, that was clear to him, and yet the idea that he was taking something that belonged to his boss fired him.

He pushed your dress down until your breasts sprang free and watched you for a moment. The cold air on your heated skin made you shiver. At your hips, the dress had ridden up so far that you sat with your bare ass on the cool hood. A red thong soaked between your legs.

"Such pretty tits... A shame I'm only seeing them now," he purred, and you gasped softly as he twirled your nipples between his fingers. Then he clasped a sensitive bud and sucked on it until you fell backward, clinging to his neck to stay even halfway upright.

He worked the soft flesh of your breasts with his mouth and kneaded the other breast until you felt dizzy and impatiently pressed your middle against his crotch.

"Jang-Do please!" you sighed, clawing into his chest. You could feel how hard he was. Even through the fabric of his pants.

"Please what? Use your words baby girl," he murmured in your ear, pulling lightly on your hair to press his mouth against your throat.

"Please fuck me. Please!"

You would have been embarrassed by the pleading otherwise, but right now, with him touching you in a way that made your body melt before him, you didn't care.

"Who would have thought? The little princess is a little whore...begging to be fucked by me," he murmured, stroking his fingers through your wet folds. Pressing his thumb on your clit, he murmured:

"Don't you think you should start by apologizing for making me work overtime tonight because of you?"

His eyes gleamed like those of a predator on the prowl. His jaw twitched and you would have done anything at that moment. He enjoyed the fact that the tough, untouchable girl looked pleadingly small with her big eyes, almost tearing up under his touch.

Quickly you nodded, gasping as he put more pressure directly on your clit and that's when he slid his index and middle fingers into your mouth. Greedily you sucked on it, circling it with your tongue as you would suck his dick and he grumbled:

"Fuck... You're way too sexy for your age."

Satisfied, you took his fingers all the way down your throat and bobbed your head until his pants were so tight it hurt.

"On your knees, princess!" he commanded, just as he commanded his employees, but with a hint of softness in his voice that immediately made you sink to the ground.

The sight made him tense as you knelt on your knees before him, tits out, lips plush and red, eyes sparkling with arousal.

He opened his pants, pushed them down along with his boxers, and sighed in relief when his hard dick finally sprung free.

You got wide-eyed, trembling at the size and doubting you could take it.

He took it in his hand, stroked himself a few times before saying with a slight grin:

"Suck my dick and maybe I'll consider fucking you senseless."

You put a hand around his base and first licked the bit of precum off his tip before licking the length of his massive dick once. He watched stunned as you wrapped your lips around his tip and began to move your head evenly. Each time you took him deeper until you were quietly gagging. The warmth and wetness of your mouth made him gasp and he buried one hand in your hair. The other landed on the hood with a loud clap as he guided your head to thrust deep into your throat. You couldn't breathe, his length teasing the back of your throat. Tears welled up in your eyes as his speed increased and he thrust ruthlessly into your mouth. The little sinful noises you made, the choking, the whimpering only turned him on more until he fucked your mouth roughly, hand tugging your hair and he gasped deeply breathless.

"So good for me... Taking my cock like a slut. Fuck," he murmured, and you pressed your thighs together to soothe the moist heat a bit.

Your throat ached, as did your knees from the gravel floor, and yet there was this insatiable arousal. His curses became throatier and heavier as he was about to cum. He thrust deep into your throat a few more times until your nose bumped against the soft fuzz on his lower belly and you gagged with narrowed eyes.

Then he came and his hot cum shot into your mouth, leaving you gasping and struggling for breath as you swallowed it all.

He pulled his still rock hard dick out of your mouth with a plop and the corners of his mouth twitched as saliva and his cum made your lips glisten.

With his thumb he brushed away a few remnants and hummed animatedly as you licked them from his finger.

He offered you a hand and helped you back to your feet, where he gently brushed the sweaty hair from your forehead and removed the smeared makeup from under your eyes with his hands. The sudden caring was a strange contrast after he had just abused your face so violently.

But the heat between your legs was by now so unbearable that you whimpered softly.

He noticed how you rubbed your legs together, smiled knowingly and kissed your lips lovingly.

"For sucking my cock that well, you should be rewarded..."

Happily, you pressed against him and nodded.

"Do you want to be rewarded, baby girl?" he asked, running his thumb over your nipple.

"Yes, Daddy."

The words came over your lips without you knowing how he would react. Surprised, he raised his eyebrows and with satisfaction you felt his dick twitching uneasily against your belly. He liked the nickname.

"Don't worry, Daddy will take care of your pretty little pussy," he growled and everything inside you cried out in anticipation.

That's when he spun you around, pressing you fast and hard onto the hood so that your hands banged loudly on it. Until your butt was raised and he pushed your legs apart with one foot so he had a better view of the wet spot between them.

"You think you can take my big cock? Have you ever had one this big?" he asked, hungry and full of desire as he pulled your panties down until he finally had a view of your shiny hole. Rattling your breath, you propped yourself up on the car and shook your head.

"Never. Never been fucked by such a big cock."

He nodded slowly, stroking his fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness until you gasped desperately. Then, without warning, he pushed two fingers into you from behind, began pumping them inside you, curling them so they hit your sweet spot each time. Gasping, you tried to see straight, but his long fingers were too good, too deep, for you to even think clearly.

"Fuck you're tight. I think I might be gonna break you..." he murmured, but sounded like he was looking forward to it.

You couldn't take it any longer, reaching your hips out for him to finally fill you up. You needed his dick as the air to breathe, which is why you breathlessly said:

"Please break me, Daddy! Ruin me! Have it your way."

He laughed softly, pumping his fingers inside you a few more times until you rolled your eyes with a moan. Then he put his tip to your entrance, teasing you by running it through your lips, and murmured:

"If that's what the princess wants, I can hardly refuse her wish."

Your head went blank as he sunk into you. Your body cracked in half and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he stretched you, painfully widening your walls while groaning loudly.

Your knees went weak, but he held you so tightly at the waist that you couldn't fall.

As he slowly pulled out again, and slammed into you again tears welled up in your eyes, and from your throat only ticked off sounds escaped you.

"You're crushing me.... Fuck..." he gasped, throbbing deep inside you.

"So... so big..." you moaned, and as he began thrusting fast inside you, the curses and words became an incomprehensible high-pitched mixture of sounds. Soon the pain mixed with pleasure and the night air was filled with the slap of his hips against your ass and the wet sound of your aching cunt coupled with your naughty noises and his muffled moans. Your cunt swallowed his length deeper and he never wanted to sink into another pussy again. Yours was made for him. Your body arched under him, your breasts pressed tightly against the hood of his car and his fingers so tight on your hips that imprints would be left by his hands. He thrust into you faster, harder, enjoying how your walls welcomed him and you crumbled beneath him.

Curses escaped him as you moaned his name like a mantra between the pornographic noises.

The coil in your belly ruptured with a loud pop and a wave of white pleasure swept you along. Your orgasm rolled over you like a tsunami wave, leaving you world fading and your body trembling.

Jang-Do cursed between clenched teeth as you nearly crushed him and after a few deep thrusts that made you see stars he came inside you too.

He extended his climax by thrusting sloppy into your sore pussy a few more times and then pulled his dick out of you. Strings of his white hot load pulled out of your cunt as it ran down your thigh and you remained motionless on the hood. Fucked out and cockdrunk. Your thoughts only returned in shreds. Control of your body only much later. You heard him zipping your pants and looking at his handiwork.

"So pretty... Filled up with my cum," he murmured, catching what leaked out of you with his fingers to push it back into your hole.

You moaned and your fingernails clawed into the hood as he finger fucked his cum back into your cunt.

"We don't want to waste anything," he murmured, then helped you put on your panties and dress.

You still couldn't say anything, your head was buzzing too much and your body was completely wrecked. He helped you into the car. This time into the passenger seat and only when he sat next to you, slipping the key into the ignition, did you look at him. Your makeup was ruined, as was your hair, but Jang-Do could never look away. He had never seen anything more beautiful than your swollen lips, your tear stained cheeks, and the feathery expression from the orgasm that reverberated across your face.

"My dad will kill you if he finds out."

Your voice still sounded brittle, your throat felt sore.

He let the engine rev and pulled back onto the road.

"Then I hope he won't find out. But that's your decision."

His gaze was on the road, his handsome mouth contorted contentedly into a smirk. He placed his fate in your hands, just as you had revealed your soul and body to him. In doing so, he proved that he did not take it lightly. It had meaning. And he would pay with his life if it depended on it.

You nodded slowly and leaned back in your seat. The streets were empty so late and your eyelids grew heavy.

The silence was comfortable and you reached for his hand that lay loosely between you. Surprised, he gave you a quick glance as you placed it on your thigh, but then he closed his fingers around your soft flesh.

He accompanied you to your front door and gave you a curt nod before turning to leave, but you held him back by the arm. Questioning, he turned back to you and saw you smiling warmly.

With your hands firmly on his chest, you kissed him. It was more the promise of a kiss. Your soft lips feather light on his, barely a second before you pulled back and opened the door. Before you could disappear inside, your eyes met and your cheeks grew hot again.

"See you tomorrow," he said goodbye, memorizing every detail once more before the door would slam shut.

The line of your shoulders, the shape of your cupids bows, the shape of your legs under the hem of your dress.

Tomorrow you would meet again and today would never have happened. This was important to both of your survival and yet it didn't feel final.

"See you tomorrow," you murmured. Your voice sweet as caramel. He nodded curtly, turned, and before he could walk the long stone path to the mansion's exit, you stopped him once more:

"Jang-Do?"

He turned to you again, as he had so many times before.

"Huh?"

You leaned your temple against the door and said:

"Turn your cell phone on loud tomorrow night. You might have to work overtime again."

The corners of his mouth lifted slowly and he walked backward a few steps, a knowing gleam in his eye. Respectfully, he tilted his head and you thought you could really get used to the sincere smile.

"Understood."

You waited until he was out of sight and the engine of his car died away somewhere in the distance. Then you pulled the door shut, freezing as you felt the cool tiles beneath the soles of your feet.

A giggle escaped you in the darkness of the hallway as you realized you had left your shoes in Jang-Do's trunk.

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© Sky-yuna — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

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[ceilingfan5]

"Yeah I’m fully understanding the murder part, just not why you’re the one who needs to solve it??"

“So you’re not like, a cop? You gotta tell me, you know, legally you gotta tell me, if you’re a fuckin’ cop, my man.” Taako folds his arms, his shirt with the piñata fringe making this look a lot less serious than he intended. 

“I swear to you, I am not a cop,” Detective Kravitz says. “See, it says so, on my business card.” He hands Taako a business card with shiny red lettering on matte black, KRAVITZ. Private Detective for Hire. Not a cop. 

Taako flips it over. On the back is a glossy magnifying glass, highlighting his phone number. Taako snickers and pockets it. He tugs his holographic cargo skirt back up and squints at Kravitz. Kravitz poses awkwardly, trying to look serious, but not too serious, but not too unprofessional. Dork. Taako wants to eat him.

“Yeah, okay. You’re too stylish to be a cop.”

Kravitz beams, which makes Taako feel really warm suddenly. He shouldn’t be blushing. He kind of forgot he still could. 

“Anyway, I was wondering if you had any-”

“Hot clues, Scooby-doo?” Taako teases. He hops up to sit on the counter and surveys his thrift store kingdom. He crosses his legs, and watches Kravitz catch an enticing flash as he kicks his legs up. That’s right, dork, look. Look allll you want. 

“Ah, I was going to say insight, any insight into the murders committed outside your loading dock last night?”

“Aw shit, there were murders? I’m gonna barf.” Taako tries really hard to look distressed. This is sort of difficult, because he was the one who sort of exsanguinated those assholes. And they didn’t even taste that good. 

