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I’m dangerous ☆ chapter 1 ☆ COD fanfic

Originally posted on my AO3, where I post all my stuff. Always read the tags of my fanfics. MDNI

[chapter 1] ☆[chapter 2] ☆ [chapter 3] ☆ [chapter 4] ☆ [chapter 5]☆ [chapter 6] ☆[chapter 7]

☆ fem!reader x Kate Laswell ☆ explicit. MDNI. ☆ 1/10 ☆ 1,843 words

☆ Summary: You were a hacker and had been a thorn in the side of the 141 gang for a while, in particular as you tried to find out who the famous leader, Watcher, was. But they refuse to be blackmailed and won’t pay you.

So, to prove that you weren’t just bluffing, but were a serious threat to them, you kidnapped a random woman that you saw coming out from one of their meetings, figuring she was a secretary or girlfriend or something.

Oh, how wrong you were.

☆ Tags: au mob, gang, kidnapping, blackmailing, dub-con, angst, smut, death, grief/mourning, hacking, non-con drug use, bondage, spanking, kissing, rough sex, inaccurate portrayal of mob, more will be added.

☆ note: I’m trying to keep the reader’s appearance vague, but she is afab, chubby and has shoulder length hair. ☆ As for plot – I’m not sure if I saw the post on tumblr or tiktok and I cant find it lol, but it mentioned reversing the more classic fanfic plots. So for example, the main character isn’t kidnapped by a mob boss - but kidnaps the mob boss. So, that is what I started with and then I will freestyle along the way. ☆ There will be mention of chronic illness and death of a character, not a main one, but the reader's little sister, but I try not to go into details about the illness aspect (since I don’t know too much about that). There will be focus on grief and the loss of a sibling however, so if that triggers or makes you uncomfortable, maybe don’t read this one. ☆ dubious consent in the later chapters, that might border to non-con. ☆ Badly described hacking. I don’t know shit about hacking, I've studied things in the humanities category the last six years. So if a bad understanding of tech makes you upset, I'm sorry.

Being a hacker wasn’t as glamorous as you had expected when you were younger. After everything with your sister, you had expected things to change, sure, but not into this. Everything was even more of a mess than before and somehow you got into blackmailing. Which, well… When you hit the right people, it paid well.

And sure, you had felt strong at first. Like you were invincible, a vigilante who blackmailed rich and awful people. You needed the money more than them, after all. Yet, the clock kept ticking and you needed more money fast. You needed more money to pay the last of your debts off and run away.

Which was how you ended up like this, blackmailing the mob.

The 141 gang was infamous on the streets of London. Most people knew who you talked about and those who didn’t, were often tourists or recently moved to the town. Whether they were hated or loved, really depended on who you asked. Some people said they made their areas safer, so they now had less crimes - others said they were horrendous bastards, who acted above the law. In truth, you didn’t really care. You weren’t a model citizen yourself, running around and blackmailing people. All you cared about was the fact that they had money, lots of it and they were easy to blackmail, since they didn’t want to be exposed.

Now, threatening them with the local police? Wouldn’t do much, it had to be to everybody – and then all the journalists too. Sure, you didn’t really have the energy to mass email out all the proof you had, but the 141 didn’t need to know that. You had them believe that you were a small group of people anyways and not just… you.

You, out in the almost empty house, over 50 miles away from London. It was much more lonely out here now. Half a year ago, you and your sister lived out here in peace, happy with how everything was going despite her illness flaring up now and again.

Now it was empty and lonely. Sometimes, when the wind hit the house at the right angle, you could hear the cars from the nearby motorway.

Alas, the 141 thought you were a big and bad group of hackers, threatening to take their kingdom down - and sure, you had a lot of stuff of theirs that could be bad in the wrong hands. You had papers, screenshots and recordings from when you hacked into different security cameras. You had traced a lot of them too, you had evidence.

Now they just needed to pay.

So far, they hadn’t really been fun to play with. They refused, saying that you were bluffing. Saying that if they saw you, they were going to kill you, which wasn’t really nice of them. You doubted they couldn’t survive without 60,000 pounds. Sure, it was a lot of money - but you needed them too. A bit more, you dared to think. And for a whole mobster empire? Seemed like a good deal to you.

