#richie gecko fanfic

[torturedpoetskywalker]

being a gecko is not that bad

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200 wc, From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series, Kate Fuller/Richard Gecko/Seth Gecko, Polyamorous Relationship, Post-Finale, for @polyamships, part 11 of Multiamory March 2023

Summary: Kate never imagined one day she would end up doing bad things with bad boys. But she did once thought she'd pretty much like doing really bad things with Richie and Seth Gecko.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Goodbye My Lover

Part Four

Other Parts | Part One | Part Two | Part Three

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Pairing | Richie Gecko x reader

Summary | it is revealed why you are wishing to reign the throne, and be the queen of your kind. And Richie begins to endure an old, and terrifying habit, of seeing monsters all around him.

Warnings | mentions of death, violence, threatening

“You’re dying.” Santanico speculated, staring observantly up at you as you stood above her. She wasn’t sure whether to be relieved, given the situation, or worried, for it seemed to be prompting your power hungry actions.

The pair of you had never been close, considering the influence and change that she held over Richie’s head, but despite everything, the two of you had always stood on even ground. However, she could determine that the tides had changed, and that the woman that you had whence been was gone.

“Not dying.” It was a snap in her direction, a premise for forbidding her from knowing that she was practically correct. “Becoming. When Amaru was gone, the human side of me disappeared too, leaving only my body and a thirst to collapse all empires around me. The day I died, I found my purpose.”

“Bullshit.” Santanico stated, glaring up at you as you prowled frustratedly around her. “That is just what you told yourself so that it doesn’t pain your conscience. You are dying, and this time, you are not okay with that.”

“It has nothing to do with you, snake!” You hissed at her, your eyes piercing yellow as you stride towards her. “The only way you are involved, is for the throne.” Without ease, you gripped her neck, lifting her efficiently off from the ground. “And if you hadn’t noticed, your people aren’t protecting you; they’re watching me treat you like prey.”

“Y/n...” she choked, her nails scrambling against your hand for some mercy. In return to her vulnerability, you raised a printing brow at her attempts of bargaining, causing her expression to fall flat. “Take it...” to her dismay, she caved, and within an instant, she was dropped.

“I’m glad that we could clear that up, Kisa.” A wild smirk partook placement upon your face, and with little care, you left, the monsters and men trailing behind you, some of the weaker remaining behind, for they remained loyal to the fallen queen.

But she was no longer the prodigy of royalty, for she had given that title up. Santanico raised her hand to her neck, feeling the skin be charred and burned. There was something very off with you, and it had a tell, that was now all resembled upon her skin. You weren’t just a cullebra, there was something else going on.

Richie opened his eyes, seeing the terror taunting him once more. Nobody understood his fear of the distorted faces; they didn’t exist to them. But they waged a nightmare upon him, even to this day.

“Seth,” Kate called to his brother, noticing how he cowered so protectively in the corner of the motel room. They were all supposed to be leaving, and tracking down wherever the alive ally that they thought had been dead had disappeared off to.

The eldest of the two Geckos frowned, calling out the name of his brother with a worried frown. However, his verbal intrusion served no purpose, Richie was locked and focused on whatever was occupying and terrifying his ample mind.

The monsters had him trapped, but as he reeled his mind off for reasons for why they had returned, Richie could only conclude the cause to one thing. Your return.

It felt like a relief to know that you were alive, and not dust in his past. However, you were no longer an image of the woman that he loved, and it appeared that you didn’t have a return of that emotion either. And it killed him; he felt immensely heartbroken; almost forgotten.

“Richie.” He frowned, hearing your voice reach his ears in a sultry whisper. His face contorted into a frown, watching with wide eyes as you stepped through the entourage of monsters that was keeping him uncollected and half rabid. You looked beautiful; like an enchantress that was trying to seduce him.

Although, he knew that this image of you was a false wall. If you were actually speaking with him, you wouldn’t be here. “Y/n.” He spoke your name, it falling like a contradicting blessing and curse from his pale lips. But the look in your eyes told him otherwise.

“Don’t you wish that I was her?” Nonchalantly, you shook your head, disappointed by your naivety. “Well, I hate to dismiss all your crappy hopes and dreams, but I’m not. You can call me Lilith.”

Seth looked away from Richie, transfixing his gaze towards his phone for a moment, seeing an unknown number calling him. Cautiously, the human answered, bringing the phone to his ear, whilst Kate continued to helplessly view Richie in his personal panic.

“Hello?”

“Seth.” It was Santanico, and the woman had much to say, a lot of which none of them were sure to like.

[angelaiswriting]

Tease | Richie Gecko x fem!reader

✏️ Pairing: Richie Gecko x fem!reader

✏️ Summary: in which Richie Gecko is a big tease (but at least makes you cum).

✏️ A/N: I was challenged to write a smut in 1k words or less and boy, was it hard! You know who you are: enjoy 😈

✏️ Warnings: 18+ ONLY (fingering + oral f/r; mentions of blood)

✏️ Word-count: 1,041

She can barely see straight with his hand wrapped around her throat – not tight enough to leave her breathless, but definitely enough to shift the main focus of her attention to the throbbing between her legs. There’s only confused mumbling dropping from her lips as Richie slowly crawls down her body, hand still in place and mouth kissing and suckling her burning skin. Her breasts, her nipples, her collarbones – but she swears she can feel him everywhere.

“Richie, don’t tease.” It’s a soft whine, and it makes him smile against her skin.

The kiss he leaves on her inner thigh when both of his hands come to rest on the back of her knees is hot and wet, and his teeth lightly scraping her flesh make her groan deep in her throat, almost down there, in her belly. His kisses and licks move down her thigh, away from where he knows she wants him. And she desperately wants his mouth on her, so much so that her brain has stopped working and her eyes can’t keep open as she rakes her fingers through his hair. It’s still wet from when he stood outside in the rain in an attempt to get some of the blood still on him washed out from his clothes and somehow, the realization tears another moan from the very center of her being.

