#richie gecko/reader

[dawnfire12]

Criminal II Richie Gecko

word count: 1300

notes: The character is 20+. Part one is the backstory but you don't have to read it to understand what's happening.

warnings: smut, injury, hostage situation, murder, women dancing on poles.

summary: Angela awakes from her concussion to find her family in the bar called Titty Twister. She goes in to persuade Richie to let her family go and ends up with more than she bargained for.

Part I

I wake up to the RV stopping and a black jacket around me. I groan and sit up, wiping my hand across my face.

“Oh Angela, you’re okay.” Dad hugs me.

“Yeah, what happened? Where are we?” I glance around.

“We made it to Mexico and we are at some bar called Titty Twister. We have to go inside.” He pulls me up.

“Where’s Scott and Kate?” I tumble out of the RV.

“They’re inside with our captors.” 

“Great.” I grip the jacket.

We walk inside to the Titty Twister and all I see are beautiful women dancing on poles. I avert my eyes to give them privacy and search for my sister and brother. It’s a big bar mostly filled with male customers and lots of liquor bottles displayed on every table. My dad pulls me to the table that has my siblings and Seth.

“Oh Kate.” I sigh and hug her.

She squeezes me, “I was so worried.”

I kiss her head,”I’m sorry.”

I take one of my arms off her waist and hold Scott’s arm,”You okay?”

He nods.

“Alright, now that we are all back together how about a drink?” Seth asks.

“I just woke up and may have a concussion.” I state.

“Eh. You win some, you lose some. Life’s too short. Have a drink!” 

I raise an eyebrow,” No thank you.”

Seth raises his hand,”Alright. Katie cute you’re up.”

Seth pours a shot and slides it to her. He pours one for himself and cheers the shot cups before downing his drink.

Kate exhales and takes a shot, “Now why don’t you let us go?  We held up our end of the deal.”

Seth moves his finger back and forth,”Nuh uh. Not yet. Not until my brother and I get our money.”

“Where is your brother?” I ask.

Seth turns to me,”He’s in the back room towards the right.”

I nod and stand up.

“Where are you going?” Dad asks.

“Maybe I can convince Richard to let us go.” I shrug.

“Good luck,” Seth downs a shot.

I start to walk away when I hear Seth say, “Nice jacket.”

I pause in my steps and decide to keep moving forward. I twist and turn away from the suspicious men in the bar and enter the pink curtains. I duck my head as I walk forward and lift my head up once I walk into the room.

Richard is sitting on a couch while a lady dances in front of him. He waved his hand and the woman scuffs walking away. She bumps into me on the way out and I stumble back into the wall. I watch her leave and I walk towards Richard. He’s wearing just his white shirt and black pants.

“Angela, are you feeling okay?” He asks.

I nod and sit next to him,”Yeah not so bad. I got this jacket to keep me warm.”

He nods, “Listen I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt and drag your family into this.”

I breathe in,”Then let them go. Let us go.”

He shakes his hand,”No. You’re not leaving me.”

“Richard, why am I so important to you?”

“Because you are. Because I see things and the things I’ve been seeing have called me here to find her and you. Now that I’m here I feel like I belong and I won’t lose that.”

“Richard, let us go.” I reach up and gently kiss his lips.

I pull away and see his eyes are still closed. I wait till he opens them.

“Set us free.” I say.

He arches an eyebrow,”Why would you say that?”

He leans in and kisses me. I let out a noise of surprise as he opens his mouth so his tongue can touch mine. He places his hand on my jaw, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss. I let out gasps as we continued to kiss.

He leans into me more causing me to start leaning back and laying down on the couch. He pulls me closer by pulling my hips and opening my legs so he can fit in the space. His mouth parts from mine and he starts kissing down my neck. I breathe in and out hard, staring at the ceiling until he starts sucking on the one side of my neck that has me letting out a moan.

“Richard.” I groan as he sucks harder. His teeth graze against my neck.