Besides, you were so curious that you wanted to die: Who was their boss? Nobody knew. Everyone had ideas and theories, sure, but the famous Watcher was still unknown, even to you - which bothered you so much. You had your own theories, your main one was that this Watcher was really just John Price.

No matter who the Watcher was - and how good your deal was - they were just so fucking stubborn. So, you needed to prove that you were serious. You didn’t really have the time to mess around and send them more photos or shit, so according to movies you saw - and google - it was time to step up.

Go from hacker to kidnapper. Which really hadn’t been a career plan of yours, but here you were.

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You had tracked one of them, the Scot that everyone called Soap, so that you could follow them from a distance. You weren’t stupid enough to actually try to shadow them. Despite them not hanging around the finest streets of London, your beat up van stuck out sometimes.

Plans? Sure, you had… some of those. At least, you knew what not to do.

First of all - You weren’t going to take Price, people were around him all the time anyways and if he was the leader as you suspected, that wouldn’t go well.

Secondly, all his men were out of the picture too. At least those who always hang around him, because some of their biceps were bigger than your face.

Third, you had to avoid a proper fight - so that meant waiting for the right moment. You had a taser, duct tape and you had some strong sedatives. You were going to hack your way out of fighting.

Fourth and final point so far - get away as fast as possible. You weren’t going to stick around.

So just… wait for the right person, then tase, inject, duct tape, drive away. It was fine. You had all the components, you just needed to put it all together, then blackmail the group, get the money, drop off the person and then get away.

Your van was blue and rusty, the engine was loud and all the back seats were taken out, since you had lived in it for a little while, outside the hospital. The mattress you used to have in the back was pulled away, since you needed it for the captive to sleep on inside the house. They would have to deal with being on the car floor for the trip - they would most likely be sedated anyways. Now there was just some trash in the back of the car that you should probably have cleaned up, but didn’t care to, since the car bore bad memories - as well as some small electronic pieces that you had picked up here and there, thinking you would need to use it for experiments.

As the group came to a stop at a pub you knew they went to sometimes, you went behind it and parked next to a bigger car, which hid your van a little. Then you waited.

You wore some of your more discreet clothing. The baby-metal band t-shirts were hidden beneath a grey hoodie, with the least monster energy drink stains on, and a pair of rugged jeans. If your sister had been here she would have rolled your eyes at you and said you looked like a teenager trying to be rebellious - and not a 25-year old woman. You missed being told that. Your hair was hanging loosely, hoping it would hide your face a little. Your septum piercing was tipped up and hidden, and you had changed your usual silver tongue piercing for a clear one. Though you doubted that it was your tongue piercing that would be damning evidence.

After waiting about 25 minutes you crawled over the seats rather inelegantly, opening the sliding door to turn towards the other car, for some fresh air.

You were tired, yet stressed at the same time. It was unnecessarily stressful to kidnap somebody, especially when you didn’t really want to.

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It was about a power nap and 30 minutes later, when you were ripped from your thoughts at the sounds of the back door opening and a female voice telling somebody that she needed her cigarettes. You tipped your head forward a little, seeing how she closed the backdoor behind her.

You had seen her before. She seemed to be near the others a lot of the time.

She looked in her 40s, with light brown hair that almost looked a little blond in the rare sunlight of London. Nicely dressed, a confident smile on her face as she pulled her car keys from her bag and the car right next to you lit up.

Maybe a girlfriend? Wife? Secretary?

No matter what, the chance was too good to be true.

Somehow you managed to catch her off guard as she seemed more focused on finding her cigarettes as she opened her car door – so that was when you struck, tasing her. Everything happened so fast - yet not fast enough at the same time.

You pushed the needle into her skin, as she groaned, clearly a little confused from being tased - and most likely from hitting your car floor - as soon as the contents were injected you pulled the needle out again. The woman groaned and grabbed your wrist, mumbling something. You pushed it off, grabbing the roll of duct tape you had prepared, pushing her onto her stomach. She wasn’t going without a fight though and you wanted to cry as she managed to pull her hand free. You needed the bloody drug to kick in this minute.

You sat down on her back, your weight useful - the work of wrapping her wrists together was honestly shit. YouTube made it look so much easier.

You ignored her as she began to curse you out. grabbing her bag, emptying the content on the floor of the car, eyes constantly flickering to her. She seemed confused - so you focused. There was an Apple air tag in it, that you hurriedly picked up. There was no phone though. You wanted to throw up, this was taking longer than it should.

