#The way he puts the gun in his waist band

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price and Sam Waterston - Journey Into Fear (1975)

[hennyjwrites]

Imagine owing Rio money and he comes to collect

You closed the door to your apartment, not bothering to turn on your lights as you kicked off your heels. You reached and flipped the switch, brightening up your living room in seconds. You jumped as you turned to your side and seen rio, staring at you with a sly smirk

“Shit, why the fuck are you sitting in the dark, jackass.” You scolded him, as you walked past him and towards your kitchen. You weren’t scared of Rio or Christopher as you frequently called him. Rio stood and followed behind you quietly. As you were turned towards your liquor cabinet. Rio grabbed your arm, turning you around roughly, before putting his golden, engraved pistol under your chin.

“Where’s my money, mama?” He whispered, bringing his face closer to yours. He had a frown on his face as he stared into your soul. You owed him a few bands, because he helped you get your business started. You stared at him back, biting your lips, before smiling. “You know you fucking with a freak baby, you just making me want you even more.” You giggled, as you brought one of your nails to trail down his cheek.

You sent a shock down rios spine. He wasn’t use to this treatment, but he loved it. He hate it too. Rio sat the gun on the counter, before slapping you across the face. Your face went to the side, and you bit your lip in pleasure and moaned quietly. He then gripped your jaw tight, scowling down at you. Rio knew how to handle you. He slipped his hand down to your throat, stroking the sides before he gripped it. He could feel your pulse quickening. Your eyes never left his face as he brought his mouth down to your ears.

“You owe me some money mama.” He smoothly bought his hands down your body. “50k to be exact.” He rubbed your waist , before gripping your ass. He was rough with you, just the way you liked him to be. His hands slithered up your dress, gripping your ass, before hooking his fingers on the sides of your thong. He slipped them down your leg, helping you step out of them. He kissed the side of your neck, making you whimper quietly. “How you gon pay me back?” He whispered before pulling away to look at you.

The look in your eye, the lust, the attraction, everything told him the answers he wanted. He pulled you into a kiss, before pushing you towards the bedroom. “I want all of this off, by the time I get to the bedroom, girl.” He demanded, sexily. As you walked away, listening to every word he said, he slapped your ass, making it jiggle. As you disappeared around the corner, Rio grabbed a bottle of henny, you had sitting on the counter, and quickly following behind you.

[rimaiahwrites]

Know better

Connie catches you playing with his gun… short spanking, bratty behavior, softish dom!connie, sub!black!reader, aftercare, fluffy.

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Your stomach growled as you stood up from the bed and went to the kitchen to grab something to eat, then went to sit in the living room with Connie, “hi my handsome boyy.” You grinned as you leaned in to kiss him on the lips. He ignored you, mumbling a quick “wassup” while aggressively clicking on the buttons of his controller.

You huffed loudly, Connie was paying you no attention today because he was too busy on the game with his homeboys, eren, jean and ony. You pouted and laid your chin on his shoulder “Bubba you’re not paying attention to me” you whined. His eyes still glued to the tv not hearing a word you just said but apparently all the boys talking through his headset did because you could their loud asses asking for you to say hi, so you grabbed the headset from Connie and placed it on your head. “Hi boys yes it is I the princess.” They all chuckled and each said their hi’s and hello’s.

“Where you been at girl?” Eren asked, the group hasn’t hung out in a minute because normally the kickbacks were at yall house but since Connie been working way more lately nobody has really had the time to hang out.

You huffed and looked over at Connie giving him the side eye, “nothing just at home dealing with your annoying ass brother he’s been ignoring me all day-“ before you really finish Connie snatch the headset from you. You flipped him off and grabbed your phone to go back up stairs. “She tripping y’all know she spoiled as fuck.” Stomping your back up stairs to your room to find something to do and just as you walked past the dresser Connie’s gun was just sitting there. Curiosity got the best of you and you grabbed the heavy weapon, it looked so big in your hand compared to the way it looked in Connie’s. You pulled your bonnet off and posed in front of the mirror with it in your hand, your finger off the trigger. You giggled.

Maybe I need one I look like a boss bitch for real. You thought.

“Y’all niggas tripping man gimme my shit!” You whispered yelled putting the gun up and pointing it at the mirror playing like you was a gangsta like mr. baldie down stairs. You kept playing around with his loaded gun saying all the things you hear him say to people whenever he has to pull his gun out, which was only twice because he always tries to be on his best behavior when he has you around, he didn’t really like you seeing him like that or to put you in a position to be harmed with the nonsense he deals with. you were his little princess and he wanted you kept in the dark about all the stuff he puts himself into.

So he definitely didn’t playing with his gun so imagine the shook on your face when his deep voice said loudly “what the hell is you doing?” snatching the gun out your hand and placed in his waist band. “Huh? Nothing I-I was just-“

“Just what? Playing with my loaded gun? Which you know you ain’t supposed to be doing you know the rules”

“I know i was Broad you wasn’t paying me any attention!” You pouted crossing your arms, he fake pouted back and bend down to your height, “oh so you think just because I wasn’t going you my full undivided attention for a couple hours you can break the rule and go against what I say?” Hissed as he sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at you very angrily like he was up to something, it made you very nervous so you stayed as far away from the bed as possible. “Co’ mere” he said lowly making the come here motion with his finger, you stood there hands behind your back playing with the end of Connie’s over sized shirt that laid at the back of your thighs.

“Now y/n.” He said sternly making you jump a little as you made your way over to him. He grabbed you and flipped you on your face, your face was planted on the bed and your ass laid across his legs. You gasped when he pulled your shirt- well his shirt up over your booty and pulled your pink lace panties down to expose your bare skin.

“Con please no.”

“You know you ain’t supposed to be playing wit’ daddy’s gun, you know better so what happens when you don’t follow the rules?”

“I get Punished, but-“ he chuckled and pulled his hoodie off.

“Ain’t no buts, you getting 20 and don’t lose count because if you do imma start over.” He said raising his hand high up and smacking you hard on the plump of your ass making you jump, you gasped loudly reaching back to grab his hand.

“Move your hands, now put them under your chin.” He popped your hands making you whine and quickly hide them away from him. He spanked you again, the tears began to come, you tried your best to keep the sobs in but his rough hands kept coming down on your bottom so hard making it sting.

What made it even worse was you weren’t used him being so mean, your daddy has barely raised his voice at you let alone spank you as a punishment, the most he has done was give you light soft spanks when you would act up when he was in your guts. You almost didn’t know if your were crying from the pain or your feelings being hurt.

“Papa please no more!” You cried

“Nah I already told, never touch my guns so why I come up here to see you playing with it?” He asked hitting you again. You almost couldn’t get your words out

“I-I didn’t put my finger on the trigger!” You screamed.

“That doesn’t matter I told you not to touch it at all, what if you accidentally shot it? Huh? What if you accidentally shot yourself?” he was so mad and you could tell by the way his grip on your waist was getting tighter and his hand was coming down harder making your ass jump, his hand felt hot and your ass you were sure was a bright red by now. Him even thinking about you hurting yourself with HIS gun made him feel a little sick, he didn’t play about you.

You were on the last five spanks and you just couldn’t take it anymore so without thinking of the consequences you reached back and grabbed his hand looking him in the eyes with your big brown teary eyes. “Papa please no more m’ so sorry won’t do it again..” you pouted, you felt like you were in a daze. Connie could see it in your eyes that you were deep in sub space, you looked so far gone. His heart melted and pulled you up to face him.

“Ok baby no more.”

He grabbed your chubby cheeks and kissed your lips softly.

“You won’t ever do that again mama?” You shook your head fast. “I p-promise, never ever again.” You sniffled. Putting your head in his neck breathing his scent in deeply. He smiled and leaned back against the pillows resting against your headboard, he rubbed your back trying to sooth your sniffles and hiccups. He looked down and saw that your bottom was a dark red and big hand prints covering it. He put his hands on it and you jumped a little and let out a whine. He cringed a little, his poor baby he thought even if it was for your own good.

“I just wanna keep you safe and I can’t do that if you don’t listen to what I tell you sweetheart you understand?” You nodded your head still keeping your head in between his neck and shoulder. After a few minutes of silence you spoke very softly keeping your voice very low. “Are you still mad at me?”

“Look at me,” he demanded holding your face in his big vainly hands. “I’m not mad anymore ok? And you did such a good job at taking your punishment mama, my big girl.” He mumbled kissing you all over your face and neck.

“You deserve a reward for taking it like a good girl, what do you want? A new Prada bag? Shoes? Ice cream? Anything you want.”

“Mm…” you said patting your chin in thought. “How about a new bag and ice cream?” And Connie agreed because you were his spoiled good girl…most of the time.

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Might do a part2 cuz it’s not as long as I wanted but just wanted to get this out

[loveesiren]

Doing It All For Us (Pt. 12)

Masterlist

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Rafe and Y/n leave the Bahamas and have a chance to enjoy themselves.

Warnings: Language, fluff, smut

Word Count: 2.8k+

You wake up to Rafe peppering kisses to your swollen belly. "Goodmorning, angel," He whispers against your skin. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Mmmm, don't wanna get up." You whine. Rafe's bed was so comfy. The warm air that drifted in through the patio doors added to your comfort and you were suddenly sad this wasn't a real vacation to the Bahamas.

"I know baby, I'm sorry. I promise we'll come back here soon."

"Honeymoon?" You ask.

Rafe looks up at you, smile wide on his face. "Honeymoon." He confirms. "But first," He says as he climbs back up your body, letting his lips hover over yours. "I owe you a ring, my dear fiancee."

You smile, taking his face between your hands as your guide his lips to yours, savoring every second of the kiss with your fiance. You'd never get tired of saying that. Atleast until you got to call him your husband.

You lazily got ready, putting on some basic make up, some shorts, and one of Rafe's t-shirts. He carried your stuff to the truck and you made your way downstairs. You ate cereal while you watched Rafe, Ward, and the escorts load up the gold on to the truck.

You sat in between Ward and Rafe as you drove to the airport. Rafe had his arm lazily slung around your shoulder as he leaned his head against yours.

Suddenly, a bunch of kids were running out in front of the trucks causing you all to stop.

"What the hell is this?" Ward asked.

"Oh, God, it's just some kids," Rafe said. "Move! Get out of the way!" He began yelling out the window.

Something didn't feel right. This was a trap.

"It's a trap!" One of the escorts yelled. You turned around to see men approaching your vehicle.

"We gotta go!" You yell.

Ward pulls out around the other trucks and takes off through an alley. "Where are we going?! Find where we are!" He yells at Rafe.

"Alright, alright, alright!" Rafe responds, looking at his phone. "This road goes to the same place just keep going."

"What the fuck was that?!" You ask as you tried to steady your breathing. You didn't realize you were clinging to Rafe's shirt until he pulled you into him. He wrapped protective arms around you as he looked out the window for a sign of anyone following you.

"Stay on this road, it will take us directly to the airport." Rafe says.

"Oh, what the fuck..." You mutter as you see the barrels and workers blocking the road ahead.

"Are you kidding me?" Ward says. "Get the gun, Rafe."

Rafe reaches for the glove box, pulling the gun out and tucking it in the back of his waist band. You swallow. You still hated guns but you'd been around them much more recently. Rafe gives you an apologetic look and you just nod, letting him know you trust him.

The people that approach the truck pull a gun on Ward and a knife on Rafe. Noticing you're pregnant, the man pulls you out of the car too, pushing you forward with Ward so he can keep the gun on both of you.