“I,” Kravitz blinks, taking out a notebook, and pulling a sleek black pen from behind his ear. God, this idiot is cute. It isn’t fair. “I was under the impression you were the one who called it in?”

“Um, nah,” Was he? Fuck. No, no, uh, he made someone else do it. Who was working this morning. “I think Magnus found ‘em, he was pretty shocked.” 

“Oh, sorry, I thought-” Kravitz scrawls something on his dumb little notebook. “Remind me your name, then, if you don’t mind?”

“Taako,” Taako says, instantly regretting not choosing an alias. He is sort of wearing a nametag, though. Not that he has to cooperate with this investigation. “Do we really have to talk about this? I feel like I’m going to pass out.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Taako, but I’m trying to solve this murder.” 

"Yeah I’m fully understanding the murder part, just not why you’re the one who needs to solve it?" 

“Well,” Kravitz puts down his notebook, pausing. He chews something over in his head. “I don’t want to say anything untoward about the police, but,” and then he looks at Taako pointedly, and Taako snorts. 

“Yeah, I mean, you’re right, but weren’t they like. Trying to break into the place? They-” Whoops, don’t incriminate your own dumb vampire ass! “Magnus said they had guns?” 

“Good to know,” Kravitz says, pointedly writing something else down. Taako sweats. He smells really good. Like, really good. Why the fuck does he have to be playing Inspector Gadget? Can’t he come keep Taako warm at night instead? 

“Anyway, I gotta put out some more inventory. Treasure Adventure isn’t gonna thrift itself.” And he hops off the counter. Kravitz looks at him, mouth a funny line. 

“Taako, are board games with missing pieces and bead purses from 2005 more important than lives, snuffed out, by some kind of murderer?” 

“Lot of other kinds of people snuffing out lives these days?” Taako snaps. “You wanna say monsters or dickheads next?” 

“Taako, is there anything you want to elaborate on?”

“No, I don’t think there is,” Taako says firmly. “Maybe I’m just feeling unsafe in my workplace, asshole, you ever think of that? It’s terrifying to- be- here! I gotta keep selling garbage? For minimum wage? Where something like that happened! What if those guys were coming to stick the place up and I was the one that got murdered, would you be as persistent about that case, Columbo?” 

“Yes,” Kravitz says, eyes wide. His heart is pounding more about the awkward situation than it was about the dead bodies. He has a little arrhythmia. It’s kind of cute. “Of course I would.”

Taako throws his hands in the air and exclaims wordlessly, and marches off, which is the only way he saw out of the conversation. Kravitz, to his credit, stands there looking sweaty, and then goes to bother another employee instead. 

Taako hides in the breakroom and pretends he doesn’t feel weird about it. He pretends he doesn’t care about it at all. 

Funny, how things might have been different if someone had cared to look into what happened when he died. 

But he doesn’t want to think about that. He wants to think about seducing that trenchcoat-wearing loser away from the lawful side. Yeah, that’s it. For sure.

#taz #taakitz #tazb #the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance #fan5fics #taz balance #taakitz fic

[cherrygirli]

Leon Kennedy! Drunk bitch

Warnings: noncon, r@pe, slut shamming, degrading, age gab (reader is 20 and Leon is 40) squirting, abuse, vomit (not in a sexual way) drugging, big dick Leon. 18+ MDI.

Leon was at some collage party looking for a quick fuck, a small baggy with some Rohypnol in it the. Lucky enough for him some drunk bitch was dancing with her cup unsupervised “hm easy”.

He pours a little in her cup hoping no one saw (no one did). Siting and waiting for it to kick in, after a while Leon noticed her stumping, he smirks.

“Hey you ok girly” he asks trying to sound concerned “my head hurts” she mumbles “here come with me” they start to walk to his car. He opens the back door pushing her in getting in after her “wait my friends-“ “can live 5 minutes with out you” he lifts her skirt and noticed she didn’t have any panties on “your dirty slut, basicly begging to be fucked” she tryings to push him off her failing miserably “no” she was to weak and drugged to actually try and fight him off of her “shh baby take it like a good girl” he pulls his fat cock out.

“No stop please” tears start to well up in her eyes “stop your bitching” he punches her in the face then thrusts into her without warning, “OW” he screams out in pain “if you don’t shut the fuck up i swear to god I’ll fucking kill you” he says in a sickly sweet tone rubbing her clit slightly before he starts to thrust into her “oh fuck baby your pussy’s so fucken tight~” she starts to moan in pleasure “she baby you like that shit, stupid fucking slut, practically begging to be raped”.

Leon starts to bit and suck on her neck pulling her dress down her tits falling out “no bra or panties fucking whore” her eyes roll to the back of her head her moans getting louder “shut up!” Leon wraps his hand around her throat and start to squeeze not to hard but hard enough. Her pussy clenches around his cock signalling she was going to cum “fucking cum you little cunt” Leon start to rub her clit thrusting his cock into her even faster and harder. She squeals as she gushes all over his cock squirting her cum all over him “shes a squirter” he smirks at this “stop please, sensitive” she bluers these words out her pussy aching from the constant abuse “not until I cum in this pussy I ain’t stopping” she starts to cry trying to push him off her.

He grabs her hips thrusting into her hard “fuck I’m gonna cum!” He throws his head back teeth chancing “AW FUCK” he shoots his cum inside her panting loudly, he stays there trying to catch his breath “get off me” she sobs out. Leon lifts his head and pulls his cock out wiping it clean with some tissue that where in the back “why are you so annoying” she try’s to get up and open the door behind her but Leon was quicker then her “I swear to go bitch you leave when I say you leave” he slaps her in the face then he start beating the shit out of her, pulling her hair, punching her in the gut. “Get the fuck out of my car” he pushes her out of his car and drives off.

“Holy shit are you ok!?” Some random party girl runs up to her disheveled body blood and forming busies all over her “n-no” she throws up “it’s ok hunny come” she helps her up “someone call the cops!” She yells out, the last thing on her mind was reporting him all she cared about was seeing him again. She knows that’s kinda weird, wanting to see the guy who had just raped and abused her. But she did care. She wanted him inside her again.

#agepl@y #r@pe kink #smut #leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #abuse k1nk

[jungk0oksthighs]

Over The Odds | Regrets Pt.2 

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 2.5k

Drabble 12 - Your day goes from bad to worse

warnings: swearing, heated argument, 

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

Namjoon: Hey Y/N… Just got to the coffee place and there’s tonnes of paparazzi, do you want to come to my apartment instead? I’ll send the address now [received: 22 minutes ago]

Y/N: I’m outside [sent: 1 minute ago]

Namjoon: Doors open x [received: just now]

Namjoon’s new apartment feels far from new; the furniture, the smell, even the colour scheme is identical to the apartment he had when the two of you were in a relationship. You swallow thickly, somewhat nervous to be alone with him for the first time in years. His living space is small but homely, you make your way through the narrow corridor before eventually finding him in a bright yellow kitchen with oak wooden cabinets and the scent of coffee staining the air.

“Hey,” His dimples show when he turns to face you, a bright smile tugging his features, “Do you still have blonde coffee blend?”

“I do, I can’t believe you remember that.” You smile back, already regretting this decision. You’re going behind Jungkook’s back to have coffee with your ex-boyfriend who may or may not be seeing Jennie – Jungkook’s kind of ex. It’s a complicated situation to say the least.

“I made you a coffee every morning for six months, it’s hard to forget.” He chuckles mostly to himself.

There’s a small white two seater table in front of the window, a vase filled with freshly cut flowers stands in the middle. You take it upon yourself to sit there and take off your leather jacket, draping it over the back of the butter coloured chair. Joon’s clumsily preparing two drinks at the other end of the room, his big hands accidentally spilling the ingredients as he goes along – some things never change.

A dull vibration in your jeans causes you to jump, you quickly glance at the notification when a tidal wave of guilt comes crashing over you:

Jungkook: I can’t wait until tomorrow to see you, are you free tonight?

It’s like he purposely picked the worst moment possible to text, reminding you what you’re doing right now. He’s at the office stressing about work and the police investigation while you’re having a casual coffee date with the one person in the world you know he has a problem with. You’re frowning lightly, lips pursed into a flat line as you type a quick reply, since Namjoon’s too busy cleaning up after himself to notice.

Y/N: What do you have in mind?

Jungkook: Dinner at my place? I’ll even cook for you

A blissful yet amused sigh escapes you at the idea of Jungkook wearing an apron and preparing a meal from scratch, he’s usually more of a ‘let’s go to a five star restaurant tonight’ or even a ‘why don’t we take the jet to Italy today and have a real Italian?’ kind of guy. Can he even cook? You think to yourself, locking your phone and shoving it back into your pocket after sending another fast reply.

Y/N: If I say yes you have to promise you won’t kill me with food poisoning

“…Alright, blonde coffee blend with almond milk and one sweetener.” Namjoon says proudly, placing a large purple mug down in front of you.

“Thank you.” You smile, a little nervous to be alone in his company.

It seems as though you didn’t get the memo – you’re wearing blue ripped jeans, a copped white Motley Crúe shirt and white converse with sunglasses atop of your head, feeling somewhat underdressed compared to your ex who’s sitting opposite you sporting a baby blue dress shirt and black slacks, sipping at his coffee that’s definitely not cooled down enough yet.

“So,” He’s the first to speak, fingertips rhythmically tapping his mug, “How have you been? Aside from the obvious.”

“I’m okay actually, all things considered.” You give him eye contact and a small smile, unable to rid your stomach of the guilt trying to gnaw its way out, “How about you?”

“I’m okay.” He nods, his gaze flickering from your face to the window, zoning in on the traffic below, “I’m glad you came, I was worried you wouldn’t want to see me after what happened when I saw you at the club.”

“Well we’re just friends, right?” You don’t know who you’re trying to convince, you feel selfish for even being here when you know he still has feelings for you, an apologetic smile tugs the corners of your mouth, “Friends can have coffee together, it’s no big deal.”  

At this he visibly stiffens with pinched brows, erasing any trace of emotion he once showed as he chooses to look you in the eye, “We’re a lot of things Y/N… But we’ll never be just friends.”

This was a mistake. A terrible, terrible mistake. Not only are you keeping this meeting from your present boyfriend, you’re toying with your past boyfriend’s heart strings. Shame and sadness hits you like a tonne of bricks, so what if Namjoon knows Jennie and didn’t tell you? This isn’t fair on anybody, not Namjoon, not Jungkook, and not you. You exhale, mustering up the courage to set boundaries with him even though you’re the one sitting in his kitchen.

“Joon…” You swallow, “You know that I’m with Jungkook now, you and I… We-, You’ll always be important to me and I’ll always be here for you if you need me… But only as a friend.”

“And he’s okay with that? Jungkook’s fine with you and I being friends?”

“Well he might not be fine with it but it’s kinda understandable… Put yourself in his shoes.”

Namjoon’s shaking his head, his face contorted with a cocktail of jealousy and regret, “I’d love to be in his shoes, to have all that power. He’s got the nice clothes, the penthouse apartment, expensive cars… And most importantly he has you.”

Your hands tremble slightly as you take a sip of your coffee, struggling to find the right thing to say, “I’m not one of his possessions Joon, I chose to be with him.”

“Chose?” He scoffs, obviously irritated, “You were coerced, he bribed you with money.”

“Wha-, Excuse me?”

“That was the deal right? Sex for money?” He’s getting louder, “Do you really think someone like that cares about you?” While his words manage to cut you deep, you defend Jungkook, he’s a good man and shouldn’t be spoken about this way.

“You’re way out of line Namjoon,” You warn him with a steady voice, “Jungkook and I are in a relationship, I’m not going to sit here and let you talk about him like that. He’s done nothing wrong.”