“Richie, please.” There’s a tug in his loins every time she begs, for if there’s one thing he’s learned about her, it’s that she’s not one who begs easily. That always changes in the bedroom, though, for he knows how to play her, how to press the right buttons to get the blood buzzing in her veins as she tries her damndest to not jump his bones.

His tongue comes out to lavish the skin of her inner thigh and he moves upward again, one sloppy kiss at a time. He chuckles against her when her fingers get insistent in his hair, tug at the strands to prompt him to just, do something. “Patience,” he groans, forefinger sliding in between her folds and teasing first downward, then upward to her clit.

The fact that he wouldn’t be able to be as patient as he wants her to be now is enough to rile him up that tad bit more, to grind his hips into the mattress as he grows harder in the pants of his suit.

When she huffs out in surrender, he leans in and suckles a kiss right above her hip bone, his finger pushing into her to the first knuckle – Richie Gecko is not done with his teasing yet. His fingers tease her, collect her wetness and spread it around and even though he just wants to dive in and have a taste of her, he also wants her as riled up as she always gets him.

He’s straining in his pants and by the time he has two fingers lazily pumping into her, their pads dragging along the front wall of her vagina – all the way down and then back up again, her walls almost fluttering around them –, he’s taken his glasses off and is suckling on her clit. There are light traces of blood when he looks up at her – across her left boob and down the left side of her belly from where her skin dragged along his blood-stained shirt. It’s somehow the most erotic thing he’s ever seen, or so it feels in the moment, as he withdraws his fingers and replaces them with his tongue. It dips into her and licks upward, and the taste and smell of her arousal makes his head spin.

“Richie.” It’s breathless and faint, and if he wasn’t a culebra, he most likely wouldn’t have been able to pick it up.

She tenses up as he brings her closer to her orgasm and her nails scrape down his scalp as she tries to push him down closer to her and her hips tilt upward, almost trying to erase any distance between them. It gets him to go deeper and as he keeps on eating her out, his right index and middle fingers make their way inside her once again.

“Richie what?” he breathes against her abdomen, lips wet and sticky against her skin.

His thumb takes his mouth’s place on her clit and she whimpers when it starts drawing lazy circles on it.

She’s too breathless to answer and as he kisses up her body, her heartbeat seems to drum right underneath her skin and against his lips.

“There’s blood on you,” he points out, voice low and almost a growl, as his open-mouthed kisses move over the left side of her body

She inhales sharply, almost as if she wants to complain or reply – or just tell him to shut up and start. doing. something. Anything, really, she’s too far gone in her own pleasure already as his cold and wet clothes pressing against her skin make goosebumps wash over her.

Her back arches off the mattress when his fingers brush over that sweet spot inside her and he quickens his pace, adds a third finger inside her to stretch her out a bit more. Her hands wrap the bedsheets into fists when she breathes out his name one more time.

The storm thunders outside when his lips move up her neck, teeth not-so-gently scraping her skin before he sucks on her pulse point. She whines deep in her throat then, high-pitched and drawled out, a heartbeat before she comes hard on his hand. It’s noisy and messy, and he grinds his clad erection against her thigh as she releases her orgasm against him and onto the ruined sheets below.

His fingers draw her pleasure out, make it last as long as he can manage, and he keeps that game of lazy kissing up until she’s breathing normally again and her hands, albeit still trembling, move up his arms and press into the muscles of his back.

“Again,” he whispers against her lips and he smiles when her eyes shoot open to stare up at him.

“Richie, no.”

But her plea is weak, and he grins when he corrects her. “Oh, Richie, yes.”

This has not been properly re-read yet

I’m used to writing verbose sex, so I hope this was hot enough! Lol. As always, feedback is welcome x

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[tuntematonkorppi]

 everywhere at the end of time, part I - 2

“I’ve seen what Seth becomes when you’re not around,” she says. He seems to stiffen next to her. “Besides, I have enough blood on my hands without adding you to the list.”

“It wasn’t you.”

“It feels like it was me. I could see everything. Feel everything. I remember every single person she killed. Even now, I look at my hands and I can’t be certain that I’m in control.”

“Yeah. I know the feeling.”

“Does it ever go away?”

[sometimes-i-am-lola]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kate Fuller/Seth Gecko, Kate Fuller & Seth Gecko, Kate Fuller & Richard Gecko Characters: Kate Fuller, Seth Gecko, Richard Gecko, scott fuller mentioned, freddie gonzalez mentioned Additional Tags: Drabble, Drabble Collection, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, One Shot, Eventual Romance, Fluff Summary:

This will be a series of drabbles, just whatever I have sitting in my WIP folders and whatever else I might come up with.

[dreamspinksworld]

+ uma história do wattpad se vocês quiserem ler. É com o Joseph e o Zane. (dj cotrona e Zane holtz)♡♡♡

🔥Pequena Perversa🔥

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[alixxxxcat21]

Amor Culebras: Blood Pt.1

*I do not own the characters and thus this is a work of fiction*

After the explosion we all peeked over the table we were hiding behind. Now, I noticed the dead people from earlier were either more dead or were impaled by the stakes. Making this almost foolproof plan slightly harder. I wasn’t expecting the dead to turn into the enemy. However, the stake bomb slowed them down considerably. They were crawling slowly towards us which made killing them easier by far.