"Please don't hurt her!" Rafe begs, keeping his eyes on you.

"Shut up!" The woman spits at Rafe. "Move these to the side of the road."

Ward and Rafe begin moving the barrels and are forced on the ground. "You too, Princess!" He yells at you.

"I-I can't lay on my stomach," You say, keeping your hands up.

"On your knees then!"

You glance over at Rafe. You could see him trying to swallow his anger. You pleaded with your eyes for him not to try anything stupid.

"Go, go!" You hear the man yell.

You turn around and your jaw drops as you see Sarah and John B running to the truck.

"Sarah?" Ward yells. "Sarah, baby, you're alive!" He was standing up now. "You're alive, baby, I can't believe it! I love you!"

You see John B raise his gun as Ward moves closer to him and Sarah. Before he could pull the trigger, Rafe fires his gun. You watch as the bullet hits Sarah in the stomach.

The man hits Ward in the head with his gun, causing him to fall to the ground before he turns the gun on you. The woman had a gun pointed at Rafe now and you couldn't help the tears of fear that fell from your eyes.

John B and Sarah drove off with the gold and the two people holding you captive got in their own truck and drove off as your escorts made their way down the road.

Rafe ran to you, wrapping you tightly in his arms. "Are you okay?" He whispered against your hair. You nod in response, trying to muffle your sobs against his chest. "It's okay, baby girl, I got you."

"Fuck, I'm sorry Y/N-" Ward began. He was quickly cut off by Rafe shaking his head. Now wasn't the time.

-

You were taken back to the police station while they tried to locate the gold. You clung tightly to Rafe as Ward gushed about seeing Sarah. "It was her, right? It was her?"

"It was her, yeah..." Rafe responded.

"She's alive," Ward smiles. "I don't know what the hell you were doing though, shooting a gun right at her. You're just lucky you didn't hit her."

"I did. I did hit her."

"You shot Sarah?!"

"I was trying to shoot John B, okay? It was an accident. She stepped in the way. I did not mean to shoot her."

"Okay, okay, okay. I'm sorry." Ward says.

"But I don't care that I did."

You look up at Rafe as the words leave his lips. "Rafe, that is your sister!" Ward scolds him.

"Sister? The one who stole from us? The one who had her boyfriend pointing a gun at us, dad!" Rafe shot back.

An officer came in and handed Ward his phone, showing him a picture of Sarah and John B. You tune them out as you keep your gaze on Rafe. He turns to look at you and you can see a darkness in his eyes. Something was wrong and it made you nervous.

-

Ward had gotten two hotel rooms while the police looked for the gold. You sat on the bed and flipped on the tv while Rafe paced around the room.

"Rafe, what's going on?" You ask. You could tell shit was starting to get to him.

"I'm not okay..." He finally said. Sitting down on the edge of the bed and running his fingers through his hair. "I don't know how much more of this shit I can take...I feel like I'm losing my mind."

"Rafey..." You say softly, crawling over to him and climbing in his lap. He accepts you needily, pulling you close as he sniffles into your shoulder. He keeps one arm wrapped around you and brings his other palm to your swelling belly. You can feel his shoulders relax as he he breathes in your scent and feels his child growing inside of you.

"I want to be okay...for you and Wolf..."

"You will be, my love. Once we get the gold back...We'll get a place of our own..." You speak softly, raking your fingers through his shaggy hair as he leans into you. "We can paint Wolfie's room together...what color do you think he'll like?" You ask, trying to soothe your fiance.

"Purple..." He mumbles into your neck. "With dinosaurs."

You chuckle. "Of course he'll have dinosaurs."

You bit back tears as you held your sweet boy in your arms. You knew he was struggling and you wished so badly you could take that pain from him. You just wanted to marry Rafe, have your son, and live a normal life. But now you were tangled in this huge mess. Rafe was falling apart, you were almost six months pregnant. Ward was no help to his son. Sarah and her Pogue boyfriend were just toxic. You needed to step up and save your family.

You laid down with Rafe, running your long nails through his hair as you listened to the hotel TV play in the background. The sun began to set and Rafe drifted off to sleep.

You carefully took his arms off of you and crawled out of bed. You tried your best to be quiet as you made your way out of the room and headed towards Ward's room. You were surprised to find Ward already on his way to your room.

"Where's Rafe?" He questioned.

"He's asleep. He's not doing well..."

"What do you mean?"

"This shit is getting to him. What he's done...to Peterkin...to Sarah...All this...chaos." You say, gesturing at nothing. "He's not okay, Ward. And I really need him to be okay. Wolf needs him to be okay."

Ward sighed and looked down, offering a small nod. "You're right," He says, placing his hands on his hips. "You're right. Listen...I just got the call. We got the gold back. When we get home and I sort out all the little details, I'm going to set you and Rafe up with a fourth of it-"

"A third." You demanded.

"Y/n, I-"

"You wouldn't have it if it wasn't for Rafe. All the trauma falls on him. He's going to need therapy. We're going to need a house for our baby."

"But your dad-"

"I'll talk to my dad. What's important is that Rafe is okay and ready to be a father to his son. Your grandson."

Ward thinks for a second before nodding. You were calling the shots. You always did.

"By the way..." You added. "Rafe proposed."

Ward's eyes went wide as he turned to look at you. "You guys are-"

"Inlove. Pregnant. Killers. The least we can do is tie the knot and be a real family. I love your son. He's perfect. You've always been too focused on Sarah to realize that Rafe always has your back. But now he's going to be my husband and Wolf's father you'll have to fend for yourself. We need him now. We're his family. Wolfie comes first."

You could see Ward's eyes begin to water as he registered your words. You were right. You were completely right. Rafe always had his father's back. But now Rafe was going to be a father himself and he was going to put you and Wolf over everything. Including his own dad.

Ward nodded, biting back tears. "I'm going to make sure everything is set for our flight tomorrow. I'll see you two in the morning, okay?"

You nod your head as Ward walks past you. You move to go back to your room.

"And Y/n," Ward turns back to look at you.

You look over to meet his gaze.

"Wolf always comes first." He offers a small smile. "Rafe is going to be a great father."

You smile, placing a hand on your swollen belly. "Yeah, he really is." You agree before pushing the door open and heading back into your room to join Rafe in bed.

-

The flight home was a blessing. No nausea, no vomiting. You rested peacefully in Rafe's lap. When you arrived back in the OBX you and Rafe opted to go to your house. You wanted to be holed up in your room with your fiance for a few days.

"I'm gonna shower. Join me?" You asked, cheeky smile plastered on your face as you stripped out of your clothes.

Rafe bit his lip as he admired your naked body, perfectly tan and swelling with his child. "Go start it, I'll be in in just a minute, yeah?"

You giggle and run off to the bathroom.

Rafe leans over and grabs his phone, opening up the group text that lacked your number.

I proposed to Y/n

He pressed send and chewed on his thumb as he waited for a reply from your friends. He listened as the shower turned on and you stepped inside, overly excited to join you.

Courtney: WHAT?!

Kelce: When????

Topper: Holy shit

Rafe read the messages and began typing.

A lot to explain. A lot I need help with. Didn't even give her a ring yet. Court, help me pick one out?

C: Duh!! Meet me on the mainland tomorrow at 3. Top, Kelce, distract Y/n?

T & K: On it.

Rafe smiled, excited that your friends were so ready to help. He tossed his phone to the side before hopping up and running to the bathroom to join you.

"Aphrodite..." He cooed as he stepped into the shower and wrapped his arms around you, cupping your belly and leaning his face into your neck. "So perfect..."

You smiled, reaching back to lace your fingers through his hair. You felt so close to him as you placed your other hand over his on your belly. You needed him closer though.

"How are you feeling, my love?" You ask him. He hums happily into your hair as he rocks you back and forth. You smile, finding peace in knowing that, for right now, he's okay.

"Wanna make love to you..." He mumbles.

You bite your lip at his words, knowing you're about to get the gentle side of Rafe. As much as you loved him fucking you into oblivion, you also loved how slow and gentle he was when he really wanted to show you how much you meant to him.

He helped to clean you, getting all the spots you couldn't reach with your growing belly. You took your time washing him too, just enjoying the feeling of his naked body against yours.

When you finished your shower, Rafe stepped out and grabbed you your towel, wrapping you up in it and helping you dry off.

He picked you up bridal style and carried you back to your bed. He laid you down gently and hovered over you. He was hard, precum already dripping from his tip as he scanned your clean body. "So fucking beautiful..." He mumbled, placing soft kisses across your chest. "Never seen such a beautiful creature in my life..."

You hummed at his words, silently begging for him to touch you.

"How can I make you feel good, mama?" He asked, the vibration of his voice against your skin was intoxicating.

"Touch me, Rafe..."

Rafe smiled, bringing a soft thumb to your clit and circling slowly. You felt his index finger run up your entrance, collecting the juices that flowed so effortlessly out of your body.

He leaned his forehead against yours as he continued to thumb your clit. "So wet, my pretty girl..."

You could feel the twist in your stomach begin to form as he brushed over your throbbing clit.

"Ra-"

Rafe pulled his hand away, watching you almost come undone underneath him.

You whimpered at the sudden loss of connection. "Rafe, please..."

"Don't worry, baby girl. I'm going to make you cum. Just want you to cum on my dick, yeah?"

You nod your head, squeezing your eyes shut. "Need you, Rafe...please...please..." You beg.

"Awh, baby..." He whispers, running a thumb over the soft skin of your cheek bone. "You need me to make you feel good, huh?"

You knew this was feeding his ego but you didn't care. It was true. Your core was aching. You needed him inside you. "Hurts Rafey...please...need you...daddy..."

He groans at that. He was weak when you called him that.

"Anything you want, my angel..." He whispers, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to him and slowly pushing his cock inside you.

Your jaw falls open at the sensation of him stretching you out. You would never get used to his size.

"Feel okay, baby?" He asks.

"Mhmm," You moan.

Rafe begins to move slowly, pulling out of you and pushing back in. He moved so slow that you could feel everything, every inch of his skin filling you and your walls were already fluttering around him.

"You are ecstasy..." He whispers, thrusting into you slowly again. "Never felt so amazing...so in love...handcrafted by God herself...I'm so lucky....so in love....so...so...in love...."

You could feel tears escaping from your eyes at his words. He made love to you with so much emotion, so much love. He made you feel like you were the only two that existed, floating through time and space as one.

You didn't realize you were crying now, letting out a whimper into his shoulder.

He wrapped a hand around your thigh and brought your leg up, thrusting a little harder to hit you just right. "That's it baby...cum for me, my beautiful girl..."

You cried loudly as you released around his cock, the sensation was almost overwhelming. Rafe stayed buried inside you as you squirted on his stomach. His absolute favorite thing. Sending him into his own orgasm, you could feel his warmth filling you up and the sensation calmed you.

You finally met Rafe's eyes and you noticed the slight tears forming there.

"Why are you crying baby?" He asked you, forehead pressed to yours as he smiled at you.

"I-I just love-love you so fucking m-much..." You whimpered. The feelings you had for this man were so overwhelming you couldn't help but cry.

He reached a hand up and cupped your face as a tear fell from his eye too. "My pretty girl..." He whispered, pressing a kiss to your nose. "The moon, the stars, the planets, the heavens...you outshine all of them. You are the most divine creation. I'm not worthy to even be in your presence."

"Rafe-"

"Shhh...Aphrodite. Sleep my love."