She tried sitting up, having rolled onto her back again, your eyes meeting. Hers were cloudy, while yours were focused. You pushed her down again, hands running over her jacket. The moment your hand touched the familiar shape of a phone, your hand dug into the pocket, not even trying to be nice about it. She was mumbling about how what you were doing was wrong, but you didn’t need to be told that.

As soon as you got the phone, you got up and crawled in between the front seats, sitting down and starting the car. You needed to get the hell out of here, now.

The sound of the shitty engine drowned out her complaints. You drove off as quickly as you could, throwing her phone and the AirTag out in a couple of bushes that the car passed.

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It was several minutes later that you concluded that nobody was following you, which made you breathe a little easier.

As you waited for the green light, you looked over your shoulder, taking in the sight of the woman on the floor of your car, in between empty monster cans, cables and small electronics. She was laying quietly, but you could see her chest moving.

What the fuck had you gotten yourself into? You could feel an anxiety attack crawling along your ribs, threatening to overwhelm you.

As soon as the money was transferred, you dropped her off again - and then you could run, somewhere up north. Start somewhere fresh, where you don't know anybody. Where the 141 or bad memories couldn’t find you. Maybe get a dog.

First things first, however. You needed to get this whole kidnapping thing done.

[trannydykes]

twitter rly think butch means "looks like a trucker but has tits" like "tank top, short hair, cargo shorts, and muscles"

like do they know butches can be formal? that butches can be scrawny? or that maybe butches can be nerdy?? AND MAYBE BUTCHES CAN HAVE LONG HAIR?!??!!

like not all butches are macho grease monkeys some butches are dorky academics, some are gamers, some are just guys that dont define their style by their hobbies

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[saleemb]

Breaking my silence, happy pride month Kate Laswell

[numberonecodwomenfan]

butch soap with big naturals 😝😝 lowkey medium naturals i fear i couldnt find a good reference 😔

anyway butch soap save me…..

ghost is swiping on her btw 😜

[nightlyrequiem]

Mfs will see the most LESBIAN looking woman and ship her with a man

[vivgst]

OBSSESED!Valeria

Valeria loves control, it makes her feel calm. It's like a warm blanket on a very cold day, it gives her comfort.

Her personal relationships are about control, not love, at least that's how it was with Alejandro, he loved her much more than she loved him and it was fine with her because that's how it should be.

Even after betraying the army and positioning as the leader of the Las Almas cartel, she continued to adore the idea that she had left her poor lover behind, she spent nights imagining how much Alejandro must miss sleeping next to her and that made her smile.

Until she found out that Alejandro had a new partner and you were quite different from her, you were younger and you always wore all that makeup, you looked weak and she hated you as soon as she knew about you.

Valeria was not in love with Alejandro but she enjoyed knowing that he had not been able to get over her and him being with someone else meant that things had changed.

What did he even see in you?

She didn't know and she became so obsessed with finding the answer that she couldn't stop stalking you. She did it all the time and knew everything about you, Valeria had photos and folders full of information about you, she knew that you went every Tuesday afternoon to have a coffee at the mall, that your work hours had decreased since you were with Alejandro and that on Thursdays you went out with your friends.

After a while of watching your every move the line between hate and desire became so thin that she found herself unable to discern if what she now felt for you had escalated into something completely different than what it used to be.

It became even more difficult when her own mind began to work against her and suddenly she found herself awake although she could have sworn she had fallen asleep minutes ago, but there she was, panting restlessly as she felt – felt you – move, riding her slowly while your hands squeezed her breasts, Valeria felt suffocated, each movement of your hips buried that double-end toy deeper inside her, you looked at her mockingly while she writhed with pleasure and drops of sweat fell all over your body that was numb from all the things you were feeling.

She wanted to regain some control, to push you away from her but like every dream, she didn't have much power to free herself or exercise the free will she had when she was awake so her hands tightened on your hips in a poor attempt to stop your movements, that only served as an incentive for you to start moving faster, your skin slapping against Valeria’s.

You leaned on your forearms to bring your lips closer to hers as you moaned and slowed the movement of your hips once more, the toy was rubbing against her g-spot and Valeria let out a hiss as she tightened her thighs.

She wasn't going to come from having you on top of her riding her, she didn't care how good she felt or how turned on she got just from seeing your breasts bounce every time you jumped on top of her.