“I was suspicious of your ‘relationship’ with him from the get go,” He mimics air quotes, “He’s not exactly a respectable man. He’s nothing more than an adult fuck boy, and when I saw the video and the conversation—”

“You watched the video?” Your tone is low, your heart dragging down into the depths of your stomach, it’s one thing for a total stranger whom you’ve never met to watch the tape but for your ex-boyfriend to watch it? That’s a whole other level of disrespect.

“I mean it’s nothing I haven’t seen before Y/N.”

There’s no emotion in his eyes, not even a spec of guilt or shame at his behaviour – this isn’t the Namjoon you once knew and loved, this is somebody else. You’re equal parts disappointed and outraged by how he’s acting, he’s staring at you expectantly as though the conversation hadn’t just taken a turn for the worse not even five minutes after you arrived. He sees no issue with watching the video, and evidently he sees no issue with berating you about Jungkook either.

“This was a mistake,” You fumble with your jacket, trying to get it on as quickly as possible, “I didn’t come here for you to make me feel like shit.”

“I never want you to feel like shit, I still love you, you know that.” For a split second you see a glimpse of the old Namjoon, his cute dimples piercing his cheeks as he talks, “I want to give us another chance, you’re so much better than him and you need to see Jungkook for who he really is instead the lies he’s told you.”

At this you laugh humourlessly, finally snapping, “You wanna talk about lies? Okay.” Your voice is raised, “Why are you so adamant my relationship isn’t real? Hm? You must’ve got the idea from someone, right? I know that you know Jennie, and I know that you were both outside my old apartment yesterday. You wanna talk about lies? Tell me why you denied it when I asked.”

It’s not clear where you got your hypothetical balls from, there was a time you would’ve never spoken to him like this – and a time where he respected your privacy, but as that’s no longer the case you’re done taking shit from people who clearly don’t give a shit about you. And so you finally grow a pair of balls and bite back, huge, venomous balls, that Joon’s currently choking on as he struggles to find any words.

“Jungkook isn’t a good person, one way or another he’s going to break your heart. He’s already publicly humiliated you.” Is what he settles for, staring at you with dark eyes as he completely ignores your outburst.

“Is that what Jennie says?” You’re not going to let this go, you need answers.

“It is, and I believe her.”

“So you do know her?” The back and forth between you is gradually getting more heated and emotional.

“I do.”

“How?”

“She’s my-,” He clicks his tongue, he looks annoyed, “We’re seeing each other.”

“You’re seeing someone yet you invited me over and just told me that you still love me?” You’re shaking your head, standing from the table as you finally get both arms into your jacket. “What a gentleman.” 

“You’re with Jungkook and you agreed to come here, presumably behind his back no less. At least Jennie knows that you’re here.” His tone oozes jealousy at the mere mention of your boyfriend, he stands too, his tall frame towering over you.

Ouch, that stings a little harder than it should, “This was a mistake,” Your hearts beating so fast, your stomach churning with regrets, “But I guess you were right about one thing… You and I? We can never be friends.” You spit, not bothering to look back at him as you storm out of his apartment.

It’s when you make it outside that you’re caught by dozens of cameramen leaving the building. One of them shouts something that sounds something similar to ‘Does the new boyfriend know of yours and Jungkook’s video?’ You ignore him, pushing your way through the crows of flashing lights with nothing but adrenaline and anger in your stride. Fuck. How on earth are you going to explain this to Jungkook? Stone cold regret stiffens your joints as you try to escape the paparazzi. 

A small white car pulls up beside you, blocking you from crossing the street which only pisses you off even more. Your eyes focus on the driver, your stomach flipping anxiously as you realise who it is.

“Get in.” She says quickly, opening the passenger door.

With a large amount of hesitation, you oblige, slipping into the vehicle before she speeds off down the busy streets of London. Strange isn’t the word, bizarre isn’t the word, coincidence isn’t the word. You’re confused, clicking in your seatbelt before finally glancing in her direction. She’s as gorgeous as ever, her thick hair is shorter than it used to be but other than that your sister still looks the same.

“What are you doing here?”

“You’re welcome.” Ruth mumbles, lighting a cigarette. “Lucky I saw you when I did, otherwise you’d still be back there getting harassed by cameramen.”

“Right… Thanks.” You exhale, you’ve been in her company less than a minute and of course she’s already found a way to make herself out to be some kind of hero, “Why are you even in London?”

“Didn’t you hear?” Her thin brows are furrowed as she drives round a corner, not even looking your way once, “I got a new job, I moved back in with mum and dad yesterday.”

“Oh.” You’ve been so consumed with your own life that you haven’t bothered to check the family Whatsapp group chat recently, not that she ever usually puts anything in there. In an attempt to fill the awkward silence you ask, “So how have you been?” 

“Better than you’re doing, clearly.” She scoffs. She knows. Of course she knows. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, blowing smoke out of the open window, “So when do I get to meet him?”

“Who?” You know full-well who’s she’s talking about, but you ask anyway to give yourself another few seconds to think of a response that isn’t piss off Ruth.

“You’re a little too old to play dumb don’t you think?” 

“Oh I’m fine by the way,” You nod slowly and sarcastically, making a ‘tsk’ sound with your teeth, “Thanks for asking.” 

Fine doesn’t even begin to cut it. There’s the video and it’s repercussions to deal with, including getting to the bottom of who leaked it in the first place. Then there’s Namjoon nagging in your ear about how much of a bad person Jungkook is because that’s what he’s heard from the ever so reliable source Jennie. Then there’s the fact Jungkook’s gonna find out that you had coffee with Namjoon, you know he’s not going to be happy about it to say the least. And now, Ruth’s back in London - still as bitchy and tactless as ever. It feels as though your head is going to implode, you’re so done with everyone’s shit recently. Including your own.

“Why don’t you invite him to dinner tomorrow? Dad’s doing a barbeque.” Of course she ignores your pettiness, she’s an expert at that, “Plus now I’m there he might overlook the whole sex tape thing, he’s been so happy to see me.” 

“Oh I bet.” You say between clenched teeth, she’s fucking unbelievable. “But no can do, I already have plans this weekend.” 

“Tonight then.” 

“I’m busy.” 

“Too busy for your big sister?” She pouts, faking offence as she pulls into your parents’ street, “Come on I need to meet him as soon as possible, mum seems to think highly of him, even after everything that’s happened. She prefers him to Namjoon which is saying something considering he’s a doctor.” 

“Why are you pushing this so hard?” You may be smiling but you’re not amused, you’re in disbelief that this is even happening to you right now. For a split second you consider latching onto the steering wheel and crashing her car, just so she’ll shut up. 

“I wanna meet my new boss.” She shrugs nonchalantly, as though she hasn’t just dropped the bombshell of the century, “I start at Jeon Industries on Monday.” 

x

#oto #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jungkook ff #jungkook series #jungkook drabble #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #jungkook drabbles #jungkook oneshot #jungkook reaction #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenarioes #ceo!jungkook #sugardaddy!jungkook #jungkook bts #bts x reader #namjoon angst #namjoon x reader #doctor!namjoon #bts #jeongguk #jungkook gif #jungkook boyfriend #boyfriend jungkook

[ahlovelightaflame]

Not the Usual Customer ~ *Hansol Vernon Chwe*

Summary: Ever since his sister started dating Junhui, Vernon has been having a heck of a time with all the PDA and romance. That is why he decided to swear off all romance, as he doesn’t want to be seen as dumb in love. But a runaway supermodel might just have the answers he need to solve his love life. Of course, he still has to save her first.

Pairing: Hansol Vernon Chwe X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 3054

Warning: Swearing, violence, very very very vague and very very very brief mention of NSFW content

Mafia Masterlist​

“Stupid Joshua.” Vernon grumbled under his breath as he restocked the back room of the Cafe. “Stupid Junhui. Stupid sister for going out with Junhui. Stupid Minghao for helping stupid Joshua get stupid Junhui together with my stupid sister. Stupid mafia that I just had to be apart of-”

“You didn’t have to be a part of anything, you know.” A voice called out to him from the door leading to the cafe.

He paid her no mind. “Oh go back to your boyfriend, traitor.”

His sister chuckled. “Nah, I think I spend too much time with him anyways. He’s starting to get boring.”

“So does that mean you’re going to dump him?”

Again, she laughed. “Not yet. He can redeem himself.”

Vernon scoffed. “Are you just here to gloat? Because if you are, I’m not in the mood.”

“Sorry, sorry. That’s my fault.” She shook her head before continuing. “I came here to tell you you have a customer and he’s starting to get impatient.”

He rolled his eyes. “Im busy.”

“Too busy for your bestie for the restie?” His sister teased, poking his shoulder playfully.

Ignoring her childish comment, Vernon set down the box he was unloading and slid on his apron. After making sure his sister was finishing up the inventory, he went to the front. He chuckled at the sour face awaiting for him.

“What am I? Chopped liver? It sure took you long enough to come and see me.” Seungkwan snapped jokingly.

Vernon shook his head, unable to stop himself from chuckling. “Hello Seungkwan. How are you?”

“Peachy.” He waved off his question before leaning in closer. “How’s the monster Joshua created?”

Within an instant, his mood plummeted. He folded his arms over his chest before answering him. “Horrible as all monsters that Joshua creates are.”

Seungkwan shook his head, tsking. “What a shame. You’d think your sister was smarter than to fall for Wen Junhui.”

“She obviously isn’t.” He spat.

“But what about you? Surely you know of someone to get back at your sister with.” Seungkwan prodded. “Like maybe her best friend or someone like that.”

Vernon gave him an unamused glare. “Absolutely not. If I want to get revenge on my sister, it’s not going to be something as petty as dating one of her friends. If anything, I’ve learned that I never want to date anyone ever.”

“Ever?” Seungkwan’s eyes widened at his friend’s statement. “Okay, it’s not that serious. Look, your sister is just dating Junhui. That doesn’t mean she’s going to marry him-”

“She might!” Vernon interjected.

“Even so!” He exclaimed. “Just because your sister is dating someone you once considered a friend, doesn’t mean you need to swear off romance your whole life. That’s what crazy people do. And even if you’re not all there upstairs, you’re not completely psychotic.”

He shook his head. “Nope. I’ve seen what love does to people. With stupid Junhui and my stupid sister. With stupid Minghao going crazy over the codes his girlfriend sends him. With stupid Joshua feeling guilty over making his girlfriend a dirty cop. With stupid Seungcheol and the boss almost turning out pregnant. People become stupid when they’re in love and that is something I don’t want to have happen to me.”

Shaking his head, Seungkwan let out a puff of air. “Yeah, you lost it. You’ve really gone around the bend.”

Vernon rolled his eyes. “If all you’re going to do is insult me, you can go back to the manor now. Also, tell Jihoon I won’t be coming in tonight. I’m going to stay around here and help with the dinner rush.”

“You guys have a dinner rush?”

“It’s open mic night.” He spat, although there wasn’t any maliciousness in her voice. “Of course we’ll have a dinner rush tonight.”

“Ooo, you think I can crash it? I can be your MC for each event.” Seungkwan begged, clasping his hands in front of him to emphasize his point.

Vernon again couldn’t help but chuckle. “You make a good case, but no. Now, if you could get Seokmin or Jihoon to come, that would be fantastic.”

“You wound me!” Seungkwan slapped his chest where his heart was located. “You just drove a dagger into my stomach and twisted.”

“Yeah, yeah, drama king.” He rolled his eyes. “Fine, you can MC. But only for tonight, got it?”

He saluted his friend. “You got it, boss man.”

“Please. I’m nothing like spineless Cheol who can’t even stand up against the real boss.”

“You got him there.” Standing up, he nodded to him. “See you tonight. I’ll tell Jihoon you won’t be here tonight and see if he’ll come along with me.”

“Make sure you ask Seokmin too!” He added as the bell to the front door rang.

“Fine, fine, Seokmin can come too. I’ll see you soon enough!”