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[hollywoodroses]

wildcat (a guns n roses fan fiction)

you are invited by your best friend to a guns n roses concert at the famous cathouse night-club in los angeles. what you didn’t expect was to be initiated into a groupie

Warnings: smut including exhibitionism, fem!slash, voyeurism and praise (body worship), language

You are waiting outside the very famous exotic rock n’ roll night-club, the cathouse. You would rather be at home reading a book but your best friend who happened to be a groupie invited you to join her.

Feeling self-conscious in your outfit, you are wearing a red lingerie body suit underneath a fishnet coverup. It made you feel this way because you had blossomed into a woman with a large DD chest and a narrow waist.

After waiting for what felt like hours, you and your friend are finally let into the club. The crowd is large and you start to worry. A few minutes pass by and the lights go down.

“Ladies & Gentlemen, Guns N’ Roses!” You hear over the loud intercom.

You are pushed forward towards the stage by the crowd. Once you get to the front, you put your hand on the barrier so you don’t get hurt.

You hear the opening notes to ‘Welcome to the Jungle’ and you are in awe of the band, especially Axl. Feeling like someone is watching you, you notice that the bassist is checking you out. You don’t know his name but give him a smile. The show is amazing and you get lost in the music, you can’t believe you were planning to decline your friend’s invitation to this club.

Before you know it the show is over.

“That was great, Y/BF/N” You say, you don’t hear anything back and notice your best friend is no where to be found.

You begin to panic as you call out her name in the crowd of people. What you don’t notice is the bassist from the band is watching you from the side of the stage. He walks onto the stage by the edge and goes down the stairs trying to catch up to you.

While being pushed around you quickly turn around and bump into the bassist.

“Whoa, slow down there sugar”. He says to you.

You are speechless as you look up at him. Suddenly feeling shy, you wish you had a coat to cover yourself.

“I can’t find my friend.” You admit to him, feeling lost and helpless.

He sees the worry in your eyes and smiles.

“My name is Duff. Listen, do you want to meet my band mates backstage? Judging by the way your friend was acting during the show she might be there.”

You are unsure but Duff seemed harmless. You agree to go with him not realizing that he had other ideas.

*****

Once you and Duff get backstage you are greeted by his bandmates.

“Guys, this is Y/N.” Duff introduces you.

“What do you think, do you wanna play”.

You are shocked at Duff’s words but find yourself nodding in agreement.

Steven is the first to walk up to you as you look at the floor in embarrassment.

He lifts your chin and smiles at you. You blush as he leans into a kiss. When your lips touch his, you can’t help but to deepen the kiss as you hear the other men wolf-whistle.

Steven brings you over to the couch where Axl is sitting and lays you in his lap. Axl feels you up and undoes the strap of your body-suit as he kisses you innocently. He doesn’t want to frighten you, he can tell you are a baby groupie, not because you are young but because this is the first time you have been with a rock band or musician.

You feel a chill and notice that you are completely nude. Losing your breath after making-out with Axl, you look over at his bandmates and notice them check you out hungrily. Blushing, Izzy walks up to you and blindfolds your eyes. You suddenly see darkness and whimper as you are kind of worried what can happen next.

“You are a goddess.”

“So perfect. God, I wanna rip you apart.”

You feel wetness in your pussy. Moaning you realize one of the men is licking you. You are about to moan but get choked as you feel someone stick their tongue down your throat. Feeling your lipstick smudging, the same person spits in your mouth.

“Oh my god, fuck.” You whisper. You hear a chuckle near you and you try to reach out to touch them.

You are getting excited as you get chills down your spine. You feel multiple hands on your body.

“Oh, so cute.” You hear a woman’s voice say.

“I want her too.”

Feeling glossed lips kiss your mouth, you start to feel soaked. Your body believing you are kissing the same woman who spoke earlier.

You suddenly feel something wet spray on your breasts and you scream in sexual bliss. Your fingers rub your chest and you take a taste realizing its cum.

‘It must be from one of the men’. You thought to yourself.

You had enough fun and games and took of your blindfold. Smiling with a little blush on your cheeks. You see five men and two women looking at you proudly.

When you finally see Duff you say “Well, that was fun.”

Everyone laughed, you heard one of the women say “welcome to the family”. You didn’t understand what they meant but thanked them.

Duff grabbed your hand and slowly walked you out. As he kisses you goodbye, you hear your friend say “There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you”. You break Duff’s kiss and see your friend. You hit her shoulder lightly but she’s speechless.

You see, you are glowing. Your friend can’t believe the sight of you looking all disheveled like a goddess.

“Did you fuck the band?” Your friend asks you in-front of Duff. He just shrugged his shoulders and winked.

You blush and hide your face in Duff’s jacket while holding onto him.

“That’s amazing, I’m really proud of you”.

You say one last goodbye to Duff wondering if you’ll see him and his bandmates again.

the end

[deanswhiskey]

don’t let me go - sam winchester

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summary; while researching alone, the nest of vampires you were hunting takes you

wc; 2,223

warnings; canon level violence, blood, pain relief pills, kissing, angst, kidnapping, vampires hurting reader

authors note; i never know how to end fics i’m sorry for the shitty ending 😭

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vampire nests. sometimes they’re easy to kill, other times they’re not.

the bigger they are means more to kill. this nest was particularly large. not that you, sam, and dean weren’t equipped, it was just way larger than you’d expected.

it was only supposed to be a nest of 4 or 5 vamps. you guys had already taken out two.

but, during the time between the last vamp kill and now, you were taken. as leverage, of course.

there was still some research and investigation needed before storming the nest. you stuck behind do research more while sam and dean played fbi for a little while longer.

dean was loading the trunk while you fixed up sam’s tie for him. “be back quick, okay?” you said while pulling the tie up, securing it around his neck. you patted his chest, smoothing out the tuxedo.

sam grabbed your hands and rubbed the back of them with his thumbs. “of course. be safe.” giving a light kiss on your forehead. he headed out the door but not before he gave you one last smile. sam was always extra affectionate before going out for hunts or investigating. you never understood why. you liked the affection though.

you changed into something a bit more comfortable; jeans and a tight fighting top weren’t the best for constant sitting and research. one of sam’s t-shirts and sweatpants will do.

you grabbed one of the motels provided coffee cups and made yourself some coffee. you poured some cream and two sugars into the mug and made your way to the dining table.

your computer was open with about 8 different tabs, john’s notebook opened on a page about vampires, and your personal notebook open while you wrote down whatever thought came to mind while researching.

as you were writing something in your notebook, you heard a noise from across the room. if you were anybody else, you wouldn’t have reacted the same way you did. drawing the gun from the waist band of your pants, you carefully made your way across the room and into the adjoining room. dean made you guys get separated, but still adjacent, rooms when you and sam started dating.

upon further inspection, you made the assumption it was somebody next door. when you turned around there were two large guys standing right behind you. before you could act, they grabbed your arms and forced you back against the nearest wall.

they kept shouting “what do you know?” but you couldn’t hear much of it due to how hard they slammed your head against the wall. after they realized you weren't going to talk, they took out a blade and started cutting you to further force some answers. nothing deep, just shallow cuts; shallow enough to cause enough pain.

“i don’t know!” you repeatedly shouted as they kept making marks along your face, neck, and arms. tears started to run down your face at this point. the men put their blades down and smirked at one another. they could practically smell the winchesters in the adjoining room.

the man with the shaved head drew back his fist and knocked you out cold.

next thing you knew, your hands were tied to a chain from the ceiling. your head was pounding and you could feel your hands going numb. it was dark out from what you could see, so you only assumed it was after 9pm.

you prayed and prayed that sam and dean had found something that lead to wherever you were.

moments later, a group of people emerged from the shadows. they all had an open mouth smile bearing the pointy fangs coming from their mouths. the dots connected and you realized you were in the middle of the vamps nest; now on display as their next meal.

sam and dean returned to their hotel room and found you gone along with small droplets of blood on the carpet. anger and fear coursed through their veins. luckily, the vampire they encountered while investigating was the weakling of the nest, he gave up any and all information about the nest and places they might be in exchange for his life. of course, sam and dean didn’t listen and chopped his head right off.

they hauled ass back into the impala and went to the first of three locations they got. the burst into the abandoned factory and searched high and low and nothing. next was what was supposed to be another abandoned location but turned out to be a lively bar. they both hesitantly walked in, no one turned any heads. they talked to the bartender, nothing suspicious. they came to the conclusion no one in the bar was a vamp. the sighed and walked to the car. the hoped that this last location was it.

all while sam and dean were searching for you, you were fading in and out of consciousness as blood leaks from you all over. you were so tired.

these vamps were really adamant about whatever information they were trying to get out. you had no idea what they were talking about. you begged and pleaded saying you didn’t know what they were talking about. they’d simple say “shut up” and backhand you.

“please,” you all but whimpered out. your voice weakened after all the screaming you’ve done. “i don’t know anything.”

“well, that’s not what we heard, little girl.” the vamps fangs were protruding out of his mouth. and that stupid, stupid smirk just pissed you off enough more.

“well,” you breathed out. “whoever told you, is a stupid,” you spit out the blood that was in your mouth, “son of a bitch.”

that really pissed this guy off. he turned away angrily, but not before nodding to this one blonde girl. she had a hungry look in her eyes.

you shook your head repeatedly while muttering no over and over. “this ain’t gon’ hurt a bit, sweetheart.” her country twang would’ve been a bit comforting if she wasn’t about to bite into your neck.

her fangs were out and her hands force your head back so she could bite. your screams echoed in the empty house. your body filled with a hot sensation. it felt like no other. blood pooled out of your neck and further staining your clothes.

she pulled away with your blood all on her mouth. her eyes had this satisfied look as she backed away from you.

your body faltered, if it weren't for the cuffs, your body would've laid limp on the floor. your wrists on the cusp of dislocating from the way you were practically putting all your weight on them; your feet could barely hold you anymore

sam and dean pulled up to the house quietly with their headlights off. after turning off the engine they heard a loud scream, this had to be it. they immediately were on high alert. they forced open the door with their machetes and flashlights in hand.

they heard another scream rip from your throat and ran in that direction, careful not to make any sounds. there were two big buff vampires waiting right outside the door. sam and dean would've been a little intimidated if their wasn't adrenaline coursing through them. their blades swung through the air and eventually the two big bodyguards heads were on the floor, blood pooling at the winchesters feet.

seconds later, they burst through the door. they must've counted 7 or 8 more vampires inside. they noticed your bloody and bruised state hanging in the middle of the floor. they, somehow, become more angry when they notice bite marks on your neck.

you were on the verge of passing out until you noticed them. they fearlessly fought for you, slashing away at the vampires.

the blonde girl from earlier had an almost scared look in her eyes. she quickly unlocked your cuffs and dragged you out of the room. your vision was blurry, you could hardly make out anything.

she got outside of the house and leaned you up against a nearby tree, "you're all mine sweetheart. you're a tough one, delicious too." she all but licked her lips at the smell of your blood.

she opened her mouth, fangs jutted out, and was about to bite again when her head was sliced off, falling to the ground. her dead body going limp on the ground, which revealed your hero. sam winchester stood there with his bloody machete, breathing heavy after all that fighting.

"my hero," you weakly smiled.

"hey, don't talk right now, save your breath," he calmly whispered, kneeling down to pick you up.

"everything hurts," you groan.

"i know, i know," he carried you bridal style to the impala. "just try to save your breath."

"'m sorry sammy," you leaned against his chest.

"you have nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart." he gives you a sad smile, setting you into the back seat.

"tell dean i'm sorry about the blood in baby."

