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harryleatherfit · 1 year ago

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Downtown🥃4.8k

Javier Peña x Brat Bartender Fem! Reader

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Working at a bar in downtown Medellín, a biker gang comes in for their usual drink, and your boss has called someone in to help you with drinks. Nico, the head of the gang doesn’t like another man around you… but little does he know that you’re little friend Javier Peña is taking care of you elsewhere.

warnings: mentions of gangs, mentions of men abducting women, SHITTY TRANSLATED SPANISH, alcohol consumption, smoking, brat, brat tamer (if you squinttt) heightened senses, fucking in public, p in v (uncovered but pulls out), oral f receiving

word count: 4.8K

authors note: i don’t know any spanish, so i really hope my translate app had my back on this one 🍀🍀 also im rewatching narcos and myyyy god i need to write more javier LIKE CMONNN

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Running late to your shift at the club, per usual. You didn’t know how you always managed to at least run 5 minutes late, but tonight you were making sure you looked at least somewhat presentable.

Your boss had let you know that someone else was also coming in to help you at the bar, tonight was when a motorcycle group would come in and spend the entirety of the night, drinking their lives away.

You didn’t mind any of the men, but you needed the extra help with serving them, along with any other college kids or any other people that were gonna drink the night away. The club you worked at was specifically known for its nightlife.

Working in Medellin has been the best experience of your life. The city was beautiful, and by working at the club downtown, you soaked in every bit you could get. You became a people person and your anxiety of being alone had subsided, when your boss had hired you, he saw potential, and he knew he was doing right by hiring you.

You didn’t know what other business your boss was getting into, but you figured this club was a coverup. You never asked any questions, but you figured that’s what he liked most about you. But sincerely it wasn’t your place to care. You never knew if he was rolling around with the police or the cartels, all you knew was that he was a respected man, and it didn’t really matter as long as he paid you well.

Late at night, when you had to close, your boss would tell you to leave early, as he had some ‘business to deal with’ but you never got to see with who. Maybe one day you’d get to see, but for now you had to fucking sprint into the back of the bar to clock in.

You open the door back in an alleyway, wafting a draft of club air- humid and loud. You duck into the dark staff room quickly setting your stuff down and getting your work clothes on, not caring possibly what you could look like now, as long as your hair and makeup stayed intact. Rushing past the cooks, saying hi instead asking how everyone's day was, to finally getting to the door to burst behind the bar. Immediately, he bumps into you.

“Fuck sorry.” He gasps, whiskey bottles in hand. He gets a good look at you and stops to make sure you’re okay.

You realize this isn’t just someone your boss called in, he fucking called in Javier Peña, the DEA agent. You knew who he was, you thought you were pretty out of the loop from what was happening in Columbia, but everyone knew who this man was. Face of every newspaper with his partner.

“You’re okay,” You stutter, “Sorry I’m late.”

“Javier.” He sets a bottle down to shake your hand.

“I know who you are.” You tell him your name, analyzing what the bar looks like, checking out to see how busy the club was. You didn’t think about it until now, but you had seen Javier in the bar late at night a while ago with your boss, tucked away in the corner. This is who he does business with.

“Nice to meet you, Manny just wanted me to tell you that you can leave early tonight and I’ll close.” He rasps over the loud music.

“So you’re who he does business with, didn’t think it’d be with you.” You look at him innocently, but once you mention anything about business his whole demeanor changes. You look down to his waist band and see a gun.

“And why's that?” He asks, tilting his head. He’s only known you a solid minute and he’s already feisty.

“I don’t know, he’s quite reserved.” You blink, “And Manny’s, well Manny.”

He tuts with his mouth, “I think he’s doing business with the right man, no?” His lips purse into a frown.

“Well I’m at least pleased it’s with you and not the latter, if that makes you happy.” You answer. “But I would suggest you’re not only here to help me tonight, you’re here to find someone.”

“You’re smart, we’re off to a good start then princess.” He chuckles, “These drinks won’t make themselves.” All you can do is stare at him, at least you’re in good company, he can protect you if anything potentially went wrong tonight.

You go to the line, already seeing that he had set up for you, you look out to the room and college kids are already losing their face, the looks of ecstasy filling their bodies. He must’ve made countless drinks before you had gotten there, at least he knows what he’s doing.

“Manny, tell you about that bike gang coming in tonight?” And then it dawned on you, as he shifted toward you with a different expression than before, Jaiver’s here for them, or for someone.

“Yes he did, they’ve come in before.” You look at him, “Thats what you’re looking for?”

“Possibly.” His low base refracts out, “Just have to confirm something.”

You pause, inhaling your surroundings, patching out a deep patchouli and cashmere. It was so intoxicating you could believe you were still standing, you look to your side and Javier’s grabbing his jacket to put on.

You now realize how tall he is, his smell, his leather jacket. He pulls out a lighter and pack of smokes, his low rise jeans with his boots. Who really was this man?

“What?” He smirks.

“Nothing.” You shake your head, waking you up from your daydream, going to the line to take some orders. This man was more than you expected, you only had to work with him for a couple more hours and then you could go home. It wasn’t that you didn’t dislike him immediately, but his presence was so domineering, being around him you felt no power and it scared you.

He pours a few drinks “What's someone like you doing here, don’t think you quite belong here princess..” He pulls out a cigarette, popping it in his mouth so he can work and smoke dually.

“And who says I don’t belong here? You?” You edge on. Your eyes keep wondering to his gun.

He stares at you, not knowing how to respond. Tension already filling you both.

“I don’t know sweetheart, “ He pours, “Surrounded by a world of trouble. Men that do unspeakable things to women, any moment the wrong man could come in and see you…”

“And that’s why I have you tonight.” You smile, you point at his gun, and looks at your fingers, “Please Javier, I’d do just fine without you.”

You had never thought about it that way, not in the cartel way, but you were always aware of your surroundings working in a prominent man's workplace. You were aware of everything 24/7, that was your job for Manny.

He nods his head, your short response shutting him up. The conversation ended and you both continued making drinks, serving customers, closing out tabs.

“How long have you been in Columbia? You’re Amerian no?” You ask.

“Couple years, trying to catch the son of bitch Escobar, not gonna tattle on me are you?” He puffs out.

You simmer, each word he lets out heats you up, a raving fire petrifying a forest in your lower stomach. If you had skin contact with him, you’d faint.

You laugh, “No, unless you gave me a reason to. Finish those drinks Javier.”

He huffs, the lights of the club are making his face glow, you dance around each other, grabbing more bottles of alcohol. Lining cups and cutting limes. You get closer to him, “Do you like Columbia?”

“Yes,” His voice drops closer to your ear, “Las mujeres son otra cosa.” [Women are something else]

“Just the women, nothing else?”

“Nothing else.”

“¿Por qué nada más? Not your job? ¿Ni siquiera tu pareja? Murphy right?” [Why nothing else] [Not even your partner?]

“That little shithead? Si, Murphy.”

“He’s good no, I’ve heard some of the women around here talk about how good he fucks.”

“Sweetheart, that's where you’re wrong, mistaking him for me.”

“Really? I doubt that.” You bite, anything to rile him up. Of course you’ve heard how could Javier Pena can fuck, you’ve heard it around town, from your girl friends he’s a man whore. But how good really was he? Watching the battle in his dominant head made your stomach churn.

He closes in on you behind the table, “And who have you fucked?” Such a dirty question coming from his mouth, damping your panties, staying away from any professional decency at all. If you could in front of all these people you would jump his dick immediately, but you had a job to do.

“C’mon princess, you can tell me. Who have you fucked?”

Momentarily after you hesitate your response, his body is so close to yours you could feel the buckle of his jeans rest on your stomach. You’re backed behind the pivot of the wall where little to no people could see you. “If you’re too shy, I promise I don’t bite, this can go on all night sweetheart.”

You take this moment to grind against him, taking the risk to feel his bulge, tension never feeling this good. You didn’t want to be any ordinary fuck to Javier, you wanted to fuck him up so he could never go back. All he does is stare down at you, not believing what is happening.

“I’m not shy Javier, I’m hungry.” You whisper, tip toeing to his ear. You slither the cigarette from his hands, taking a drag. The burn breaks you alive, you move toward his mouth, locking lips and blowing the smoke into his mouth. He catches on and sucks it all in, his chocolate doe eyes never letting go of yours. The smoke flows through his nostrils, not ever has smoking ever been this erotic in your life. You needed more.

In the corner of the tiny room, you see a group of men walk through the doors, instantly knowing it’s the biker men. They were all wearing leather jackets, every single one of them covered in tattoos, every single one of them snaking through the crowd to come sit at the bar. Before you leave the secretive crevice he grabs your arm

“This isn’t over sweetheart, starting something don’t think you can finish.”

“I’ll finish, Javier.”

“Mi amor, you’re here again!” Nico, the head of the group greets you. He never failed to say hi to you when they came in, engaging with you was a task for him, every time he would drag a conversation with you. Trying to lure you to go out with him after you got off. He was your best tipper so you couldn’t complain, and he wasn’t horrible looking but you truly had no interest, it was all fun and play.

“Yes Nico, I’m always here.” You shake your head, “Absinthe and ginger ale?”

“You always know.” He laughs, taking off his jacket. All of his friends join them and Javier goes to take their orders.

“Hey sugar, why don’t you introduce me to your friend over there?” He taps his fingers on the table. This catches Javi’s attention looking over, a wave of goosebumps swallows your body, based off of his look this is exactly who he was looking for.

“And what’s your name..” Nico wisps out.

“Chandler.” He lies, you look at him, his eyes enlarge, shh.

“Well Chandler, serve me and my guys, don’t make my girl too busy I wanna talk to her.”

Nothing too new, just sweet talk Nico, fill him up to the brim with alcohol, swipe his card and take the cash he gives you.

Javier locks contact with you, but you set your stuff down, batting your eyelashes at Nico, this’ll teach our pretty boy.

“How’ve you been Nico? What have you and the boys been up to since I’ve last seen you.”

“Ahora cariño no puedo decirte que.” [Now, honey, you know I can’t tell you that] He smirks. Nico never told you what he did, but all you knew was that his group drove motorcycles around town together. Putting two and two together, it would make sense why Javier had a suspicion about them, either way they may know Pablo.

You take control, “But a guy like you needs to distress, have fun, dance everything off.”

“That’s why I’m here baby, how about your little friend here takes care of everything tonight and we leave together?”

Javier had been listening the whole time, Nico’s friend telling him their orders. You can feel his energy get stronger towards you, he lightly touches you, grabbing drinks in the fridge beneath your waist. You twitched and almost yelped, but you had to stay calm. Instead, but just for Javier, you arch your back. Hunching over the counter top to get closer to Nico, whispering something in his ear and he laughs. You wanted to see what kind of reaction that would get out of him.

You wiggle your ass, knowing it’ll piss off Javier, your low waist Rock Revival jeans accentuating every curve of your ass.

You told Nico, that Chandler's new and you had to train him tonight, little boy doesn't know what he’s doing. That got a kick out of him.

“Something I’m missing?” Javi asks.

“No, Chandler.” You giggle, “But you ruined my night with my sweet sweet Nico.” You pout at him, his face pouting like a lion, hungry. You’ve passed your line with him.

“One second sweetheart, we’re out of limes.” Javier goes to the back of the kitchen, doors closing behind him, fucking take that Javier.

Nico continues to ask about your day, his friends introduce themselves and you continue to sweeten up Nico. No harm no foul, he would eventually reach over to touch your hair that was french braided, complimenting your braiding skills. You make a couple more drinks and the business of the bar dies down, everyone on the dance floor having their fill of alcohol for the night.

You were starting to wonder why getting limes was taking so long, and you look down in the fridge and realize there's a whole bucket of them, where had he gone?

Before your eyes flash, he sneaks up behind you, but not standing, he’s on his knees so no one can see him. Thankfully Nico was busy talking to his friends so he didn’t notice that your attention was elsewhere.

“What the fuck are you doing Javier? You’ve been gone for minutes.” You whisper.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier, and you are gonna fucking finish.” He growls.

You gasp as he grabs your legs closer to him, as he’s leaning against the fridge, the space between you and the table encloses and you are really leaning against the table now.

He lingers his hands around the hem of your jeans, you stare at him in awe that he’s touching you right there.

“Can I touch you?”

“Right here? Javi, what if someone sees what if someone from the kitchen comes in?”

“I don’t fucking care, tell me now.”

It felt like there was no option, but he was giving you an option. His fingers were touching your zipper slipping down to your crotch, your body going rigid.

“Fuck,” You close your eyes, “Javi… fuck… do what ever you… want.. just be careful.”

Slowly he unzips your jeans, you catch your breath quickly scanning the bar to see if anyone could see you right now. At any moment if anyone lingered for too long or had the perfect eyesight of seeing Javier down below, they could see. You grab the edge of the bar, now holding on and not able to see what he’ll do next.

You don’t care what he’ll do to you, you wanted him to do this to you, you felt the fire fuel inside your stomach. The rush of him undoing you in public made your brain melt.

“Where’d your little friend go?” Nico turns to you for attention again.

“I think in the back to get more limes, he’ll… be out soon.”

You could hear Javier slightly chuckle, as he slowly pulls down your jeans. Your breath staggers, you can’t control how your body reacts to his touch.

“Oh baby, I do wish you could come home with me tonight, I could show you around and we could have a nice drink. Wouldn’t you like that?”

“Nico.. I… hmm… that would be nice,” You laugh, “But I am really tired, how about next week?” Knowing you, this would never actually happen, just to get him off for the night, you had bigger matters on your hands.

Now Javi has your jeans slipped down slightly past your ass, your panties out clear as day in front of him, you weren’t wearing anything special, but also nothing too bad.

You hear him chuckle, you can feel his fingers dance across your mound, reaching around to grab your ass, feeling his breath on your stomach.

“Sugar, we’re all leaving on a business trip to America next week, how about the next?”

“You know where to find me then.” You smirk.

After exploring your ass, Javi slips your panties to the side, stuffing his fingers beneath you. They slipped easily through your pussy lips, your wetness pulling him in. When he had you pushed against the wall, you were already a puddle for him, and now you were dripping on his fingers.