And with that, the door closed and his friend was gone. Vernon scrubbed his face with his hands as he took in a deep breath. He knew what Seungkwan said was right; he was being a little over dramatic. But he was also being completely serious. He wasn’t about to let some person waltz right into his life and change everything about it. Love shouldn’t be that easy; nothing should be that easy. Maybe one day, he might find someone he’d like to share his life with forever, but he was far too young to be worrying about that. Instead, he’d worry about helping his parents with the Café and doing what Jihoon asked him to do in the gang.

However his life completely changed later that night.

It was about an hour before open mic night started when the front door all but slammed open. Vernon was the only in the Café when the door opened. His parents were out getting dinner and his sister was out with Junhui. There was a little scuffle earlier about who was going to hold down the fort. It was Vernon who decided to be the bigger man and let his sister go out with Junhui, which prompted his mother to vow that she was going to bring him food even if he assured her he was fine here.

He was actually eating a sandwich when the door burst open and someone rushed to the counter before gracefully hopping over it. All he could do was blink in shock at the immensely attractive woman shaking like a leaf on a twig. When she finally noticed he was there, she held her heavy duty flashlight in her hands tighter.

“Please tell me I didn’t walk into a trap.” She mumbled, her voice shaking.

Vernon shook his head. “I-I don’t think so. Um, who are you?”

She sighed. “You don’t know who Davide Castillo is, do you?”

Of course he knew who Davide Castillo was. He was an enemy of the Seventeen mafia and he shouldn’t be anywhere near here. They had kicked him out a long time ago; basically banished him to the big city not too far from here. So what was he doing in their little bustling metropolis?

He shook his head. “The name doesn’t ring a bell.”

Vernon could see a wave of relief wash over her. Her shoulders sagged and she dropped the flashlight into her lap. “Oh thank the stars above.”

“So who are you?” He asked again.

“Oh, I’m so, so, so sorry.” She held out her hand from where she sat. “I’m Y/n L/n. I’m sure that name rings a bell.”

Of course he knew who Y/n L/n is. She’s a burgeoning model in the high fashion scene. She had the best proportions and facial structure according to all these “model experts”. Not only that, but everyone commented about how sweet and thoughtful she was with everyone she worked with. Sure, anyone from the mafia wanted to meet her, even Vernon did, but that didn’t mean he wanted to meet her under these circumstances.

“Yeah.” He nodded, wiping his bottom lip with the back of his thumb. “Yeah, I know who you are.”

She smiled softly. “Yeah. Sorry for barging in here while you’re on break. I just didn’t know where to turn to hide.”

“Why are you hiding from this Castillo guy?” He had some guesses but she would be able to tell him the truth.

Her demeanor changed and she averted her eyes. “Okay, but you have to promise not to judge me alright?” When he nodded, she continued, “I was out with some girlfriends in the city, just going clubbing before I headed out for a fashion show out of town. This guy, Castillo, shows up and starts hitting on me. I know the way I’m dressed isn’t conservative by any means, but it’s not skimpy either. Nevertheless he’s trying to get me to follow him to his place for a good time, but I kept telling him no. Then he starts getting physical and me and my friends bail. I was driving to the airport when I saw his car behind me. Turns out he’s following me, so I decided to stop here and he got out when I got out and so I ran in here and I don’t think he saw me duck inside so can I just lay low here for awhile, please?”

Now, Vernon knew who this Castillo is and he also knew what his parents thought of him being in the mafia. If he gave any of that a second thought, he would have turned her away. But her story tugged at his heartstrings. He nodded and she sighed, another wave of relief washing over her.

“Do you want me to make you something to eat while you wait? I mean, our open mic night starts in less than an hour, so we can sneak you out of here during that.” He explains, already formulating a plan to contact Chan to give you an escort out of town and to your next location.

“Oh.” If he didn’t know any better, she sounded disappointed. “I don’t mean to be a burden, but an open mic night sounds fun. Is it possible I could stay and watch a little? Unless you think it won’t be safe for me.”

His logical side was telling him not to get involved and chuck her out as soon as possible. But his illogical side was telling him to let her stay, even for a little bit. If Seungkwan was true to his word, Jihoon would be here and he likes testing out his new music on small crowds, like an open mic night. Anyone who was anyone should hear the great Lee Jihoon’s music at least once in their lives.

Without thinking, he nodded. “Sure, but only for a little bit.”

She nodded, her chipper smile returning and he could feel his heart skip more than one beat. “Thank you so much! I promise I won’t get in the way or anything!”

“It’s fine, really. Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat?” He asked, trying to ignore the warmth he was feeling in the tips of his ears.

“Ah well, if it’s not too much trouble, maybe a sandwich?” She asked innocently with a small chuckle.

“Really? I thought supermodels only had water and air for meals.” As soon as those words left his mouth, he instantly tried to take them back. “I’m sorry, that was insensitive and-”

She shook her head, laughing harder. “No, I get it! Really! But unlike other models, I know how to diet and exercise while also keeping a healthy body weight that is attainable for girls everywhere.”

He smiled at her words. “That’s pretty amazing of you.”

“Thank you.” She replied, her bright smile never leaving her face which only caused the butterflies in his stomach to swarm around his abdomen.

The two of them talked until it was time for open mic night. Vernon managed to get ahold of Chan to get an escort available for her on the way out of town. He also introduced her to his parents and sister, though he kept Castillo out of it and instead made up a story about how she got the wrong time for open mic night which she easily went along with. All three took a liking to her, but his sister knew he was lying and he ended up telling her the truth. Nevertheless, she found to keep the secret from their parents, as payment for letting her see Junhui, and she would also help sneak her out of the café when Chan came to pick her up.

Open mic night started not much later and true to his word, Seungkwan secured both Seokmin and Jihoon for the event. Junhui of course showed up as well to canoodle with his sister in the back, which made him want to throw up in his mouth. Minghao was there, but he said it was because his “girlfriend” said she wanted to meet him there. Even Joshua was casting forlorn glances to his girlfriend from across the café while she wasn’t looking, which she returned when he wasn’t looking as well. All in all, it appeared to be a night of romance for everyone.

And then the unthinkable happened.

Halfway through one of Jihoon’s new songs, the door opened and a burly man walked in. Both Vernon and Y/n knew exactly who it was: Davide Castillo. As soon as Y/n saw him, she turned to Vernon with fearful eyes and gripped his hand tight. He didn’t even realize he was doing it at the moment, but his thumb stroked her knuckles to reassure her. He made eye contact with Joshua, Seungkwan, Minghao, and Chan and they all nodded at him, knowing that he was there and he was looking for someone. Joshua had to psyche himself up to do it, but he managed to work up the nerve to make his way over to his girlfriend and whisper in her ear about Castillo.

However, while he was still trying to work up the nerve, Castillo saw Y/n. He was by her side in a flash and Vernon for once found himself paralyzed to the floor as he watched him grab her wrist in a deathgrip.

“Found you, little flower.” He sneered, causing her to shake in fear.

“Please, let me go. I said I was sorry! I can give you all the money you desire if you would please just leave me alone.” Her voice was trembling and tears started to slip down her cheeks.

He yanked her closer and still Vernon couldn’t move. “I don’t think you have enough money. Besides, I desire something far more intimate than cash.”

She yelped in pain. “Please! You’re hurting me.”

Those were the words that undid the spell. Vernon deftly hopped over the counter behind Castillo before tapping him on the back. When he turned around, he gave him a right hook to the jaw. It didn’t do much other than cause his head to whip to the side and his grip left Y/n’s wrist. As soon as she was free, she scurried to the other side of the counter and sought after his sister and Junhui for help. Castillo was about to punch him, when Joshua’s girlfriend basically karate chopped him in the neck from behind, making him go down in a heap.

“One of the first things they teach you in self defense class.” She explained before slapping a pair of cuffs on him.

“God, you’re so hot.” Vernon heard Joshua mumble and both of them started blushing.

Nodding at Vernon, she and Joshua hefted up to his feet, throwing an arm over their necks. “I’ll take him down to the station and process him. Y/n L/n is safe now.”

He turned to her and she smiled at him gratefully. She made her way around the counter again before enveloping him in the warmest and sincerest hugs ever. He almost melted into a puddle at her feet before he wrapped his arms around her as well. And not that he was actively trying to, he caught a whiff of her perfume and was determined to dedicate it to memory, it smelled that sweet.

“Thank you. Thank you for everything. I can’t thank you enough! How can I ever repay you?” She rambled in his ear.

“I just wanted to help.” He answered before internally cursing himself out for how stupid he sounded.

She chuckled. “Still, thank you. You are the sweetest, most thoughtful person I know, Vernon.”

And with that, she kissed him on the cheek.

“Ahem.” Chan cleared his throat before Vernon could do or say anything. “I think now is a good time as any to give Miss. L/n an escort to her next destination.”

Her face fell. “Oh, right. Right, I have a lot of things to do and I’m sure my manager, my parents, and my friends are worried about me. I should go.”

He didn’t want her to go, not right now. They were really hitting it off and she seemed to be enjoying herself here. He wanted to keep talking to her and hearing all of her amazing stories. He wanted to keep smelling her perfume. He wanted her to hold him in a hug again and never let go.

But all good things must come to an end and he knew it better than anyone.

With a deep sigh, he said, “Take care and if you ever need saving again, well, you know where to find me.”

Snatching a napkin, she scribbled a quick note before handing it to me. “And if you ever want to chat again, give me a call or shoot me a text sometime, okay?”

His stomach was doing somersaults and his heart was in his throat as he took the nap. “Will do.”

“I can escort you out, Y/n.” Chan said before nodding at Vernon and leading the way out of the Café.

As Vernon watched them go, he didn’t see Seungkwan come up to him before he felt him touch his cheek. He laughed as he showed him a magenta color, the same color as Y/n’s lipstick, making Vernon blush knowing he had a lipstick stain on his cheek.

“So what did you say about swearing off romance forever?”

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You & Me II

Gilbert 'Gilly' Lopez x ex-army!reader, (implied murder/drug use/smut, swearing, ptsd, angsty but happy-ish ending) the usual for the show, 3528 words

a/n : you can read part 1 here and 1.2 here !!

A special shoutout to @narcolini for renting me their Ava & their Marco OCs. We are so deeply into it we are bulding our own multiverse and shit, you can read In his shadow here !

Tagging my Gilly people @narcolini @drabbles-mc

You were taking your cup of coffee from Gil’s hand when you first heard the car pull into the driveway. You hadn’t thought much of it in the beginning, setting your mug down on the dinner table and taking a sip. It is a busy neighbourhood, close to the elementary school, not too far from the shops, and hearing the gravel fly wasn’t making you jump from the couch like it used to. It was only the two of you in the house this morning, Rae had been able to bring Jacob to school, letting you enjoy Gil’s company until he had to leave for work as well.

With a hand, he caresses your shoulders as he moves around you, toward the entryway. You call on him as he steps further away, something about his coffee getting cold, but he doesn’t hear you, all of his attention being pulled to the window, the heavy steps you can now hear on the stairs. You get it then, that the screeching of the breaks wasn’t from the neighbour’s house, that the sound of a closing door wasn’t coming somewhere down the street. His training had kicked in before yours, shoulders pushed back, ears straining. He glances back at you.

‘’ Someone’s at the door, you stay right there for me, okay? ‘’

Fuck. If he sees the changes in your body language he doesn't mention it, but before you can argue with him, he is already at the door, pulling it open.

‘’ Marco? ‘’

You hear the surprise in his voice, the confusion that laces the tone. You can barely see who it is over his shoulders, taking up most of the door frame, but if you had to guess, this ‘Marco’ is Ava’s brother. The second youngest one, the police academy one she told you about. He moves a bit to the left and Ava’s brother doesn’t even have to be fully in your field of view that you know your assumption is right. Tan skin, hands on his hips to balance the weight of the belt, the same nose he shares with his sister. The cop one. It takes everything in you not to run to the back door right here, right now, to stay here and eat stale bread as you pretend there wasn’t a body in the back of your trunk a month ago.