The original three were still intact. Not an ideal result, but the stake did impale them, just not in the place that would kill them. Daddy full went to into rage mode since now he was down to one child. Kate tried to get a hold him but she wasn’t even able to get close. I shifted my focus to the one currently crawling towards me. I went for the stake and stomped it further into its chest. I wasn’t sure I hit the heart. A few seconds later it hissed weakly and disintegrated into dust. P

Daddy Fuller was being pinned by one of the girls as I turned back to Kate. Only I didn’t see her. I whipped around and saw her standing behind the snake girl with an electric saw in her hands. I froze, not sure what to do. I didn’t think Kate knew how to use it or if she could stomach using it. That’s she pulled the chain and it started up. I smiled, the worst time to smile, but Kate looked ready. So, I had a pseudo-proud mom moment. It only lasted a few seconds, because she cut through snake lady and then I noticed the biker chick turned snake thing crawling in her direction. Saw Richie’s knife and grabbed it off the floor. I wasn’t even sure if I was aiming in the right area but I went over and stabbed her in the back closest to where the heart should be. The ear-shattering cry let me know that I hit the right spot. I looked up and saw the look on Riches’ face.

Daddy Fuller was checking on Kate. She looked horrified and confused. They both turned and look at me. I just nodded so that I didn’t get distracted by Richie. Seth and Richie both walked up to where we were. Having taken care of the bartender dude they looked super tired. Richie put his hand out and looked at me. I handed him the knife. I figured that’s what he wanted. I guessed right. He seemed a little infatuated with it for a second.

“Thank you,” he said.

He looked at me with a quick smile. I rolled my eyes. I wanted to take a very long shower with any form of acid that would get rid of the skin cells that he touched; just the crazy parts. All of the rest of him that’s wasn’t crazy was fine.

I felt like someone was watching this and suddenly noticed Santanico standing behind Richie and Seth. I guess my facial expression gave them an indication that someone was behind them and they both turned around.

“You can’t leave, Richard,” she said. “Not yet.”

I wanted with all of my being for her to just not exist in real life. However, considering this was actually happening I was more concerned about how exactly she needed him. And what for? He was a bank robber and apparently a safecracker. She was a demon/snake/vampire thing with a strip bar. I was confused about what she could possibly need him for.

She started on her speech and it was really convincing and Richie was doing his best to say no to her, but I seriously doubted this “lady” was going to take no for an answer.

“I’m in your soul Richard,” I heard her say.

I looked at Seth. The level terrified and pissed that he was couldn’t have been more apparent.

“I asked you to trust me, but I didn’t tell you what was coming,” she said.

I seriously wanted to interject, but I remember what happened the last time someone tried to interrupt this conversation.

“I wanted to show you who I was. The world is much more complicated than you know,” she said.

Richie seemed to have a really hard time with this.

“Richie, listen to me. Don’t listen to this. Don’t listen to this!” Seth said.

Now he decided to speak up. This whole time I was wondering what was the point of getting her for Seth. I was so lady obsessed with Richie that I forgot that they both wanted to come here for different reasons. Richie was still listening to Santanico and it looked like Seth had other ideas.

He was reaching for the stake on the table less than a foot to his right.

“Something’s coming,” she said.

���Let them go,” Richie said.

That’s when I heard a shot ring out. Richie’s body jerked forward and I looked back to see the Ranger, surprisingly, in one piece. With a gunpoint directly at Richie. I looked back at Richie and saw the large red spot on his upper chest. He staggered and fell forward. The blood was all over Santanico’s face and she shifted, mad as all hell. Richie dropped the knife and she pushed Seth hard sending him into the Ranger not far behind him. And they both slid and hit the wall.

I moved back because the only thing between Santanico and the rest of us was me. There was literally no way I was going to even try to deal with that. I looked back at her as she steps back and grabbed Richie pulling him into the back and the metal grate closing behind her. Seth yelled for Richie. Like calling after him was going to change anything.

Seth picked up the very bloody and not snake/vampire Ranger. And pushed him into the bar. Now, considering what happened the last time these tried to resolve anything I knew it would come to blows and 0 talking. I was going to attempt help. Then Daddy Fuller put a shotgun to Seth’s head.

“Whoa, let’s all just relax and put all weapons down,” I announced.

“He didn’t die, he lived,” Kate pointed out. “He might know something.”

“I know a way out, but you're too stupid to listen,” he said pointedly.

“This guy thinks he’s Dirty Harry. That’s good because you’re are going to die bloody,” said Seth.

I was about to say something. However, I refrained because Daddy Fuller was pointing out how it was Seth’s fault Scott was now missing and/or dead.

“I second that,” I piped up. “Now, the Mexican standoff isn’t working. So, why don’t we ask the Ranger what hole he popped out of. Before we all become lunch.”

Daddy Fuller seemed to all of sudden remember I existed again. And turned around to look at me. I looked him back. He nodded and went back to poking Seth in the head with the shotgun.

“By your scripture, you raise that blade, I can splatter that melon of yours all over the room,” said Daddy Fuller.

Seth turned back while turning the Rangers head.

“You see this?! Huh! Looks like this little piggy already had a close encounter,” said Seth.

“I’m fine, there’s nothing wrong with me,” said the Ranger.

“Nothing was wrong with those bikers, either, until they got up and started chomping,” said Seth.

“I know a way out, it’s down that trap door over there through a hole,” said the Ranger.

It sounded like a last-ditch effort to keep himself alive. Not that I blamed him. I was basically doing the same with the deal I made with Richie. I wasn’t even sure that was still a legit deal.

“Down to where?” Asked Daddy Fuller.

“It’s a grinder...for flesh,” said the Ranger. “Get past, there might be an exit.”

“Thanks for the tip, but it’s the end of the line for you,” said Seth.

“Leaving him behind is like pulling the trigger. I say we vote on it,” said Daddy Fuller.

I hadn’t considered voting a thing as of now, but killing anyone at this moment would defeat the purpose of making it out of here. Strength in numbers.

“Does this look like a parish hall to you?” Seth shouted.”Huh?”

“All in favor of leaving the Ranger, raise your hand!” Daddy Fuller shouted.