For not being able to see anything he’s doing, your senses were hyper. Making sure no one could see you, especially Nico. The thought of being caught turned you on, but possibly what could’ve happened if you were caught?

“Is that boy giving you any trouble? He seemed like a real fucker when he was making our drinks, I feel like I’ve seen him around before…”

Instantly you feel Javier tense below you, he’s had your legs held in his arms for a couple minutes now, but his fingers are rubbing back and forth through you went cunt, you’ve never done this before, but he knows exactly what he's doing. He pushes his thumb up just a little bit, to lay on top of your clit. Your throat can’t conceal your yelp, but thankfully the music was loud enough, no one would hear you.

“Chandler? Oh he’s no harm, he’s a little slow, but he’s kind.”

Kind? Javier was the opposite of kind.

“I’ll fucking show you slow.” You hear him whisper.

Not being able to see him is driving you crazy, you're tapping your fingers on the table and Nico goes to kiss your hands, you laugh it off but then you feel something wet touch you, not just his fingers on you now, it’s his tongue.

He kisses your pussy, from your mound down to your clit. He moved his thumb so he could suck your needy nub. What the hell is going through this man's mind?

“And he’s not trying to touch you now is he?”

Your heart jumped, Javier paused.

“What do you mean?” You stutter. Were you both caught?

“C’mon baby, is he trying to take what’s mine?” Nico frowns.

Whew.

“If he was, I’d tell you.” You giggle, not only at how stupid Nico was, but at Javier's tongue beginning to pick up speed on your clit after the little scare. You move your hips on his face, trying to relieve anything. You wanted to touch him, hold onto his hair to ride his face, but simply you had to stand there and act normal. His mustache was brushing against your skin, the burn making you more wet.

Breathing got ten times harder, thinking properly wasn’t a choice right now. You took a chance to look down and see him attached to your pussy, not able to say anything, undoing you in front of hundreds of people, his nose deep into your stomach.

As you watched in awe, he brought back his hand, lifting under your sidened panties, and he pushed his fingers up into you. Your jaw goes slack, not able to handle both at the same time. You really hope Nico would just stay distracted for an eternity.

Javier picks up the pace again, his fingers feeling like an automatic sex toy, never stopping. You couldn’t take the pace, his tongue dancing with your clit too, your eyes were about to roll to the back of your head.

You were close, but you were so scared you would give everything away, if you let yourself come, you would never be able to stop. Was this Javier testing you, to see how good you could be?

“Ok well sugar, we have to go now, I’m looking forward to seeing you in a couple weeks.” He winks. He ruffles through his wallet, slapping down 500$ in cash, at least 400 of it was for you to pocket.

“Here baby, some money to buy you something pretty, yeah?”

“Thank.. Thank you Nico, you're.. You’re so generous.”

“Don’t need to stutter for me baby, it’s all for you, only ever for you.” He kisses your wrist and gets up to leave. His friends follow him, and you lean your head on the bar, easing the howling in your stomach. Javier wouldn’t stop until you collapsed.

“He’s gone, Javier. They’re gone.” You shriek, trying to draw no attraction to the bar.

He slowly gets up, the light illuminating his wet mouth. You were so close to cumming all over his face, you were close to crumbling down on top of him, but you had to show him that you were strong and you couldn't break.

“You liked that huh? You liked that I was tongue fucking your pussy in front of that little cock sucker. Pussy’s a fuckin whore you know that. Could feel you soaking me up,” He wipes his mouth “Sweeter than candy, and he’ll never get a taste.”

“You don’t think I’ll let him suck my fucking pussy in front of hundreds of people?”

He takes you back to the hidden wall, slamming you against it.

“You think I'd let you? Think I’ll let a man that fucking dirty touch you? You’re wrong sweetheart, take his fucking money but I won’t let you go anywhere near him again.” He growls in your ear. He leaves you and you watch him, your jeans are still unzipped open, leaning against the wall.

He rumages for a lime in the fridge, walking back to you behind the secret wall, bringing the fruit to your mouth, “Bite.” He demands.

You shake your head, smirking. It was just a game with Javier.

Then he shoves the lime into your mouth, so citrusy but keeping you quiet. He roughly turns you around so you’re facing the wall, your jeans are still off your ass, and he starts to undo his. The metal of his belt touches your back, the hairs on your back lifting.

“Gonna be a fucking brat, or listen to me and when I tell you do to something?”

You moan, yes I’ll fucking listen you had to say. You’d always listen to Javier. Instead you shake your head for him.

“Pretty girl can’t fuckin talk, that’s what you get for being a fuckin slut. Like being a fucking little slut for me huh baby?”

You moan loud, not afraid anymore with the decibels of the music blazing through the club. Nobody in the world would give a fuck if they saw you two anymore. It was just you and Javier now. All you wanted was to whore yourself out for Javier, only his fucking whore. Let him use you how he’d like.

“Never seen such a perfect cunt like yours, mean it.” He gasps, he pulls his jeans down just enough to get his cock out of his boxers. From what you could see in your peripheral and being turned around from him, his dick looked long. Your heart sank and you didn’t know if you could take all of it.

“Don’t get shy on me now baby, it’ll be okay. You can be as loud as you want, no one will ever know.” He groans. He takes his hand off of holding you against the wall to pump himself a couple times “I wish you could see you fucking pussy right now, so pretty and glistening for me.”

You feel his cock nestle against your entrance and your body freezes up, his dick is so big, you panties have to stay on the side of your leg.

The whole night you’ve wanted this, since the moment you’ve met Javier, you needed him. He slips his dick in and you both relax at the new feeling, groaning at how full you are. He moves, you bite the lime stronger and the juices smear all over your face.

“When I first saw you sweetheart, I knew I needed to feel you, I knew deep down I needed fuck this fucking cunt.” He fucks up into hard. You shriek at the new pace. “That’s it, dirty fuckin whore for takin my cock out in the open, splitting you wide for the public.” He kisses your neck, down to your chest. You wanted to kiss him back, wanted your lips around him.

All you can do in groan and control where your arms are. He holds one leg in his hand, now slightly having you bent over the wall. He goes at you again, adjusting his stance so he can fit inside you better, but not only is he fucking you, he moved his hands around your stomach to hold you up, holding you like you’re his.

“What a fucking brat… talking to dirty men.” He seethes, “But I think you liked it… I saw your ass bent out, you knew what you were doing. Fucking whore for teasin me… knew what you wanted all along.”

Aside from the music you can hear your pussy breaking from his cock, your eyes fill with tears from how bad you want to come around his dick. His weight on you felt like the world was crashing on you, and you wanted more. You wanted to be alone to do more, but this was all was given to you.

No matter what, the thought of being caught while he was about to come, or you were made you more wet, the inability to stop what you were doing but a whole scene of people at the club seeing you get fucked like a fucking whore. You loved it, the thrill, the passion in your bodies, the feeling of no embarasement because Javier was proud to fuck you like this. All you wanted was to tease Javier, make him upset. Prolonging another punishment.

His scent and the cold of his leather jacket kept you alive, but if it wasn't for that you’d immediately fall to the floor, crumbling from the inside of his dick. When he would fuck you, cock kissing your pussy, you could feel the metal of his gun hitting your lower leg, you weren’t scared but protected.

Repeatedly thinking about being caught, you feel yourself tighten around him, not knowing where else to move or think. You moan as loud as you can, about to break every particle of the wall you’re resting on.

“Fuck… that’s it baby… come all over me… pussy’s so tight. I can feel… fuck…let go perfect girl let the whole crowd see.”

You stop thinking, you just let go. No matter where anyone in the world was, you wish they could feel this feeling, how every amount of stress flew away. Every ration of thought eased and your pussy craved more. You wanted to be fucked all night long by Javier, it’s what you were made for.

“Greedy fuckin cunt, swallowing me whole.” He whimpers. “Don’t think I can last longer baby…”

No matter what you lose all cognitive function and fall into his arms, he fucks your orgasm through and you’re unable to process how fast he was going, eventually pulling out so he wouldn’t come in you. He flips you around on the wall so you can finally see and he quickly finds a rag so he can come, before you close your eyes you sag against the wall, slipping to the floor. You can feel that your underwear is beyond stretched out, ripped partially but you don’t care. Evidence from tonight that you would remember for forever.

You watch him grunt, pumping himself until he spurts. You would do anything for that white liquid to be inside you, but it’s for the best.

Once he’s done, he throws the rag to the side, and slides against the wall next to you, he holds you tight again, compressing the aftershocks in your body to his. He takes the lime out of your mouth and you almost forgot it was there, you see your bite marks, realizing that if it was his hand you would’ve drawn blood. You slump against him still hidden in the club.

“I was.. Wrong… Javier Pena… can fuck.” You whisper.

He laughs, “I didn’t think fucking in public with a pretty girl like you would ruin me.” He kisses your temple.

You grab onto his leather jacket, “Better tell Murphy you unlocked a new kink.”

“Nu-uh, gonna keep you from Murphy, my fuckin trophy girl.”

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herejusttosufferalong · 5 months ago

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I keep seeing people saying L and N will never work because their lifestyles are so different. Maybe they're new or maybe they're just blinded from the past year and a half, but HBS is not L's normal. It's not even R's normal. This is new territory for everyone. In my mind last summer was driven by R (similar to this summer, a big chunk was his bday trip) as well as a destination wedding. If we look back to L and J, they went on trips, but they weren't exactly yachting around the mediterranean. They went to Amsterdam, out into the woods in rural England, yes Soho FH as well, but they kept things so much more relaxed and down to earth. I know those of us who have been around for years sound like a broken record, but this is just a completely different L. It's jarring. Sometimes I wonder if L would've been able to lean more on JV after his breakup if he hadn't been married and settled. Him and R broke up with long term partners in similar-ish times (about 1 year apart) so it just worked out they would spend the most time together of the friend group. Sorry, rambling with my thoughts. Anyways, I truly think N and L (if L goes back to his former/true(?) self) would have very compatible lifestyles. I also think they have people in their individual circles who could mesh well. JR and DL are friendly with L already, C follows and supports N and I could see them being friends. R can honestly get fucked at this point, but L can stay friends with him and do "bro" things w/o N. It's weird to think couples need to do everything together. It's 3am and this isn't super coherent, but just wanted to get some of my thoughts out there 🧇❤️

PS R's ex was 2 years older than him...not uncommon after a devastating breakup to run to the exact opposite. Just saying, L might not be the only lost one right now.

💜🥃

#this is all opinion

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anachilles · 6 months ago

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more 🚒🥃 vacation HCs:

for their second vacation, after being together for two years, the buckies end up linking in with doug and everett to do a joint couples vacay somewhere hot/sunny/beachy again (miami maybe?).

only curt gets wind of it and gripes about being left out so they let him come lmao.

honestly tho he’s so often found hanging out with john and gale/round at their place it’s kind of seamless tbh.

clegan and dougley + curt holiday!!!!!

bucky, doug and curt tag-team conspiring to keep buck and ev up past their bedtimes (“that’s three against two, majority wins!” becomes a major catchphrase of the trip lol).

something something they manage to keep up a joke for a surprisingly long time that all they could get in the area they wanted was a two double bedroom air bnb and that curt would have to sleep at the end of john and gale’s bed. (“i mean if you guys are needing a little something extra to spice up your sex life with, you could’ve just said!”).

i’m thinking about exploring gale’s relationship with alcohol in a bit of a different way/with more nuance than flat-out abstinence from it. he still thinks of himself as being sober, and he always will be as a result of how alcoholism affected his childhood and the knowledge that it runs in his family/that he’d likely be really susceptible to it.

but with how engrained alcohol also is in society at large, and in having a social life, but then also his own personal life (his job, and now being with john who drinks regularly) he also knows a flat-out blanket ‘no’ approach only serves to make alcohol a much bigger deal in his own mind than it should.

also he feels kind of silly being taken out for a nice/fancy dinner and ordering a coke with it lol. so in cases like that (but never in the house) he’ll have one (1) glass of wine that’ll inevitably make his cheeks flush a bit - which john thinks is the cutest fuckin thing - but won’t otherwise have an affect on him.

all that to say because they’re out as a group, in more of a party city, and they have curt with them, they inevitably end up going out dancing more and get a bit more into the nightlife than john and gale would have if they’d went away by themselves.

during which time, in-keeping with how he approaches it back home, once in a blue moon on a night out he’ll let john order him one (1) whiskey sour and he always gets excited about the novelty of actually getting to buy gale a drink, lol.

by sheer force of bartender habit, when he gets it he dips the straw in just to get a quick taste of it, like how he does sometimes just to make sure a new/unfamiliar cocktail is made right, or if a patron complains about their drink.

his eyebrows furrows immediately “they’ve messed up the proportions on that…” the firefighters laugh and everett’s just like “🙄 girl you’re not on shift PLS chill out.”

#clegan #buck x bucky #📝: firehouse!au #may add more to these!!

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h4t08 · 19 days ago

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Hello!

So, I would like to write a new Margo/ Sergei story as a THANK YOU for being such a wonderful fandom. I couldn’t decide which idea to use. I’d thought I would do something new and put it out for y’all to decide.

It’s all part of the 11:59 Series and the options are AUs. (I love AUs and Margo/ Sergei deserves to be happy in any universe!)

The description of the ideas will be below.

1. High school teacher AU - Two teachers from East Houston High and West Houston High meet at 11:59. We see them becoming friends as they share in their rivalry and accomplishments. Starting in August, each section will follow the months but with a different year where it will end in May.

2. Espionage AU - Margo defected to Russia in the 80s when Nelson found out that she gave the tip to Lenera. Sergei is the KGB agent assigned to keep track of her. They fall in love. He finds out that they are going to kill her and makes a plan to get her out of Russia.

3. College AU - Margo and Sergei meet at a summer class for top engineering students from all over the world. Rivals from the moment they met, they are chosen to team up for their final project. They go to a local bar for inspiration. They find it with their shared love for music. Not rushing to get back home, they spend the rest of their summer together.