He pulls back and looks at me, “Call me Richie.”

I smile,”Richie.”

He pulls me up and takes off his jacket, yanking off my top before laying me down. He kisses down my neck to my right breast. He sucks on my nipple causing me to moan aloud. He does the same treatment to the other breast and kisses my body down to my shorts. He unzips them and tosses them to the ground. He leans back and unbuttons his shirt all while making eye contact. He throws it to the floor and kisses up my legs to my panties.

He kisses the center of my panties and that has me digging my nails into the couch. His tongue reaches out and starts licking me through the panties. I gasp and grab his hair. He tugs my panties down and starts circling my clit with his tongue.

“Oh Richie.” I moan.

He hums and starts moving his tongue faster. I start breathing faster and my hand starts pulling at his hair. 

“Ah! Don’t stop Richie. It feels so good!” I pant.

He listens to me and I feel the rush coming through my body until it finally releases. I arch my back up and cry out before laying back down. Richie pulls back and leans up to kiss me. He unbuckles his belt, sliding it out of his pants and unzips his pants, pushing them down a bit.

He kisses me, wandering his fingers down to my core and pushes one finger in. I blow out a breath, surprised by the insertion and the pleasure filled feeling. He moves his finger back and forth before adding another and continuing the pattern. 

“Richie, please.” I beg him.

“Oh Angela.” He whispers, taking out his fingers and replacing it with his cock.

No words leave my mouth as he enters me. I’m gripping the furniture so hard I think I may break it. I’ve never felt so full before.

“You feel perfect.” He growls and thrusts slowly.

“Mmhmm.” I moan.

He wraps my legs around his waist and grips my hips. He starts thrusting faster and deeper.

“Oh my god Richie!” I shout.

“That feel good, baby?” He grunts in my ear.

“Yes Richie!”

“You’re being such a good girl for me. Taking me so well.” He praises.

Tears prickle at the corner of my eyes. It feels too good. The familiar pressure is building up again.

“Richie please. I want to cum.”

He swears and slams my hips onto his.

“Oh fuck right there Richie!” I wail out as my nails scrap along his arms.

“Fuck! Fuck! You’re going to be a good girl and stay with me. You aren’t leaving me.” He moans.

“Ah! Ah!” I moan.

“Say it!” He demands.

“I’m not leaving you!” I cry out.

“Good girl. Now cum.” He commands and my body follows his order. The pleasure takes over my body and I see white. He pumps a few more times before cumming in me. He gasps out and removes his cock from my pussy. 

I breathe in deeply to try and catch my breath. He fixes his pants and wraps me up in his jacket, pulling me in his arms.

He pecks my lips,”You’re mine.”

I lean my forehead on his, "I’m yours.”

[kind-wolf]

Idk how I've never seen that one before...

Great writing!

Request please

"I'm going to kiss you. Okay? Just...just let me kiss you."

Another Set of Yandere Prompts: 4. Things would be easier for you if you just gave in, you know.

Richie Gecko From Dusk Til Dawn TV

Oh man, despite having a plan for a fic for this fandom ages ago (and a playlist) I never wrote more than a page. It's also been forever since I've seen this show. I should rewatch it. I hope you enjoy it! I have a feeling this takes place before the events of the show.

Warnings: mention of kidnapping/being kidnapped. That's about it. Also unbeta'd. (as usual with these, unnamed and undescribed female oc)

She’s trying to ignore him. He’s sitting next to her, thigh pressed against hers but she focuses on the television. She hasn’t spoken to him since they got here and she knows, for as quiet as Richie is, it’s driving him crazy. Good. He deserves it. If only for the shit he’s putting her through.

“Things would be easier for you if you just gave in, you know.” He says it without looking at her, but when he does turn, she doesn’t even glance his way. She’s not going to give him the satisfaction. 

“I know this…isn’t what you’d choose, but trust me. It’s better this way.”