Seth was first to raise his hand not that that surprised me. Kate, however, did next. He father shifted back and looked at her.

“Sorry, daddy, but you saw what happened to those bikers, he could turn on us,” she said.

Kate was a good girl she was just scared. Logically she definitely made the right choice. Morally however I could tell she didn’t want to leave him behind. Seth and the Ranger looked at the Professor.

“Professor?” the Ranger said.

He raised the wooden stake, in favor.

“Come on man, give me a break,” he said.

“I’m sorry, sheriff. It’s purely academic,” he said.

“What about you, Precious?” asked Seth.

“I’m not deciding. I’m neutral,” I said.

Seth seemed rather surprised and so did everyone else. I just shrugged and went into a crouch position. The alcohol to adrenaline ratio was resetting back to alcohol winning. Seth pulled the ranger off the bar and tied him to a pole on the bar.

“This ain’t over,” said the Ranger.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it is,” said Seth.

[lye-tea]

Gunslinger Monks for Hire Ch I [Seth/Kate/Richie]

Title: Gunslinger Monks for Hire Pairing: Seth Gecko/Kate Fuller/Richard Gecko Fandom: From Dawn Till Dusk: The Series Genre: Drama, Crime, Smut Rating: NC-17 Chapter: I. Mr. Gecko (the Elder) vs. the Nuance to Patience 

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AO3  ||   FF

[fanaticimagines]

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“Wow, you should make those tighter.” You said sarcastically as one of the infamous Gecko brothers restrained your hands behind your back with handcuffs.

“Wouldn’t want you runnin’ back to the Big Kahuna and blowin’ up our operation, now would we?” He stepped back into view and looked down at me on the floor.

“Now,” He huffed “Are you gonna tell me who you’re working for and what the hell you’re doing here or are we gonna have one of those difficult situations on our hands?”

He tried to make his muscular frame look more menacing but you had seen worse and had a lot worse things to fear.

“Not to brag or anything but I kind of have a reputation for being a difficult situation.” you smirked and waited for his reaction, ready for anything he was about to hit you with.

“Fair enough” He left the room and came back a few minutes with another guy. By the matching suit you guessed he was the second half of Los Hermanos Gecko.

He was taller than his brother and had cobalt blue eyes behind thick ass glasses. He didn’t say a word as he knelt down and looked you square in the eyes.

“Last chance, because I’m gonna enjoy this.” He said, raising his eyebrows.

You rolled your eyes and blew a strand of hair out of your face, daring him to try his worst.

“Fine by me” He stood up and pulled you up with him.He lifted his hand and a matching blue formed in the middle of his palm.

 At this point you could admit you were a little freaked out. He pressed his hand to your forehead and waited. You looked at him confused and a little disgusted.After a minute or two of this strange position, he retracted his hand.

“What the hell!?” He looked at his hand to do what what you assumed was make sure he still had his eye, “WHAT THE HELL!?” 

From where you were standing you could see that eyeball in his hand was turned completely white and then faded to blue, exactly as it was before. The eye closed and his hand was back to normal. He looked to his brother, who was equally confused.

“Sex machine.” They said in unison.They both left the room and left you more uneasy than ever. 

After a half an hour of waiting you contemplated digging out the bobby pin you kept in your shoe for sticky situations like these(not that you got caught on purpose), but you decided against it because it would be worse to return empty handed than to come back late. 

The door opened and the brothers were back with an older guy with blonde hair.“Well nice to meet to meet you, sweet cheeks. I’m professor Tanner, but my friends and lovers call me sex machine.”He said in a slow southern accent. He shot you a creepy smile.

You gave him a disgusted look “Ew.”

He rolled his eyes and walked up to you. He grabbed your right arm and slid your sleeve up, eyeing your eye shaped birthmark on your forearm. 

“There it is,” he whispered “Richie, come try again” 

The taller of the gecko brothers walked over and lifted his hand and the eye opened up again. He was about to press it to your forehead but the professor stopped him.

“Not there,” He said “Here” he pointed to your arm.

As soon as Richie grabbed your arm a hundred different visions flashed through your head that you couldn’t make sense of until they were over. All the information you were looking for initially was there, but you were too shocked to make a run for it.

“What the hell was that?” The brothers asked in unison. The professor ignored their curiosity and dug into the satchel he had brought with him.

“Eyes find eyes.” He said quietly as he pulled out a scrap of paper that looked like it was older than everyone in the room put together…times two.

He lifted it so everyone could see. There was a picture of a constellation that made up what could vaguely be identified as two identical eyes in the stars.

“You two are a team, you’re supposed to be here, together.”

“Bullshit.” You and Richie said at the same time.

“It’s literally written in the stars.” Sex machine goes on “You two together it’s..destiny. The prophecy foretells so much power, no one could touch you.”He looked back and forth at us, waiting for a reaction. 

You sighed “does that mean these can come off now?” you held up your handcuff-clad wrists.

The last thing you remembered was that you were leaving the warehouse after you and Richard decided partnering up was ridiculous(more him than you), when the truck next to you moved into your lane and ran you off the road. Your car was on its side and  you were absolutely sure that one of your legs was broken. You slid open the sunroof and pulled yourself out.

“It can’t be that hard to find a whole car!” You heard in the distance, along with about four pairs footsteps. “We cant let the Geckos find her first!”

You looked around to see if anyone was or for somewhere to hide but there was nothing but trees. Two arms reached around and lifted you up. You contemplated screaming, but that might’ve brought the rest of them to where you were. You kicked at whoever it was with your good leg and they dropped you and you hit the ground with your bad one. You couldn’t help but let out a painful scream. 

“Shh.” He covered your mouth and walked into your eye line

“Richie!? what the hell are you doing?” You whisper yelled

“I thought about it and I figured it was worth it. We’re better together.”