4. Astronaut/ Cosmonaut AU - Stuck on the ISS and sick of hearing Cosmonaut Nikulov’s politically approved music, Margo carves out a small space for her and plays her favorite music. Eventually, Sergei comes and joins her. (Based on the two astronauts stuck on the ISS.)

5. Modern Coffee Shop AU - Margo loves to spend each morning at her favorite local coffee shop. Sitting at her usual seat, every day she sees a nice looking man running past on his morning run. One day, he bumps into her. Wanting to make up for it, he starts buying her coffee and they eventually strike up a friendship.

6. Married AU - Both Margo and Sergei are married (a marriage on convenience for both) when they meet at the 1985 IAC conference. Meeting at the hotel bar on the first night of the IAC conferences, over time they become friends and eventually fall in love.

7. Silent Drunk Confessions AU - 5+1 story. Each year at the IAC starts with a drunken confession (from prompt list I found). One year, he unwittingly says it out loud.

8. Different idea - You have a different idea. Put in the tags or DM me. 😃

#for all mankind #margo madison #sergei nikulov #margo x sergei #fic rec

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dnpanimationstudioclone · 2 months ago

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I saw your art of Angel & Rocky! Do u have any headcanons for their potential relationship? Platonic or romantic?

Why yes I do! A lot of the people ive shown def enjoyed that art!

I can see Angel use his own spider webbing to help patch up Rocky from “work injuries”(unsafe environments, Val). Actually has done this for his other coworkers and in return they help him too ⛑️🩹

Rocky enjoys helping Angel dress up. Whether it be for shows or events he’s invited to or performing at. Def thinks Angel’s cute in cool-color pinks 💖💜

Whenever Angel’s invited to outings or events, will bring back some food if he can for Rocky💖 def enjoys cocktail weenies.

If they borrowed clothes like shirts, they'd basically be dresses for Angel and bras for Rocky🤣

After a long stressful day, might watch funny shows, movies and videos together.

Angel would be the one telling the cashier "he asked for no pickles!".

I can also see them shop together now and then! Angel def enjoys getting Rocky some threads! He enjoys the grunge/punk vibes!!!! Me and Teddi agree.

Angel’s def gotten him to dress up and do drag with him for fun! Def done Rocky Horror Picture Show for the name pun fun! Rocky loves glitter ✨

Angel helps Rocky be in touch with his feminine side more. I imagine Val pushes him to be more masculine.

Angel def shares his hair products. Rocky’s fair gets super soft and fluffy.

Def have DIY Spa days along with the rest of the workers to relax after a long night.

Also enjoy bonding through their different tastes in music! I can totally see Rocky be into stuff like Rare Americans. I can imagine Angel def got an appreciation for Jazz from Husk…🎷

Tries to be as gentle as he can get away with when doing scenes with Angel.

Has helped Angel get closer with his other coworkers(they all admit they hate what Val makes them do to Angel when he’s angry). Has gotten him to come out now and then with them after work and when he doesn’t have anything to do at the hotel.(Angel-I’m practicing my outside safety net socializing, don’t worry Val won’t be there this time)

Can see them try cooking together. I can see Rocky be kinda clumsy there. I could see him enjoy baking 🍪🧁

Rocky LOVES taking care of Fat Nuggets 🐷💖 often gets scared about hurting him with how tiny he is.

Enjoy exploring Hell together. Perhaps have a day like Millie and Sallie did in Helle's Belles. I hope Angel and Cherri get something like that and Rocky packs a lunch for him💖

@teddie-bear420 shared this with me. I def feel like it shares their vibe! Teddie’s also suggested them dressing up like Grease together! I can also see Rocky want to do something Ghost Rider related

Def helped comfort Angel when he and Husk broke up💔(hypothetically if they do get together which is probably)

If Husk and Angel do break up, Rocky helps Angel properly apologize and leave things on a better note(I imagine the breakup wouldn’t be an easy one)

Angel acknowledges the mistakes he made in their relationship, admits he wasn’t easy to deal with(both dealing with personal demons) and knows he shouldn’t put it on Husk for judging him for those moments where he had the right to. Even if Husk hurt him…he knows he’s done a lot of that himself and wants to make it clear he doesn’t see Husk as the bad guy. And maybe gives him a parting present 🎁 maybe a drink flask with spider webbing unto it! Husk would use it beyond just booze. 🥃

Maybe Husk ends up giving him a gift too. A new neckwear or other accessory! Perhaps with a suit symbol ♥️♦️♠️♣️

I can def see them vent to each other(Angel usually) about stuff wether that be Val, or perhaps Angel’s own frustrations with himself or back at the hotel.

Ngl I’m hoping they bring up/keep how Angel was back in the pilot Maybe he’s venting to Rocky about the the gang, past things(like feeling ignored in ep 2, the incident in ep 4, etc )….and begins reflecting that he hasn’t always been very considerate himself .

He despite being in free rehab, still did drugs casually behind their backs took part in a terf war and def enjoyed, causing problems for Charlie which escalated into her having a nasty fight with Katie which also led to a fire…like the studio did.

And when confronted, he didn’t even apologize, even still cracked jokes and insults. Sure he had a moment where he felt bad..but was scared to act upon it…and just left…

Angel-…I didn’t even bother trying to make up….let alone apologize…..maybe I shouldn’t be judging Charlie so much for being careless…

On the one hand, Angels actions certainly didn’t escalate to anything as bad as the studio Incident….but he was also kinda careless of what his actions could cause and didn’t exactly try to set things right or even act apologetic for the damage he caused, even still continuing to insult and poke fun at them and their project… And hey Charlie’s not only a sheltered Princess but also the daughter of the DEVIL himself…makes sense she wouldn’t be aware or fully considerate of the impact of her actions ….so what’s his excuse?

He def has every right to still be hurt, Charlie still screwed up with her approach(Probably would’ve been good for Vaggie to have went with her or both wait for Angel, and im not 100% sure how much she was really taking her advice but I can imagine she assumed Charlie would know cause she’s a Princess, not realizing she’s been sheltered and not properly taught those things and didnt think shed have been like that). Not to mention with his things with Vaggie and Husk…he never made it easy for them especially to really empathize and keep their cool with him…

He comes to realize….he hasn’t been the best himself towards the people around him. Only just recently started becoming more considerate of others because of the hotel. I can see Rocky suggest he actually try talking to Charlie more, actually talk to her about sinners and how they think/deal with things being a sinner himself. Help her actually understand him and sinners better! And ofocurse build more bonding with the others too like he has with Husk!

Being with each other make it easier to avoid Val trying to infect them with his nastiness. I actually theorized Val already had plans of hurting Angel and let Charlie stick around to use as a reason to seemingly so Angel would tire of her and come back….clearly it didn’t work. I can totally see Val try to make Angel revert back to his bad habits and issues.

Lowkey scared around Cherri cause of her explosives but tries his best to be friendly towards her since she’s Angel’s Bestie and genuinely wants what’s best for him, even if she can encourage the not so great things sometimes. Would probably buy her a firecracker or something cherry flavoured as a friendly gift 🎁

Same with the hotel. Def appreciates them for what they’ve done for Angel in terms of giving him a place away from Val and helping him improve himself. He and Charlie start off akward considering….what happened in ep 4. He’s def asked her important questions regarding Angel and how she’s trying to help him with that(if she’s properly thinking about Angel and not just what he could be for the hotel). He tries to give her some benefit of the doubt considering her background and figures she just needs more help with understanding mortals and real life problems and other reasons said above(all of the sinners got their own issues going on too)…..if my theory about her “true intentions” is true, and most likely Angel would be crushed though, he’s def gonna rip into her!

If Rocky were to share his own version of Loser baby, it’d be more gentle, supportive and more related to Angel coming to terms with himself and his own personal demons. Probably at a point where Angel’s actual past is revealed(his mafia past) and there’s some argument. Someone shared this REALLY cool theory .

Maybe he asks if he can be at times…like Val or even his family(people have pointed out the similarities of when Angel threw that bottle at Husk, like how Val threw his glass at Vox).

That if…they were right about him, being a bad person and all the other problems he has Rocky admits that...to an extent he can be. He can be selfish, he can be careless, he can even be very cruel and has made similar mistakes (Lashing out, pushing boundaries, not apologizing or admitting his mistakes) But also is not .

He's shown he can be kind, he can be considerate, he's actually admitting his mistakes now a days and trying to genuinely change And in the end, no one down there’s perfect, it’s Hell! Doesn’t mean they can’t get better if they want to be(Don’t need to be in Heaven to atleast be happy and better than you used to be alive)

Kinda hard truth Aesop of realizing at times u can learn some bad things from those who hurt u and repeat them, even be like them but that doesn’t mean you cant learn from their mistakes and change yourself, break the cycle(like Penumbra podcast).

I can def see Husk feel akward around Rocky(since in this scenario, he and Angel broke up) and seeing how well things are between them and how much Rocky’s helped out Angel…

Husk-…guess he was right… I was the problem afterall.

I can see Husk admit his own feelings of guilt and regret only for Rocky to point out had he not been in Angel’s life, he wouldn’t be doing how he is now, he wouldn’t be who he is now without Husk. And also points out Angel def wasn’t the easiest back than to be around himself and actually thanks Husk for being Angel’s first as it helped bring them together…they both appreciate him for everything💖 kinda like that talk Diane and Mr PB had!

Perhaps do cards together for fun 🃏

What do u think? Do u see Angel find anyone else besides Husk, stay single or do u think Huskerdust is endgame? I'd love to know💖

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jakekiszkasmommy · 1 year ago

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Bullseye Part 4 🥃

Warnings: ABSOLUTE FILTH, 18+++, a little bondage, overstimulation, taking pornographic photos and videos, squirting, ALL OF THE WARNINGS, next chaoter will be fluff, MINORS IF YOU ARE HERE I WILL FORBIDDEN SPELL YOU

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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You moan loudly as his palm rubs your clit again, "One..two..three.." you start shaking your head, unsure that you can hold it any longer.

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"Four..five..s-six.." you are shaking beneath him. "Sevennnn..EIGHT..NINE...OH GOD PLEASE, PLEASE, SIR...TEN." He pumps his fingers in and out of you faster.

"Give it to me, Y/n." He demands.

You are plumeting into your orgasm. Screaming his name. He pulls his fingers out and puts them in your mouth, making you taste yourself on them. He shoves them a little further down your throat, coating his fingers in your spit. Removing his slick fingers, he runs his hand over his hard length. "Color?"

You are already moving into him , running his tip through your folds. "Green, sir."

He pushes into you. You clench around him and let out a moan. He wastes no time in picking up the pace of his thrusts. He leans the top half of his body back so he can get a better look of you, wrists bound above you, helpless. Reaching down, his thumb circles your clit again. You arch your back in response and moan out. His hips speed up and he presses his thumb into your bundle of nerves harder.

"Sir, can I please cum, sir?" You look up to him, pleading. Your eyebrows scrunched together and lips pouted as another moan escaped you.

A devilish smile plays on his lips. "Go ahead, baby. Cum. But don't stop. If you stop you'll be punished. Understand?"

Your answer isn't in words. But is obvious when you clench around his cock so tight, screaming. He throws his head back in pleasure, thrusting into you even harder.

You writhe beneath him. Trying to get away from his thumb, as the pressure drives you mad. He grabs his phone off the nightstand and flips the camera around towards you, showing his point of view on the screen.

As his hips snap into you a few times especially hard, you are cumming again. "Jesus, yes, Y/n. Fuck yes." He says through gritted teeth as you squirt all over his cock. He pulls his cock out and replaces it with his fingers. He pumps them in and out of you, faster. And within seconds you are squirting again. He tosses his phone to the side on the mattress, not caring anymore.

He immediately reaches up and unties your hands. He smacks your right hip, "Flip over. Now." You immediately flip with your ass up in the air towards him and your face against the mattress. He lines himself up with you and pushes into you. You let out a surprisingly loud moan.

"Oh she likes this position doesn't she?"

He starts thrusting into you harder again. Hands digging into the tops of your hips. Slamming you into him, driving him deeper. "I want you to hold this one. Until i say so."

This angle is making him hit your spot perfectly. Unraveling you at a grueling pace. You are gripping the sheets, eyebrows still scrunched together. "I love the look on your face before you are about to cum. Hold it baby."

"Danny. Danny I can't." You start to cry. The mascara running out the corner of your eyes.

"Oh baby, yes you can. Come on. Wait for me. I'm almost there." He pants out. Separated by hard thrusts. A specifically hard thrust sends you shooting upward, moaning. The frustration of holding onto your next orgasm is driving you insane.

One of his hands snakes up between your breasts and lays rest on either side of your throat. His other hand slides down to your clit, circling it. You can't hold it anymore and your body naturally pulls off of his cock, effectively drenching his lap and the bedsheets with your orgasm. His hand shoots back down to his cock, stroking it harshly a few times before spilling onto your back. His moans of praise and reassurance for you slipping past his lips. He slumps forward over you.

"Let me clean you up," He whispers. He gets up and pads over to the bathroom, returning with a wet washcloth. He cleans himself off of you and helps you off the bed. He holds your hand and guides you to the shower. "Use anything you want, I'm going to change the bedding and then I'll join you." He kisses your shoulder a few times before helping you sit on the bench in the corner of the shower.

He slips out the door and effectively strips the bedding and throws it in the washer before grabbing a new set out of the closet. He tightens down the last corner when he hears you call his name.

He slips into the steamy shower, wrapping his arms around your waist. He leans down and kisses you. "Will you stay here tonight?" He asks.

"Yes. Only on one condition." You say, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"And what would that be?"

"Youuuu have to go to the farmers market with me tomorrow! It's the first one of fall and it's supposed to be chilly so I want to make us soup...." you trail off realizing you were insinuating that you'd be possibly overstaying your welcome.

He grabs your chin and tilts your lips up to his. "Only if we can watch spooky movies and bake something."

"Daniel Wagner, you've been under my nose this entire time." You smile, wrapping him up into a deep kiss.