However, you had other plans.

You trailed wet kisses from her jaw to her neck and up to her earlobe, nibbling on it gently, Valeria shuddered but did her best to keep fucking quiet.

“Are you shy now?” You spoke hoarsely and she growled, her hands gripping your hips so tight that your skin burned but even that felt good. “No matter how much you try to hide it, you're just as soaked as I am.” You whispered against her ear and pulled away from her to look into her eyes, both of you were panting and the room that Valeria normally hated for being cold was now so hot it was barely bearable.

“How much of a slut you- fuck...” She breathed out and there was real hate behind all the lust in her gaze, she hated you and she hated the way you were making her melt, how much she was loving every touch, every feeling and well… how much she wanted you to keep doing it just like that, driving her crazy while you rode her, she loved it.

And you were so close to making her come, but the universe was against you that night and Valeria woke up gasping, looking everywhere even though she knew very well that you weren't there.

Her body was just too hot and sweat wasn't the only thing that had the bed wet, it was uncomfortable so she got out of bed and went into the bathroom, taking off her clothes and getting into the shower which was cold.

Her body kept shivering and no matter how cold the water was, the heat in the middle of her legs didn't go away. She wanted to put her hand between her thighs and make herself come, she needed it but no, she would cut her hand before doing such nonsense for you, the shower would calm her down.

But it didn't calm her down, nothing did. The days went on and her mind kept coming back to you, wishing that dream came true even though she hated to admit it.

Valeria remembered it so vividly... now she couldn't stop stalking you even though deep down she knew that nothing would happen between you two.

At least that was what Valeria thought, she could know a lot things but she was oblivious to the fact that Alejandro was a tool for you, a toy. She was also oblivious to the fact that all your plans took shape when you started to feel watched.

Finally she had noticed you.

[lesvii]

Valeria HeadCannons

I wouldn’t say I would romanticize this type of lifestyle specially in Mexico, but since is all fiction then I’ll let my thoughts be, Im just a girly that loves Valeria lol.😭

You know how many imagine their “sueño buchón” being provided with lots of gifts, money, luxury bags, brand new cars, houses, Ramos buchones (these type of huge bouquets of roses), yeah well Valeria would do that type of shit to their partner.

She will call you all sorts of pet names “princesa” “mi Reina” “chula” “mija”.

I don’t think she’ll show actual affection if you’re near around work, since she thinks enemies can easily figure you out and hurt you, specially to hurt her.

I don’t think she likes the new Corridos, but put her on some Jenni Rivera, Joan Sebastian, old corridos stuff she’s adore it. Personally I don’t think she likes the idea of how new corridos romanticize this lifestyle but she lets her men have that type of music since that makes them work lol.

I think she’s experienced around women, after she left the Mexican army maybe she discovered new stuff along her new line of work.

She personally hates how other mafia bosses treat their spouses, how they view them as an object, she swore to never treat a woman like that.

If for some reason she thinks you’re captivating she’ll invite you a night out, go for some dinner in the most expensive restaurant in Las Almas, at first you don’t knowing who she was, eventually you got your suspicions about her but never really got a full conversation on her work.

She’ll be the type to joke around “Chula, dile a tus papás que ya no te voy a regresar” (her just saying she will not take you back to your house) when your going out on her very expensive car, you two alone, you’ll just stare at her confused/surprised, then she just starts laughing.

She’ll teach you the basics at self defense, maybe not yet with a gun, is not that she doesn’t trust you, but ending someone life takes a little humanity out of you, she doesn’t want that for you.

When she’s not around, not matter where you are she’ll send her men to have an eye on you, protect you from everything, you might think she’s a little paranoid, but dating the biggest cartel mafia boss comes with it dangers.

[diejager]

Makarov with a lesbian daughter who's spoiled rotten, how would he react to finding her partner is a masc lesbian who works out? hehe

Cw: protective father, homophobia (not Makarov), tell me if I missed any.

Unlike your sweet lover, you weren’t scared of telling your father who you were dating. Granted, he lived a more traditional life, but his ways and manners were far from traditional and conservative in every possible way. Makarovwould understand, he always did, fiercely and loyally, trusting you so much so that he knowingly placed his heart in your hands. 