‘’ Good morning, Gilly. I wanted to call, but I figured I would just show up.‘’

You had met him once, barely in passing, a polite boy from a good family, Gilly’s friend. You mostly stood back as you watched them keep up on local news, hands sweating, adrenaline pumping just by looking at the holster at his hip. Before then, you had already met Ava, enjoyed wine and dinner at her house more than once, coffee dates on the terrace if the weather was good. She had told you some childhood stories, how Marco was a hard-working boy, top of his class, that time she had to pick him and Sebastian from the bar because they couldn’t even stand. It felt weird to know so much about someone who had just learned your name and shook your hand, but it gave you a weird feeling of being a step ahead of them. Whoever ‘them’ were, whoever would come looking for him.

Marco takes a quick look inside, where you are sitting at the table, coffee getting cold in your hand. A smile pulls at his lips, waving your way quickly, he must have recognized you.

‘’ Good morning, ma’am. ‘’

You don’t wish him one back, back straight on your chair, looking at him like a hawk. He doesn’t seem to mind, already turning back to Gilly instead.

‘’ You got a second? ‘’ Marco’s eyes flicker back to you, ‘’ You know, like a private one? ‘’

You know it probably has to be something about club business, something Marco figures you shouldn't know about. Gil takes a step outside, pulling the door closed with him, but not before throwing what you hope is a reassuring smile your way. He must know you saw the uniform, the gun and the handcuffs hanging from his belt. You don’t really know what Marco’s full relationship with the club is, a subject Ava never really deep-dived into. Understandable, when you know what happened to Sebastian. Grief, sadness, everyone and no one to blame at the same time. Things you fear you might face later down the road as well.

The door shuts with a click and the whole room stops moving. You can hear the murmur of the news channel on the tv in the living room, their faint voices through the walls. You have to trust Gil, trust his judgment and that he is taking care of it. He wouldn’t have opened the door if he didn’t think he could deal with it. You can already feel your heart speeding up, feel how hard it is pumping blood up and down your body, blurring the edges of your eyesight.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

You don't know how long they stay outside, but it feels like hours later when he opens back the door. You can't read Gil's face, that is the first thing you notice, the first thing that actually scares you more than the idea of having Marco arrest you for murder in your own kitchen. You meet the young man's eyes behind Gil and he is quick to offer you another wide smile. It doesn't make his eyes shine as the first one did, and you realize whatever happened, it must be big. You let yourself think for a second that maybe he isn't here for you, maybe it's the club, maybe-

‘’ Hope I didn't steal him too long, ma'am. ‘’ Marco is talking to you again, trying to downplay it, ‘’ I'll leave you two to it. See you later, Gilly. “

They exchange a pat on the back, a few whispered sentences you can't catch, and then Marco closes the door. Barely a second passes that you already want answers.

‘’ What did he mean by that? Where are you going? ‘’

He is walking back to you as his fingers comb through his beard, scratching the stubble under his chin. You can feel him miles away, even though he is only a few feet from you.

‘’ Nowhere. Not now. ‘’

He is not listening to you, generic answers to make it seem like he is.

‘’ Gilbert. ‘’

He looks up to you at that, as if he is only now noticing you across the table.

‘’ What? ‘’

‘’ You're not listening to me. ‘’

‘’ You're right. I'm sorry. ‘’

You wait for him to talk to you, to tell you what happened. You two don't keep secrets, you never did, never will. You accept that he doesn't tell you much about club things, to keep you away from any backlash. Always getting an idea of the picture, but never the full image. He stops in front of the table, pressing his palms to the wood, leaning on it as he looks at his feet.

‘’ Marco tells me SAMCRO found one of their own. Dead. Seems like the AFT caught wind of that, they’re looking into it. ‘’

‘’ You don't think- ’’

That's it's the same one, you think, the same body, the same one Coco took care of.

‘’ That you killed a Son’s brother? ‘’ He scoffs.

‘’ What? No, I didn’t- ‘’

You didn’t kill a Son. Austin was a nobody, a shit person, a below-average fuck-buddy who couldn’t hold a job, being a gangster would have been too hard on him. He didn’t have any brothers as far as you knew.

‘’ So you’re telling me there wasn’t a dead man in your trunk two months ago? ‘’

‘’ That is not what I’m saying, Gil. I didn’t- shit- I didn’t know he was a rival bike gang! I fucked him and he would buy me weed and- God that sounds wrong, I was not prostituting myself- ‘’

You are standing up at this point, grabbing the ledge of the table so hard your knuckles are white. You can’t breathe and Gil is angry and you know you should take a deep breath and stop this panic attack before it gets a hold of you but you can’t. Your chest hurts and he must have seen how pale you have gotten because he stops, eyes softening. His hand gently grabs your elbow.

‘’ Hey, I’m not mad, okay? Sit down for a second. ‘’

You know he is lying for your sake. Of course he is mad, you can see it, you know that this is enough to start a war, bullets flying, caskets lowered. He slowly moves around the table, pushes you back down on your chair as your head automatically falls in between your knees. Come on, you know this will help bring it down a bit, bring some blood back to your head, deep breath in, deep breath out. You can’t even tell if it’s him or your mind talking to you now.

‘’ I thought it was over. ‘’ you whimper, ‘’ He’s dead and I still can’t get away from him. ‘’

Gil‘s hand is warm on your neck, caressing up your hair and then down your back in slow circles.

‘’ That’s not true, baby. You’re safe here, I got you. ‘’

Baby, baby, baby. It spirals into your head as the floor underneath your feet feels like it’s turning. It takes a few more minutes, for you to finally calm down, for air to come in normally again.

‘’ His name was Austin, a dirtbag from Fresno. I stayed there for like a month, we fucked a few times. ‘’

‘’ You don’t have to tell me- ‘’

‘’ I do. ‘’ you sniff, ‘’ I do because I gotta fix this. I don’t want the club to pick up after me again. ‘’

It feels weird to tell him now, after forcing yourself to forget this moment for weeks, trying not to look Coco in the eyes for too long, afraid he would ask questions you didn’t want to answer. You hadn't told him simply because you didn’t have the guts, the courage to face what had happened. But today you have to do it, tell him the whole story so he can tell you what to do now, like he always does. SAMCRO clearly thinks the Mayans have done it, and they will come for them, for him. He crouches to your level, one knee on the ground, the other one nudging yours. He doesn’t try to pry away your fingers from your face, doesn’t offer reassuring words, but his presence is enough, his hand in your hair is enough.

‘’ One night, he’s pounding on my door. ‘’ You continue. ‘’ He’s on some hard shit, he’s not making sense so I tell him to fuck off, but he doesn’t listen. And then he’s just inside my place, I’m screaming and he’s screaming, I don’t understand, but he’s grabbing my neck.‘’

You can’t see the floor anymore, blurred by all the tears that are pooling up in your eyes. You can hear the blood rushing to your head, the fast thump in your ears. You know Gil’s fingers are shaking against your back, that he is angry he wasn’t there to save you back then, to kill him himself.

‘’ I blinked and then I was there, I wasn’t in California and he was one of them. I could taste the sand in my mouth, Gil, the pain in my shoulder was back and I could smell the bodies- ‘’

You sob, you can’t help it. You know that he understands what you are talking about, those flashbacks that are way too real, where both of you can still feel the blood on your hands. He knows those twelve hours had been the worst of your life, fighting against the gag in your mouth, the burning ropes around your wrists. It had been a miracle they had found you really. Rae bursting through the door, calling for a medic and an evac, while Gil took charge of figuring out if all the blood soaking your uniform was yours.

‘’ I didn’t know he was SAMCRO I promise… ‘’

‘’ I know. ‘’ he sniffs, ‘’ Fuck, I know, baby. ‘’

Baby, baby, baby. His nose is in your hair and your whole world smells like him, his shirt against your forehead, his beard on your cheek. It is a miracle you are still in the kitchen with him, not the basement your mind always brings you back to. Not under the scorching sun, the burning sand that haunts your nights.

‘’ I’ll let Templo know, we’ll deal with them. I’m taking care of it. ‘’

You straighten up at that, looking down at him.

‘’ Don’t. ‘’ You wipe away the tears under your eyes, ‘’ I’ll tell Bishop, it’s my mess, you guys have nothing to do with this. I can’t let them think it was the club. ‘’

‘’ Are you crazy? It’s not going to be only one guy coming for you, it’s gonna be a dozen of ‘em. You need us to protect you. ‘’

You are on your feet before he can react, pressing your palms against your eyes. Your head hurts, you feel numb, you thought you were going to be fine, here, with him, but you can’t escape it, everything always follows you where ever you go, bringing others down with you.

‘’ I don’t need it. I can protect myself. ‘’

‘’ You really think that? ‘’ He scoffs, ‘’ How you gonna do that, hm? You’re going to run away? Again? They’ll find you. ‘’

You feel like you are boiling, water spilling over the pot, hot and sizzling. He is pushing buttons you thought he wouldn’t dare, that you thought stopped hurting two months ago. You are not calm anymore, you are angry, so, so angry.

‘’ I’m a fucking US Army Ranger, Gilbert, you think a bunch of pussies in leather are going to be the end of me?! ‘’

He is up on his feet too, towering over you, chest against yours as it raises up and down.

‘’ You’re being delusional, ranger. ‘’ He bites back, ‘’ You think it’s only you that’s involved in this now? ‘’

He takes another step forward, forcing you to back away, cornering you between him and the wall. He is frowning and you realize he is not angry like you thought he was, he seems confused, appalled at your words.

‘’ You think Jacob is going to understand why you’re not picking him up from school anymore, hm? That Rae is gonna believe whatever lies you feed her? That I- ‘’

He stops at that, tongue rolling inside his mouth. He is looking at you, eyes piercing your walls, destroying the bubble you had tried to put up between you. You know you hurt him, you feel bad, you really do, but aren’t your absence a small price to pay to save their lives?

‘’ Gil- ‘’

‘’ If you want to do it alone, you can. ‘’ He continues, ‘’ You’re right, these guys aren’t trained professionals, but they’re wild dogs. They will bite and won’t let go until you’re dead. ‘’

You don’t like this. You don’t like it because you know what he is saying is true. As much as you would like to think you can do this alone, you simply can’t. No amount of training, hiding or illegal guns could dig you out of this one. You think of Jacob, his sweet face, his twelve years old jokes you don’t find funny but pretend they are. You think of Rae and Ava, all of Gil’s friends. You can’t let this affect them too and have them lose their lives in a war they didn’t even have a say in. You don’t answer him and he takes it as an opportunity to keep going.

‘’ Is that what you really want? To leave after all the hard work you’ve put into making it work here? ‘’

‘’ Of course not. ‘’ Your voice breaks, ‘’ But I fucked up, Gil, and I got to own up to it. You’re always picking up after me, what kind of shit friend am I ?! ‘’

‘’ A friend? ‘’

You can’t meet his eyes, you can’t look at him and see the hurt that must paint his face. You know you are not just a friend, you are not stupid or blind, you know why your heart speeds up every time he gets home, why you miss him when he goes on runs. You know the three words that get stuck in his throat in the late-night hours, when his lips are warm on your jaw, hand curving underneath your knee, words he would whisper if you would let him.

‘’ You’re not just a friend. ‘’

‘’ I know. I’m sorry. ‘’

Please, it means, don’t. You can tell what is coming, what is going through his head. You can see it in his eyes, in how his shoulders are leaning towards you, and you know you can’t take it if he says it today. Your hand presses against his bicep, hopefully soothing whatever fire you started, but he doesn’t allow you to stop him this time.