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Part 5 coming soon

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sapphireginger · 2 years ago

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Title: This is What You Deserve

Pairing: Stosy [Stiles Stilinski + Persephone]

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4,821

Warnings:

Murder Blood Torture Dark Character Cutting Character Death Implied/Reference Terrorism

Summary:

He decided to take a hot shower and once he was inside, he sighed. His shoulders felt as though they bore the weight of the world on them. He pressed the palms of his hands against the tiles, resting his head against the wall and letting the scalding water remove the tension from his body. His mind was at war with his heart when it came to the woman in his bed. He couldn't bear a repeat of Sasha, but should he tell Posy now or wait and—

The bathroom door opened, footsteps echoing as they came closer and then stopped just outside the shower. He glanced towards the glass to see Persephone watching him with an expression of concern. Her eyes were dark, and she looked even more like something other than she had earlier in the evening.

Created For: @anyfandomaubingo / Square Filled: 1940s AU

New York City, New York - 1947

Senator Stiles Stilinski, known to the darker side as Mieczyslaw Genim Gajos, stepped into the prestigious bar known as Hades Inferno. It was founded by a man named Hayes. It was an establishment only available to a select clientele. You had to be someone, and you had to know someone to get an in. Well, Stiles, Mieszko, was definitely someone and he knew someone. So, he had gotten an in ages ago from the owner himself. The owner was an older man whose looks were not to be trusted. He may have looked older, but he was the strongest man that Mieszko had ever met. His name was Zeno. He was an interesting, but private man.

Mieszko had often gotten a private look at the man's collection of books. He had spent hours reading mythology and lore books when he wasn't running his organization. The bar was a safe haven for the crime boss and that was where he found himself tonight.

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Mieszko needed a drink. Yep. He needed to get sloshed and that was what he was doing. Not even an hour ago he caught his fiancé in bed, with one of his men—his now ex-fiancé’s bodyguard—named Jayme. He wanted to make them pay as soon as he saw them together, but he resisted—barely—and merely ordered them to leave. So, really, he didn’t physically do anything except kick them out. Well, he didn’t do anything physically to his ex-fiancé but to Jayme? Well, he was swimming with the fishes as they say. Mieszko smirked at that memory.

He stayed to make sure they both really did leave his home. He may or may not have also broken his ex's finger to get his ring back. Not that he needed to do such a thing but well it was only a finger. He could’ve broken her leg. It wasn't exactly surprising that she was cheating on him. They hadn't had sex in about as long as he found out they’ve been together. He couldn't help the fact that he worked a lot and therefore he didn’t always feel up to it. If she was in need of it, he didn't know as she never asked. He had all these plans and was going to share them with her after they got married. He was going to fucking bring her in on everything.

Normally, Mieszko would be out on the floor dancing with a pretty girl or entertaining himself with a lovely young thing sitting on his lap, but tonight he just sipped his whiskey, in silence. His hand idly played with a lighter in his pocket as he sat in the shadows. The weight of his gun in his side holster and the knife on his belt grounded him. They reminded him of who and what he was.

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It was around midnight that a hand gently brushed against his upper arm to get his attention. A young lady with long raven curls and bright green eyes smiled at him. Her clothes weren't as fancy as the girls he had found alluring in the past, but it didn't matter to him. She was gorgeous, her clothes aside.

They got to talking and Mieszko was both surprised and not that they seemed to instantly click. It was more surprising to him that she wasn't shy. He was pleased that she hadn't shown any hesitance or fear in approaching him either. He knew the kind of aura he gave off and it pleased him to no end that she wasn’t deterred by it.

While they were not stumbling drunk, they were pretty buzzed. He left with her house phone number, although he considered asking for more. There was something about her that had him wanting to take her home and ravish her until all she remembers was his name. However, they just met, and he could be a patient man. Sometimes. Yes, he could be patient, especially when it was something he wanted, and he wanted her. He was sure he would hear from her soon.

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He was right. They called each other quite a lot, though he couldn't always answer when she phoned him. He did try to pick up every time if he could. He wasn't ready for her to know everything just yet and couldn't risk answering during a meeting or when he was around his frenemies.

His quick answering of the phone and the almost smile on his face when he did, caused murmurs to go through his organization, spreading like wildfire. He didn't care as long as they minded their own business. They all knew what happened to Jayme. So, they kept their mouths shut.

Mostly they were thrilled that he had his eye on someone again. Mieszko did indeed have his eye on someone. Her name was Persephone, and she made him feel much younger than his thirty years. For their first serious date they headed to a restaurant that Mieszko had a share of under his name. Not that she was aware of that of course.

Mieszko was a politician, a senator to be precise, and had to work all day to make sure everything was taken care of. That way he wouldn’t have to worry about it and could just enjoy their evening together. When he told her he would be working a little later than he planned, she suggested meeting him there. He agreed.

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When they arrived, she took his arm, curling her hand over his bicep that he may or may not have flexed to show off. As expected, the line was long, but he was Mr. Gajos. So, he was immediately taken to a table once the manager saw him. Dinner was wonderful and Mieszko was captivated by this young woman.

She was extremely smart, observant and drop dead gorgeous. She was very promising as a significant other. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was wearing a short lavender dress and black Mary Janes with her hair in a twisted shoulder braid.

He himself was outfitted in a long sleeved, lavender button up with a black vest over it and a suit jacket over top of that. The suit jacket was now hanging on the back of his chair having found a home there halfway through their meal. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing toned forearms sporting a light dusting of dark hair. He had on black slacks that paired well with his shoes and tie. As they eat, he noticed her gaze raking over him over and over again. A primal part of him preened at the approval he saw in her eyes.

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It had been a long time since he had been out with a pretty young thing. With his ex he was monogamous—or so he thought—for about a year at least. His ex was very demanding about where they went, what they wore, who saw them, how much they spent and—Speak of the she-devil and she shall appear.

Sasha walked into the building and sashayed over to their table, apparently trying to hide the splint around her finger. She was wearing a blood red dress that gave Mieszko ideas that were not of a sexual nature. Mieszko had to take a drink to keep his smile from showing.

As she approached their table, he wondered if she was going to ask about Jayme. He kind of hoped she did. He would take great pleasure in telling her exactly what happened to him if she asked.

The look Sasha gave Persephone had him feeling protective and made his hackles rise. He was not expecting her to flirt but he also wouldn’t be shocked if she did. They’d had a conversation about their inclinations when it came to sex, when they got together.

Mieszko knew that Sasha being attracted to both men and women didn't necessarily mean that she would get flirty with his date. He had known for a while that she was into both men and women. He promised not to say anything to anyone, but he was tempted to out her right now. If he did, she would be shunned. The idea was very appealing to him and would serve her right.

However, the words she proceeded to seductively impart into Persephone’s ear were obscene. Mieszko hated how uncomfortable Persephone looked, though he also noticed a fire sparking in her eyes. He could feel the tension building and shivered at the want rising inside him. There was something about Persephone, something other and he couldn't wait to find out what it was, assuming she didn't decide they were better off as strangers.

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It was time to intervene and Mieszko spoke quickly, interrupting his floozy of an ex. He kept a detached calm demeanor while doing so. “Sash? Don’t.”

She simply turned to look at him with a quirked brow and smirked. This side of her was what had originally drawn him in. It was different when it was being directed at him and when he knew what she was really like. “You never would stop calling me that.”

“It’s a nickname that—”

“That you gave me,” she sneered. “You couldn’t use just my name like everyone else. You just had to stick out like an eyesore.” She rolled her eyes and flips her hair over her shoulder, popping her hip to the side, her arms crossed over her chest. That was another thing she did to gain attention. Her chest was average in size, and she loved pushing them up and out when crossing her arms. He internally rolled his eyes at her shallowness. Of course, he wasn't super deep either, but he had more to him than she did that was for sure.

Mieszko was really tempted to point his gun between her eyes. The cold metal always felt good in his hand and his mind would be silent, his thoughts focused on his target and his target alone. When he held his gun, he was in control, cool, calm and collected. He was Mieczyslaw Gajos, and he was deadly.

Persephone glared at Sasha and quirked a brow at Mieszko as if to inquire why he was putting up with this. He shook his head. “Don’t, Posy. It’s okay.”

He froze, cold fury sweeping through him, as Sasha laughed cruelly. “Awwww. Looks like someone found a pretty little dolled up floozy to pay attention to them huh? How sweet!” she mocked him with a wink. Her eyes flicked to his date. “Well? You hate it, I’m sure. So, tell him. Tell him you hate it.”

Mieszko swallowed thickly, hating how he let her get away with this. He wasn't planning to waste any more time on her, but he would deal with her if he needed to. In fact, perhaps he would have her tongue. Here he was just trying to have a nice dinner with this young woman who was pretty much his ideal partner in every way and Sasha was sabotaging it. He should’ve gone with his first instinct when he found her with one of his men. If he had, Sasha would be dead, and he'd have Persephone home in his bed.

“Actually, it’s adorable,” Posy said, taking his hand under the table and giving it a squeeze. “Persephone is a family name passed down from generation to generation to the women deserving of it. My brother and my father used to call me Posy when I was growing up. When Mieszko started using it, I felt like the puzzle piece I had been missing fit perfectly. It clicked like he and I clicked,” Persephone said with a soft smile as she met his heated gaze with heat in her own eyes.

Sasha rolled her eyes and then got an evil glint in her eye. “Well, what about his puzzle piece?” she purred. “Is it satisfactory?”

Mieszko blushed crimson, humiliation churning in his gut. He was the one who instilled fear in the hearts of men and women alike. He didn't care what they thought so long as they didn't get in his way, but for Sasha to throw around such blatant lies and slander, her intention of course to defame him, was where he drew a line. How was she getting to him? He was the Mieczyslaw Gajos, and she was just a little gold digging whore. The way she talked about his cock was ridiculous. He was definitely above average by quite a lot.

Plenty of men and women had been unable to walk the next morning because of how good he fucked them. It was interesting that she used to crave being stuffed full by his cock only to decide that little Jayme—who was at least three inches shorter—could serve her better.

Nothing was ever good enough for Sasha. She always wanted more.

Mieszko pretended to pay attention to her endless yammering, even as he subtly made eye contact with the manager who nodded his understanding. “Stop,” he said, voice low but firm. Really, it was a warning. She was lucky he hadn't done more than warn her, that she was even getting a warning, but it was a warning she of course refused heed. Either she didn't hear the warning disguised in his tone or she didn't care.

Her comments got even more cruel, cutting, biting and downright degrading. Everything he did or said while they were together and some things he didn’t were being laid out for Persephone and the rest of the establishment to hear.

✦•🥃•✦

The other patrons had various expressions in their faces, ranging from annoyance, disgust, disapproval, and anger. Others exhibited an air of sympathy toward him and Posy. He even saw a few people who were looking at Sasha as if she was insane. Of course, the ones bearing an expression questioning her sanity were his men. They knew who and what he was. Sasha didn't have any idea and it was going to cost her, most likely she'd pay with her life. She would have found out who he was and what he did if they had gotten married, but Mieszko was really fucking glad they didn’t.

He felt the desire to maim someone growing ever enticing. Persephone doesn’t deserve to be treated in such a way and that was the nail in Sasha's coffin. People just continued to stare at them. It made him furious, and his hand twitched as if to grab his gun or perhaps his knife. He did think her crimson dress would look even better bloody.

As he went to stand to put an end to her tirade, he noticed Persephone making a fist, her knuckles white as snow from how hard she was clenching them. She was shaking and she looked pissed. Mieszko didn't want her getting even more upset. It was taking everything in him not to land a killing blow as it was.

It had been an amazing date before his ex had made an appearance. Posy made him feel like it was safe to love again. He had never loved Sasha. The last person he remembered loving was his mother and she had died not more than a decade ago. His mother would have loved Persephone, of that, he was sure. He was sad that he wouldn't be getting another date with her. Then again, he too would probably turn and run away from this if he were her or not, considering who he was and what he did.

He told his ex to back off and she towered over him easily since he remained seated. She wasn't as intimidating as she thought she was, but he did really wish he was standing. Instead of doing so however, he simply took another bite of his dinner. The meal was excellent, and he really needed to come again soon.

It was so tempting to lash out, but his mother raised him better than that.

Apparently, Sasha didn't appreciate his lack of response and asked him if he wasn't saying anything because he was afraid of little ol’ her.

She tried goading him and then Persephone has had enough. She shoved her chair back, standing from her seat. Mieszko noticed that Sasha flinched at Posy's actions. The room felt darker suddenly and the chill he felt resonated deep within him setting fire to his core. He had to subtly adjust himself and had eyes only for Posy as she said, “Hey! Listen up you evil manipulative disgusting bitch!”

Sasha looked furious and turned towards Posy, trying to regain the ground she lost when she flinched.

Said woman smirked. “You better watch it! This man is a-fucking-mazing. He is everything that I have ever wanted. Just because you’re regretting something or missing daddy’s money doesn’t mean you get to waltz in here, act like a whiny bitchy whore and expect us to just sit here and take it.”

“Why you little—” Sasha started but cut off with an indignant squawk when her arms were seized.

Two men came forward with a pair of handcuffs, their badges gleaming in the light. Mieszko smirked at them, throwing them a wink and a nod as they dragged Sasha out into the night.

When he and Posy left, they nodded at the sheriff who nodded back. Mieszko and the man had an understanding. Both Mieszko and Persephone ignored the cries and anger of his ex as she was taken away.

They went home together, his place, and ended up in his bedroom, bare beneath the sheets. It was just as phenomenal as he had imagined it would be. She was stunning and he was going to find a way to make her his.

✦•🥃•✦

It was just after one in the morning when Mieszko tore himself away from watching the gorgeous woman as she slept. He slipped silently out of bed and changed back into his date outfit. Before leaving the room, he kissed her forehead, whispering a promise to come back to her.

"Tha epistrépso sýntoma, agápi mou," he whispered, his lips brushing against her temple.

✦•🥃•✦

An hour later, his driver pulled up to what looked like a sweet innocent little home in the country, at least from the outside. He smirked evilly at such a naive thought. This home was the antithesis of innocent. It was perfect for what he had planned though.