The same way your Ana did with her sharp jaw and dark brush of hair, squared yet soft, shoulders broad yet body lean. Anastasia stood tall and proud in her world, steady as much as she could in her masculine beauty that had you swoon when she peered at you with her stormy eyes, so dark that it felt like a starry sky, withholding the galaxy within them —a universe. It was love at first sight, if you were one to believe it, and you were unashamed to say it.

You knew he was hard to impress, hard to trust as much as he was to let his guard down, but with the right nudge from you, he’d be willing to let Ana into your home. Despite the invasive search on her life and family, the deep pressure put on her to crack any sort of lies and manipulation, and the thick haze of suspicion that would swim in his eyes whenever she was near, once he trusted, he would until he was proved otherwise. He would love her, unlike your softer frame, built to dance and sing, she was stocky, her lean figure rippled with thick muscles from her hours at the gym and quick boxing classes. Oppositions attract, no? Wasn’t that what people said?

And you were right, everything went according to plan. While Ana stressed and grew anxious under your father’s stoicism, lips thin and eyes cold, he called to you, sitting you by his side while he stared her down. All you could do was smile to Ana and whisper reassuring confessions to Makarov whenever he found himself deep in this cloud of protective father. You were absolutely sure he would bend for you. 

“She makes you happy, Swan?” he mumbled lowly, eyes never leaving Anastasia. 

“The happiest, papa.”

He heaved a deep and slow sigh, nodding along your words, simple, yet compacting to him. 

“Can you protect her, Anastasia?” He spoke Belarusian fluently, tone still holding that cold edge. His eyes narrowed to a serpentine slit, sly and scheming like he would, “Will you be able to?”

Ana took challenges well, she’d been through so much hardships and her taking up of quick boxing and often jumping into the ring to win a few matches made her a strong fighter. She was reliable and protective.

“With my life.”

And he smiled, a sweet and easy grin, pressing his lips to your forehead, taking in the softness of your hair in a tight hug. Showing Ana a side that very few were privy to, the tender affection and devotional adoration he had for you. 

It was a good start, and it meant you could openly show your love to her, leaning against her side, wrapping your arm around her waist, whisper sweet praises and compliments to her, and press your lips against hers, feeling the love within her heart through her chapped lips. You could ignore every sneer and scowl from the men that worked for your father, blissfully uncaring because they seem to disappear the next day or rush to apologise, begging - pleading - for your forgiveness. 

You knew your father had something to do with it, his devotion shining through after your courageous introduction of Ana. He would always love you. 

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I’m dangerous ☆ chapter 5 ☆ COD fanfic

Originally posted on my AO3, where I post all my stuff. Always read the tags of my fanfics. MDNI

[Chapter 1] ☆ [chapter 2] ☆ [chapter 3] ☆ [chapter 4] ☆ [chapter 5]☆ [chapter 6]☆[chapter 7]

☆ fem!reader x Kate Laswell ☆ explicit. MDNI. ☆ 5/10 ☆ 2,808 words

☆ Summary: You were a hacker and had been a thorn in the side of the 141 gang for a while, in particular as you tried to find out who the famous leader, Watcher, was. But they refuse to be blackmailed and won’t pay you.

So, to prove that you weren’t just bluffing, but were a serious threat to them, you kidnapped a random woman that you saw coming out from one of their meetings, figuring she was a secretary or girlfriend or something.

Oh, how wrong you were.

☆ Tags: au mob, gang, kidnapping, blackmailing, dub-con, angst, smut, death, grief/mourning, hacking, non-con drug use, bondage, spanking, kissing, rough sex, inaccurate portrayal of mob, more will be added.

Note: TW there is non-con spanking in this one - while reader is turned on, there technically isn't anything sexual happening.

“Who did you tell?”

You blinked groggily up at her, confused at what was happening.

“What?” You mumbled.

You were ripped from the bed, for half a second just impressed with how easily Kate did that. That was until you collided with the floor, letting out a cry as pain spiked through you.

She stood over you and oh. Now you understood fully how she got to this place in life. 

It wasn’t that you hadn’t been afraid earlier, because you knew now that Kate Laswell was the famous Watcher. It was just something else to actually see.

Standing above you in her grey suit, high heels on each of your head, anger clear on her face; the gun pointed down at you was not even shaking one bit. 

There was a coldness in her eyes that had been so different from when you had kidnapped her yourself. In a way it was odd to think that this was the same woman.