He held up his palm and the eye opened again. He touched it to your arm. This time, instead of images flashing, your leg snapped back into place. you held back your scream as best you could as your leg quickly healed. 

You carefully stood up,���Good as new. How did you know to do that?”

“I don’t know I just… did.” He shrugged.

You and Richie looked at each other, both knowing you were ready to start a new partnership…and kick some opposing culebra ass.

[slashersrus]

From Dusk Till Dawn - Octavia Gecko Part 1

Seth and Richie Gecko enlist the help of their sister Octavia Gecko to rob a bank, having no idea of the journey ahead of them.

"Are you sure this is the place?" The younger Gecko drawled as he took in the sight in front of him.

They were standing in front of a massive abandoned warehouse. Two big, black, rusty doors just barely on their hinges as the only available entrance stood tall before them and fogged rectangular windows, some smashed and some bordered up. They could hear a thump of music and loud voices coming from inside.

"This is the address he gave me. Come on." Seth muttered as he strode forward towards the doors, clearly having doubts about the place but pushing them aside and focusing on why they were there.

Richie sighed but followed anyway. The noise growing louder the more they approached until they were finally at their destination and without another word Seth pushed the doors open and strode in, Richie not far behind.

Both Geckos froze as they stepped past the threshold, not expecting the sight they were met with.

They were stood just behind a large crowd which were cheering and jumping around, 'whooping' in anticipation to something which was unknown to the brothers. In the centre of the crowd was a massive, elevated platform with nesh around the outside forming a big circle. There were two doors on either side at the further side of the warehouse, two burly men dressed in navy, worn out jeans and black tops stood guard on both.

What caught their eye the most however, was the bloody and beaten body being dragged out of the elevated cage. That's what made it clear to the brothers where they were. What they had just walked into. They had just stepped into a Fight Club.

Seth inhaled deeply through his nose, trying to keep his annoyance at bay. "She can't be here. She may have done a lot of crazy shit in the past, but this? Nope. Common let's go." He declared whilst turning and starting to walk away. Richie went to follow until something, someone caught his eye.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! NOW THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! BIG MOMMA VERSUS EL DIABLO!!!!!!!!" An announcer dramatically announced whilst pointing to the two doors with each arm.

The crowd went wild.

Out of one door came a massive ginger haired woman dressed in black leggings and a white tank top. She had huge muscled arms and legs, goading the crowd on with roars and shouts.

Out of the other door came a medium sized brunette with black markings painted on her face. She wore black leather pants, a black tank top and a black leather jacket with studs on the shoulders. She raised her hands and yelled, earning cheer from the audience. Richie's eyes widened at the sight of the brunette causing him to quickly grip onto Seth's forearm before he could walk any further.

"I think we're in the right place." He said whilst pointing to the brunette, the one announced as 'El Diablo'.

Looking back, Seth saw what his brother was pointing to, the sight making him freeze, mouth hanging open in disbelief. Both Gecko's pushed through the heavy crowds until they had a better view of what was going on, able to clearly see the stage. Both girls entered the ring along with a short mouse like man, presumably the announcer, who they had not been able to see before.

"CONTESTANTS AT YOUR CORNERS! I HOPE Y'ALL MADE YOUR BETS BECAUSE THIS IS GONNA BE ONE HELLA OF A FIGHT!" He shouted turning to the audience and then to a TV screen which had been set up behind the ring.

"OKAY! WHOO! 150 THOUSAND IS UP FOR GRABS! YOU KNOW THE RULES! THERE ARE NO RULES! JUST PUT ON A HELLA GOOD SHOW! ...BEGIN!!" He enthusiastically shouted as he backed of the platform, quickly shutting the gate behind him to seal them in.

The brunette and ginger, El Diablo and Big Momma, began circling each other. Seth and Richie exchanged a look before resuming watching the battle. Big Momma charged at El Diablo only to have her duck out of the way and kick Big Momma in the lower back, making the ginger stumble forward. Big Momma growled, before they once again began circling each other, waiting for the other to make a move. El Diablo stopped and lifted her hand making a 'come at me' gestured, clearly confident. They both charged at each other until at the last minute El Diablo slid under Big Mommas legs, on her back, and kicked at both ankles making Big Momma crumple. As Big Momma was regaining her stance El Diablo had already jumped back up. She charged at Big Momma once she was stood back up and threw multiple punches at her gut only for Big Momma to laugh and backhand El Diablo across the face, sending her flying into the nesh. El Diablo landed on her stomach and groaned. Seth and Richie tried to force their way through the crowd more to get to her, however the crowd had grown in size since the fight started, making it too thick to get through. All they could do was watch on and worry about the brunette, after all they would do anything to protect her. Just as they were about to pull their guns from their hiding spot, El Diablo got back up. She swiped her thumb across her bottom lip and looked at it to see blood. Looking back at her opponent El Diablo had a murderous look in her eyes, making both brothers and the crowd go on edge. Screaming in rage, she ran at Big Momma, jumped and landed on her shoulders. She wrapped her legs around Big Momma's throat , squeezing tightly. Propelling her body forwards, the momentum making Big Momma crash to the ground with El Diablo still on top of her. Even though it was clear she had won, the audience screaming her name, El Diablo refused to release the pressure on Big Momma's neck. With a quick turn of her knee she snapped Big Momma's neck before finally getting off her corpse.

"That's for making me bleed, bitch." She spat before turning to the audience and raising her hands, soaking in the applause. She turned and walked out of the cage, towards the mouse like man who handed her a hefty bundle of cash. Pleased with her reward, she then strutted back to the door she originally came through, quickly exciting. Two Gecko's following her.

Realising this was their chance, Seth and Richie made their way to the door and followed the girl, ending up in a long corridor, no one but the brunette in sight. 'El Diablo' rounded a corner, the brother hurriedly following, turning the corner only to come face to face with nothing.