"i'm sure he'll understand," he held onto your hand from the front seat as dean drove back to the motel.

“don’t let me go,” you whispered, feeling soothed by the circles sam was rubbing with the pad of his thumb against your hand.

you passed out moment later only to find yourself laying on sam's motel bed. you look down, no longer bloody but still in a lot of pain.

stumbling over to the bathroom mirror, you see stitches along your neck from where the vampire bit you. you were also in new clothes, no longer in bloody torn ones. another one of sam's shirts adorned your body along with a pair of his shorts.

sam walked in not long after with a pharmacy bag in his hand, he hadn't noticed you up and out of bed until you walked out of the bathroom. "oh my god, you're awake," sam dropped his bags and ran to you, attacking you in a hug. your groaned a little, hugging back, your body still hurt. "oh, i'm so sorry," sam goes to pull away but you pull him back in.

"no, sam, its okay, please just stay here," you whisper out, hugging him tighter.

sam pulled away and looked at you with worry in his eyes, “i’m so sorry, truly. i wished i never even left you. dean could’ve gone by himself. i should’ve stayed, i’m-,”

“sam,” you held his shoulders, steadying him. “it’s okay, i forgive you. it’s not even your fault.” he just smiled weakly in response.

sam went to pick up the bag he dropped,”i got you some pain relief.” holding a box of ibuprofen and rattling it.

“thank you, sammy,” sams cheeks flush at the nickname. only you were allowed to call him that.

you downed a few pills with some water and sat back down on the bed; sam following you.

“listen,” he starts. “when i walked in here and you weren’t here, i panicked. more than i ever have. losing you would mean losing the sun in my life. i don’t know what i’d do if i had lost you.” sam keeps fidgeting with his fingers; unsure of what do to. he doesn’t know if he could look you in the eyes without crying, blurting out his undying love for you, or both. “i just—”

he stops mid sentence when he feels your hand on his hot cheek, guiding him to look at you. you now sat criss cross on the bed fully facing him. “sam, it’s okay. i’m safe, i’m here now,”

he leans into your touch, “i know, i don’t want to lose you again.”

“i’m right here sam, i’m right here,” you said softly, rubbing his face with your thumb.

you leaned in to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. your lips lingered as your face still right at his. your lips dangerously close to his.

with a quick breath of courage, sam gently placed his lips on yours; as if he was testing the waters. as soon as you leaned into the kiss, he kissed back with a little more force.

sam was pouring out his emotions and feelings into this kiss as his lips molded against yours perfectly and his nose smushed against your face.

your hand gently raked through your hair as you kissed sam. the feeling of sams hand on your waist felt like sparks against your skin.

sam was the first to pull away, “you have no idea how long i’ve waited to do that.” you just giggled in response. sams forehead rested against yours as his eyes screwed shut, “please don’t ever leave again.”

“i’ll try my hardest not to.”

“good, because i’d go crazy.”

“just shut up and kiss me again you fool,” you giggled.

sam smiled and attacked you in kisses. your contagious laughter made sam smile even harder.

sam and you spent the rest of the night laying in the comfort of each others arms. sam practically refused to let you go.

“i’ll never let you go again,” he jokingly said as his big arms wrapped around your waist.

“good, don’t let me go.” you smiled. “goodnight sammy,” you whispered up at him.

“goodnight love,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

sams arms squeezed you tighter in a gentle manner. he never wanted to let go.

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[acewritesfics]

Did you just call me Honey? | TOMMY SHELBY (18+ ONLY)

⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS. UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY. MORE INFO IN MY PINNED POST. ⚠️

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: No. Was sort of inspired by the song A Little Wicked by Valerie Broussard.  

Fic Type: Imagine.

Warnings: Poorly written smut. Murder. Swearing.

Word Count: 1,368

TOMMY SHELBY MASTERLIST

Hands red, hands red   Just like you said I am, I am   A little wicked   No one calls you honey, when you're sitting on a throne   No one calls you honey, when you're sitting on a throne 

Y/N's head is rested on Tommy shoulder, a hand on his knee as he drives home from the races. The newly married couple had been enjoying their day, but she got the feeling something was about to go wrong. Her feeling was proven right as Tommy pulled over to the side of the road.  

"Is everything all right?" she asks as he stalls the car. 

Before he can answer her, a man with a gun is stood on Tommy's side.  

"Both of you get out 'ere now," the man orders them.  

"We better do as the man says," Tommy says looking at her, silently asking if she's got her gun on her.  

"Of course," she says, climbing out of the car, holding her hands up in the air to make him think she has no weapon. 

"Stand right there," the man orders again, his gun on Tommy. 

Y/N goes to follow her husband but the gunman stops her. "Boss only ordered for Thomas Shelby to be done away. He said nothing about Mrs Shelby." 

"What is your boss paying you?" she asks. "I'm sure we can double it if you let Thomas live." 

"Honey, I suggest you shut your mouth or I won't hesitate putting a bullet through your head too," the gunman shouts at her as she tries to reason with him.  

"Did you just call me Honey?" she glares at him as his attention falls back on Tommy, ignoring her. It was as if hearing the word 'Honey' triggered something within her. She hated that nickname her father had given her. He was an awful man and she didn't want to be reminded of him. 

Slowly and carefully she pulls she starts hiking up her skirt, her eyes not leaving the scene in front of her. Tommy's eyes meet hers. She gives him a subtle nod of her head, her signal for him to distract the man currently holding them hostage. 

Y/N reaches under her skirt for the gun she keeps there for protection. Being Tommy's wife came with a target on her back but she was willing to live with it if it meant she got to be with him.  

Pulling the gun out, she aims it at the gunman's head and pulls the trigger. Neither Y/N nor Tommy flinched as a gunshot rang through the air and the gunman collapsed to the ground. Crouching down, Tommy takes the gun from the gunman's hand and places it in the waist band of his trousers.  

"And that's why no one calls me, Honey," Y/N says as Tommy makes his way over to her. "Are you alright?"  

"I'm better now," he replies and places a quick kiss to her lips. "Let's get home before someone else arrives." 

She nods her head and follows him back to the car. 

Tommy's lips were on Y/N's as soon as they walked through the door of their home. With one hand on the back of her neck and the other resting on her hip, he holds her close. Her arms move around his waist, and she pulls the gun out from the waist band of his trousers  

Breaking the kiss, she sets the gun aside before lifting her skirt to remove her gun that she had hidden there. "Wouldn't want those to accidentally go off on us," she chuckles as she places her gun next to the one that they took from the man who tried to kill Tommy.  

Tommy moves behind her, his fingers pulling the zip of her skirt down before undoing the button and letting the silk garment drop to the floor.   

He moves her hair to the side and starts trailing kisses from her shoulder to her earlobe. She bites her lip to suppress her moan, loving the feeling of his lips against her skin. His arm wraps around her waist. One hand moves under her blouse, the other moving to the waistband of her underwear. His fingers toy with the hem before he moves his hand inside them.  

A breathy moan escapes her lips as two of his fingers ran over her most sensitive part. He strokes her bud a few times and gathers some of her wetness that was already pooling inside her underwear before he buries his fingers inside her.  

Moaning, she clutches on to his arms, her nails digging into his skin as his fingers start moving faster and he starts using his thumb to rub her bud again. His arm around her waist held her tighter against him, keeping her steady as she became overwhelmed with pleasure. Tommy always knew how to work his hands and have her begging for more.  

“I’m almost there,” she moans feeling her getting close to hitting her peak.  

But before she can get there, Tommy removes his hand from her underwear and turns her around. She looks at him with a bewildered look, wondering why he stopped.   

He just smirked as his hands moved to her blouse and started undoing the buttons. In a flurry of movement, clothes are removed, and Tommy is hovering over her on the sofa.  

“I want to pleasure you,” she smiles seductively at him as she reaches down to stroke his erection.  

“You can make it up to me later,” he tells her before crushing his lips to hers again, stopping her from arguing with him about it. He pulls away a moment later, moving his kisses to her chin, ear and neck.   

“I love you so fucking much,” Tommy whispers into her ear, nudging his knees between her thighs. His lips meet hers again before she can say 'I love you' back. One of his hands moved from beside her head to her thigh. “I want to be inside you right now.”  

“Fuck me, Tom, please, fuck me,” she moans as he slides his cock between her folds to coat it in her wetness  

Kissing her softly, he grips her thigh, and holds it against his hip as he slides himself inside her. Y/N’s breath hitches, her lips ripping from his and a low moan leaves her throat as pleasure ran through her body. His free hand cups her head and turns it to the side to get better access to her neck as he trails kisses up her neck as he moves his hips, pushing himself further inside her with each thrust.  

His thrusts are fast, deep, and hard making her breath catch in her throat. She wraps her legs around him pulling him as close to her as she can. Her body was tingling from his touch and the way his body moved with hers. She loved that he could always make her feel things she never felt before, even after the amount of time they’d been together.   

“Tom,” she gasps as her arms move around him, one hand running through his hair and the other digging nails into the skin on his back. “Oh, fuck,” She breaths, one hand moving to his ass, groping and urging him on. “I love you too. Fuck, I love you so much.”  

His grip on her thigh tightens as he moves his lips back to hers, kissing her more passionately. Picking up his pace, he takes one of her hands in his and entwines their fingers together and squeezes her hand.  

She can feel herself starting to come undone again as her walls started to tighten around him. He pumped in and out of her a few more times before she reached her peak, her toes curling as she comes all over him  

Tommy hits his peak after a few more thrusts, spilling his seed inside her before he collapses on top of her.  

Catching their breath, Tommy lifts his head and moves some of her hair out of her face and kisses her lazily, "You're my wicked queen. Thank you for saving me back there."  

"You're my wicked king," she smiles, keeping him close to her. "And I'll always be there to save you." 

CREDIT: support and mdni dividers made by @/cafekitsune. Razorblade dividers made by me .

[gremlintheslut]

Kinktober

Day 4 hate sex & power switch

Summary: your in a band that's on tour with guns n roses. Axl is a cunt and you have to share a hotel room with Axl due to everyone having to double up because of a lack of rooms

Warnings: hate sex, power switch, super mild violence (some get pushed to the floor), no condom but mention of birth control. P in v. 

Masterlist

The two of you had barley put your bags down before the screaming match started. You were to tired to fight properly so you were hurly what ever insults you could think of at each other even if they weren't true. "Your an ugly fucking ranga!" You scream at him ignoring the ringing phone which is no doubt a noise complaint. He gets pretty much chest to chest with screaming back his own insult.

You don't even listen to what he has to say. Your standing so close to each other but you don't back away. You stand staring at him while he screams until he stops. He stares back at you. The two of you stand inches away from each other's faces for a few seconds. You look past him at the phone and step away to go and answer it. Axl grabs your shoulders and pulls you back to your original spot. This time instead of standing like idiots he leans down and closes the gap.

He pulls away quickly to see if you want this. His question is answered fast as seconds after he pulls away you go up on you toes and kiss him again. This time he deepens the kiss. He has one arms wrapped around your waist and his other hand is holding the back of your neck. Axl slowly backs you up against the wall. Before you hit the wall he moves his hands to your hips. He pulls your skirt and underwear down before going to take off his own. While he unbuckles his belt you take your shirt off. You unclasp your bra as he steps out of his pants. You pull his shirt off before he pins you to the wall again though you don't stay there long.

Axl's back hits the carpet floor with a thud. His eyes go wide with shock and confusion. You slowly follow him to the floor. You kneel above him one leg on either side of him. Axl's eyes are no longer filled with shock or confusion but with lust. You grab the base of his cock with your thumb, your index finger and your middle finger. You line his pre-cum leaking tip up with your entrance and slowly lower yourself onto him.