Horror filled you. It wasn’t that you hadn’t realised Kate was dangerous, but still, still hit differently in some way. 

Death could be mere seconds away, it was only a question of Laswell pulling the trigger. Then your body would shut down like a broken piece of technology, never to be turned on again, missing its core features. She had said it herself, hadn’t she? 

If I don’t kill you before, that is

“Who did you tell?” She repeated, voice raising a little, a strand of hair out of place. 

“I - what do you mean?” you asked, weakly raising your hands in front of the gun muzzle, as if it would do anything to stop your death, in case she chose to end you, “I haven’t told anyone about anything!”

“You’re a fuckin’ liar,” she hissed angrily, one foot kicking away your hands, “How else would somebody else know about the arrival of my shipment friday?” 

You stared up at her, in between your fingers, feeling tears well up in your eyes, “How the fuck should I know? I haven’t told anyone?”

“Oh, so they would just happen to know, huh?” she snapped, as she bent over without any problems, the muzzle of the gun suddenly pressed against your forehead, as she almost screamed , “who did you tell?!”  

“I DIDN’T TELL ANYONE,” you screamed back, barely realising you did so, “MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE  YOUR IT-SECURITY IS SHIT!”

Kate Laswell’s blue eyes stared down at you; she was barely blinking, you weren’t even sure if she was breathing. Then she rose, straightening up, gun still pointing towards your face and even though it wasn’t pressed against your skin anymore, it was like you could still feel it. As if it caressed your skin, whispering a death threat that echoed in your mind.

“If I found out that you have anything to do with this, Fae, and I mean anything, I’m killing you on sight.”

She stepped over you easily and you tipped your head to the side, watching her high heels as she went out the door, snarling about something you didn’t even bother to listen to, while putting away the gun.

The tears kept coming as you curled on your side and cried. Staying here would no doubt result in anything other than your death.

You didn’t turn as the sound of another person entering the room was heard.

“Dinnae cry, bonnie bird,” Soap comforted - or at least tried to, “She dinnae mean it, boss lady is just stressed - dinnae fash.” He squatted down next to you, giving your head a little pat, but you didn’t turn around to look at him.

“We gotta go, but I’ll get ye some new clothes first, eh?”

You nodded.

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They were gone that night. The food you were given hours ago by a staff member, was cold by now, untouched by you. You weren’t going to dare, you didn’t want to be drugged again.

You slept on the little couch in the room, not caring that you were too tall for it. The idea of waking up, with Kate Laswell who had just promised to kill you, wasn’t really a pleasant one. Not that you actually had anything to do with it, though.

You just didn’t plan to stick around and find out if Laswell was serious or not.

The next morning you didn’t eat the breakfast that the staff member gave you, despite how lovely it looked and smelled. The lass who gave it to you and picked up yesterday's dinner was nice enough to point out that it wasn’t poisoned or anything. You merely answered by asking your own question.

“When will they be back?”

“In less than an hour or so, I think. But - I believe Miss Laswell would prefer for you to eat breakfast.”

“Okay, thank you.”

The idea of getting all your meals delivered seemed so… unnecessary to you. Though your own cooking skills were limited, you at least made food yourself. 

Soap had given you a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants yesterday - your own. Which meant they had gone through your stuff and while Soap grinned as he knew you realised, you wanted to throw up at the thought. 

You looked outside the window. You just needed to get out of the house - and somehow past the fence and then it wouldn’t be far to a crowded area if you weren’t wrong. You looked down at the bushes. It wouldn’t be too bad now that you weren’t in shorts anymore - as long as you didn’t break anything.

You didn’t touch the actual food you were given - but you did touch the fancy cutlery.

With a quick movement you opened the window and located the censor - ignoring the blasting sound as you moved, using the sharp knife to pull the censor free. 

You knew they would check on you soon, so you desperately stabbed at it until you -managed to get it open, pulling the battery from it. The alarm stopped and as you closed the window, you heard people at the door. You merely sat down on the broken little censor. 

You winched at the sight of the two big men, who looked like security, but tried to look as apologetic as possible.

“- Sorry. Needed some air.”

One of them looked properly annoyed at you. “Don’t do that again!” 