‘’ You really think I would do all of this if I didn’t- ‘’

Love you. He doesn’t say it, thank god he doesn’t, but you know he wants to. You wish you could think about saying it like he is, so freely, like it wouldn’t tie him down in the same suffocating way it would make you feel. You love him, of course you do, more than friends, more than everyone you have ever loved before, but you can’t tell him. Mostly because it would make it real and offer him the possibility to say no. His hands gently frame your face, bringing your focus back to him.

‘’ I’ve saved you once, I can do it again. ‘’ He is so much closer now, pressing you against his front as his thumbs caress your cheeks. ‘’ Let me do it again. ‘’

He is pleading, begging for you to stay and a part of you thinks he might be scared. Scared of letting go, of what is coming next. Sometimes you wonder if this whole thing with you is about old time's sake and you pray at night that it isn’t, that it’s genuine, a work between faith and pure chance.

He is bringing your head towards his before you can react, lips pressing desperately on yours. It feels like a goodbye kiss, as if it would be the last, a silent answer that he would let you go if you really wished him to. He tastes like coffee, smells like the cigarette he sneaked and smoked on the porch so you wouldn’t catch him.

‘’ Let me help you. ‘’ You whisper when he eventually pulls away. ‘’ Let me make this right. ‘’

He doesn’t answer your demand, doesn’t fight back to tell you he would never let you get in arms way, or say yes and tell you he would supply you the guns himself if needed. He only kisses you again, hands back in your hair, eyes closed. It’s his way of closing the discussion, enough damage done for today, enough pieces picked up for now, nothing that can’t be fixed later. You know it will be a debate for another day, tomorrow morning maybe, after you drop Jacob at school, making a right out of the parking lot and taking the main street straight to the clubhouse. You’ll notice the grease on his cheek as he comes out of the shop, know the words that will come out of his mouth before he even says them, watch as the skin between his brows creases. God damn it, woman.

But right now, you let him lower you on the dinner table, let him kiss you again and again and again. I’m staying, you want him to know, we’ll fight this together. You want to stay in the moment, enjoy what is left of the morning, but you are seeing red, motivated by a rage you thought was long gone. They are family, all of them. You won’t let Austin, or anyone, take them away from you ever again. You make up your mind when you pull Gil’s shirt over his head, hands curling around his shoulders, finger already wrapped around an invisible trigger. SAMCRO won’t even know what hit them.

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Forbidden

A/N: This is by far the saddest thing I have ever written so proceed with caution. Also no hate towards Chin but I needed a semi bad guy and it couldn’t be Steve or Danny so I picked Chin. Again I have nothing against him.

I raise my hands as a cop points his gun at me. I blink away tears as I’m cuffed and read my rights and led to the police car. I take in a shaky breath as I rest my head back and feel a tear slip down my face. I can’t believe my own sister would frame me for murder.

You see I’m the daughter of the head of the Yakuza and my sister Michelle, found out my deepest secret and as punishment is framing me for murder, the murder of my fathers right hand man making me the new target of the Yakuza and a cop making me the prime target of all law enforcement on Oahu.

I wince in pain as I’m led down a hall and led into a dark room with a harsh grip on my arm. I’m thrown onto a cold metal chair and cuffed to it. The man I recognize as Chin tightens the cuffs until they dig into my wrists. He steps back, “Why did you kill them? Your fathers right hand man I understand, working your way up the ranks, but why the cop? What did he do?” Tears cloud my eyes and I shake my head, “I didn’t do it! I swear!” Chin grits his jaw, “We have evidence! We have your DNA on the scene, your finger prints on the shell casings found on both scenes!” I pull on the cuffs, “I was set up!” He walks closer to me and I flinch away before the door is flung open, “Chin!” He spins around to see Steve and Danny walking in the room. Steve motions to the door, “Give us a minute.” Chin nods and throws me one last glare before leaving the room.

When the door closes and it’s just Steve, Danny, and I Steve rushes to the chair and unlocks the cuffs. Danny stares wide eyed as I rub my wrists, “What the hell are you doing?” Steve spins around, “She didn’t do it.” Danny throws his hands in the air, “Oh and how do you know that? Can you read minds now?” Steve sighs and kneels in front of me, “I’m so sorry, I’m the reason they’re doing this.” He wipes the stray tear off my cheek and I shake my head, “Don’t. Don’t take the blame, we had no idea she knew and we never thought she would do this. Especially since she’s my sister.” I bite my lip to hold in a sob, “How could she do this to me? Her own sister. I protected her from HPD and from you and she framed me for two murders that put a target on my back. Even if we take care of one we still deal with the others.” He nods, “I know.” I gasp and stand up before pacing the floor, “No, no, no, they know about you! If dad finds out he’ll have you killed!” I wasn’t paying attention to where I was pacing and I run into Danny. He stiffens and grabs for his gun but he’s stopped be Steve grabbing his arm, “Do not pull a gun on her, ever.”

Danny looks between us bewildered, “How the hell do you know she’s innocent!? What makes you think shes trust worthy!?” I grab Steve’s hand as his nose flares and pull him back a little. He looks at me and I give a small nod before he turns back to Danny, “I know she’s innocent because she was with me.”

“Wh-what?”

Steve sighs and I speak up this time, “That’s why Michelle framed me for the murders. She found out I was seeing Steve somehow and turned on me. She’s never liked me since I was adopted as a baby and when she found this information she must have decided it was time to get rid of me for good. I had no idea she knew but the next thing I know I’m being told that I murdered two men and I was being arrested. But you have to believe me, I have no intention of hurting anybody, I never have. That is my fathers business and my sister took it on as hers as well, but I was the black sheep. I went through all the training but never had the heart or want to hurt anyone. That’s kind of how Steve and I started our relationship.”

“I’m sorry, relationship?” Steve and I nod and he shakes his head, “Nope don’t believe it, do you have proof?” Steve raises his hands, “Is my word not enough proof?” Danny shakes his head, “Hell no! Have you met her family she could have some like magic voodoo over you or somethin’.”

Steve sighed and reached for his phone but furrowed his brows when his pocket was empty. His head along with Dannys turned to me as I unlocked Steve’s phone, “What’s mine is yours is it not?” He chuckled before I swung the phone around to Danny, “There’s a whole album of us on there.” Danny’s eyebrows furrow as he flips from one photo to the next all of me and Steve or of just me. He hands Steve the phone and sighs, “How did this start?”

I look at Steve and then back at Danny, “Ten months ago I broke into Steve’s house but it wasn’t to hurt him, it was to help him without people finding out. I fed him information and about a month in we started dating, and here we are.”

Danny’s mouth dropped, “You’re why we took so many members of the Yakuza down.” Steve and I nod and Danny leans against the wall processing all of this new information. He straightens up and points between us, “Was she with you when both murders took place?” Steve looked at me and thought about it and nodded, “Yeah she was.” Steve and I looked at each other as it clicked before Danny looks at Steve, “Are you willing to take the stand and testify on her behalf?” Steve nods his head once in finality, “Absolutely.” I stiffen, “You can’t!” They look at me with furrowed brows and I cup Steve’s face, “If you testify the Yakuza will put a target on my back and yours. I won’t let you do it, I will not be the reason the man I love dies.”

He grabs my hands with a small smile, “I can take care of myself and you can’t stop me.” I sigh knowing he’s right before nodding in agreement, “But some things have to change.” Steve tilts his head to signal me to continue, “I can’t go back home so I’ll need a place to stay, preferably your house and second of all when your here I’m here, no ifs, ands, or buts.” He chuckles and kisses my cheek, “Deal.”

Steve takes my hand before leading my through the maze of halls and to an elevator with Danny trailing behind. When we get in the elevator I feel the tiredness seep in from all the running and stress I’ve put my body through. I lean my head on Steve’s shoulder and close my eyes as he pulls me closer to him. I groan and blink when the elevator dings and follow behind Steve and Danny to the room where everyone who hates me stand. When Chin looks up his eyes flare in anger and he comes towards me. I jump behind Steve who loops his arm back to keep my behind him before he yells, “Stand down!” Chin stops in his tracks as he takes in the scene before him, “What is she doing here!?”

Steve huffs out an angry breath and I rub his back to help him calm down, “She’s here because she’s innocent. She didn’t kill either of those two guys.”

Chin looks bewildered and angry, “Do you honestly believe that!? The evidence says one thing and it says that she was the one that pulled the trigger! What part of that don’t you understand!? She deserves to be in prison she deserves to DIE in prison! Maybe she should get a bullet put between her eyes like she did to Lt. Burns!”

Steve goes to walk forward towards Chin and I run in front of him and put my hands on his chest, “Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Take a breath and think this through I’m okay, I’m not hurt, and I’m not offended. You have nothing to protect me from.” He takes another huff processing what I said and I grab his jaw and tilt his head down to meet mine, “Look at me,” he still doesn’t look at me and my voice gets a little more demanding, “Look at me.” His eyes snap to mine and his eyes are still lit in anger so I do the only thing I can think of I kiss him. I place my hands on his chest and smash my lips to his and he’s quick to kiss back and I smile when I feel his muscles relax under my fingertips. He grabs my hips and pulls me closer and I almost continue to deepen the kiss but I push myself away when I remember where we are. I glance in his eyes to see that they’ve softened and are no longer on fire. His hold on my isn’t as tight but it’s still present as I turn around to face everyone to see bewilderment in their eyes except for Danny who just looks intrigued and a little disgusted.

Steve looked right in Chin’s eyes, “Like I said she did not do it. And if you want proof I’m standing right in front of you, the nights the murders took place she was with me. That’s why I believe she didn’t do it.”

Chin and Kono looked flabbergasted and Danny spoke up, “It’s true, I saw pictures.” I snorted out a laugh and Steve continued, “I’m going to go to my office and call the prosecutor, and I expect everyone to be intact when I get back.” As he said the last part he glared right at Chin before placing a kiss on my temple and going in his office.

I watched as he sat at his desk and picked up the phone before turning around as I heard Kono, “Soooo, how did that happen? No offense but you’re not someone I would have expected him to get involved with.” I sigh and lean against the table and Danny barks out a laugh, “Oh you’re gonna love this!” I throw him a look and smile before turning to Kono, “I broke into his house….three times.” Chin huffed and sarcastically said, “Only three?” I bit my cheek and took a breath before forcing a smile, “Yes, after that I got a key.”

Danny’s head swiveled around and gasped, “You got a key!?” I nod and he places his hand over his heart with a pout, “I’m hurt, even I don’t get a key.” I laugh, “The only reason he gave me a key is because the last time I broke in I had been stabbed and shot….and bleeding out in his living room. You actually were there the next morning and he made some excuse to come upstairs so he could check my wounds and change the dressing.” His mouth falls open, “He lied to me!? Why didn’t he tell me!?” I smile and bump his shoulder, “He didn’t want to get you involved just yet,” I looked at everyone before adding, “any of you.”

I glance into Steve’s office to see him motion me in when our eyes meet. I look at everyone and smile, “I’ll be right back.”

Danny’s POV

I turn to Chin with raised eyebrows, “I hope you know that he will kill you if you say anything like that about Y/N again.” Kono nods in agreement, “Sorry cuz, but I have to agree with Danny on this one, they’re obviously in love and you have her to thank for you not being dead.” I nod, “True, he was very close to tackling you when she stopped him.” Kono looks at me and nods, “I know! I’ve never seen anyone dare to get in his way let alone talk him down from doing something stupid, she’s definitely special.” I nod in agreement and watch Chin roll his eyes, “She’s just using him, when push comes to shove she’ll ditch him when he needs her, there is no way a Yakuza member would risk their life for someone, let alone a cop.” I bite the inside of my cheek so I don’t yell at him but Kono beats me to it, “Damn cuz, don’t you believe in true love? Seriously what’s your deal with her, she didn’t kill anyone and apparently she’s the reason we’ve taken so many Yakuza down?” Chin rolls his eyes before storming to his office. I turn around to see Steve glaring holes into the back of Chins head and Y/N squeezing his hand and whispering to him.