She scoffs at that. Better? Running from motel to motel in some desperate search of a goal that she knows they’re never going to reach. She didn’t want to come. She didn’t want to get wrapped up in whatever shit he and his brother were getting in because if she knew one thing about the Geckos, it was that this would end in blood. She didn’t want it to be hers. 

But Richie had followed her around like some lost puppy when they met and Seth...well, Seth was only weak for his brother so when it was time to move and Richie wanted to keep her…she came with them. Whether she wanted to or not. 

She hears him pull out another smoke before he stops and puts it away. She knows the only reason he does is because she snapped at both of them about dealing with their secondhand smoke in the room, especially when they refuse to let her open a window. 

“You’re not even going to look at me?” 

She keeps her eyes on the stupid reality talk show that’s on low because the guests keep screaming at each other. At least until she feels his hand touch her chin, turning her face to look at him. 

“There you are.” 

“Richie. Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” He shifts slightly closer and despite how angry she is at him, she doesn’t move. His eyes watch hers, searching for any hint of some expression she knows she can’t meaningly give. He doesn’t have his glasses on. Somehow he seems less intense, softer in some way. A small vulnerability that he’s allowing her to see. “I’m going to kiss you. Okay?” His voice is low and it’s a question she can’t answer. She’s not supposed to be here. “Just…just let me kiss you.” 

He moves slowly, as though he’s giving her time to retreat if she wants.  His grip on her chin loosens as callused fingers shift to cup her cheek. His lips are dry and a little cracked, but his kiss is gentle. It feels like he almost doesn’t believe it’s happening, at least not at first. The longer his lips carefully move against hers, the more confident he becomes. It’s not long before he’s deepening the kiss, tongue licking into her mouth and demanding more. 

She sinks into him, hand clutching at the dress shirt he’s wearing. She shouldn’t be doing this, especially not with him, but it feels good and she needs to just forget for a moment the chaos that her life has turned into. 

The lock on the door clicks and before she can even think, she shoves Richie away from her, watching as he tumbles off of the bed in surprise. 

Seth stands there for a moment, taking in the scene as she turns back to the TV. He snorts slightly, looking past her at her brother who’s picking himself up off the floor. He opens his mouth to say something before she sees him shake his head. “I don’t want to know. I got food. Hungry?” Seth puts the bag he’s holding down on the small table. 

She doesn’t move, unwilling to give in again and pretend that this is okay, even if she was just kissing Richie. It doesn’t matter because Richie brings her the food anyways. She eats, ignoring the way her throat tightens. She’s here because he wants her. They stole her because of him. A kiss doesn’t change that. Not even a bit.

[multi-fandom-imagines13]

Imagine you were in the liquor store and make an impression on the Gecko Brothers. Enough that they take you as a second hostage.