The moment they left and the door locked you looked directly up at the security camera - then you flipped it off. Opening the window fully, no alarm stopping you this time, you counted towards ten but jumped at nine. In the half second you gave yourself to lay in the bushes, you realised how fucking easier everything would have been if you had just stuck to blackmailing rich cheating people - or maybe been a better kidnapper. Alas, you got up, grumbling as you looked around, moving quickly.  

Then you darted across the lawn. You had never been a runner and you weren’t wearing any shoes, but you gave absolutely no shit. 

Crawling over the fence though? Nope. You weren’t ready to experiment with those sharp points, no thanks. And squeezing through it? Not happening. What was happening was a car arriving apparently - and you hid behind one of the thick pillars near the port, out of pure panic. 

The moment it passed you, you darted out from behind it and through the port - ignoring the screeching of the tires and yelling as they spotted you just a moment later.

While you weren’t a runner, you sure weren’t going to sit around and wait to be killed either. You just turned down the way too fancy road in London and ran .

Escaped. Fleeing. Bolted. Cleared out. Booked it. All the fancy different ways of saying that your bare feet hurt as they hammered against the road, your lung stung – and you were moving faster than you had in a while.

You also very much wanted to throw up. People were staring at you as you passed - but you weren’t going to stop a stranger, no no. You just needed to hide , no need to get random civilians into this mess. Everything was dreadful enough as it was.

Hurrying through some smaller alleyways, your mind already had a tiny plan of how to escape - find a place with a lot of people. Blend in, take underground to somewhere … but you didn’t have any methods of paying. And with your build, as much as your body gave its full potential right now, jumping over wouldn’t be an option.

Fuck.

Keeping low for a while it was, then. Maybe you could borrow - either with or without the person’s permission - a phone.

Your lungs were burning, your skin already collecting a nice layer of sweat.

Fuck being out of shape. If you made it out of this whole thing, you would try to at least be able to run without feeling like you were going to die any second. 

If you managed to get out alive.

Your feet were throbbing at each step. You didn’t even want to think about what you had stepped on.

As you looked over your shoulder, you saw a behemoth of a man together with two others in the distance, trying to get to you. You darted onto a different road. Barely able to hear the sound of tourists and people buzzing in the bigger streets.

Just a little more.

The moment you hit the crowd of people you weaved in between them, desperately trying to pretend you hadn’t just been running for your life and was close to keeling over from exhaustion. As you got further into the crowd, you slowed down and soon you were walking in between people, trying to pretend you weren’t barefoot and terrified. Your lungs burned, as if embers filled them to the brim, pain shooting through your legs at each step. Salvia filled your mouth while you walked, threatening to make you throw up.

It was as if the world stilled around you as you kept following the stream of people - as if it agreed that you had been through enough. The many faces of strangers that passed barely noticed you. You melted into the current of tourism, letting yourself become nobody. A person that passed you on the street while you were on vacation, someone whose face would never be remembered.

Free. Your body was burning and in pain, but you were free like a bird, having just left the cage and the captivity behind an–

“There you are, sweetheart.” A rough voice said, as an arm was thrown over your shoulder in an almost friendly manner, but the grip on you was too strong to be anything but danger, “A real sprinter, eh? Gave the guys a run for their money.”

You swallowed hard, eyes flickering around desperately, doing anything but looking at him, the urge to scream instant but the moment you opened your mouth, you felt a familiar muzzle press against your side. Even with fabric in between, the gun was a clear threat.

“Don’t be silly,” John Price warned and though his voice was happy, you knew he was serious, as he steered you, “c’mon now, she isn’t in a good mood as it is.”

As you watched a big, black car with darkened windows stop at the road a couple of metres from you, you reconsidered making a scene - wondering if Price would actually shoot you, if the shot would be immediate. You finally dared to look over at the man having a grip on you that he pretended to be a friendly one as he steered you directly to the car. He gave you a grin. He was dressed in “normal” clothes, a beanie on his head, scarf hiding some of his face, dressed as if he was any other civilian - as if the two of you were lovers, on the way home, as if you weren’t being steered towards what you were sure would lead to your execution. 

You stopped in front of the side door of the car and heard it unlock, fear unlocked inside your mind too, unable to focus. Either you would be brought back to the cage - or to an early grave.

The door opened and Price took a hold of your neck, more or less just pushing you inside, a grunt leaving you as you fell on your knees on the carpet - only to see a pair of high heels in front of you. You looked up, on your hands and knees, taking in the Watcher .