Axl's hands grab your hips. Your quick to grab his wrists. You pin his arms above his head leaning forward as you do so. Still taking him in inch by inch your lips connect with his. You messily kiss him your spit mixing together as is drips down axl's cheeks and chin. You hit the base and the two of you moan into each other's mouths.

Your begin to move your hips fucking yourself onto him. Your lips move from his to his neck. You kiss his neck softly. "Don't leave any marks please" axl asks and you respond by sucking on the skin of his neck leaving a big red splotch with a few teeth marks.

He lets out a groan of annoyance. You continue to leave red marks on either side of his neck which will be blue and purple by the time he leaves the hotel next. The sound of skin slapping together continues to fill the room as you pick up the pace. Your hickeys and kisses move lower until your licking and sucking your way down his chest. You stop at his pierced nipple and being playing with said piecing with your teeth. He lets out a groan that he was clearly trying to hold back like he had with many other groans.

You find it difficult to fuck him with the way your back is arched so you move back up to his neck. Your muffled moans that have barley been audible again his skin and lips grow louder. Your clenching around him as your near your orgasm sending him closer to his. "Kiss me" he says and you do as he asks. Your lips connect even more messily then before. You both moan and groan into each others moths until you both reach your climax.

You loosen your grip on his wrist almost completely letting them go but you keep your arms and hands where they are. You collapse onto him. Both of you equally sweaty chest heave as you try to catch your breathes. Once you've got your breathing under control you go back up to kneeling on your shaky legs. You slowly lift yourself off of him. Once he's not longer in side your vagina you lay next to him on the floor. The two of you stare at the ceiling silently for a while.

"No one's gonna find out about this right?" Axl asks clearly getting anxious. "No, I'll help you cover the hickeys tomorrow" you says sitting up. You grab your pajamas out of your bag and head to the bathroom. "Can I join you in the shower?" Axl ask grinning. "Your fat ass with hog the water" you say opening the door and stepping through. "Bitch" he says. "Fire crotch" you yell from behind the closed bathroom door.

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Thanks for reading love ya💋-gremlin

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

Random Escaped Audios character headcanons (semi domestic... Idk?)

Escaped and Jean sleep with socks on, a habit they picked up in prison.

Escaped also sleeps with the mask on sometimes. And only in his boxers... And socks. Sexy. Seductive, even. 😂

Jean sleeps in whatever he wore that day minus the pants. Crinkled dress shirts all the way. (if he even gets sleep that is) On really bad days, before the intern, he just threw on pants the next day and was ready to go. (yes he did shower... But he put his old clothes back on)

Precious baby boy Ivan (actually adorable dilf... ESCAPED NO YOU DID NOT SEE THAT!!!😳) sleeps in matching pyjama sets and even got some for Raven and Paloma so they all three can match! of course the pj's are bird themed!

Now that I'm on a "what they wear to bed" trip... Alphonso does the classic t-shirt and boxers combo, jogging pants if he's cold. Plus a hoodie if he's really cold. Which is rare. Or... Well... His slayer uniform.

Benji does the t-shirt boxer combo too. All year. He mostly wears his old college (or band👀) tees to sleep.

You cannot convince me Crow "i don't have use for t-shirts" doesn't (didn't 😢) sleep butt ass naked. Either that or fully... Clothed? As clothed as he is. Leather harness shoulder bracer and all. There's no in between.

Enough of the sleep hc's... 🙈 Onto the random stuff

Nap dates with Jean!

Escaped has a sweet tooth. Also LOVES home cooked meals. After all the junk in prison, he loves the times in between where he gets to eat real food. If he could choose between take out or home cooked it's home cooked all the way. (one of the goons is a fantastic cook)

He misses his mom's food, though.

Escaped does finger guns all. The fucking. Time. Like...🧍‍♂️... 👉👉...🧍‍♂️

Alsoooo... Escaped and spiderman kisses!

I have many feelings about our slutty villain soo... He's a cuddler. Big time. Won't admit it, but likes being the little spoon (kinda mentioned in the audio). Will also lie on top of you if he catches you lying around, and put his head on your tiddies or tummy.

Crow has one of those photo calendars on his desk. It's with cats. Doesn't use it for calendar stuff... Only has it for the pictures. Gets new ones every year but keeps the old ones in a drawer in his desk.

Benji, our precious marine biologist (yes shh i know it's not exactly his job), is the same but with sea animals.

Also... Benji makes mixtapes. Not just early into the relationship, but also after he got married. It's his anniversary gift. Literally spends all year compiling a playlist, and a movie watchlist for datenights!

Picnic beach dates with Benji!

And forest or bird watching dates with Ivan (birbs☺️)

Also 100% convinced Ivan manages to befriend the crows he's feeding & playing with and they bring him gifts in return.

Jean likes his hair to be played with. (shout out to @stupd000 for saying he likes having his hair pulled🙈)

He also learns more songs on the ukulele and he and the intern sing together. Not very well, but it's cute. When the singing gets too bad, one would just kiss the other to shut them up.

Alphonso keeps souvenirs of the places he visits on hunts and keeps them in his room at the slayers' stronghold when he's there.

Jean is a bit jittery from all the coffee he drinks. Goes through withdrawl after escaping the mafia. But now he's down to the normal amount of coffee for a day (like... 2-4 cups a day)

Ivan will come and wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your (Raven's) shoulder while you two cook together. Will steal bits of food, too.

Ivan does wood carvings sometimes. He carved a little raven for Raven. Paloma painted it hot pink, she's very proud of it!

Once at safety, Jean adopts a stray dog... which turn into three.

Ivan will totally bring home injured animals (especially, ofc, birds) and nurse them back to health.

Okay I think that's all I can come up with for now

[lover-girl-estxx]

Hi!

I just wanted to say how much I love your work; your writing style is incredible, and I’d be thrilled if you could write this one-shot!

I’d love a Mitch Keller x female reader story where the reader is an undercover FBI agent sent to gather intel on Manfredi and his organization, which includes Mitch. She decides to ask for a job at Mitch’s bar, claiming she needs to pay for college. Despite her efforts to stay professional, she finds herself falling for him over time. Eventually, her cover is blown after she takes a bullet for Mitch during a shooting. In the hospital, they have an emotional talk where she has to explain everything, and they finally confront the truth.

Thank you so much in advance❤️

The heart wants what it wants

*not my gif*

| 2 Months Ago |

"why do you want a job here?" He asked leaning on the counter "yeah I just I'm struggling with paying for college" "what are you in college for?" "Teaching" I smiled "why here though?" "I'm good with people what can I say" I shrugged "when can you start?" "When do you need me?' "tonight" "where's my uniform?" He turned and grabbed it "bathrooms that way" he pointed.

I texted my boss I'm in

"your gonna love me" he said as I walked in "whys that?" I smiled "I found your limited edition red Bull" "oh my God your the best" I took it from him "got you a whole case" I went around the bar and looked "thank you" "one a day don't need you having a heart attack" "deal" we shook on it "I do love by the way" I said after taking a sip.

"Y/n can you go find that key? it's probably in my office somewhere" Mitch asked "yeah". I walked into his office and found the key it was right on top, I opened his drawer 'call these for me - Dwight' it said on the top with a list of numbers. I pulled my phone out and took a photo of it sending it over to my boss, I opened the next one a shirt I grabbed it and opened it slightly. it had blood on it "fuck" I mouthed not wanting my wire to hear it, I put it back. I couldn't bring myself to snap a photo of it, over the months I found myself falling for Mitch. leaving the room anytime they talked about business not wanting any of them to be changed with anything they were all nice and kind, not hurting innocent people should they be locked up?

"here found it it was on the floor" I said handing him the key "weird thanks" "Yeah!". I was in the back getting salads ready for tonight when Dwight came in "hey dwight!" "hi honey, ay I gotta tell you something" "yeah what's up?" I smiled "try and stay inside tonight if you need something have the boys get it" "why everything okay?" "just covering some ground don't worry about it" "oh okay you got it" "anything feel off about anyone tell me" "okay sure" I nodded he smiled "thank you".

The night was getting slower "you guys ready to order?" I asked "oh sorry" I added seeing one guy was on the phone "its okay," the other man said "two-" "sorry y/n i'm taking the trash out back if you need me" I nodded "alright" I smiled he gave a smile back "sorry" "two bourbons please" "you got it" "he's going around back right now" the mn said into the phone "I'll be right back with that" I smiled. I slowly walked toward the back till I was out of site then ran to the back, I grabbed my gun from my back waist band I cocked it the went out side toward Mitch "MITCH MOVE!" I yelled seeing a man aim he didn't understand so I pushed him away firing a shot at the man before feeling a firing pain in my side making me fall to the ground. Mitch must have pulled his gun out cause more shots fired.

"Y/n hey stay awake for me yeah?" he put a hand under my head putting in his lap, he pulled my shirt up he sighed seeing the wire but put his hand over my gunshot "so-sorry" "it's okay don't think about that right now it's okay," he moved hair out of my face "HEY!" he yelled to anyone. should I tell him now what if this is my once chance? if I told him now would he feel guilty?

I woke to beeping and something dripping, I groaned at the pain in my side slightly moving myself to sit up. The door was open a cop standing at it "fuck Hey!" I rasped out the man looked at me "date and time please" I added "you've been here 16 hours it's about 11:30 in the morning" I nodded "is she awake?" I hear Mitch ask "back up you were already told you can't go in" "is it Mitch?" "yes it's me" "hey let him in," he came in "shut the door" he shut it behind him "you doing okay?" he asked softly talking a seat "yeah i'i'm good" he nodded "what's going on?" "I work um," I grabbed my side "I work for the FBI undercover to get info on you guys it was supposed to be a year but" "why didn't you just let me get shot?" "cause I didn't want you too" I lightly shrugged "why?" "cause you guys are nice" "you don't get shot for someone who's nice" "you wouldn't get shot for me?" he sighed and looked down "I'd get shot for you" "then whats the difference?" "cause I like you in a way that's not just cause your nice" I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen not know if they were listening 'i found the shirt in you office, and I left it no one knows just me.. that's how much I like you and still after finding that, they know very little'. he look up and lightly smiled "so what" "so I guess I quit" he chuckled me joining "you gonna kiss me or what? cause i'm not quiting my job till you kiss me" he smiled and leaned over and kissed me "not bad" I said and shrugged "agree" he chuckled and sat back in his chair.

a/n hope this is okay!

[sevcasejay1chicago]

I still…. Kelly Severide

Summary: After six months apart, you finally break.

Warnings: mentions of fights, arsonists, and drinking.

Authors note: COMPLETELY based off a prompt list from @dumplingsjinson

Walking into Molly’s always felt like coming home. Though there were some new faces, you recognize many of the patrons from Firehouse 51, Med, and the Intelligence Unit. You had volunteered to go undercover on a four month assignment. Previously, you had been partnered with Jay Halstead, who now works with Hailey Upton. Hailey had been your contact since she was brand new, meaning nobody would know she was part of intelligence. She freely came in and out of your UC house, frequently spending time with you to make sure you were safe and staying sane.

Though four months turned into 6 months, when this opportunity came along, you thought it was nothing short of a blessing. You had just had your heart broken and you were looking forward to getting the hell away from him, but his shadow still lurked around every corner of your mind. Then again, it’s practically impossible to forget someone like Kelly Severide.