"What the hell?" Seth muttered and Richie looked just as confused until suddenly they both felt the metal of a blade against their necks, their breathe catching in their throats.

Turning slowly, they came face to face with El Diablo, who was holding two blue karambit knives to their throats. Her eyes widened immediately when she saw who was standing in front of her, who had been following her. The sight of the Seth and Richie causing her to lower the blades, a shocked expression overtaking the murderous one she wore.

Richie smirked slightly when he saw her up close, taking a small step towards her, "Hello sister."

[torturedpoetskywalker]

Multiamory March already ended and I’m a little late for this but I decided to post today a masterlist of all the polyamorous fanfics I’ve posted through march. I hope you guys appreciate my work!

IAMMYOWNSAVIOUR MASTERLIST

STAR WARS

a life worth living | Poe Dameron/Finn/Rey | 100 wc

Finn and Poe go with Rey to Tatooine.

what a tragedy our love is, but it's such a beautiful tragedy | Padmé Amidala/Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker | 370 wc

He didn't know how or why, but somehow Obi-Wan always ended up finding them. It was like a Force connecting his life to the lives of Anakin and Padmé.

the two of you are all I need | Poe Dameron/Finn/Rey | 100 wc

Prompt: Poe's grown up used to four-person marriages. Rey and Finn know nothing about moiety and don't really get why being a triad makes Poe twitchy sometimes. Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

A Handmaiden’s Touch to Heaven | Padmé Amidala/Cordé/Dormé/Sabé | 100 wc 

Padmé favorite nights are the ones she spends with her handmaidens all together in the same bed. Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

Becoming a Handmaiden | Padmé Amidala/Sabé/Fem!Anakin Skywalker | 100 wc

The royal makeup is designed only for the Queen and Handmaidens of Naboo, but Padmé considered Anakin just as much a handmaiden as her others. Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

HARRY POTTER

just take the medicine, ron! | Hermione Granger/Harry Potter/Ron Weasley | 100 wc 

Harry and Hermione take care of a sick Ron.

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON (2022)

the most irresponsible dog owners | Aemond “One-Eye” Targaryen/Rhaena Targaryen (Daughter of Daemon)/Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra) | 169 wc

Since she was a little girl, Rhaena always wanted a dog. That's why she was so supportive when Aemond and Luke decided to adopt Vhagar and Arrax, she just didn't expect they'd be the most irresponsible dog owners.

WEDNESDAY (2022)

our very own addams | Xavier Thorpe/Wednesday Addams/Bianca Barclay | 153 wc

"You don't know Wednesday's family, B. They take these games way too seriously." She laughs at Xavier like he's overreacting. "I'm not joking, they're crazy. If someone doesn't die today then it's not really an Addams sunday of games."

EMILY IN PARIS (2020)

mon coeur | Camille/Emily Cooper/Gabriel | 155 wc

"I think there's no easy way to tell you, but you literally just said my horn."

CHILLING ADVENTURES OF SABRINA (2018)

the only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you | Caliban/Sabrina Spellman/Prudence Night | 143 wc

There's some advantages on dating the Rulers of Hell. Prudence could go there anytime she wanted, and if Sabrina Morningstar asked she would never leave.

ATYPICAL (2017)

the goods and bads of sharing the same girlfriend | Evan Chapin/Casey Gardner/Izzie Taylor, Evan Chapin & Izzie Taylor | 294 wc

Evan and Izzie have a talk in the middle of the night about their relationship with Casey.

FROM DUSK TILL DAWN: THE SERIES 

being a gecko is not that bad | Kate Fuller/Richard Gecko/Seth Gecko | 200 wc

Kate never imagined one day she would end up doing bad things with bad boys. But she did once thought she'd pretty much like doing really bad things with Richie and Seth Gecko.

[estherdedlock]

I like to analyze books (well, book) and write essays and smarty-pants stuff like that, but sometimes I just need to simper like the disgrace of a fangirl that I’ve always been. And if people are going to make videos, and YouTube is going to serve up those videos to me unasked for...really, what else can I do but simper?

So with that, here’s some pseudo-Henry Winter for your weekend, courtesy of the YouTube algorithm. I know the opening frame says “Richie Gecko” but you just go ahead and ignore that. It’s Henry.

This video made me think up a deplorable fanfic scenario in which Henry becomes an assassin. I can see that, can’t you? He’s already on the FBI’s radar. Is it that much of a leap to being on the CIA’s radar? And from there to what...some nameless black ops, Treadstone-style project, perhaps?

Why not? It’s been established that Henry is freakishly intelligent, has a gift for languages and a mathematically logical brain, and is unusually strong. There’s also, as noted by Richard, his "remarkable talent of making himself invisible...a virtual ability to dematerialize at will.” And of course, he’s untroubled by ethical considerations...in the proper circumstances. What self-respecting black ops outfit couldn’t use someone like that?

Julian himself could see it:

“All you boys would be excellent spies,” he said. “Slipping about in casinos, eavesdropping on heads of state...”

...and some covert assassination, as needed.

So imagine they know that he’s killed two people. That’s their recruiting pitch: Work for us or spend the rest of your life in a Vermont penitentiary.

I don’t imagine he’d have to think twice about it. Do you?

[angelaiswriting]

Tease (Vol. 2) | Richie Gecko x fem!reader

✏️ Pairing: Richie Gecko x fem!reader

✏️ Summary: in which Y/N is a big tease (but at least she makes Richie cum).

✏️ A/N: part two of my ‘write smut in 1k’ challenge failed miserably haha oh well, enoy! 😈 bjs aren’t my forte, so any feedback is welcome x

✏️ Warnings: 18+ ONLY (fingering + oral m/r)

✏️ Word-count: 1,831

The excitement that comes with the knowledge that tonight is their night has yet to stop buzzing underneath her skin when Y/N gets out of the shower and wipes condensation from the frameless mirror hanging above the sink of the small motel bathroom. She smiles at her reflection and then, for a second or two, she lets that giggle go.