“Leave them alone.” Y/N tried to block out the aching in her knees against the cold floor as she pushed up from her heels. The tallest of the men - Y/N was half sure his name was Richard - turned his attention away from the teen girls. “What?” The gun in his hand glinted as he shifted. “I said to leave her alone.” Y/N hands shook at her sides and she clenched her fists, willing her voice to stay steady. She surprised herself when the steel in her tone resonated in her own ears. Y/N nodded toward the young woman in the robbers grip. “Look at her.” He did. “She’s half scared out of her mind. She’s one threat away from ‘fight or flight’ and that kind of fear makes people desperate.” He gave the brunette a short shove, stepped around her like one would a piece of furniture and stopped in front of Y/N, towering over her. She was sure he would even if she were standing, regardless of her own height. His eyes were locked on hers. Like he was searching for something there, like he could see into her. Y/N fought the shiver crawling up her spine. That shiver part fear...and part something else she’d rather not even acknowledge. “Why the hell would you care?” Don’t play the hero, Y/N. “Because desperate means stupid and stupid gets people killed.” She held his gaze and lifted her chin. “And I’m not in the mood for dying today.” Y/N would let them think she was self serving, even though it was partially true. Didn’t mean she wanted to see some teenager get her head blown out...or worse. Though she wasn’t sure this guy was capable of hurting her like...that, despite his unique intensity.  The partner - brother - interrupted their staring contest, walking around the shelving. “We gotta -” he stopped. Looked from Richie, to Y/N and back to Richie. “Everything...okay...back here?” Y/N didn’t break eye contact and neither did Richie. Even as he answered. “Looks like this princess isn’t afraid of getting her tiara dirty.” He cocked his head and Y/N’s spine went rigid. Whatever he was seeing in her...he was intrigued. And neither of them liked it.  “Oh?” The brother crouched in front of Y/N. “What’d you do to get my brother’s panties in a twist, huh?”  This one is definitely the charmer. Y/N was almost disappointed when she pulled her stare from Richie and she squashed that feeling down, down, down as far as she could. “I asked him to leave the girls alone.”  He quirked a brow. And Richie scoffed. “She told me to leave them alone. Ordered, really.” “Did she now?” The brother - Seth, she remembered - was smirking at her. “Any particular reason, sweetheart?”  Y/N’s jaw clenched at the term of endearment. “He was scaring them.” “And he doesn’t scare you?”  Y/N wanted to wipe that smirk of his pretty face. “Not really.” Only a partial lie. But still one she hoped Seth wouldn’t call her on.  Hope that died as quickly as snuffing out a candle when the barrel of a gun lifted into her view. Y/N went still. Heart in her mouth and barely breathing, she forced her gaze back to Seth’s face. Refused to let the sting behind her eyes become anything more. His eyes bored into hers, searching. When Y/N held his stare, Seth’s smirk broke into a smile and he shook his head, disbelief clear. “Oof. You.” He lowered the gun but gestured to her with it as he stood, still grinning. “Are something else, sweetheart.” He checked over the piece before casually pointing it her way once more. “Now, I like you.” He cast a sideways glance to his brother, who had not taken his eyes off of Y/N the entire exchange. “As does my brother, here.” When Richie opened his mouth to argue, Seth silenced him with a gesture of his hand. “You got balls, sweetheart, I’ll give ya that. And you seem like a smart girl, so I assume I can trust you not to do something heroic.” He paused and looked over at Richie before walking away. “And help me keep an eye on my brother.” “What?!” Came from both Y/N and Richie simultaneously, though the volume and tone varied. Where Richie was irate, Y/N was shocked. Where Richie yelled, Y/N’s voice was low.  Seth spun on his heel and jabbed a finger at Richie then Y/N as he emphasised. “Hey! You keep an eye on her.” He jabbed his finger in reverse order. “And you keep an eye on him.” Seth turned back around. “This is on you, brother! We don’t have time for this shit.”

Y/N watched Seth disappear back around those shelves, starting when Richie dropped into a crouch by her. “Thought you weren’t scared of me, princess.”  When Y/N’s eyes met his, hard and cold, he smirked. When she snarled, “I’m not.” He smiled. Brilliantly. And all she thought was...Oh, shit...

A/N: Hope you guys like it! Let me know if I should do a part 2!!! - J

[starshipsofstarlord]

Goodbye My Lover | Part Two

Summary; Richie left after saving the end of the world, believing that you were dead. However, he begins to think that he was wrong, and that you were indeed alive, and survived the gruesomeness.

Warnings; mentions of death, murder, smut, angst

A loose cannon. He could have dealt with that, but instead, the criminal was left with nothing to live for. Richie was broken once more, a record that simply couldn’t play.

Sleep never came easy to him, he saw things, such as your limp body, that had been struck by led. There had been so much blood, it fell mercilessly from your wounds.

The one chance he had of saving you was gone, he should have taken the chance and done it right away. However, there was no body to try and mend any more, every piece of you had vanished.

“Is he okay?” Kate knew there was little point in asking the eldest Gecko brother that question, however she did anyways. It made her feel less guilty, after all, Amaru had been using her body as a prop.