Downstairs, tied up with mascara stained cheeks was pretty little Sasha. Her eyes widened when she saw him and he couldn't help the scoff, hiding his amusement. The look she gave him was ridiculous and sad. She looked at him as though he would save her from what was to come. Of course, he would be doing no such thing. He rolled up his sleeves and cracked his neck as he rolled his shoulders.

Amber eyes darkened as he stepped up to the table. “You know even though I have all the makings of the perfect surgeon, I prefer to use my anatomy knowledge for more personal projects.” His lips curled into a vicious smile, no sign of anything other than the darkness of his soul.

She flinched back from him as he approached her with a sharp scalpel in his hand. He traced the blade down her cheek and then down her throat. “You’ve been such a naughty girl, sweetheart. I’m so disappointed.”

She looks like she’s trying to speak and Mieszko softens his eyes only slightly to encourage her.

At that she finally managed to speak. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry. Please I—”

“Sorry for what? Hm?” he hummed, the blade resting at the column of her throat. He could practically see the skin bathed in crimson, but he had always been a patient man when it counted. It would pair beautifully with her dress when he did finally spill it. Perhaps if she had worn any other color, he wouldn't have been picturing this for hours.

“B-Betraying you by sleeping with Jayme,” she panted out, hyperaware of the blade but her eyes never left his face.

He nodded and just when she looked relieved, he nicked her cheek. She gasped in surprise, choking on a sharp inhale. The pain took a moment to comprehend.

She looked at him as though he had betrayed her. Fuck that. “Let's discuss strike one. You earned your first strike when you stole my money. If you wanted or needed my money, all you had to do was come to me and ask for it.”

He nicked her other cheek near her jawline. “Then of course we have strike two. You earned your second strike when you slept with one of my men. If you were unsatisfied, you should have come to me. We both know how much you craved my cock and yet you went to him.”

The scalpel pressed against her jugular, and he loved the way she trembles with terror. Her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow without pressing further against the blade. “Last, we have strike three. You earned your third strike when you went after my girl. You’re the one who betrayed me. You spread your legs for him like a hussy and did so more than once, yet you the audacity to show up and cause a scene. I was surprised that Posy snapped back at you, but I was also thrilled.” He sent her a cruel grin., his smile all teeth and very much the predator he had always been. “She has more of a backbone than you’ve ever had.”

There was no time for her to beg as he cut her throat.

As she slowly bled, the crimson river beautifully pairing with her dress, he repeated his displeasure and disappointment.

✦•🥃•✦

As her eyes grew hazy, he recounted her transgressions: the money she stole, the number of times she had sex with Jayme and then started needling at her confidence. He smirked as he told her what everyone must have thought of her tonight. He called her names and then humiliated her like she tried to humiliate him. He unlike her, knew exactly where to hit to break her.

When he was finished with his verbal assault, she was a mess of blood, sweat and tears. She was limp now and barely breathing.

“You would have had everything. I would have given you everything. You would have had me and now…” He trailed off, clicking his tongue and tsking at her. His lips were pulled into a pout. He knew how it made his mouth look even more tempting. He was amused how despite being close to death, she managed to lick her lips at the sight. “Now everything is what you lost, and now you have nothing. You are nothing.”

When his hand stroked her hair in a gesture of empty comfort, she pushed into the contact with a whimper. Then and only then, did he finally smile at her. She tried to smile back but couldn't and her face was almost ghostly white now.

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” he said.

“Kill me, baby? Please!” she begged as best she could.

“Shh,” he cooed at her. “I will. I promise. Tell me why, sweet thing. Why do you need to die?”

With a cough that was more of an exhale, she met his gaze. “It’s what I deserve. Please, baby? Please?”

Mieszko smiled at her. It was not a nice smile. The look she gave him in response though was one of the utmost pure unadulterated devotion and adoration as if she was staring at her salvation.

It was too bad she didn’t show such adoration and devotion before. He would have given her anything she asked for. He would have given her everything.

✦•🥃•✦

Long fingers without a speck of blood on them—despite blood being everywhere else—wrapped around her throat. His hand squeezed the pale column harder and tighter, most likely and hopefully leaving bruises behind.

She didn't struggle, couldn't as she believed this was what she deserved. She smiled as the light was snuffed out of her eyes and the last of her tears slipped down her cheeks. Her expression was serene and peaceful. Mieszko did so love bringing people to this place of mind break. Between the body and the mind, he preferred to break the mind. It didn't take much to make them think what he wanted was what they wanted. It was an art that he had perfected as he easily rose to power.

“Clean it up!” he barked at the man in the shadows, a man who had been watching the entire scene with fear coursing through him.

With a gulp as he fought to swallow the bile rising in his throat, the man stepped forward and was shoved to his knees.

Mieszko watched the man cleaning and smiled cruelly. “Good boy, Jayme.”

Jayme and Sasha’s bodies vanished but no one gave a damn. Not that anyone knew about either. It was known they were sleeping together and Mieszko would of course be proven innocent. Obviously.

He had to adjust himself as he watched the cement pour, and the blood drain. He shivered as the water flooded the building and groaned at the fire that lit up his car windows when his driver drove away. The explosion nearly had him cumming then and there. He had sent a tip in to his contact in the government about a terrorist attack. After all, the scene would exhibit the signature of a well known terrorist group. Not that anyone needed to know that the terrorist group didn’t actually exist.

✦•🥃•✦

When he arrived back at his house, there was a light on. He stilled in the entryway, concerned that Persephone was awake and had and noticed his absence. So, he stilled, his ears alert for anything out of the ordinary. However, upon ascending the stairs, he found Posy still sound asleep though now she was lying on her back, the sheets leaving very little to the imagination. His eyes flicked to the side, and he sighed in relief. It was just the bathroom light illuminating the darkness of second floor.

When he didn't say anything, she joined him and when he didn’t object, she washed his body with his favorite soap. Not that she knew it was his favorite.

Mieszko knew she couldn't see or smell the blood on his hands and therefore, she couldn't possibly know what he had done but the soap suds trailing down his body gave him a sense of purification. The soap was washing the torture away, taking some of the stain on his soul away with it as it swirled down the drain.

Persephone didn't speak, and it was as if she knew what he had done, what he did and what he will do again.

She always knew when not to push him. She was incredibly smart, observant and calculating. Mieszko was sure that if he didn't tell her, she would figure it out on her own. It was another reason he was torn. He wanted to see her the moment understanding hit her, the moment the realization dawned on her face. He wanted to see her eyes alight with unconditional acceptance of who he was and what he did. Telling her now though, would enable him to gauge her emotions about things and deal with it if need be.

As his eyes slipped shut, relishing the feeling of her fingers in his hair, he refused to tell her. Something told him it was completely unnecessary.

For now, he wouldn't make a decision about anything important in regard to this gorgeous woman. For now, he would give her all of himself—all of himself that he could give—and hoped that when she finally glimpsed the evil darkness of the devil under his mask, that she would embrace it, embrace him. He hoped that she would embrace all of it instead of fearing it and fearing him. By Zeus, he would be hers and all she had to do was be his.

#anyfandomaubingo #afgau #teen wolf #square filled: 1940s au #stiles stilinski #persephone #murder #fire #torture #character death #blood #injury #cutting #crime au #dark stiles stilinski #crime boss stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski speaks greek #stiles stilinski is the son of aphrodite

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tarmac-rat · 2 years ago

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🦾🥃🍙 for the memory ask meme please share the beloved Riley lore

Thank you!!! I will be spilling that goddamn tea lol

🦾- Johnny Silverhand

Riley and Johnny are two very similar people and as a result the pair of them bash heads like a pair of red-painted bulls. Both ridiculously stubborn, both insanely bitter at the world for different reasons, both containing soft hearts beneath hard shells that they're terrified of showing. I think I could include a lot of conversations these two've had but I'm going to go with their conversation after Hanako's kidnapping, where Riley really gets a taste of what Mikoshi actually is and why Johnny's so determined to tear it down (the second tapeworm conversation, basically). By this point the pair of them are mostly on good terms with each other but Mikoshi is really only something V has heard about in passing. She doesn't have a strong grasp of coding and netrunning so hearing Johnny describe what Mikoshi was like for him frames him in a new light for her. Johnny and Riley both have their own fair share of traumas but Riley never stopped to wonder if his were ever more than physical. And more maybe the first time since she's known him, she sees him openly distressed. He tries to hide it, because of course he does, but she knows what he's really trying to say.

Her hearing him say "...and that's why I'm going to fix it" absolutely sticks in her memory, too. Not only is it the first time Johnny's admitted to wanting to save her life, but it's also the moment that she realizes she actually believes him. Even after all of the horrible shit he's done, both to her and everyone else he's ever known, for the first time she feels like she wants to help him too. They were already partners before this, but this is the real moment that they actually become friends.

🥃- Rogue Amendiares

Answered here!

🍙 - Goro Takemura

Riley and Goro........do not see eye to eye lol. Their partnership is one of necessity only, and while neither of them will ever say the unspoken out loud, they're both pretty aware of the the other's stance. Goro knows Riley has no love of corpo-types like him and doesn't bother trying to reason with her, while Riley knows Goro would be more than willing to stab her in the back and go running back to Arasaka the first chance he got. As a result, their core moment with each other is when she and him split takeout on the top of the construction site before nightfall. When they talk about their pasts, it's with an air of bitterness, because they each know the other is judging harshly on lives they'll never really understand. Riley views Goro as what she could've become if she was a corpo-type-- her rule-following nature and ruthlessness would've translated perfectly into an agent, something she's been told and has not taken very well-- and her antagonism during the conversation stems from being disgusted with Goro's apparent willingness to throw himself back under Arasaka's bootheel. Goro views Riley as a defector from decadence, someone who turned her nose up at a frankly very comfortable lifestyle to become a streetrat without morals and now has the fucking gall to judge his life choices. They end the argument very bitterly, both realizing that despite helping each other time and time again, they're both on paths the other can't follow.

This moment is less of a "what could be" and more a lament of "what could've been", since Riley and Goro are far too rooted in their own lives and choices to ever truly trust each other. At this point, she only agrees to see the parade through because hey, in for an enny, in for a goddamn pound. But the pair of them never reconcile after this moment.

#beammeupbroadway #My V #Riley Aldana #THANK YOU AGAIN ENJOY DUMPS #Johnny Silverhand #Goro Takemura #Long post

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elvenbeard · 2 years ago

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🥃- Rogue Amendiares 💴- Hanako Arasaka 🔮- Misty Olszewski

Thanks so much for asking!! :D

🥃- Rogue Amendiares

Vince has a lot of respect for Rogue, what she's achieved, how she's running the Afterlife, everything really. To make it to her age in this line of business is an impressive feat, and to have a reputation as good as hers to go along with it even more so. Simultaneously, after seeing some of Johnny's memories of her, Vince got the impression that through all of this she stayed true to herself, and he believes she's blaming herself for things she had no control over. Both these things speak in her favour too though, in a way - she kept her humanity and didn't lose herself in the city like many others. I think seeing what Rogue has achieved against all odds gives him hope for the future in a strange way.

He'd obviously never tell her anything of this in person, she probably wouldn't give a fuck about his opinion anyway, as is her right. But yes... I think respectful admiration but professional distance sums up their relationship quite well.

💴- Hanako Arasaka

The thing with the Arasakas is, they're so hard to read. Hanako, so incredibly illusive and out of the public's eye, in particular. Vince's father always had the Arasakas on a bit of a pedestal, praising them for their achievements and whatnot, so admittedly, he is somewhat curious about them and wants to know what all the fuss is about.

His direct interactions with Hanako are of brief duration, given all the external factors at play, way too short really to form a solid opinion of her. On the one hand for Takemura's sake, but also because the whole Mikoshi scenario Alt suggests doesn't sit super well with Vince, he meets her at Embers to hear her out with sincerity. He can never shake the feeling that he's being manipulated while talking to her, despite trusting Takemura's judgement that Hanako is someone you can talk to, and that she has her own reasons to also put her trust in them. It scares him a bit how almost like a reflex during that conversation he reverts back to all the empty phrases and pleasantries he used to utilize so frequently during his time at the corporation, as if nothing ever happened, as if he was back working there already. He's leaving the place feeling even more conflicted than before, wanting to trust her, but also feeling like he's being played, once again, and treated like a pawn in a game he cannot win.

🔮- Misty Olszewski

When Jackie first introduces Misty to him, Vince's initial reaction is "really? but why?" because they seem like they don't really match. He doesn't quite understand what Jackie sees in her, isn't too keen on her whole esoteric stuff either, and overall feels like she is too much from a different world to his own to really find a common ground. I'm not even speaking of her being from Heywood, Vince from Westbrook, because that also applies to him and Jackie. Their interests and views are just very far apart, or so it seems initially.

As time goes on though and Vince sees just how happy Misty makes his best friend, and vice versa, he's reminded of something Jackie told him quite often: to never judge a book by its cover. He manages to look past all the - to him - "weird" stuff he doesn't get about Misty and recognizes what a sweet and loving and positive person she is. She cares so much for the people around her, loves life, and usually just leaves him with a good feeling after every conversation they have, despite all his initial reservations.

He still doesn't quite get the whole tarot and mysticism stuff, he probably never will, but because it's Misty he lets her do her thing and promises to keep more of an open mind to new experiences.

#cyberpunk 2077 #vincent ezaki #ask games

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waynes-multiverse · 5 days ago

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Welp, I'm cozied up with my tea (and rum), baby's asleep, husband is watching LOTR, so I've got some reading time. Merry Christmas (to me) 😂🎄🥃

A gunshot rang in your ears and hit a tree instead of your head.

Jesus's birthday! We're jumping right into this, and a bullet flying past your head while you're bloody and running through the woods is horrifying 😳

Hoping the boys are close 🤍

Uttering a short scream, you grabbed his shirt and kneed him as hard as you could between the legs. You hoped you crushed his dick and balls.

Yes, girl!!!!!

She's such a badass! Russell would be so proud of her 🥹

“Goddamn, they could be anywhere,” Russell groused, as he and Colter hiked through the forest. He was, admittedly, breathing a bit harder from the trek uphill. “It’s been hours already.” “It’s barely been an hour,” Colter reminded him. And he didn’t look winded in the least.