Last time they spent a night bunkered up somewhere is… too long ago to remember with complete certainty. She knows it was fun – it always is with Richie – but she cannot, for the life of her, remember the details. Tonight’s for new memories, though, and the best thing is, he was the one coming up with the idea. Let’s do something, just the two of us. No Seth, no plans, no nothing. Just. Us. – a bit too good to be true, sure, since all he’s been able to think about for the last couple of months is how to get his big brother out of jail, but that’s not something worth spending time on.

She quickly towels herself off and doesn’t even bother a glance at the new lingerie set she bought that afternoon for the occasion – it would end up in shreds anyway and she’s paid quite a bit for it. So, she simply wraps that hideous pastel green towel around herself and opens the bathroom door.

Richie laying back against the pillows on his single bed, hands resting behind his head, legs crossed at the ankles, glasses still on and dressed in nothing else but his pants is what she expects to find. And that’s also the one thing that doesn’t greet her when she walks back into the room.

Instead of waiting for her, Richie is sitting cross-legged on his bed, sure, but with the billion papers planning Seth’s escape scattered in front of him.

A frown settles on her face and in an attempt to stop herself from frowning, she tightens her hands into fists and crosses her arms in front of her chest. They’ve gone over that plan a billion times by now, to the point where they know it by heart and could recite it in their sleep. They’ve come up with all the things that could go wrong and how to avoid them – or how to get out of trouble in case they do go wrong. There’s absolutely no need to revise it again. What is this, high school?

This is supposed to be our night, she thinks as she sits down with a sigh on the chair in front of his bed. It’s a couple of seconds later that she realizes this could still be it, and when the thought pops up unsolicited in her mind, a smirk settles on her lips.

She undoes the towel and lets it fall to the side as her left hand trails down her breast and her abdomen before settling between her parted legs for a moment.

“Richie?” She sucks on two fingers before bringing her hand back on her sex. She’s wet and hot, and it’d be a lie if she said she didn’t get herself off just ten minutes ago in the shower.

But Richie doesn’t look up at her. He merely hums in acknowledgment and moves the papers around, probably looking for a map or a page of notes in particular.

Her smirk grows and the annoyance that could have been there isn’t there anymore. It’s hot when she thinks about it. At some point he’s going to look at her, maybe to ask her something, and he’s going to see her spread open like that. One hand between her legs, two fingers slowly pumping into her, and the other playing with her breast.

This time, when she calls his name, Richie is a strained moan followed by a whimper when her thumb starts toying with her clit.

He does look up now. The annoyance he might feel at being distracted evaporates from his features in a flash and a grin takes its place. “What are you doing?” he asks, gathering all the papers on his bed into a messy pile and moving it aside.

“I should be asking you that.”

He doesn’t need to ask her to come here twice, for she removes her hand from in-between her legs and as she stands up and walks over to him, she sucks her fingers clean. “I got carried away,” he hums as an excuse when he sits on the edge of the bed, bare feet resting on the floor.

She sits in his lap and instead of leaning in to meet his pursed lips to kiss him, she tilts her head to the side and peppers kisses on the side of his neck, her fingers already fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. “I want you to take this off now.”

He tenses in anticipation for a moment against her, but eventually, his fingers take to undoing the buttons as she licks and suckles at the skin of his neck. When he takes his shirt off, she leans back for a moment, takes him in, just to then push him back to lie down, lips light against his chest, pressing barely-there kisses down his sternum and his abdomen.

“There’s just you and me tonight, remember?” She’s kneeling on the floor between his legs now and her hand palming at his growing erection through the pants of his suit almost makes his eyes cross.

He groans a yeah that fades into nothing when she licks up one side of his v-line as her hands do quick work of his belt and zipper.

It feels like an eternity has to pass before she drags his pants and boxers down his legs and even then, her mouth is insistent on his inner thighs.

“You’re such a tease,” he groans when she finally moves her hand up his erection, gently pressing it down against his abdomen so that she can leave a kiss on his left ball.

She tries not to giggle, but she fails, and for a second her lips are pressing against his hipbone, her breathing cut off by the barely-contained laughter. “Yeah, I guess I learned from the best, then.”

He’s about to mouth her off when, instead of proceeding with her teasing, she licks a stripe up his dick, from base straight to tip, making sure to focus her attention on the vein on the underside of his erection. He breathes out of his nostrils and it’s noisy, almost strained as she presses a wet kiss to his head, right above the frenulum. Her tongue comes out, flattens against the underside of his head and licks up and over the glans, the tip of her tongue teasing his slit.

His hand tangles in her wet hair and pulls on the strands for a moment before he manages to relax again when she takes him in her mouth. She moans around him at the feeling. His abdomen tenses underneath her hand and when she takes him deeper into her mouth, she lightly scratches his skin. There’s a quick, light thrust up of his hips at the unexpected sensation, and it makes her gag for a moment around him before she pulls up again.

“Relax,” she whispers against him, lips pressed against the side of his tip as her hand slowly moves up and down.

Payback, her grin tells him when he opens his eyes to look at her.

He knows better than to put pressure on her, so he fully relaxes back and as he does so, the movement of his hand pushes the pile of papers and most of it slips to the floor.

She shushes him when he complains with a groan and instead of expressing her tired opinion about a plan they already know better than the back of their hand, she presses her lips against his glans once more. “There’s just us,” she hums against him before taking him in her mouth.

This time she doesn’t stop and although her mouth focuses on the upper part of his erection, her hand works the rest of it. It’s slobbery and messy, her movements are poorly coordinated, but she has plans for tonight and may she be damned if she doesn’t see them through.