Y/N’s POV

When I step into Steve’s office I walk over to his desk before sitting on the edge of his desk right in front of his chair. He wheels himself to be in between my legs before resting his hands on my hips, “I talked to the prosecutor and he’s organizing for my testimony.” I smile and nod as I run my fingers through his hair, “You don’t have to do this. She’ll target you for getting me exonerated.” He pulls me closer and nods, “I know, but I want to. You don’t deserve to be in prison for something you didn’t do. That would be letting Michelle win.” I cup his face with a smile, “I love you.” He smiles his dazzling smile, “I love you too.”

We step out of the office right as Chin storms away and I squeeze Steve’s hand, “It’s okay baby, he just has to process everything.” He relaxes slightly and nods.

Three Days Later

I’ve been exonerated and made a temporary member of 5-0 to help take Michelle down. Chin still hates me and it’s becoming harder and harder to hold Steve back from doing something stupid. I look up when I hear the computer ding before yelling , “They found Michelle!”

Within minutes we’re speeding to the warehouse where HPD tracked Michelle and her guys to. When we get there we get suited up except for Chin because we were one best short before heading in. Kono is with Chin and I and Danny and Steve are together much to Steve’s chagrin.

I duck behind a skid of boxes as bullets rip through the air while yelling through the coms, “Steve! They’re on the south side!” I hear him confirm the location before heading this way.

I look to the side and see Michelle with a gun pointed at Chin and Chin can’t see her. I stand up and tackle Chin to the ground as Michelle pulls the trigger. I roll off of Chin and take off my vest and throw it at him as he lays wide eyed on the ground. I stand up as Michelle goes to grab Chin and tackle her.

She stumbles back at the force and the gun flies out of her hand. She shoves me off but I wrap my leg around the back of hers taking her down with me. My head flies backward as her foot collides with my chin. I groan before rolling over as she grabs my arm and twists it. I let out a small scream in pain as she stands taking me with her. I grit my teeth when I see the gun before swinging my head back and into her face. She groans and lets me go and I dice for the gun. I look up when I hear Steve and Danny come running in. Michelle uses the distraction as an advantage and dives on top of me to grab the gun. I struggle with Michelle and roll around as she pins me to the ground. I let out a growl before kneeing her in the gut and grabbing the gun but before I can shoot her she grabs my arm pulling it in between us as she tries to wrestle it out of my hand. I hear Kono yell that she has a shot and two gunshots ring out at the same time. I sigh out of relief as Michelle falls off of me before I look down to see red quickly staining my grey shirt.

I feel my body quiver and watch as Steve runs over and kneels beside my head pulling me into his lap as he puts pressure on the wound. I grab his hand and look up at him with a smile, “It’s a okay, it doesn’t hurt.” The last thing I hear is a shout of my name as the world around me goes black.

Steve’s POV

When Danny and I run into the room I see Michelle and Y/N rolling around on the ground and Kono helping Chin stand. My face pales as I notice Chin has Y/N’s vest. I run over and push him against the boxes, “Why the hell do you have her vest!?” He chokes out that she gave it to him and I release him as Kono nods that is indeed what happened.

I turn around and watch as Y/N dives for the gun and try and get a shot. I grit my jaw when I can’t get one until Kono yells that she has one. Kono pulls the trigger but I furrow my brows as two gunshots are heard. I look over to see Michelle fall to the ground and my heart stops as I see the blood pooling around Y/N.

I run over and kneel beside her as I put pressure on the wound. She grabs my hand and tells me it doesn’t hurt and tears cloud my vision because I know what that means. Her head rolls to the side as she loses consciousness. Everything after that was a blur, the ambulance, the paramedic’s, the doctors and nurses, the grim faces of everyone in the waiting room with me.

I snap back to reality as I feel someone place a hand on my shoulder. I look over to see Danny with a frown on his face, “Steve.” I look at him and he continues, “The nurse said that the doctor will be here in a minute.”

I clear my throat and nod before standing up as a doctor walks in, “Who is the next of kin?” I rub my hands together, “I guess that’s me?” He nods, “What is your relation to the patient?” I look around before looking back at him, “I, umm, I’m her boyfriend. She doesn’t have any other family.” He nods before gesturing over to the corner away from people. I follow him over and feel my heart in my throat at his words, “She survives the surgery, barely, she died on the table twice but we were able to revive her. She lost a lot of blood, she has head trauma, four broken ribs, a sprained wrist, and a hairline fracture to her forearm. She’s in a medically induced coma in hopes it will give her body time to heal. The next few days will be touch and go,” he stops a second and takes in a breath, “I do have to tell you that the survival rate for someone in her condition, there’s an 87% fatality rate. And the next 72 hours will be the most critical after that the fatality rate drops down to around 42%.”

I lean against the wall as tears swim in my eyes and nod before choking out a thank you. When he leaves the room I stay in my position a little longer as I feel everyone’s eyes on me. I take a breath before leaving the room and heading to the vending machines.

Danny’s POV

Ever since we got to the hospital Steve has been in a daze and when the doctor came in I could tell the news wasn’t good from his face. I watched as Steve’s body slumped against the wall and he fought back tears before leaving the waiting room. I looked at everyone to see concerned faces on everyone’s face, even Chin’s.

I sigh and stand up to go find Steve. I find him standing in the hall staring blankly at the vending machines. I place my hand on his shoulder and he glances at me and I see everything I need to in his eyes, she’s dying, and now it’s just a waiting game.

“Steve. What did he say?”

He swallowed hard before wiping his eyes, “She has an 87% chance of fatality for the next 72 hours and if she lives past that the fatality rates drops down to 42%. They have her in a medically induced coma in hopes that her body can recover.”

I watch as he slides down the wall as tears flow down his face. I sit beside him and we sit in silence taking comfort in each other’s presence before Steve speaks up, “When she broke into my house, I knew. I knew she was going to change my life forever but I didn’t know how. I guess I know now.”

I lean my head against the wall before asking, “If you could, would you change anything?” I felt him sigh, “No, the last few months have been the best of my life. And if she does, if she does die she’ll have supplied me with some of the best memories.”

Time Skip

I sigh as I walk through the graveyard seeing Steve standing over her grave as the rain pours down. I choke back some of my own tears. She survived in the coma for two days but in the end her body couldn’t survive the fight. Steve was there when she stopped breathing and he was there when they pronounced her dead. He hasn’t been the same since and it’s been two months since that day.

I stand by his side, “Steve, it’s been two months, maybe you should come back to work, it hasn’t been the same since you took leave.” He doesn’t take his eyes off of her gravestone and his tears mix with the rain, “If was doomed from the start.” I furrow my eyebrows and look at him, “What?”

“Me and her. It’s was forbidden by even god himself.”

I rest my hand on his shoulder as I look at her gravestone, “Sometimes the forbidden things are the sweetest things.”

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SHADES OF RED

Fight Club Owner! Sukuna x Wealthy! Reader teaser

Here is the teaser @rinhaler hope you find it interesting

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sexual desire

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"Coming up in my club and business is a fucking invasion of privacy, princess. Didn't your parents teach you any form of manners?"

You scoff, turning on your heels fixing him a piercing glare. The audacity he has to call you that. "First off, do not call me princess. Secondly, you are a heinous man for allowing and orchestrating vile legal entities, like this illegal fight club to exist. Thirdly, my parents do not give a flying fuck about my existence."

Sukuna smirks, simply amused by your boldness and sharp tongue. You definitely weren't a cop or some government agent, not with those clothes. "It's called capitalism, sweetheart. Surely you're familiar with that term since you dress like a white collar person."

"I'm a financial broker and a consultant." You clarify, the front of your shoes tapping impatiently while it echoes in the cold but smelly lockeroom, waiting for your cousin to change. You can hear him grumble and huff in irritation about you meddling in his life. The oh so sultry way he said sweetheart made your insides feel repulsed. There was no way you enjoyed him calling you pet names.

"Oh so you should be aware then. You deal with shady clients from time to time so you can't be that stupid. There are far seedy businessmen than me who do worst than what I run. You might have even funded them." The patronizing tone he used boiled your blood. You had half a mind to slap that smirk off his face and the other was to punch his face. You don’t care if he’s 6'6 feet with muscles or whatever, you on thin ice with violence tonight. You aren’t scared of any man. At least that's what your mind is telling yourself as you are front of the pink-haired male.

"You must get off being so arrogant. That prideful that you had to resort to shady businesses to get through in life?" You smirk with vehemence. Satisfied that the grin was gone and replaced by a scowl, you took it further. "You must have a fucked up life that you needed to get by like a vulture and work your way up-" you were cut off when Sukuna was suddenly in front of you.

The confidence you had inside died instantly when you saw just how dark his face got and those looming red eyes staring at you like you were a dangerous insect. If looks could kill, you'd be incinerated. It was frightening and erotic the way he was towering over you, ready to pounce you like a predator.

"For someone who's a professional businesswoman, you sure got a mouth that acts like they can fucking talk to others however they want." He growls out, the tension so thick, even Hiroshi stopped moving. You couldn't tell if your cousin was scared or not, not when his eyes commanded you to look at him. "You should really be careful with who you're talking too. You think you can just come in here and think you're the shit. Get the fuck outta here with that attitude." Sukuna is keenly aware of your bossy attitude, along with your bravery. He does admire it dearly, but sometimes people like you need to be reminded of their place. He can think of many ways to put you in your place and do the nastiest and sinful things to let you know who's dominant.

"Oh I will." You utter, regaining the bravery back to look at him. "I don't plan on coming back here and neither is Hiroshi."

"No, what the fuck!? You can't just tell me not to come here and force my life around!" The irritated voice of your 18-year old cousin shouts in the lockeroom. He reappears in a black wifebeater tank top, black joggers, a white baseball cap worn backwards and black and white converses. His face, fueled with rage and hurt despite the few yet prominent bruises on his face fills you with regret. Maybe you should have kept a closer eye on him in school.

"Yes you are and I said so. Get your stuff and let's go." You order him, yet he refuses, his toned biceps crossing his chest in indignation.

"Fuck that! You’re not my mom just because you’re raising me! I am not gonna let you do what you want me to do just because it doesn't go with your "white collar" bullshit!" Hiroshi spat. Your eyes widen in shock for a split second, hurt by how he replied, and Hiroshi knew he fucked up by saying the first words he didn't mean to say. But you instantly regain composure and was about to respond coldly until a deep tone interrupted.

"What a family feud you are causing here." The feigned surprised voice of Sukuna makes you bristle, giving him a death stare. Seriously why is this man even in your presence.

"He can leave tonight. Let him recover and rest from his bruises. But," He looks to you with that same dark expression that sent shivers down your spine, and it was the good kind of shivers, "if you think you can just house arrest my top fighter and micro-manage him, he's part of this world now and can do as much as he pleases, princess. So you shouldn't stop him."

The challenge he declared to you made your competitive side ablaze. You faced him head-on with a fearsome look of your own. "Hiroshi is not coming back here and that's final. Hiroshi, let's go."

What a conceited, self-centered bitch you are. He chuckles in his thoughts. Now he was interested in you and your confidence. Just as she swipes his arm with her shoulder, her classy and expensive heels echoing the tiled floor, he eyes his top fighter who was furious at the thought of being forbidden from coming back here. Sukuna stops Hiroshi by the shoulder, making the IED teen look at him.

"Don't worry kid, you're still allowed here. Can't have my top fighter out of the game now. We'll figure something out, but for now just go home and rest up." He hears Hiroshi grunt out a low "fine" before he storms out of the lockeroom with veiled rage.

As for you...he really is intrigued by your beauty, your confidence and finesse. But that attitude of yours has to be fixed. Give it time and you'll warm up to him soon.

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I am excited but nervous to write this series. I hope I did Sukuna justice with his personality here.

#jujutsu kaisen au #fight club au #ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #reader is female #reader is sassy #sukuna #this is a fic i am nervous to write #i hope this is okay!