Kate Laswell’s hand shot out, gripping your hair and pulling you up next to her, ignoring your cry of pain - and to your horror, John Price didn’t just close the door behind you. No, he joined the two of you, closing the car door behind him, the doors locking once more.

He sat down on the seats opposite Kate Laswell - because of course they had a fancy car like this, where the guests were sitting opposite each other, a black screen behind Price, keeping the chauffeur from watching you. You didn’t even get the chance to comment on it however, because then the car moved once more - and Kate pulled on your hair, hard.

A pitiful whine left you as she manoeuvred you, pulling you over her lap and then pushing down on your back, not saying anything as you struggled and began to protest. A pair of bigger hands suddenly pulled on your arms.

“Wait-wait-wa–”

Click . 

Price sat down again, the handcuffs around your wrists, making your hands useless behind your back. Confusion filled your mind as your face was pushed into the seats, body draped over Kate’s lap - and then a well-manicured hand took a hold at the hem of your pants, pulling them down.

“No- nonono, I’m sorry Kate - I did–” “SHUT UP!”

Your face was pressed harder into the seat, body flinching at her sudden yell. 

“You’ve already created so many fuckin’ problems,” she continued, voice eerily calm again as she pulled your sweatpants down, hand then resting on your panties for just a moment, “all you had to do was stay .”

Humiliation filled you, your brain not allowing you to lay still, Kate’s hand tightening in your hair. You almost bare ass was exposed to her, stretchmarks and everything. Price was just watching the two of you, having pulled  out a cigar.

“I’m sorry, please don't, I was sc–”

Your panties were pulled down so suddenly that you barely registered it, before Kate’s palm collided with your asscheeks. The sound that left you was a mixture of a surprised squeal and scared wail.

“Told you to fucking shut up too - stop squirming!” 

You couldn’t see Kate’s face, but you could hear the dark annoyance in her voice. One hand gripping your hair tightly, the other starting a painful pattern as it repeatedly collided with your soft ass. Making it jiggle a little as the skin burned and you squirmed. The words of apologies and begging that left your mouth at first were replaced with whimpers and cries. As each hit made your poor skin redder and warmer, sending so many emotions through you that you felt like a computer program on the edge of crashing. The worst part, besides the pain?

… The fact that you liked it. The fact that her mean words and harsh spankings made your need for Kate somehow grow even more, how you felt your pussy grow wetter each time her hand connected with your skin.

Though, despite your unexpected turn-on, you sobbed from the pain and shame. Tears and drool dripped from you onto the seats beneath you, as you kept your eyes closed. Small pitiful begs left you now and again. The number of spanks had passed 20 a while ago. 

Your sobs eventually dried up, only small moans of pain leaving you, body having gone limp. When it finally stopped, it took you a couple of seconds before you realised it. Instead her hand was resting on your burning ass, her other hand gently petting your hair. A part of your brain registered the fact that the car had driven far too long, which meant she had prolonged the ride, merely to spank you.

She leant down to whisper in your ear.

“You won’t do that again, will you, Fae?”

“N-no,” you answered weakly, not wanting to open your eyes. The car smelled of cigar smoke and you could hear Price let out a pleased hum. Like a vicious dog, loyal to its master, even as it watched her beat up a stray. You felt her hand squeeze an already burning cheek, making you add “I won’t do tha-at again, miss Laswell.”

The cheek was released. Her hand in your hair moved down to dry off a few tears.

“ Good girl ,” she praised.

[whatupcherry]

i think about Valeria’s back and shoulders way to much, i want to chew on her arms.

i <3 muscular women

[eg1rlb4thw4t3r]

when they make the sunshine character act like a literal child or a full on dumbass:

[holyprncess]

honestly im on twitter all the time i can make the most delicious twt links for all my girlfriends in any fandom i like

[bpcr3yes]

Valéria who believes in equal rights

Valéria, if you hit her ass, she would hit yours twice as hard

Valéria, if you pulled her hair, she would pull yours back harder

Valéria that if you call her by her full name, she would also call you by yours

Valéria if you pushed her, she would push you back

Valéria, if you scratched her during sex, she would also leave marks from her claws on you (on your hips precisely.)

She just believes that she deserves equal rights, after all, what goes around comes around. ♡

[leg0sbian]

just two protagonists haunted by the horrors of treyarch’s story telling

og image w/ references :]