The memory of that night came flooding back as you and Kelly locked eyes for the first time in six months.

———

You just arrived home from work. It had been a rough day to say the least. Squad 3 had been on a call with intelligence. The arsonist was target the intelligence unit, mainly you and Jay due to the perp being a old CI that felt he got a bad rap. Kelly decided to throw the guy to the ground when he started yelling and spitting at you as Kevin was attempting to haul the guy to the squad car to pat him down before cuffing him.

Kelly jumped the guy, bringing Kev and the perp down with him. Kelly got a few good hits in before most of Squad finally got him off. Of course, you burst into tears as the weight of the day and the realization of what Kelly had just done made itself clear to you. Jay wrapped you in his arms and ushered you away before Kelly could get a word in.

You hadn’t been home for more than 5 minutes when someone pounded on your door. You grabbed your gun from the dresser and crept to the door, quietly looking through the peephole to see who the hell was banging on your door. Of course, it was Kelly.

You breathed a sigh of relief and slowly opened the door. “Hey Kel.” You whispered, tucking your gun in your waist band.

Kelly walked past you, not meeting your eyes. “We need to talk.”

You nodded, though Kelly still wouldn’t look at you. “I agree.” You whispered, moving to sit on the couch. “What you did today. That can’t happen.” You said, getting straight to the point.

“What?” Kelly said, lifting his eyes to meet yours, his face red as he silently seethed.

“I don’t need you taking down a suspect when we had it under control. Kev HAD him. You didn’t need to jump him just for yelling and spitting at me.” You shook your head. “It was embarrassing to say the least.”

Kelly threw his hands up before running one down his face. “I was standing up for you. I stood up for you. Then you went to Halstead and left with him without a second glance my way.” Kelly shouted, starting to pace as he spoke.

“What are you saying Kelly?!” You yelled back, pissed at his clear accusation.

“Do you like Jay or something? Cause it sure as hell seems like you want him more than me.” Kelly snapped, whirling around to face you head on.

You shook your head. “Oh hell no. After everything I put up with at the beginning of this relationship. The rumors of you being with other woman and having to build my trust in YOU. Now YOUR accusing ME of cheating on you with my partner who had to get me out of there because I was having a panic attack?! But NO you were too busy getting out of control and taking down Kev and the suspect.” You shook your head. “Get out Kelly. Just go. This is done. IM done.” You shouted, tears streaming down your face as you stood.

Kelly deflated, realizing he messed up. He knows about your struggles with anxiety and he knows that this case had been weighing on you and stealing your sleep. Hell, you had stayed at the firehouse multiple nights just to feel safe, sleeping in Kelly’s office while he did paperwork or snuggled up with him in between calls.

“Y/n.” Kelly whispered, coming closer to take you in his arms.

“No.” You shook your head, stepping around him and holding the door open for him. “Please. Just go.”

———

Now, six months later, you find yourself relieved to see that Kelly doesn’t have a girl wrapped in his arms. You have been replaying that night over in your head since the day you left. You’ve been hoping to get this opportunity, and it’s finally here.

You strode over to him, greeting everyone else at the table, before pulling him out to the patio. Kelly sat down, waiting as you downed two shots and then grabbed your favorite drink before sitting across from him.

“First, I need to get something off my chest before we really talk. I just need you to listen, okay?” You asked, not continuing until you got a nod. “I tried to forget you and us when I left, but I couldn’t. I-I can’t. I-I tried to get you out of my mind, thinking there was no way you still had me in yours. I still have your number memorized like the back of my hand. I dialed it many times while I was away, but it- it just didn’t feel right to say any of this over the phone. All I could think about was you. I still remember how you taste, t-the curve of you under my palms; every curve, and every line.” you stopped to catch your breath, tracing the lines in the palm of your hand as you spoke.”I still smell traces of you on my pillows. Your smell ingrained in the fabric, but mostly faded as these months went by. I still remember your little quirks,” you giggled,” which I still find so endearing, even though you find them annoying. I still remember our inside jokes and they kept me laughing through all the tough days. I still remember your favorite songs, the ones we used to sing out loud after you got over your embarrassment in being caught; those were on repeat when I needed to dance it out. I still remember your smile. The soft quirk to it. Like the one your wearing right now. I mean, how could I not? It was the brightest thing in my life.” you smiled sadly and took another deep breath to reign in your emotions before continuing. ”I still remember how you sound. Your sweet voice that you hated listening to when I recorded it, but it kept me afloat. I remember how you were there for me through thick and thin. I still remember how you would be there for me no matter what. I remember how our love was unconditional, un-Until it wasn’t.” you wiped a few tears before continuing. ”I remember that last fight, when everything went down hill. I still don’t fully understand it, b-but I’m trying.” you rushed to add.” I still think about you. Day in and day out. I-I still miss you. I still want you. I still n-need you.” You paused, wiping your tears away to see him clearly as you said,” I-I still love you.” You finished, breathing deep and trying to stay in control so that you wouldn’t break down sobbing.

Kelly sat through your whole speech, tears burning the back of his eyes as he watched you. He could see the difference this undercover op made in you. You were still you, but something bad happened to you while you were under. He could see it.

Kelly stood, smiling sadly as he approached you. He sat down, taking you into his arms as you finally broke down. “I still love you too sweetheart.” Kelly whispered, rocking you back and forth once you got yourself situated in his lap. “Shhhhh. I’ve got you now. It’s over. I’m so sorry. I love you.”

@alicexvrose

[thebadboyfanclub]

Fire and Water Pt. 5 (Massimo x Reader)

Look my guy I got inspired by the song Trust issues the weeknd remix and shameless Camilla Cabello, this might need multiple parts but I have seen you guys ask for it and I think it’s time for me to serve and for you guys to eat… also I would like to say thank you to @severewobblerlightdragon I have noticed them liking my stuff and almost always lives a comment I really appreciate it.

Part 4

The way (y/n) took over Massimos house resembled to a tiger being released from its cage, authority suited her as she strolled around with her chin high and her eyes making grown men shiver and scurry away after mumbling “yes, miss”.

Massimo observed her with his lips in a thin line and his hands curling to a fist, however he knew that any type of reaction would cost him an unbearable amount of power, her family was the only one that came to his aid, the only source of support and protection if he moved even in the slightest way that displeased (y/n) he would be left with nothing.

“A charity ball?!”

“A way to celebrate your success and show to everyone you are left unbothered and unharmed, a gracious move to invite every important person from our cycle and reconcile while standing tall despite the attempted assassinations”

“If you want to wear a fancy dress do it somewhere else, I thought we were supposed to protect this house not let everyone in”

“We accept people that have been exclusively invited by Ass, people who matter, your reputation is at stake, the great massimo has the tail between his legs and is hiding behind his stone walls”

“I am not hiding”

“It doesn’t fucking matter what you have been doing, that is what they are saying, the charity ball is happening like it or not, the invites have already been send out, but your… wife a dress and you better mingle with your guests, like a good and generous host. Got it?”

Massimo identified the assertive tone in (y/n)s and gaze that could burn his entire house down, he could also see his advisor Mario nod at him behind her back, a way to stir Massimo to not push (y/n) further.

“Fine, make your preparations. I am sure if you try hard enough the ball will be decent”

“It will be better than the fiasco Laura had caused, she danced on a pole while somebody called her a whore right?”

Massimos hand slammed on his wooden desk while his other hand instinctively his right hand reached for his gun and pointed it right at her chest. The scary part wasn’t that (y/n) was held at gun point, nor the expression of fury in Massimos handsome face, it was the devilish grin that decorated (y/n)s lips, unfazed by the situation completely.

“Amateur, if you really want to kill me, you aim at the head”

She instructed while her fingers wrapped around the gun and let it touch the skin on her forehead. Massimo was a man that was never afraid to use his weapons, still the way that she did not even blink, better yet she teased him about it left him speechless.

“Massimo put the gun down”

“No, let him, what are you waiting for? Just so you know if I die you will have a bigger problem than a dead body, but an entire empire running after you and my brother wanting your head served in a silver platter”

“You think I am scared of your stupid brother?”

“No, no you are not, you are however scared of me. Even if you plant a bullet between my eyebrows you will never, ever get rid of me”

-

As always (y/n) had gotten her way and the charity ball was buzzing with people, the band she had hired played wonderful music, the staff kept the glasses of champagne full and the platters of small little delicacies going.

Massimo had his hand on Laura’s waist as they went to greet the guests, a United couple that scoffed at the missed jabs of their enemies, at least that’s what they portrayed.

The music came to a halt as a slight sound of the champagne glass summoned every guests attention. As Massimo looked up at the start of his stairs he was met with (y/n) smiling brightly with a glass in her hand, “she finally showed up” he thought

“Our dear guests, I apologise for interrupting any conversations but we have all night for chatter, me and my family would like to thank our dear friends Massimo and his family that were so kind to extend their hospitality to us, I would like to take this moment to raise my glass. To you and your wives success, both of them beautiful, kind and strong despite all. Cheers to the perfect couple”

Everyone clapped and took a sip, to anyone that did not know any better this was such a gracious gesture, a declare of loyalty and a announcement of the two families being allies, to Massimo this was a hit below the belt, to sarcastically smile and praise his wife after everything that has taken place.

Regardless of it all he took a slight sip as his grip to Laura tightened, he wanted to kill her, grab (y/n) by her pretty neck and snap it like a twig, his eyes followed her figure when she went down the stairs.

God was she bewitching, a sight for sore eyes in her dress, the most infuriating part about (y/n) is that he always left him in shambles, to kill her or to fuck her? That is the question

“(Y/n), I have to say that speech was very kind of you”

“What can I say I have a soft spot for love, we started off on the wrong foot Laura, that does not mean we should continue that way”

She was lying, Massimo knew that much and what was worst is that Laura was buying it, his wife believed that (y/n) was genuine and did not just plan an evil scheme to ridicule him further. (Y/n) reached for Laura’s hand to give it a slight squeeze of comfort.

“I am delighted you chose to wear the dress I send for you”

“It was the best out of all how could I not?”

“And you look good in it too, I will catch up with you two later, I must say hello to someone”

(Y/n) was over the moon, just the look on Massimos face made it all worth it, his hands were completely tied and there was nothing she could accuse her of, hell she had even mend her relationship with Laura and now all eyes were on Massimo.

(Y/n) approached the person she was interested in, the only man that made it look good while being completely out of place.

“So you must be… nacho? Right?”

“Yes, and you are miss (y/l/n)”

“Precisely, although I must say nacho does not suit you”

“It is only a nickname”

“I can definitely think of others that would be better”

“Is that so?”

His eyebrow raised at the sneaky way of the woman that weasels her way in his reader, he had seen her walk around the garden, a striking presence could not be missed by any man and she had been captured by his baby blue eyes, the man was sculpted by the Gods and she just so happened to be in need of a hobby. (Y/n) bit her lip as she swiftly nodded at him, the look of a helpless innocent doe that she held worked its magic on him as his pearly whites appeared at a grin.

“I’ve heard wonderful things about your work, people say you are… good with your hands”

“Such flattering words miss (y/l/n)”

“Would you like to show me your… works?”

“Whatever miss (y/l/n) wants she gets right?”

“Lead the way then and please call me (y/n)”

Her voice barely above a whisper as she said her name. Nacho only left his glass on a stand before he let his hand touch her waist and escorted her out of the mansion, what the man had not noticed is that as they went in the garden and away of the eyes of strangers Massimo had silently followed them, curious to see what was happening, who was he? Why was (y/n) walking away with him? He could barely hear what they were saying until they reached a more secluded part and stopped, (y/n) rested her back on a wall as she held her glass of champagne.