I snorted so hard 😂😂 Such an accurate Colter moment again 🤍

I loved their little bonding/teasing moment while searching too 🥹

“Just, please be careful,” you warned him again over his shoulder. “These are quite literally hundreds of years old.”

She is so damn cute 😆💕

I'm glad it all worked out and both Charlie and her are okay. Colter watching them with his little secret smile was so adorable too. My heart is full 😭🥹❤️

“Okay, now you can take it, thank you. This thing is heavy,” you said, with a pat on Colter’s shoulder.

Dead. I just love her 😂

“Oh, yeah. I’m like a cockroach. Just keep coming back,” he said.

Damn Charlie... Love yourself a little more, buddy 😅❤️‍🩹

“No, I mean get better,” he said. “You know you nearly got your sister killed.”

Ooof, I love that Russell is giving him some tough love. He gave him such sage advice too! Charlie sure needs to hear it, and I bet Russell will only too gladly make sure it sticks 😝

“Is it the blonde one—Ken doll? Or the mountain man?”

The Ken doll... I fucking can't with you today 🤣🤣 (The rum might also be kicking in lmao)

So that was just a gesture of gratitude. He hoped you didn’t decide to thank Colter that way.

ALEX!!! 🤣🤣🤣

And then, Russell finally read your meaning. He saw it in your eyes, staring up at him through your lashes.

Finally! I genuinely love how long it took him to catch on 😂

Loved this part! I'm glad Charlie's getting some help and these two finally decided to take the plunge ☺️ Can't wait to see what happens in the last part. I know they still have some things to figure out, but I can't imagine Russell wouldn't be willing to work on some sort of agreement 💚

Every Second Counts - Part 4

Pairing: Russell Shaw x F. Reader

Summary: One date with your best friend’s brother leaves you wanting more, even though his questionable job and vagabond lifestyle make you want to guard your heart. When your brother falls into trouble, however, Russell is the one you trust to help you find him.

AN: No cliffhangers this time, I promise. 😘

Word Count: 4K

Tags/Warnings: Perilous situations, blood and violence, some more protective Russell, angst, hurt/comfort, and fluff.~

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Part 4: “Mountain Man”

You were running for your life.

Blood dripped down into your line of vision, but you swept it away from your face with a haphazard hand, along with your tears as you nearly stumbled on the path.

A gunshot rang in your ears and hit a tree instead of your head.

Shit! You screamed and ducked, but you kept running…

After you tumbled down the hill, it was a small mercy that you didn’t break any bones when you eventually landed at the bottom. You’d stared up at the sky, winded, your back aching. Until you noticed Rick, one of Eddie’s men. He was sliding down the hill after you.

You didn’t know what happened to your brother after he attempted to push you out of harm’s way. That thought alone gripped your heart like a vice, but you knew you couldn’t stay here on the ground either.

You forced your body to move, whimpering at the pain and stiffness. Shakily you pushed onto your feet and slipped on dead leaves as you went. You moved your legs faster, until you were able to take off running deeper into the forest.

You gasped when your foot caught on a large rock. It sent you crashing into the ground. With your hands still bound, it made pushing yourself back up that much more difficult.

You spat out a couple of leaves. Fuck…

When Rick caught up to you, fear made you jolt into action. You wrapped your gathered hands around the rock that felled you and tossed it at him with all the strength you had. He blocked the projectile with the same hand that held his gun, like an idiot. You really couldn’t be blamed when the gun went off in his face.

He screamed, and so did you on reflex. Though his cheek and brow had been grazed by the bullet, he was lucky he still had both eyes. He blinked a bit of blood out of his left one. You scrambled back onto your feet and meant to keep running, but Rick still managed to surge forward and get a hold of your hair.

Uttering a short scream, you grabbed his shirt and kneed him as hard as you could between the legs. You hoped you crushed his dick and balls.

“Oh, f—” He went down to the ground, sinking onto his knees as he dropped his gun. He glared up at you. “You little bitch!”

You were panting for breath, but you didn’t wait for him to recover and grab his weapon again.

You ran.

You ran, even though you had no idea where you were going. You just knew that you couldn’t stay in one place. But if you couldn’t find your way around a college campus, how the hell were you supposed to navigate the damn Medicine Bow National Forest?

Along with your desperation and fear, tears kept filling your eyes whenever you thought of Charlie.

Please, please, please…

“Goddamn, they could be anywhere,” Russell groused, as he and Colter hiked through the forest. He was, admittedly, breathing a bit harder from the trek uphill. “It’s been hours already.”

“It’s barely been an hour,” Colter reminded him. And he didn’t look winded in the least.

Bastard. Russell glanced at him, but then he focused on the horizon. The sun was finally starting to come up, which was good for them. They could see the trails more clearly.

“Remember when Dad used to make us free-climb the cliffs in Sierra?” Russell asked.

“Yeah,” Colter said. “You used to beat me every time. Wonder what happened to that guy.”

His tone was teasing. Russell shot him a look, half annoyed, and half amused.

“Yeah, well, he turned 40,” Russell replied.

Colter smiled, but both of them paused when they heard a gunshot ring out, followed by two more.

“That was close,” he said.

“Yeah,” Russell agreed, drawing his own gun. Colter did the same, and they hurried up a roaming hill that had Russell briefly peering over the side. In his mind’s eye, he had to shutter away the memory of seeing a body flung over the side in the dark and the rain. Then him looking over the edge of that cliff and recognizing his father’s twisted body.

And Colter, shouting up at him with angry, tearful, accusing eyes.

A male groan broke Russell out of his thoughts as he and his brother came up on a grim scene. Two men laid dead, and another young man with dark hair was lying prone on the ground, clutching his wounded leg. He’d been shot, though a gun also was held tightly in his own hand. He aimed it at the newcomers.

“Charlie?” Colter asked. He recognized the other man from your family photos.

Charlie blinked up at him in surprise, but not without a grim set to his jaw.

“Who the hell are you?” he asked.

Russell let out a subtle breath. Colter was relieved as well.

“I’m Colter. This is my brother, Russell,” he said. “Your sister asked for our help to find you.”

Charlie’s eyes widened. All of them slowly lowered their weapons. Russell gestured at the bodies lying yards away from him.

“I’m guessing one of those guys is Eddie Mendez?” he said.

Charlie nodded, gesturing at the man closest to him with his gun. He groaned at the agony in his right thigh. Colter quickly went to his side and began to wrap a tourniquet around his leg to stem the bleeding.

“Did the bullet go through?” Colter asked.

“I think so,” Charlie replied.

“Where’s your sister?” Russell asked, his impatience evident in his stance and the way he held his gun while scanning his surroundings. His frown deepened when he didn’t see you.

“Oh, fuck!” Charlie said, and not at the pain of Colter wrapping his leg. His eyes were wide with panic. “Rick’s after her. I clipped him, but he slipped by me.”

“Where?” Russell asked. Charlie pointed down the side of the hill.

“Down there. Headed north I think, but I’m not sure,” he said quickly. “Help her, please!”

Russell didn’t need any encouragement. He started down the hill first.

After making sure Charlie was stable for now, Colter followed after his brother a few minutes later.

Russell called your name as he searched through the dense trees. Sunlight was beginning to filter through their leaves in dappled color on the trail. It gave him a better view ahead.

He stopped short when he saw a splatter of blood on the ground, painting the dirt and some dead leaves. A well of unease rose in his gut.

He headed toward the sound of running water, and he soon found another cliff. Just beyond it was a waterfall, and river below. Seeing no signs of life, he pulled back and continued to call your name, and all the while, pushing down his worry.

“Russell?!”

He turned sharply to see you coming out of your hiding place—a large fallen tree. A smile started to raise his lips, but no sooner had he taken one step in your direction, when he almost got a bullet in his head for his trouble.

“Watch out!” you yelled. Rick came out into the clearing and aimed at you next.

“Get down!” Russell shouted.

Without blinking, he shot Rick three times: once in the shoulder, twice in the chest.

The man went down. He was dead before he even met the ground.

It was then that Colter finally caught up. Russell nodded at him, but his focus was on heading for the fallen tree after he stowed his gun.

The moment he took a step over it, you popped up with a yell, ready to smack him with a tree branch. He leaned back raised up his hands in defense.

“Whoa, hey, it’s okay! It’s just me, slugger,” he said with a grin.

You let out a sharp sigh of relief. The branch fell from your loose fingers. As you caught your breath, your mouth trembled, and your eyes filled with tears at the sight of him.

Russell softened. He reached for you.

“Come ‘ere,” he said. Your hands slipped into his, and he helped you over the trunk of the tree. After using his handy pocketknife to cut through the zip ties binding your wrists together, you landed right into his waiting embrace. There, you spilled hot tears into his bulletproof vest.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve gotcha,” he said. His voice was low and soothing. “You’re okay.”

You raised your head with a desperate question in your eyes.

“Charlie?” you asked.

“Charlie’s okay too,” Russell assured. His hand soothed over your tangled hair and down your back. He could feel you trembling as you rested against him and sobbed. He held you tight, safe, as he rocked you a little from side to side. His own relief was a weight off his chest.

Colter stood by and watched with a secret smile.

With his bare hands clawing into damp soil, Colter dug up the crate Charlie buried near the base of the waterfall. True to his word, it was filled with precious artifacts.

“Just, please be careful,” you warned him again over his shoulder. “These are quite literally hundreds of years old.”

Before Colter could assure you, again, that he’d be careful, you actually set a hand on his shoulder and implored him to move back.

“Matter of fact, sorry, let me do this part,” you said. “I’m the only one who’s really trained to handle these. Plus, your hands are dirty.”

Colter raised a brow, but he obliged you. He glanced over at his brother. Russell just watched in amusement while you opened the crate.

You wished you had gloves on for this, but you supposed it couldn’t be helped. You stopped just shy of touching them—a bow and arrow, three spears, and a couple of knives. Each were crafted with wood and bone, with designs carved and accented in faded red and blue.

“Wow,” you whispered. Your historian heart was singing right now.

You made sure each artifact was intact and hadn’t sustained water damage, then you covered them back up with the lid to the crate.

“Okay, now you can take it, thank you. This thing is heavy,” you said, with a pat on Colter’s shoulder.

His lips played at a smile, but he accepted the responsibility of carrying the crate.

Russell rested a hand on the small of your back to subtly help you back up the hill. You couldn’t help walking closer with him, your arm brushing against his side. You glanced up at him with a smile. He matched you, then looked up ahead.

Charlie was waiting for you all while leaning against a tree. He still looked like utter hell—cut up, bruised, bloody, and now shot in the leg. You went to his side and gently grabbed his arm.

“God, Charlie. You sure you’re okay?” you asked. He curled an arm around your shoulders and flashed you a familiar grin.

“Oh, yeah. I’m like a cockroach. Just keep coming back,” he said.

You had to agree with that, laughing through the spark of your tears. Russell came on his other side and shouldered most of your brother's weight off his bad leg.

“Okay, here we go. One step at a time,” Russell said.

Slowly, painfully, Charlie managed to make it back to Colter’s truck with you and Russell supporting him. Colter brought up the rear with the artifacts in tow.

And behind you all, the sun broke more fully across the dewy trees in a morning swathed with orange and gold.

After Colter drove you and Charlie to the hospital, he and Russell took off again soon after to do something with the three bodies hidden under a tarp in the bed of the pickup truck. The thought made you shudder, along with the fact that the Shaw brothers knew how to hide bodies.

But you supposed it was better than the alternative.

As it was, you, Colter, and Charlie had to lie to the hospital staff about how you both had earned your injuries—in a brutal mugging, where Colter was able to scare off the men that got the jump on you and Charlie.

"I never saw their faces," as he'd later told the police, while the nurses prepped him for surgery. "I just tried to protect my sister the best I could."

You backed him up on the story, even as the lie felt bitter on your tongue and made you nervous (especially when you thought of poor Dr. Feinman).

Despite that little break-in at the museum yesterday, you'd never been good at being a rule breaker. Fortunately, Colter's calmness when he gave his corroborating statement helped you. Like Russell, he was a solid, anchoring presence...if in a different way.

For the crate of relics, Colter advised Charlie to ship them back to the museum anonymously. It would be the easiest way to encourage the police to lose steam on looking for who took them in the first place. You and your brother begrudgingly agreed, even if you had a secret thought of sending the artifacts to the NMAI. Maybe you could convince Charlie to send them there instead, or to one of the local Native American tribes here in Wyoming.

Hours later, however, you were able to finally be with your brother when he came out of surgery. In that time, your own bruises and the cut above your brow had been tended to in the Emergency Department. Now, you sat by his bedside while he slept off the anesthesia. You stroked his scuffed hand on the bed.

He really was a mess, you thought, as a tear rolled down your cheek. But he was alive. That was what mattered now.

A quiet knock at the door had you looking up, and then smiling to see Russell.

“Hey,” you said quietly, and in surprise. “Everything…went well?”

Russell’s lips quirked. “Yeah, we’re all set.”

No one would be finding those bodies anytime soon. He had a buddy in Denver, Colorado who happened to be a cremator. It was only a couple hours over from Laramie. He and Colter had just gotten back from driving the bodies there.

Before Colter drove over to Dory's apartment next, both to check on her and to fill her in on everything, he'd dropped Russell off at your house so he could get his car. He hadn’t felt right about leaving you in the hospital by yourself, even if you did have your brother.

Not without saying goodbye, at least.

“You know, I need to ask his doctor a question about his post-op care,” you said, gesturing at Charlie. “Can you stay with him for a minute while I go find a nurse?”

“Sure,” Russell agreed. You smiled gratefully and touched his arm as you passed him.

When you were gone, it left a heavy silence in your wake. Russell looked over at Charlie’s sleeping form. Russell sighed and sunk down into the chair beside the bed. He rubbed his tired face with both hands.

Shit. Now that he thought about it, he could’ve just told Colter to bring Dory here. He pulled out his phone to call his sister, when a low groan caught his attention.

Aw geez. What kinda timing, Russell thought, as he realized Charlie was waking up. His eyes slowly slid open, brows furrowing at the bright lights above him, then at the man beside him.