Seth looked at the girl, sorrow written on his features. It pained him to know that you had taken the bullet meant for him. You were his friend, and perhaps the only person that could ever get through to his younger sibling.

But you were gone, or so they thought. And as they threw the bags in the trunk, Richie silently got in the passenger seat, slamming the door behind him. There was no peace in his state, the lack of slumber sure didn’t help.

But there was nothing that could be done to medicate him for your loss. All he felt was a massive wrench in his heart, crushing it until it was nothing more than dust.

Love was one thing that he always had difficulty with, but with you, the routine and emotions all came so easily. Your smile had him feeling light headed every time that he saw it, but instead m, his last image of you had been the cold and literally dead expression that blurred your most beautiful features.

“Kid, you know as well as I do, he may have saved practically everything that day, apart from her. And y/n was everything to him.” He shut the boot, watching the sad expression roll onto Kate’s face.

He patted her shoulder as he seated himself in the driver’s seat. They had just finished a heist and the only question was “where to?”

“Motel.” Richie answered, forgoing the option of a bar. The women there were only distractions, and so was the alcohol, and he didn’t desire any of them. All he wanted was to curl up on one of the dingy beds, and take pity on himself.

And once they had reached their destination, that was exactly what he had done. And for the first time in months, he had gotten a good nights rest.

That was until a bang collided with the wall, separating their room and the one next to it. A wail broke through, causing Richie to frown at the pitch. But before he had the chance to speak to his brother, Seth had already grabbed a gun, and was heading next door, demanding that Kate remain in the room.

Richie followed after him, the eldest of the two kicking in the neighbouring door, only to find a culebra holding a man against the wall.

“Let him go.” Her hand was around his neck, and as she looked at Seth, her yellow eyes bore into him, as though she were considering drinking his soul.

But instead, she firmed her grip, snapping his neck, leaving the body to tumble to the ground by her feet. The culebra hissed at the intrusion, but Richie tilted his head. There was something oddly familiar about this one, and he had almost figured it out for himself, until she revealed her identity.

Whilst her face still remained monstrous, a chuckle slithered its way out of her mouth. “Is that any way to speak to someone who took a bullet for you Seth?”

Seth’s eyes widened as he slowly lowered his gun. It was you, and as your scales faded, a smirk took place on your face.

“You’re a culebra?” Richie asked, rushing forward to embrace you, but you held your hand out, not allowing the man of your kind any closer.

“Am now. And I like it. So if you’re going to try and stop me from feeding, I’ll kill you too.” This wasn’t you, or at least not the version that he knew. The change had really changed you, the idea as a human, feeding off of your own kind was sickening to you.

But it appeared, that your appetite had changed with you. “How are you like this?”

“I already had your venom in me, so if you don’t mind.” You tried to leave, but the youngest of the two brothers held your arm, stopping you from abandoning them once more.

“Tell me everything.”

“Richie.” It was the end of the world and there was no better way to go out of it, other than a bang. And you and your partner had taken that in quite a literal sense.

As the pair of you were on look out, waiting for Amaru, you were straddled on top of him in the confines of the car, riding him. Your hands pawed at his shoulders, as you gasped.

He thrust up, hissing slightly at the angle. “Cum in me Rich.” He furrowed his brow as he gaped his mouth open, his head hitting the headrest of the seat.

And so he complied with your begging, filling you with his cum. You bit your lip, as his hands traced shapes on your back. He leant forward to kiss you, and he lightly bit your tongue.

But you frowned, watching as a little blood spilled from your mouth. “I’m sorry.” He frowned at his own actions. He was supposed to be careful with you, you were only human, and he was something more.

“It’s okay, just a little blood. I’ve been through worse.” You dismissed it, sighing as you dismounted him and went back to your duty.

“I didn’t know.” He registered what you had claimed to have happened, however you seemed unphased by the story that you had just told him.

“Of course you didn’t.” You sighed, and as he was distracted, you kicked him, and shoved him through the wall, which was his room. Kate glance through the hole, and a look of shock crossed over her face as she saw you.