“Have you always been interested in gardening?”

“No, I like trying new things”

“That sounds promising”

“I must admit I had my eye on you”

“I noticed”

“You are a very interesting woman”

“I know, I must say you have a lot if potential… if you are up for it”

Massimos blood boil at the sight of (y/n) so sexually flirting with a man, she had never been like that with him, why would this low life get to have her while he could not even get a bite? Nacho placed his hands at either side of (y/n)s face supporting himself on the stone wall, she looked mesmerising under the moonlight, her chest rose as she took in a deep breath.

“I have never been afraid to get my hands dirty”

“Kneel”

She command him, Nacho took the champagne glass from her hand and took a sip before he leaned to connect his lips with hers, at the slight part of her lips he was able to pass a small amount of the champagne in her mouth making the kiss even more thrilling.

He pulled away from her to do as he was told, his one hand went underneath her dress to caress her leg from her ankle and up bringing goosebumps along her spine.

“Obedience becomes you”

“And we have only just began”

Nacho had kept the glass only to take a big sip of what was left of it and throw it away, quickly he lifted her dress and allowed the liquid to ran down the part that ached the most, the cooling sensation made her hiss before pleasure took over.

Massimo stood dumbfounded as he watched from the bushes his (y/n) have such an intimate moment with someone beneath her, he could imagine how good it would feel if he sliced his throat right at her feet, or maybe he should fuck her right there and make him watch. In reality, he froze at his spot as (y/n) let a few audible moans slip past her lips, he should leave, spare himself the fury of being a bystander.

(Y/n) could feel the thrill of nachos skill take over her, not only was the man between her legs extremely qualified, she was also aware of whom it was that had followed them and was now sneaking a peek through the woods, just the image of Massimo being helpless and having to endure the show of her become undone with another was enough to send her over the edge.

To have a gorgeous man please you while risking exposure while simultaneously getting on your first loves nerves was the biggest aphrodisiac that no money could ever buy. Once she felt herself slowly shimmer down she guided her hand on nachos chin and ran her thumb over his swollen lips before leaning down to plant a peck on them.

Massimo saw something beyond the pornographic scene, the movements, the lust in her eyes, the need to blow off some steam in that way. She was no longer the person he knew way back when, (y/n) had become… like him.

“You are so… good, now go”

[the-fiction-witch]

Loyal

Media IRL X Mafia / Crime Gangs

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating scary

Warnings: Manipulation / abuse

I stood in my bedroom folding laundry and putting my clothes away, I hummed to myself a little. When suddenly my hums turned into a scream as I felt hands on my waist forcing me down on my bed. I punched kicked and did everything I could to keep these two linnin-suited men away. But they moved back and I realized I knew them...

"Get in the car Miss Y/l/n." One demanded, 

"Why?!" 

"He. Wants to see you." 

"...Why?" I gasped, 

"Get in the car Miss Y/l/n." The other demanded, opening his white suit jacket and revealing the gun in his waistband, 

I nodded and stood up going to my wardrobe, so they left me alone. I sighed holding back my fearful tears as I got dressed into my little powder blue shoes, my flesh-tone tights, my matching blue dress, I painted my nails to match my dress and brushed my hair setting a white Alice band in my hair the way he likes. 

I grabbed my white bag and gloves and headed out to my apartment where they waited for me. 

Without a word, I was ushered out of my apartment down to their white vintage Ford and sat in the back seat with the men on each side of me. As soon as the door was shut the driver began to head through the warm cobble streets, I held my breath and tried not to cry, not to shake with utter fear. 

Soon enough we pulled up to the large house the car stopping in front of the door so I had no escape, I was forced to climb out onto the cobbles and for a moment I looked up to the tall imposing windows, the stone of the house surrounded me on almost all sides, white cars lined up in the courtyard making me feel like a hunted animal. But they didn't let me stand long.

I was forced to walk through the house without them once touching me but the threat of them standing around me was enough as they walked me through the beautiful expensive old house, I knew my way and they knew I did but they still walked me there making sure I didn't go elsewhere. 

Until they stopped at two large mahogany doors, they tapped three times and two returned. The two men pushed open the doors to reveal an impressive office of red and aged wood, men in black littered the room enjoying drinks and smokes, all of them armed. They both headed inside joining the others I merely loomed too frightened to enter. 

"Come in," His voice called out in its usual refined tone, "I've been expecting you pet," 

I was too afraid but I stepped inside the office my little shoes just over the door line, I was too sheepish to go any further. 

"Sit down." He ordered, "Before I make you sit."

I nodded and stepped across the rug doing my best not to make eye contact with any of the men all of whom fell silent and watched my every step, once I reached the large mahogany desk where a leather chair was waiting for me I perched myself on it as close to the edge as I could and still be sitting, I held my bag and gloves in my lap trying to keep my breathing steady, I glanced up and met his eyes. 

Thomas sat in the large leather chair, in dark almost black oxford shoes, deep blue trousers with a pressed line down the front perfectly tailored to him, a white custom belt with a silver buckle that seemed almost to glint, a perfectly pressed white lining shirt rolled to his elbows, no tie to mention, his matching blue jacket on the back of his chair, his cigar in hand, his brown dark chocolate eyes stared at me, his blonde hair fixed to one side loosely, "They won't harm a hair on your head, don't worry." he reassured, 

I nodded and gulped picking my nails a little, 

"Out." He demanded and without another word the room emptied but us two, he set his cigar down on his ashtray on his desk and he got to his feet, I did my best not to look at him as he came and leant himself on the desk inches from me looming over me, "Don't. I like your nails, how you always match them to your cute little outfits for me." he smirked taking my hand in his to prevent my picking as well as giving my hand a kiss, "You know why your here don't you?"

"...No sir,"

He chuckled, "Come on, you're a clever girl. You don't mean to tell me you don't know what's going on." his long slender fingers came and took a strand of my hair playing with it gently 

"...I uhh I don't ask questions, sir."

"Good girl," He cooed tapping my head like I was a respectful dog, "Now... the business at hand." He said, "If seems someone... has left our ranks, started off on their own and decided to become a rival. Taking my business, and I want that business back." He explained the serious tone in his voice getting lower and lower as he spoke. 

I nodded my fear overflowing me, my body shaking, "...My father."

"Yes, pet. You're father." He said, "He seems to think he has the right to steal my business. I think that gives me the right to steal something of his don't you agree?" 

I nodded tears flooding down my face,

"Don't cry pet. It's just business." 

"I'm sorry- I'm sorry... I had nothing to do with my father I promise please don't hurt me thomas." I begged between tears, 

He chuckled "I'm not going to hurt you pet. I promise."

"You won't?"

"I won't." He nodded, "But I need you, my sweet girl, to do something for me."

"what is it?" I asked as I dried my tears, 

He smirked and his hand that had been in his pocket this whole time slipped out and set a small bottle filled with a fine white powder on the desk in front of me, I stared at it, unable to look away. 

"...It has to be done?"

"He's made himself my rival there for a target. He knew what that would mean." He answered without a shred of mercy to his voice, 

"The boys could so easily-"

"No. I want you to do it."

"... does it have to be me?" I asked meeting his eyes, 

He smiled and stroked my cheek, "I love you pet. I love you very much, However." he said, "You're father has left our organization, taken secrets and connections with him, started off on his own. It needs to be you. Becuase as much as I love you... I don't trust you."

"You can trust me-"

"No. I can't. He's your father." He glared, "I need to know... that you are loyal to me. and not to him."

"I am loyal to you, you can trust me I-"

"If you are, then you should have no arguments and no issue doing what I ask of you pet."

"...Yes sir." I nodded,

"Good girl," He nodded, as he held my face and kissed my hair, "They have a meeting at Estelen this afternoon with his business partners, you are going to meet with him and deal with him." He said, "So? Can I rely on you pet?"

"... and if I fail? If I can't do this..."

He smirked, "I think you know. You will not fail and that is an order pet. Understand?"

"Yes sir." I nodded as a tear slipped down my cheek, 

"Good girl. Now that's all the tears I wish to see slip from those sweet eyes. When it's done you'll come back to me." 

"Yes sir," I nodded as I nervously took the bottle and added it to my bag, 

He smiled and wiped my tear from my cheek, "I want you to do something for me before you go,"

"Yes?"

"You know what I want." he smirked biting his lip, "Come. Give me a cuddle and tell me you love me." 

I nodded and sheepishly got to my feet, I adjusted my dress and set my bag and gloves on the chair, I stopped short as I stood before him almost too scared to touch him. 

He didn't wait and wrapped his arms around me pulling me between his legs and to his chest he held my hip and his hand stroked my hair he pulled my head close so I had no escape from him even sharply inhaling my hair, "Come on, I wanna hear you say it pet." he whispered in my ear before his tongue licked my earlobe, 

I held my breath a moment and gathered up all my confidence and held him close resting my hands on his chest, I pressed my lips to his cheek for a few seconds leaving my lipstick kiss against his skin, and whispering in his ear, "I love you thomas..."

"I love you too pet. Now follow my instructions and come back here and I'll give you a very nice reward. Understand?"

"Yes sir,"

"Good girl," He smirked, "I do not like seeing those tears on your face pet  so, do not shed anymore"

"I won't." I nodded,

"Perfect, now don't keep me waiting," he growled as he let me go,

I nodded and turned on my heels walking out of the office and as soon as I was out of view I wanted to burst into tears but I knew it would be foolish so I headed out to the car where the men waited with the door open to take me to the restaurant Estelen.

[mayalaen]

fuck it friday wips #3

Snippet #3 is from a Stranger Things/Fargo fusion where Munch drops Gator off at Hopper's ranch instead of leaving him with Roy at the end of S05E09.

-

“I’m not worth much, bro,” Gator said with a chuckle. “I’m way over eighteen, my arm is busted, and I fucked up my leg in high school playin’ football. How about you let me go, and I’ll make sure you get a bonus for Christmas. I can get you a barely legal boy. Clean.”

Hopper stared at him with something like wonder on his face. “I don’t want that.”

Gator smirked. “Too old for ya? Okay. I can get you a younger one. You like blond boys? Your boy there is gettin’ a little up there in years. Worn out?”

Hopper snorted as Billy walked up to them with what looked like pajama bottoms and a T-shirt in his hands. “I don’t want that either, kid,” he said before turning to Billy. “He’s gonna need help with staying put. Can you grab me the cuffs with the waist and leg bands?”

Billy was staring at Gator, mouth hanging open. 

“Catchin’ flies there, pretty boy?” Gator asked.

Billy’s mouth quirked up into an amused grin with something soft in his eyes that Gator couldn’t place. “No. Just surprised to see a familiar face.”

Gator frowned. “Huh?”

Hopper took the clothes from Billy and nudged the guy’s chest with them. “Knock it off.”

Billy rolled his eyes, but turned and headed for the back of the house. Or cabin. Whatever the fuck it was. It was small and shitty and pathetic. If Hopper was a human trafficker, he really needed to charge more and get a nicer place.

The furniture was even shittier than the cabin itself. Worse than second hand. Looked like he went shopping at the dump.

“We can do this the hard way or the easy way,” Hopper said, dropping the clothes on the table just inside the door and putting his hands on his hips. “

“Okay, so you’re not interested in a new boy,” Gator said with a nod. “I get it. He’s already broken in just the way you want him. But I can get you anything you want. Anything! Looks like you need some money for new shit, but if dumpster life is your style, then maybe you’re not interested in money. I’m not gonna judge. But I can get you guns. Lots of ‘em. Drugs maybe? What’s your thing?”