“Hey, man,” Russell said. “You’re okay. You’re in the hospital.”

“Yeah, I figured,” Charlie said, with another groan as he tried to stretch his body. He found he couldn’t yet move his leg. As awareness blinked back into his eyes, he settled on Russell with resignation.

“Thank you,” he said. “What you did for me, for her…I sure as hell didn’t deserve it, but thank you for saving her.”

Russell shook his head. “No need. Just get better.”

“Yeah. The doc says in a few months, I’ll be able to learn how to walk again,” Charlie said.

Russell gave him a firmer look.

“No, I mean get better,” he said. “You know you nearly got your sister killed.”

Charlie’s gaze fell. His face tightened, but really, he couldn’t even be upset at the accusation. He knew it was true, and his guilt already threatened to consume him. He also knew he should be in jail for what he’d done, and what he’d facilitated for months. After what nearly happened in the past twenty-four hours, he wasn’t sure how you could ever forgive him.

“Look, I served too. I know what you’re going through, being back here,” Russell said. “It feels wrong and right, don’t it?”

After a beat, Charlie nodded. “What branch?”

“Special Ops. I hear you were a pilot, Captain.”

“Yeah, I was,” Charlie said, his eyes lowering. “Now…now I don’t know what I am.”

“You’re her brother,” Russell said. Both his tone and his gaze all but demanded that the other man look him in the eyes. “Not her father or her son, her brother. I know you’ve been struggling. But I think you already know what you need to do, and figure out who you’re gonna be today, tomorrow, and the next.”

Charlie took in those words, and tried not to chafe at them coming from a near stranger. He knew, deep down, that all of it was right.

You came in a moment later with two cups of coffee. You brightened with a gasp when you saw that Charlie was awake.

“Hey.” He found a smile for you. You gave Russell the coffee you’d brought for him, but you quickly set yours down on the rolling tray so you could sit beside your brother.

Russell stepped out to give you two some privacy. You thanked him again and watched him go. Then, you turned back to Charlie with a tearful smile.

“How’re you feeling?” you asked.

“Have I said how much I love morphine?” Charlie remarked.

You rolled your eyes and took his hand in yours. “Yeah, how can I forget your thing for hard drugs.”

That hit sharper than a mere joke. His eyes fell away from yours. You sighed and bit your lip.

“I’m sorry,” you said. Charlie shook his head and covered your hand with his.

“No, I’m sorry. For everything I’ve put you through. And I don’t just mean today,” he said. “I’m going to make it up to you.”

“All that matters is that you’re here, and you’re going to be fine,” you said. “I’ve already put together a list of what you’re going to need when we bring you home—”

Charlie stopped you with a squeeze of your hand.

“I’m not going home just yet,” he said.

“Well, no, not until they discharge you, but—”

Again, he gently cut you off. “You were right. I need treatment, and not just for this damn leg.”

He swept a hand through his hair and sighed.

“When they let me out of here, I’m going back to rehab,” he said. “After that, we’ll see.”

Tears stung in your eyes…but you nodded in relief. You held both of his hands then.

“You’re not doing this alone,” you told him. “I’ll be with you, every step.”

Charlie let out a self-deprecating chuckle. He felt he didn’t deserve that, but he smiled at you.

“I know. You’ll be nagging me in my head, even when you’re not there,” he said. You smirked and brushed his greasy hair away from his face.

“Damn straight,” you replied. “I’ve finally become Mom.”

Charlie shook his head in amusement, but he leveled you with a pointed finger.

“But for now, you need to go home and get some rest,” he said.

You reluctantly agreed with that too. After a full twenty-four hours without sleep, you realized that you were exhausted. You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I love you,” you said. “I’ll come back to see you tomorrow.”

“Good. Love you too,” said Charlie. His eyelids were starting to droop from the pain medication, but he forced himself to stay awake for a little while longer. He even helped you back onto your feet with a guiding hand on your back. “Wait, is someone staying with you tonight? I don’t want you to be alone.”

You grabbed up your purse. “Don’t worry. I think I’ve got that covered.”

Your brother quirked a suspicious smile at the look on your face. The one you tried to hide from him when you noticed his scrutiny.

“What, is it one of those guys who helped us?” he asked. “Is it the blonde one—Ken doll? Or the mountain man?”

Of course he knew their names, but he just wanted to mess with you. He could already see you getting flustered while you twisted the strap of your purse between your fingers and glanced at the door.

“What? No! Just go to sleep. Take advantage of the morphine while you’ve got it,” you said. “Don’t worry. I’ll call Dory.”

Charlie leveled you with a look. “Mhmm.”

He pulled the blanket higher on his chest and watched you leave. When the door swung open, he saw Russell leaning against the wall, waiting for you.

Charlie huffed. He should’ve known.

Okay, mountain man.

That was the last thought he had before he drifted off.

You left your brother’s room just about overwhelmed with a maelstrom of emotions. However, the moment you saw Russell waiting for you, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, it all distilled into one simple thing.

He met your gaze and started to smile.

You smiled back, and you went to him.

You reached up to frame his face with both hands, and you searched for something in his eyes. They were tinged with surprise, but he waited on you, wondering what you were about to do.

When you thought you found what you were looking for, you raised up on your toes and pressed your lips to his.

His hands unconsciously found your waist and held you to him. He met your lips in kind, and even deepened the connection. Your fingers slipped into his hair, lightly dragging your nails against his scalp. He hummed in pleasure.

When your lips eventually parted from his, it was still too soon, he thought. Russell stared down at you with a question in his eyes—one he couldn’t help voicing.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “Thank you for everything.”

Ah… Russell’s smile evened out and faded slightly.

So that was just a gesture of gratitude. He hoped you didn’t decide to thank Colter that way.

“You don’t need to thank me,” Russell said. “I’m glad Charlie’s all right.”

“No, I do need to. So thank you,” you said. Your hands drifted down his chest, plucking at the edge of his jacket.

“I don’t really want to be alone today, to be honest,” you admitted. “Would you…want to…keep me company for a while? You could rest up at my place.”

Russell’s brows raised. His lips curved.

“Well, sure. I could do that. Your couch seemed pretty comfortable,” he said.

“You don’t have to stay on the couch,” you replied.

And then, Russell finally read your meaning. He saw it in your eyes, staring up at him through your lashes.

Maybe that kiss was exactly what he thought it meant. His smile became more genuine.

“Well, okay,” he said eventually. He wrapped an arm around your waist. “Let’s get you home then.”

You leaned against his side and gave him a lazy salute. “Aye, aye, Captain.”

He shook his head. His smile deepened into a grin.

“You’re a little delirious, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Probably need some water,” you said with a giggle. “And God, I’m starving.”

Russell laid a gentle kiss to the side of your head that wasn’t bruised.

“All right, we’ll take care of that too,” he said.

“You know what I’m craving?” you asked. He looked down at you questioningly, and again he found your smile.

“Sriracha fries,” you said.

Russell busted out laughing at that. He fist-pumped the air with his free hand.

“Hell, yeah.”

For that, and much more, he would count today as a win.

AN: There we go! A nice fluffy finish for you. How did you like how Charlie's arc wrapped up, along with her reunion with Russell? 💜

But just wait. We're not quite done yet...

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He took in your hesitant face, then the pretty dress you had on. The color matched your eyes. Soulful eyes.

He smiled when you let him see them again.

“Can you see the bruises? I think I covered them up well enough,” you said. You turned to look at yourself in the mirror again, touching your jaw carefully.

Russell’s hand raised to find your cheek, earning your attention with wider eyes. His thumb swept across your skin as you started to blush.

“You’re beautiful,” he said with a smile. “Don’t you worry about that.”

Your face warmed further, despite your smile.

“Yeah, the makeup helps,” you quipped.

“I didn’t say anything about makeup,” he replied. Though he grinned and made a show of looking closer at your face. “Although, have your lashes always been that damn long?”

You laughed, but he didn’t let go of you.

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conretewings · 3 years ago

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See Me After Work🥃-Vander x Reader (nsfw)

-Just an unabashed, shameless one-shot with Vander and a fem reader because my goodness there is not nearly enough material for this absolute dilf. Will be NSFW so here's your last warning.

-The last notes of the last song of the final record of the night fizzled into static silence, leaving the sounds of you sweeping and up righting toppled chairs, the clinking of glasses and the squeak of a damp rag against the counter the only noise in the large barroom. You had no idea what time it was, but considering the remaining drunk stragglers had stumbled their way out, and occasionally into, the door a little while ago indicated it was sometime well past midnight.

Looking up, you see your long-time friend, but also more recently, your lover and part-time boss Vander busy wiping down the counters. His handsome features were set in an expression of peaceful concentration, and he had dropped his jacket over a chair, giving you a good show of his thick arms as he worked. You wished those arms were around you.

What started as being friends and then casual flirting had slowly turned into you caring deeper about and wanting to help him shoulder the burdens he carried-broad as they were he could only bear so much-and ended up with you in his bed...

Since then, your bond had grown, and it wasn't rare for you two to steal moments for a kiss, or if you had the time, even more. Sometimes, when no one was around and you were both particularly heated, a hidden corner table would suffice...where you'd straddle his lap as you breathlessly rode him, his hands glued to your thighs and groaning encouragements. You clench the broom handle thinking of this, as it had been a few days since you'd even seen him, and all this one you'd been craving him.

He tosses the rag over his shoulder and goes to reorganize the rows of mugs under the counter, when he spots you watching him and pauses.

"Yeah? Somethin' I can help you with?" he asks coolly with a half-smile.

'Oh, could you ever...' you think silently, before shaking your head and responding, "Just lost in thought."

He hums as he returns to his task, the tone indicating he knew there was more you weren't saying, and you turn away before he can see your flushed face. Vander steps away and finishing your sweeping, you empty the dustpan and go around behind the bar counter, putting them back...but before you can do anything else you hear heavy footsteps come up behind you.

You grin as Vander places his hands on the counter on either side of you, leaning in from behind to speak softly near your ear, "So...care to tell me more 'bout those thoughts, gorgeous?"

Unable to suppress the shudder up your spine from his warmth against your back and the low, seductive tambor of his voice you nonetheless keep your voice steady, "Oh, nothing really."

"Nothing, hm?" he slides his hands closer, setting them over yours and effectively 'trapping' you, not that you mind, "The way you've been lookin' at me all day? Brushing by me when you can? You think I didn't notice?" he plants a soft kiss right under your ear in that spot he knows you like, "Doesn't seem like nothing..."

This time you hiss in a breath, your already wound-up body reacting on it's own, but you're not quite willing to let him win just yet and sass him with, "I don't know what you're talking about..."

Abruptly Vander withdraws his hands, moving away from you a degree and shrugs, "Alright then. If you say so, I can just-"

With how hot you've been running, the sudden absence of his warmth hits too hard, and you let out a small groan, stepping backwards into him, to which he instantly wraps his arms around you and chuckles lowly, "Well well...nothing eh?"

"Alright fine," you relent, leaning your head back against his chest, "Maybe I've been missing you and was daydreaming about...things."

"What sort of things?" he teases, full well knowing as he glides his hands lower to your hips, pulling you into him more and you barely suppress another groan, "Go on, tell me, what do ya want?"

Damn him; he knew exactly how to get you riled up, which spots to touch and kiss you liked the most, how to make you melt and surrender-and you relished it.

Finally breaking, aching for him and certain if you didn't get some sort of release you'd burn into ashes, you tilt your head just enough to say, "You..."

"Mmm? Sorry I didn't catch that..." he almost purrs, his voice a low rumble against your ear, one hand brushing your hair aside to plant kisses on your neck and the other going to your belly and then waistband, slowly sliding it lower.

You grip the edge of the counter with a soft gasp as his fingers find your most sensitive spot and begin to rub gentle circles, your legs shifting as if on their own to give him better access and he murmurs, this time less playful and more gravelly, "Still waitin' love; what do you want?"

"Y-you! Vander I-!" you stutter without pretense and with full desire.

He grins wolfishly, "Good..." and next thing you know he uses the hand on your upper back to push you forward so you're bent over the bar counter. The other leaves your throbbing core, much to your dismay but you quickly tense at the sound of him hastily undoing his belt and pants before tugging your own downward-oh, so this was his plan.

You barely have time to dwell upon it, however, before feeling his already-stiff cock brush against your ass then your folds and you let out a lustful whimper at that sensation alone, turning your head enough to look at him. The intensity with which he gazes at you, the desire in those grey eyes and sheer need that seems to match your own nearly steals your breath and you bite your lip, nodding.

He mirrors your gesture, hands moving again to your hips and thighs as he presses himself into your entrance slowly; you're so slick from desire and his caress your pussy offers basically no resistance and this time you let out a full moan as he continues, gasping as he sheaths himself fully. He was, as could be surmised, quite large and taking him all in at first was a delicious challenge, one you happily accepted.

Your sounds make him tighten his grip on you and he manages a shuddering chuckle, his breath already heavier, "Have to admit, been thinkin' about this myself today-oh, darlin' ya feel so good..."

He trails off, pulling himself out almost entirely before filling you again and repeating, starting up a slow but deep and steady rhythm. You groan unashamedly and tilt your head back, your insides on fire and grip the counter with one hand, the other groping behind until you find his thigh and grasp on for additional leverage, to which he stutters out a sharp breath and picks up his pace a bit.

"That good? Ya like this?" he grunts, and you nod again quickly, adding a moan of, "Y-yes, ah Vander-! More..."

"More? You sure..?"

Oh, you are very sure; every thurst sends a shockwave through you and you're burning, longing for every bit of this. You push your ass back against him to make a point, shooting him a pleading look and he furrows his brow, letting out a low, feral growl that shoots goosebumps up your spine. He withdraws entirely, and you start to protest before he grasps your hips and spins you around, hoisting you to sit on the counters edge and you kick off your pants as he moves himself in between your legs again.

You shiver as he wraps one arm around you, the other grasping the counter and he leans in to rest his cheek against yours, beard scratchy but welcome, breath ragged in your ear and cock resting heavily against your aching slit, "Ready love?"