The muscles in Richie’s thighs tense the closer he gets to orgasm and with her alternating between taking him in her mouth and suckling on his head and its rim and frenulum, she knows it won’t be long before he does come.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groans, both of his hands now on her head, undecided between pulling her up and pushing her down deeper, fingers tangling in her hair anyway.

His hips roll up even though she tries to keep them down and before he can call her name again, he comes on her tongue, breath cut short in the back of his throat as she suckles on him.

One hand resting right above his raging heart, she’s pressing kisses to his chest when he comes back to reality and opens his eyes.

“You are a fucking tease,” he chuckles, breathless, arms spread wide like some eagle.

“It’ll make you think twice next time before you decide to waste time on something you know by heart.” The look on her face is playful, though, and it makes him smile. “You can always give me payback now. The night is not over yet.”

She quickly pulls away with a chuckle when he tries to pin her down against his body but she has no time to warn him to watch out: with his pants still bunched around his ankles, he trips forward with the first step he takes.

*

“What the hell happened to your face?” is the first thing that leaves Seth’s mouth when he hops into the car.

Y/N is sitting in the middle of the backseat and has to contain the sudden burst of laughter threatening to make an appearance at those words. She’s careful not to look in the rearview mirror because she knows that if she meets Richie’s eyes, she’s not going to be able to keep a cool façade. Her heart always squeezes a bit every time she sees his swollen face and the yellow underneath his eyes, and the cast on his nose still makes her wish she had fully taken off his pants five days ago. But the memory of his fall still makes her laugh at times, and Richie is still too proud to see that accident in a playful light.

“Oh, well, it got a little rough between me and Y/N,” he smirks. “If you get the drift.”

But then, at that answer, Seth turns around to look at her with a face that’s both a what the fuck? and a what’s the truth? and there’s no stopping her from cackling.

“Yeah, right,” she laughs. “More like between him and the floor.”

dude i’m sorry

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[universechaser]

Wasn't there a post on here with someone theorizing that Seth had some kind of sixth sense or something? Like his own ability because he and Richie are the "Hero Twins"? I think it was around the beginning of season 3 and I've been trying to find it but can't. Want to maybe incorporate it in a fan fiction

[sometimes-i-am-lola]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kate Fuller & Seth Gecko, Kate Fuller & Richard Gecko, Kate Fuller & Scott Fuller Characters: Seth Gecko, Richard Gecko, Kate Fuller, Scott Fuller Additional Tags: Minor Kate Fuller/Seth Gecko, Mental Health Issues, Mental Instability, Mental Breakdown, Depression, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied Relationships, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Healing, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt, I Don't Even Know, i'm not sure what to tag, Let me know if I need to tag something, i tried to give proper warnings, Hopeful Ending Summary:

Spare me your judgements and spare me your dreams, ‘cause recently mine have been tearing my seams, I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind. (One-shot.)

[alixxxxcat21]

Amor Culebras:

Los Hermanos Geckos Pt.1

*I do not own the characters and thus this is a work of fiction*

Considering that we were in deep shit I was concerned about when the snake/vamp lady looking for Richie was going to pop back up. The perv was trying to introduce himself. And Daddy Fuller wasn’t too pleased with the code name “Sex Machine”. I wasn’t sure whether it was the alcohol that made laugh loudly or just the fact that he actually thought the name though. It was the stupidest name to give yourself. My head went down when I laughed so when I raised it everyone was looking at me. Seth was rolling his eyes.

“How drunk are you?” he asked.

I think he knew, but just for asking I pointed to the empty bottle of Gin next to me. I didn’t actually drink that bottle, but it was the same size as the whiskey bottle. This time also made me remember that they were both there when I did that.

“Dude, you watched her down the bottle, remember?” said Richie.

He raised an eyebrow at that and shook his head.

“Sorry, I was trying to not be mean, but how in the fuck does anyone have a code name ‘Sex Machine’ and realistically say it with a straight face?” I said trying, failing miserably, at keeping the giggles under control.

‘Sex Machine’ was none too happy about it either. However, I really didn’t care. It did break the tension for a short while. After a few minutes, I was able to gain control of myself. Richie came over to me.

“You think you’re sober enough to sharpen wood?” He asked with a cocky smile.

I rolled my eyes, “Do I look hammered?”

He chuckled, “Maybe.”

“I’m fine. Sober enough to sharpen wood for stakes,” I said.

“Good,” he said.

He picked up the first piece of wood he could find and throw in my direction. I didn’t remotely have the reflexes to catch it, so it hit the table and rolled toward me, while I watched it like a two-year-old. I picked it up like I was going to do something smart, but ended up waving it around like it was sage or something.

“I’m not really sure you should be handling this,” said Seth stabbing a large hunting knife into the table.

I looked from the knife to Seth. He gave me a quick smile and snapped his fingers as if telling me what to start doing. I rolled my eyes and pulled the knife out of the table. As I start sharpening the piece of wood in my hands it gave me something to anchor my thoughts. I hadn’t had a moment to think or even reflect on anything that had happened.

First, I had a lady boner the younger Gecko brother. How I was going t navigate that was a friggin mystery. Second, my dad was going blow his lid when he realized I wasn’t home in time for his stupid black market conference call. Third, how the fuck what going to even get back home in one piece. This wasn’t exactly an easy situation to get out of. Not with snake vampire things trying to kill me. And considering that we were locked in the lovely hole in the wall bar in the middle of Mexico, I don’t think I had an option of thinking all of this was a dream.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and nearly screamed until I saw who it was. Tall, dark and crazy was putting more pieces of wood on the table. I hadn’t realized how many stakes I had already made. He grabbed those and planted a kiss on my cheek. Like we were some happy couple in the middle of a crisis.