Hopper held up his right hand and extended his index finger. “Option one is I untie you and you take a shower willingly,” he said before extending his middle finger to join his index finger. “Option two is Billy and I strip you and scrub you clean ourselves.”

[puella-peanut]

Teenage tramp Daniel has the hots for handyman Kreese lmao. Thots?

Gorgeous, seventeen year old neighborhood tramp Daniel LaRusso is…mad. Big Mad to be exact. 

It’s all because his attempts at seducing the local, rugged, handsome neighborhood handyman have…fallen flat. Failed to lift off. Closed on opening night. Houston, we have a problem, and his name is John Kreese. 

Thing is, Daniel’s gone all out. Taken out all the big guns. Brought out the big, flashy, show-stopping numbers. He’s been coy, coquettish. An innocent and not-so-innocent tease. Sweet and shy. Sassy and spunky. A bonafide ingenue to the Lolita of the Valley, and all around the block and back again! 

Jeeze, he’s never worked this hard for a lay in his life!

See now—he’s worn his tiny band crop tops. His tiny tank-tops cut to show plump, caramel nipples. His even tinier, cut off jean-shorts that hardly leave anything to the imagination. 

He’s boosted himself up on the front of John’s battered Ford pickup, just to criss-cross those long, bare, coltish legs of his. Straddled (and stolen) ladders John’s been using while he works, to display parted, slender thighs. (And show off how limber he is. How…flexible.) Reached up to grab at nothing on his toes to show off a waist so small and trim that a pair of (large, callused, rough) masculine hands could span oh-so-easily. He’s bent himself over convenient surfaces—countertops, couches, tables, wobbly banisters and kiddie coloring tables for crying out loud!—to show off his sweet, juicy ass. The lush cheeks that spill out. The roundness of it all. 

He’s brushed up against John, sat touching him knee-to-knee, fallen across him “accidentally”, faked a sprained ankle in the hopes of a bridal-carry, and still—still goddammit!!—John hasn’t paid him any attention!! Not the slightest bit. 

All Daniel has gotten in return is: ‘Hey, you’re in my way.’ To, ‘Put some clothes on, Prima Donna, it’s January, and your sneezing is unhygienic.’ And even a, ‘Join the Service, kid. That’ll whip some sense into you.’

Ugh. 

Ugh. Ugh. Ughhhh. 

…Why, by this time with his other conquests, he’d gotten railed twice over! All stupid, annoying, teenage boys; simple schoolboy, after-school flings to pass the time. Like that total brain-dead bimbo Johnny, or violent karate bad-boy Mike. To foreign exchange student Chozen, followed by future sociopath Dutch. A real slick wannabe named Ponytail got him next, then sweet preacher’s boy Bobby. Jimmy and Tommy had tag teamed him after, and then finally that dorky piano nerd, rich-boy Twig (he’d gotten real maid service, a night in a mansion, and breakfast in bed for that one!). Between all of them, Daniel had gotten laid in six months more than some people did in an entire year! Lifetime even! Yeah, yeah, the lays themselves didn’t rank too high on the scale of one to ten (some far lower than others!)—but a fucking was a fucking, and he had been sixteen and desperately horny. Besides it had been summer, and California had made it too hot to be too fussy. 

…Except that now he is, because there is something about this Kreese that gets him all hot and bothered. Something about those sinewy, hairy, muscular arms. That solid, sturdy body. The heavy booted footsteps. The worn jeans and faded flannel. The fluffy, sandy hair (and matching, coarse stubble). The hairy, broad, hard chest. The squareness of his jaw, the strapping height. The surprising brightness of his blue eyes. The sudden, rare smiles. The fact that he is older, is an adult. A full grown man. That he can do anything to Daniel, and, smitten boy that he is, he’d let him. 

Yeah, Daniel wants him like one would want a cool drink on a hot day. He has it bad. But things have to get worse before they get better, right? And all fevers must run their course. 

And boy, what a fever this is!

(And may he never recover!)

…

Meanwhile, our John has indeed been stoic in the little tease’s presence—but, thing is, the moment he’s alone, tucked away safe in his bed or in the shower or even that one time in his kitchen for fuck’s sake—John has spent nearly every spare minute in his day jacking off furiously. Getting his sheets, tiles—even kitchen countertop—all sticky with jizz like he was fifteen again, and had seen a pair of breasts for the first time in a dirty magazine. (But those thoughts of his former teenage fantasies have nothing on the centerfold that is LaRusso.)

And, damn it, he spends far too much of his day dreaming about that full, red mouth. The glossy, floppy hair. Those long-lashed big brown eyes. The perky brown nipples, the slightest swell of the soft chest on that tiny, fragile body. The endless, shapely legs. The endless, tan skin. The endless smoothness of it. The curve of that plump ass. The bounce it had, the little tormenting jiggle when the boy walked with a spring in his step. The sweet little puckered cunt hidden between those slim thighs. How it would drip and spill and gush out all that John has to give the little shit. Is dying to. 

Oh, John’s got a calendar counting down the days until the boy is legal, until he’s all of eighteen and the law can’t save him—and then John’s gonna fuck him into submission, rail him into obedience. Pound that tight, juicy, boypussy raw until LaRusso can’t think for how good John’s giving it to him. 

And then he’s gonna make the little shit his, because fuck it all—the little Italian brat has made him fall for his charms big time.

Only a matter of time kid, John thinks later, watching the boy work his bag of tricks with a stoic, calm expression. Though he all but grins (inwardly) when the boy fumes in frustration at his non-reaction.

Just you wait, Prima Donna, John promises.

You’re mine. 

[villainsblog97]

Xdinary Heroes When they get Jealous

Requested by @mirohlayo, thanks for the request!

Summary: What happens when our 6 Heroes get jealous?

Warnings: Mentions of arguing, Jealousy (Obvi), some mentions of harassment, Language, some PG-13 stuff.

Scenario: Boyfriend AU, Romance, Angst, fluff at the end

Also Happy New Year lovelies!!!!

Gunil:

You should probably just expect this exact face from him

Gun-il would be PISSED

He sees another person flirting with you

They're dead

He's gonna become super clingy to you

Calling you every pet name in the book

Just to let this person know

You are already spoken for

The person will eventually get the hint

But now he's slightly hurt by you

And it's making him mad all over again

You two will have to talk it out

"Come on Y/N that person was totally flirting with you!"

Its gonna end up in an argument

But then when you see how hurt he is

You realize that you were in the wrongs

And you gently wrap your arms around him

Gun-il wraps his arms around your waist tightly

Holding you like he's gonna lose you

But you won't let that happen

Jungsu:

Jungsu can be super petty when he wants to be

(For this scenario he is)

So when he sees someone talking to you

Making you laugh

He's gonna give you the silent treatment

He's gonna let you finish your interesting conversation with this person

But after that

No words come out of Jungsu

"Jungsu are you listening?"

...

Nothing

All the way home

He's as silent as the grave

He wants to you know just how angry he is

but I feel like the silent treatment is also his way of biting his tongue so he doesn't say something he'll regret later

Finally you ask him if he's mad about something

And he just shrugs his shoulder

"Is it about who I was talking to earlier?"

Another shoulder shrug

"Oh my god Kim Jungsu you're so ridiculous!"

Now he's slightly glaring

"That's my cousin you idiot!"

"Wait really!?"

It speaks...

"Yes!" You laugh

Well now he feels kind of stupid

Gaon:

Now I've said before that Jiseok looks like a really scary guy when he's pissed off

(I still stand by it)

And he was really pissed off

This person had been trying to make a move on you all night now

He was trying really hard to not let it bug him

But he finally had enough

He walked over and pulled you up from the chair and slid his arm around your waist

"Sorry friend... this one's taken" he smiled with a slight smirk

(oof)

He's feeling a lot of emotions right now

Anger

Sadness

Hurt even

Jiseok would be an emotional mess when you two got home

"I mean what were you thinking!?" he would snap

"I'm sorry Jiseok I thought they were just being nice, I told them over and over again that I was here with my boyfriend"

"Which is why you shouldn't have talked to them in the first place"

You gave Jiseok some time to cool off

You never intended to hurt him

Jiseok eventually accepts your thousand and one apologies

But he doesn't want people to take what's his

Ode:

With this picture alone you should know what's coming

I wouldn't want to mess with Oh Seungmin

I feel like it's the last thing you should do

Someone should tell that to the person who kept hitting on you

Seungmin had stepped outside for a second to take a phone call

and someone thought they could just come up and start hitting you up

You tried to ignore it

but then they tried to put a hand on your leg

Just as Seungmin came back inside

Boy is fuming

He's gonna grab the person's hand that's resting on your leg

and give him a piercing glare

"Didn't your mom ever tell you not to touch things that don't belong to you?"

(Whew... I need a moment....)

Now he's really mad

He drags you away to a spot where it's only you two

And you can't deny that you're finding his jealous side extremely attractive

Now there's tension

(Yes that kind of tension)

He's gonna kiss you like there's no tomorrow

To remind you who you belong to

(I'll leave the rest to your imagination ;) )

Junhan:

This wasn't supposed to happen

Hyeongjun introduced you to one of his friends

(Not any of the band members)

But he introduced you

and here was his best friend flirting with you

Hyeongjun doesn't know what to do

He's seriously conflicted

He doesn't want to show he's jealous

But he can't just sit here and let his friend flirt with his lover

You couldn't tell that your boyfriend's blood was boiling

in fact you couldn't really tell his friend was flirting

Finally Hyeongjun looks at his phone

"Ah Jagiya it's time to get back! The guys need me for practice"

He's giving you a look

One you don't think you've ever seen

Did he just call you Jagiya?

He takes your hand and pulls you away from the scene

Holding your hand tightly in his

Jun... are you okay?"

"I'm fine.."

You stop in your tracks and look at him

"Han Hyeongjun... are you jealous?"

"Well how could I not be!? My friend has always been a better flirt and he can get anyone he wants!"

You walked up to him and kissed his cheek

"True... but he can't get me... because I already belong to someone"

Jooyeon:

They say the first stage of grief is denial

Well it's also the first stage of jealousy

And boy was Jooyeon in it

You introduced him to an old friend of yours

Who also happened to be an ex boyfriend

But the break up was mutual

And you two decided to be friends

So why in the hell would an ex boyfriend be flirting with their ex lover?

These were the thoughts that were running through the maknae's head

You were his now

There's no way he's flirting with you

His mind was going all over the place

So bad he missed half the conversation

Including the question your ex boyf- I mean your friend, asked him

"Sorry what?" He asked

"I asked how long have you and Y/N been dating?"

"Ah... A couple of months now"

He starts mentioning how long you and him were together and all the stuff you guys did together and all the funny things that would happen on your countless amounts of dates

This was really starting to piss Jooyeon off

And it takes a lot to piss him off

You can tell Jooyeon is starting to get uncomfortable

Far from it

He's just getting irritated

So you say goodbye to your friend

And as soon as you two get home

Jooyeon captures your lips in his own

You melt into the kiss

"Sorry if that made you uncomfortable Joo, I didn't think he'd do that"

"Lets just forget about it" he whispers as he catches you in another kiss.

(My heart is beating so fast rn!!!)

Welp! That's it for that one! Feel free to leave in the comments or dm me if you have any requests for both group HCs or individual member's HCs! Happy New Year! Let's keep supporting our heroes and showing them our love! Fighting!