"Yes-gods yes," you pant, "Don't hold back..." You twist to press your lips to his, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He groans deeply, delving his tongue past your lips to entwine with yours; he tastes of tobacco and faintly sweet, spicy bourbon, a taste you always relish. Simultaneously he plunges himself more roughly into you, beginning to fuck you in earnest. You gasp, clinging to him in passionate delight, the rhythm of your bodies and breath moving together an intoxicating tango.

He grunts lowly in between quick breaths and murmuring praises into your neck or against your lips, "Ah, you-you're so good-ya feel like heaven darling-I love ya-"

It wasn't the first time he'd said it, but the words were still not something he tossed around lighty, and especially in this moment they made your heart soar and body ever more alight-and sensitive.

"I-I love you too-oh Vander-!" you manage to pant out, and feeling that sweet, coiling fire building in your abdomen, dig your fingers into his upper arms, "I-I'm, oh you're amazing please keep-yeah keep doing-!"

He shifts to press his forehead to yours and stares into your eyes, your very core, though his relentless pace against you doesn't change and he gruffly moans, "You gonna come? C'mon beautiful-gods you're beautiful-I want to feel it-wanna make you feel good-"

You're unable to tear your gaze away from his, so intense as it was you feel pulled into him as deeply as he's thrusting himself into you, the fierce yet loving intimacy mixing with the physical pleasure becoming too much and you feel your climax threatening to overtake you.

After what feels like far too short a time, you gasp out his name like a prayer, over and over as release washes over you in a powerful wave before he silences you with a deep kiss, his pace becoming erratic and groans changing in pitch. You cling to him when he suddenly stills, shaking as he pumps himself into you and buries his face in your neck with a series of long, primal moans as his own orgasm takes over.

The dizzying high has you both speechless save for your laboured breath, gradually returning to normal. He moves to touch his forehead to yours again, the gesture feeling even more tender now as he looks at you again and your stomach clenches with the sweetness of it.

"I...really mean it..." Vander murmurs softly, voice gravelly from exertion, and you needn't ask what he meant. You only reach a shaking hand up to cup his jaw, planting a slow, gentle kiss on his lips, the tiniest sigh rumbling in his throat. Disentangling yourselves, he swiftly fixes his pants and helps you with yours before asking if you need anything as he rubs gentle circles on your back.

"I'm fine, more than alright," you chuckle and he does too a little, "The only thing I need is a nap..."

"I can help ya with that, love..." he says, before scooping you into his arms where you laugh breezily and wind your arms around his neck. He carries you to his room where he kicks the door shut and his boots off. Setting you down on the bed, you remove your own boots before he flops down and pulls you into a warm embrace.

"Can I..." you start, before pausing; was it too soon?

"Can you what?"

"....Stay here with you tonight? The whole night?"

He's quiet, and for a moment you wonder if you said something wrong, before noticing he seems to be dozing off.

Still he smirks, voice a low mumble, "It's late...course you can stay..." he pulls you a little tighter into him, his large, very warm body spooning yours, "Besides, you feel like you belong here pretty well..."

Your heart swells and you sigh contentedly, wrapping your arms around his and settling into the old, creaky mattress, which right now and with whom you were snuggling, felt like the most wonderful, perfect place in the whole world...

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tiptapricot · 2 years ago

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hopefully the emojis dont format weird but for romero 🍩 🍰 and for jackson 🍪🥃 -cas

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Romero (read ab this character here!)

🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?

Finding the line is hard for Romero, because he’s not exactly moral in the same way humans are. Which doesn’t mean he’s evil, he’s just divorced from humanity and so doesn’t think in exactly the same ways when it comes to natural laws of good and bad. But I think he still lines up with a lot of things. The main thing for him is people destroying beautiful things, things that make people happy, or ruining a good existence. But what ends up counting as that varies from case to case, and he can often be unpredictable in the things that make him angry, in the people he ends up hating.

So for one example: he’d find it unforgivable to burn or destroy books and literature, especially in a protected space like a home or monument or holy place, because that is something you can’t get back, that is someone’s history and creativity and escape.

🍩: What's a crime your OC is most likely to commit? What's a crime they're most likely to get arrested for?

Murder. And he does so pretty often because his husband is a partial vampire. As with the above, taking a life for him varies heavily depending on context, and he doesn’t like taking innocent lives but will if it’s necessary. It’s a messy, contradictory thing, but Antez will always come above humans for him. Arrest wise, probably something more tame like stealing, or getting into a fight outside of a bar. He’s not in a place to get arrested much though, since he doesn’t go into many towns.

Jack (read about this character here!)

🍪: What is something that's sentimental to you OC?

Jack overlooked a group of younger vampires for a few centuries earlier on, creating a strong found family that helped to take care of each other and fill the lack of companionship many of them were experiencing, either as humans or as recently turned vampires. But a group of hunters ambushed the household in the early 1800s and destroyed things, leaving only Jack and another vampire, Faustus, remaining. I think Jack’s held onto things from that family. Pictures, crafts, jewelry different members used to wear, shoes and belt buckles. It’s a sad memorial of pieces of people long lost, but he keeps their memories alive when he tells the stories of the things he’s kept, even if that happens infrequently. He’s still healing from what happened and it takes energy to dig those feelings up again. But the bits are there, scattered between boxes and old files, waiting to give up their memories.

🥃: If your OC was in this universe, what would be their favourite show/book/band/social media platform?

(Won’t be giving too many specific media examples because I honestly don’t know enough that would fit bUt)

Jack is technically in this universe, just in the 80s and where monsters exist, and I think he’s a big fan of long running comedy or drama shows, stuff with a laugh track or that gets constant reruns. Even in modern day he’d have a VHS player and stuff he’s taped in the past. He’ll occasionally watch horror, but they really just end up as satire for him, and he doesn’t have many strong opinions. He thinks they’re funny and fun and that’s about it.

Book wise I think he gravitates towards nonfiction/history, and philosophical realistic fiction. He enjoys taking in peoples experiences and viewpoints, thoughts on life and existence that have grown over time, or logs of events he didn’t get to experience firsthand. He finds reality more interesting than fantasy most times, and since he’s more of an audiovisual guy with other media, when he reads that’s what he’ll go for.

Band wise he has an extremely eclectic taste and wouldn’t have a singular favorite band (besides the fictional one his kids do). His Spotify wrapped or YouTube review or whatever would be a hodge podge of classical and techno and jazz and hyperpop and rap and opera etc. because he listens to as much as he can, samples sounds as often as possible. His main base is rock and jazz, but he’s always so fascinated by what people do with sounds that he has something good to say about everything. Would not know the names of all the artists after a certain point though, would know people he listens to again, but would cycle through things enough he’d know a ton of songs and none of who made them.

Social media wise, I don’t think he’d use it. He prefers socializing in person, and besides maybe the occasional email or something he wouldn’t interact on them much. Might download YouTube or Instagram if his kids make posts there so he can spread stuff and support them, and may make an account for his music shop if one of them encourages him to, but posts would be sporadic and non-detailed, and he wouldn’t follow anyone.

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Picture of Romero by spicyboelives (tumblr, ig), picture of Jack by Danny Cragg (tumblr)

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aight have a 'jeeg is alone and busy with draining a whiskey bottle' headcanon situation thing. i'll try to keep this from getting too dark. or heavy. because my headcanons tend to go there. if you feel like this got too heavy, feel free to trash this ask.

so i dunno how was your experience with alcohol, or if you ever had one. but alcohol doesn't drown out the pain, it just. makes you not care, it removes the filters, it snuffs out the reasonable, thinking parts of you. it robs you of your defenses, it allows every single repressed thought to bubble up to the surface and forces you to face it.

now how does this apply to jigen. well. i like to thing he has Issues™️. we've all seen his exes. there's a pattern. and it's not a good one (look at crazy mash, for example). so imagine one night, nothing is happening, lupin is gone for whatever reason (laying low, out to get groceries, chaisng tail, etc.) and jigen is alone with his thoughts and a bottle of whiskey, 40% abv, just like any other whiskey. many people drink out of boredom, but i don't think jigen does that, i think he respects the alcohol as an object, something of value. he pours himself a shot, just like any other night. for him it's a ritual, he does it because he doesn't feel right without it (behold, a functional alcoholic. mostly functional.)

But the more he drinks, the more he relaxes, loosens up, allows the Thoughts™️ to trickle back. he starts reminiscing about things he'd rather not remember. so he drinks more. maybe he spirals, maybe he doesn't, but his thought process gets really, really negative and he no longer drinks for the enjoyment of it. at its core, alcohol is a poison. jigen keeps pouring himself shot after shot, at some point when his coordination leaves the building, he decides to drink straight out of the bottle. he's hurting, and it just doesn't stop, so he keeps going and going, knowing very well he's past his limit but the thoughts are still there and it hurts and it just doesn't stop. he pretty much gives himself alcohol poisoning over the course of the night, having drank a bit over a bottle of whiskey. maybe he threw a beer or two into the mix. or he found another bottle and went with that. anyway he doesn't have a good time. his body had enough of his bs, he drags himself into the bathroom, lets everything run its course, he crawls to bed and falls asleep within minutes, as opposed to the usual hours.

and the hangover he got from this, oh man. he swears he'll quit, but deep down, he knows he won't. such is the vicious cycle. he pretty much spends the day in bed or in the shower, eating foods he knows are safe. 'safe' as in 'will not cause me to vomit uncontrollably because i fucked up my stomach last night'. headache/feeling of rubber bands around his skull, light sensitivity, touch sensitivity, he got the usual going on. his hat spares him of even greater suffering. And all this could've been avoided if he drank water along with the liquor.

man alcoholism is my jam, i could go on and on about it. doubly so because i see small things in jeeg that make me go 👀, but not necessarily in a good way. he shows The Patterns™️ imo.

- 🥃🚬

oh yeah he is definitely a (barely) functioning alcoholic

i think lupin is secretly really worried about it but doesnt wanna bring it up bc like. jigen knows he has a problem, he doesnt need to be told that he does

#also to answer that first bit; i turned 18 only a few months ago so i am a tiny baby boy with very little alcohol experience #but thanks to peer pressure(tm) ive drank a good bit before #im more experienced with weed when it comes to substance use tbh HJGH #but anyway yes i love these hcs keep em coming pleasee #//txt #//inbx #//scnro #//hcs #jigen

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sapphireginger · 2 years ago

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Title: This is What You Deserve

Pairing/Characters: Stosy [Stiles Stilinski + Persephone]

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Tags/Warnings:

Murder Blood Torture Dark Character Cutting Character Death Implied/Reference Terrorism

Word Count: 4,821

Bingo Square: @anyfandomdarkbingo - Square: Symphorophilia

Summary:

New York City, New York - 1947

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As she approached their table, he wondered if she was going to ask about Jayme. He kind of hoped she did. He would take great pleasure in telling her exactly what happened to him if she asked.

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It was time to intervene and Mieszko spoke quickly, interrupting his floozy of an ex. He kept a detached calm demeanor while doing so. “Sash? Don’t.”

“It’s a nickname that—”

Persephone glared at Sasha and quirked a brow at Mieszko as if to inquire why he was putting up with this. He shook his head. “Don’t, Posy. It’s okay.”

Sasha rolled her eyes and then got an evil glint in her eye. “Well, what about his puzzle piece?” she purred. “Is it satisfactory?”

Nothing was ever good enough for Sasha. She always wanted more.

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It was so tempting to lash out, but his mother raised him better than that.

Apparently, Sasha didn't appreciate his lack of response and asked him if he wasn't saying anything because he was afraid of little ol’ her.

Sasha looked furious and turned towards Posy, trying to regain the ground she lost when she flinched.

“Why you little—” Sasha started but cut off with an indignant squawk when her arms were seized.

Two men came forward with a pair of handcuffs, their badges gleaming in the light. Mieszko smirked at them, throwing them a wink and a nod as they dragged Sasha out into the night.

When he and Posy left, they nodded at the sheriff who nodded back. Mieszko and the man had an understanding. Both Mieszko and Persephone ignored the cries and anger of his ex as she was taken away.

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"Tha epistrépso sýntoma, agápi mou," he whispered, his lips brushing against her temple.

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She looks like she’s trying to speak and Mieszko softens his eyes only slightly to encourage her.

At that she finally managed to speak. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry. Please I—”

“B-Betraying you by sleeping with Jayme,” she panted out, hyperaware of the blade but her eyes never left his face.

He nodded and just when she looked relieved, he nicked her cheek. She gasped in surprise, choking on a sharp inhale. The pain took a moment to comprehend.

There was no time for her to beg as he cut her throat.

As she slowly bled, the crimson river beautifully pairing with her dress, he repeated his displeasure and disappointment.

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When he was finished with his verbal assault, she was a mess of blood, sweat and tears. She was limp now and barely breathing.

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” he said.

“Kill me, baby? Please!” she begged as best she could.

“Shh,” he cooed at her. “I will. I promise. Tell me why, sweet thing. Why do you need to die?”

With a cough that was more of an exhale, she met his gaze. “It’s what I deserve. Please, baby? Please?”

Mieszko smiled at her. It was not a nice smile. The look she gave him in response though was one of the utmost pure unadulterated devotion and adoration as if she was staring at her salvation.

It was too bad she didn’t show such adoration and devotion before. He would have given her anything she asked for. He would have given her everything.

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“Clean it up!” he barked at the man in the shadows, a man who had been watching the entire scene with fear coursing through him.

With a gulp as he fought to swallow the bile rising in his throat, the man stepped forward and was shoved to his knees.

Mieszko watched the man cleaning and smiled cruelly. “Good boy, Jayme.”

Jayme and Sasha’s bodies vanished but no one gave a damn. Not that anyone knew about either. It was known they were sleeping together and Mieszko would of course be proven innocent. Obviously.

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When he didn't say anything, she joined him and when he didn’t object, she washed his body with his favorite soap. Not that she knew it was his favorite.

Persephone didn't speak, and it was as if she knew what he had done, what he did and what he will do again.

As his eyes slipped shut, relishing the feeling of her fingers in his hair, he refused to tell her. Something told him it was completely unnecessary.

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