[riality-check]

even more bootlegging, featuring our lovely sinclair siblings! part 1 and part 2, in case you missed them!

“Anything fun today?” Lucas asks, leaning over the desk.

There’s a bang from underneath the desk so hard it jolts the whole thing, causing a mug full of pencils to fall over.

“Damn,” a voice swears, and as Lucas cleans up the scattered pencils, Jonathan peeks over the desk, rubbing the back of his head.

“Sorry,” Lucas says, setting the mug upright.

“Don’t be,” Jonathan says, setting a notebook down amidst the clutter of papers on his desk. “You just startled me is all.”

Jonathan is easily startled. Lucas picked up on that the second he met him, months ago when they were investigating the same lead. Jonathan Byers is easily startled, quietly observant, and largely uninteresting, save for the fact that every time a car outside the newspaper office backfires, his hand twitches toward his hip.

That alone makes him very interesting, but Lucas isn’t paid to psychoanalyze him. He’s just a friend, though that doesn’t exempt him from Lucas’s constant reading. He does that to everyone. It’s kind of his thing.

“Sorry,” he says again, and, predictably, Jonathan waves him off. “Anything of interest today?”

It’s part of the deal they struck after the first time they met. They exchange leads, seeing if what they’re looking into that week has any connection. Jonathan gets the public stuff or anything Lucas’s clients want to make public, and Lucas gets anything that Jonathan can’t publish.

It’s probably a bad business strategy to share information with an investigative reporter, but Lucas is one person on a team of two. Sometimes, they need all the help they can get.

“You first,” Jonathan says.

“Haven’t got anything,” Lucas says honestly. “Just a couple of missing persons cases, same two I told you about last time.”

“No progress?”

“We’re getting there. If there’s anything concrete, I’ll let you know.”

Jonathan nods. “I got a missing person today.”

Lucas leans further on the desk, careful not to crush any of the papers. “Really?”

Jonathan nods again and rifles through a stack of yellow sheets to his left. “Yup. Brother, dad, relative, I don’t remember, came in and filed a tip. I thought it was weird he didn’t go to the cops.”

“Lots of people would rather not go to the cops,” Lucas says. It’s kind of the whole reason he and Erica are still afloat. Lots of people don’t want to talk to cops - not that he blames them at all - so they pay the Sinclairs to investigate instead.

“Yeah, but he looked like someone who would,” Jonathan says, finally taking out a sheet of paper. “White, well off but not too well off. Perfectly average citizen.”

He hands Lucas the sheet, and he takes it.

“Maxine Hargrove,” he reads.

“Yup. And the guy who came in was…”

Lucas scans down the bottom of the page and finds nothing. “A mystery.”

Jonathan takes the paper back. “I knew I should have had coffee this morning. Damn. I can’t remember his name, but I can tell you he was armed.”

“Armed?”

“Yep. I saw the gun in his coat.”

That’s another thing that’s interesting about Jonathan. He always makes a note of stuff like that: if people are armed, what they’re wearing. He always scans a room for the exits and sits with his back to the wall.

He’d make a great private investigator, in Lucas’s opinion. He has half a mind to talk to Erica about it.

He hums instead and takes the sheet back to finish reading it.

Maxine Hargrove. 18. White. Long red hair, blue eyes. 5’3”. 110 pounds. Last wearing a long lilac dress and matching hat. Last seen-

“This says she was last seen a week ago,” Lucas says.

“Yup,” Jonathan says, writing something down on one of the papers covering his desk.

“Why wait that long?” Lucas asks.

“Guy mentioned some defiance issues, previous runaway attempts,” Jonathan says without looking up.

“She’s an adult. No one can make her go back if she doesn’t want to.”

Jonathan shrugs. “Hey, you asked for interesting. Unless you want to hear about the latest in the society pages-”

“No, thanks.”

“Then that’s all I’ve got.”

Lucas tucks the paper into the inside pocket of his gray suit jacket. “I’ll see what I can find.”

“Thanks,” Jonathan says. He stands and holds his hand out to shake, which Lucas does.

“See you next week.”

Jonathan nods. “Say hi to Erica for me.”

“Always do,” Lucas says. “By the way, she says you should cut your hair. It’s getting long, and it makes you look like a mop.”

Jonathan snorts.

“Her words, not mine,” Lucas says.

“I didn’t doubt it. See you next week,” Jonathan says.

Lucas grins and walks out of the newspaper office and toward his own, only a few blocks south.

Along the way, he thinks of the oddities in that tip. The vague description. The waiting. The lack of a signature. It’s all strange, but he has actual, paying clients to worry about, as Erica would put it, and they need their help to-

Find people.

Huh. That’s a pattern. Lucas’s brain likes patterns.

He swings open the door to his office, wincing at the volume of the bell attached to it.

“Where have you been?” Erica calls from the back room.

“Lunch, and then with Jonathan,” Lucas calls back. “It’s Friday.”

“Well, while you were out,” Erica says, coming through the door to the front room with three notebooks in her arms, “five people called.”

“Five? That’s-”

“-the most we’ve gotten in one day, I know. I can count,” Erica says, setting the notebooks down on the receptionist’s - not that they have one - desk and brushing her hair out of her face. “And guess what?”

“What?”

“You’re not even gonna guess?”

“Just tell me.”

“You’re no fun,” Erica says, rolling her eyes. “They’re all missing persons.”

“All of them?”

“Did you not hear what I just said?”

It’s times like these when Lucas feels like he’s five years old again and wants to tug on Erica’s pigtails.

“So we went from two cases to eight in one day?”

“Eight?” Erica asks. “Two plus five is seven, stu-”

Lucas pulls the sheet of paper out of his jacket pocket. “Eight.”

Before he can say anything else, Erica snatches it out of his hand.

He sighs and shrugs off his coat to put on the coat rack by the door while she reads it.

“Rude,” he says, and she holds a hand up to shush him as she reads.

“She’s an outlier,” Erica says, shoving the sheet back at him.

“What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said,” she says, opening up the first notebook.

“Do you feel like elaborating?” Lucas asks, trying to read her awful handwriting.

“Give me a second, will you?” she snaps. “All the other cases have been white men, late twenties, early thirties. Maxine here doesn’t fit the pattern.”

“That age range… and who’s looking for them?”

“Girlfriends and wives. No other family,” Erica says. “I’m betting they’re-”

“Bootleggers,” Lucas finishes. “Or something related.”

“You stole my thunder,” Erica complains.

“Talk faster.”

Erica sticks her tongue out at him. God, it really is like they’re toddlers again.

“You think it’s got anything to do with Steve’s-”

“No,” Erica says instantly.

It’s somewhat of an open secret. Steve’s a family friend, a little closer to Erica than to Lucas, and all of them know where he goes on Friday nights.

Lucas doesn’t care. He’s honestly surprised the country has stayed dry - at least on paper - for as long as it has. 

But he isn’t going to snitch. He and Erica aren’t the law. That’s the whole point of Sinclair & Sinclair, Private Investigators.

So, it doesn’t matter. So long as Steve’s gin joint friends aren’t involved with their current case, Lucas can turn a blind eye and feel just fine about it.

“That was quick,” Lucas says.

“Steve has said over and over that Joyce wouldn’t hurt a fly,” Erica says like she’s said the same thing over and over. Maybe she has. Lucas tunes her out quite a bit.

“And you trust that?”

“I trust Steve with my life,” Erica says, and Lucas can’t really disagree with that.

Still, it’s worth looking into. Lucas will compare leads with Jonathan next week, see if he knows anything about a Joyce and a speakeasy below the diner on Cornwallis.

For now, he has to focus on following the leads they do have, and he lets Erica fill him in on what she has so far. While he does that, he lets his mind wander to their outlier.

Maxine. She might not be connected to any of this, but Lucas can’t help but think of her. The city isn’t safe for anyone, nevermind a girl on her own. Whether she’s missing or ran away, it still isn’t safe.

“Stop thinking about your charity case,” Erica says before she starts reading from her notes again.

Just one of the many perks of working with his sister: they’re in sync when they remember to shut their mouths and focus.

part 4

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[zzzallnite]

- The Mole - 

“I swear on my children, I didn’t say anything to the cops!” Leo pleads, while nervously eyeing up the boss, who’s pacing around him with a gun in his hand. Leo has been working for Moretti for years as a book keeper. Things went smoothly for the mobster, up until a few months ago, the NYPD started intercepting his business deals. There is a rumor that there is a snitch within his organization. And when Leo was interrogated by the police, all the suspicions were pointing toward him, which made me slightly relieved, as I am actually the mole.

“Hm, look, I.... HRRGHHH!!”, Leo grunted as the butt of Moretti’s pistol lands on the back of his head. I could see the brief expression of pain writing on his face, before all of his facial muscles relax as he drops flat on the floor. The boss kneels down, and pulls the unconscious man’s shirt so hard that to the point that some of the buttons fly off, revealing Leo’s hairy torso with a small shaved patch where a small wire is taped on. The boss is clearly fuming as his face turns red like a ripe tomato, and he points the gun at Leo, ready to finish him.

Little does the mobster knows, that Leo and I have made a deal behind his back: Leo is taking part of Moretti’s dirty money to fund both of our secret exit from his business, while I cover up for him until the money is transferred. Unfortunately, the transaction made by Leo was what alerted the cop. If Leo dies, I will probably be stuck here until I fulfill my duty as Moretti’s human shield, or even the next target for his paranoia. I have to do something...

I quickly jump in between the big boss and the out cold Leo; it luckily makes Moretti lower his weapon and he waits for my next move. I take out a syringe filled with some sort of liquid and open the cap with my teeth, pull Leo’s trouser low enough so I could jam the needle in his glute and pump the content of the syringe into his body.

“Don’t need to spill the blood now, the cops are already on to us. The poison will do the trick instead”, I try to trick Moretti into believing that I just euthanized Leo, but it was just some ketamine that I smuggled from a local vet. Leo would wake up eventually unharmed, if ignoring the bump on his head. But for now, our lives depend on how good I am at lying.

“Check his asshole!”, the boss orders. It is such an odd thing to do, but understandable considering the man has been jumpy lately. I hesitantly pull Leo trousers and undies all the way to his knees, allowing his cock and balls to fall limp on the ground. I grab his butt cheeks and clench my thumbs on the rim of his anus, widening it so that Moretti can see also that there’s nothing hidden in there. “Now put your dick in”, Moretti says, while waving the gun at me. “This snitching fucker doesn’t deserve a nice, easy death. This would be your reward as well, I know you fag like to eat ass, don’t ya?”

Although I indeed like to fuck other men, the circumstance that I am in now is rather turning me off. But I have no choice but to comply, if I want to get both out alive. “Co’mon, do it! We don't have all day!” Moretti grinds his teeth as he looks into my eyes, while he lifts Leo’s limp dick up with his gun, flapping it around, waiting for my move. I look back down on Leo’s face and sigh; the poor guy does not know what’s going to happen to him.

I start to rub my penis until it is hard enough to thrust inside the unconscious man’s asshole; the lack of grip indicates that he is still lights out. I keep slamming inside him until the mob boss bursts out laughing at my visible discomfort, and then he stands up and walks out alongside another henchman. “I’ll leave you two ladies alone. Make sure to clean up before you go.” The moment everybody has left the room, I pull out my cock, now covered in scum particles, and blow a huge load on Leo’s buttock. I just use the rug on the floor to wipe it off, and proceed with the plan that I’ve been cooking up in my mind.

I put my hand on Leo’s chest to check if he’s still breathing; it is still warm and gently puffing up and down, which is a good sign. Unfortunately, the sedative I gave him is still having effect so for now it will be a one man show, featuring me. I throw the poor man’s limp body over my shoulder and carry him to the back seat off my car where he dozes off the drug, while I drive away from there as fast that I could.