Seth raised his gun, but you could only tut at him. “I take a bullet for you and you threaten to put one through me. How ironic.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Then don’t.” You rolled your eyes, steadily walking backwards. “I just want to go out into the night and disappear, there’s no need to kill me.”

“You’re a culebra, an out of control one.” His perception was not wrong, but you raised your hands, and loosened your shoulders as you stood there.

“And?” You asked, smiling at the tanned man. “If you want to kill my kind, go for your brother, he’s an easier target.” He was out cold, all thanks to you.

“You’re throwing him under the bus, just like that?” He asked, unable to comprehend this new mindset of yours.

“Just like that.” You responded, taking a break between each syllable. Seth hesitated as he watched you, and as his aim lessened, you bolted, vanishing from his eyes.

Richie would not be happy once he woke up, but that wasn’t your problem. And as you ran, the only thing on your mind was finding dinner and not being disturbed whilst doing so.

[bumblesimagines]

Bad Luck

Request: Yes or No

This is the idea I mentioned earlier! I don’t know how many people will be interested cause I know Dusk Till Dawn isn’t that popular but it’s a fun and interesting series! It’s on Netflix and it’s honestly just gory. 

~

(Y/N) stared at the dirty tiled ground, hearing the two armed men talking with the ranger who had come in to help his partner. (Y/N) swallowed, raising his gaze as he heard footsteps approaching. (Y/N) made brief eye contact with those cold blue eyes. Jessie and Libby trembled, avoiding eye contact with the man holding them hostage.

“Him?” (Y/N) heard the man, Richie Gecko, ask quietly. (Y/N) furrowed his brows, glancing up. Richie hummed, nodding to himself. (Y/N) glanced at his friends, wondering what was going through their minds. Jessie’s mascara had trailed down her cheeks from crying, though her green gaze was fiery. It was odd for (Y/N) to see Jessie crying. Jessie was usually a headstrong sassy girl who didn’t take shit from anyone. The duct tape covering their mouths prevented them from talking or making too much noise. (Y/N) had no idea what to do and it ate him up inside. Playing the hero could get him and his friends shot. Pete had already gotten a shot to the stomach for no reason. (Y/N) couldn’t risk his other two friends getting hurt. (Y/N) wished they hadn’t stopped to get beer.

(Y/N) chewed on his gum, gaze locked on his phone. He sighed, getting bored with the mobile game. He looked up, seeing Libby and Pete chatting through the window, probably flirting like always. (Y/N) got out of the car, closing the car door. He glanced around. They were in the middle of nowhere and the heat was starting to get annoying. Libby shot him a wide smile, twirling a strand of her blonde hair around her finger.

“Tell Pete he needs to come to the party tonight!” Libby said, arms crossing as a pout appeared on her face. (Y/N) chuckled, giving an eye roll and shaking his head as he looked around the small store. His eyes lit up, spotting some chocolate bars.

“Can I get a free chocolate?” (Y/N) asked, looking through the chocolate bars. Pete scoffed, shaking his head as a playful smiled toyed on his lips which earned a pout from his friend.

“I gave you three free ones last time. You need to start paying up.” Pete leaned back in his seat, arms crossing. Jessie approached them, a scowl on her face. The three noticed, brows furrowed. Jessie brushed some of her black hair out of her face, head shaking.

“What happened?” (Y/N) asked, frowning and sharing a look with Libby. Jessie shook her head, huffing as Pete rang up the pack of beers. Jessie glanced over her shoulder, green eyes scanning the aisle.

“There’s some fucking weirdo back there. Something’s wrong with him.” She shook her head. (Y/N) hummed, giving a small nod. He grabbed a chocolate bar, tossing it on the counter.

“Ignore him.” (Y/N) said, spitting his gum out into the nearby trash can. Jessie crossed her arms, grumbling under her breath. (Y/N) gave her shoulder a squeeze, hoping it would ease her. Pete reached over to grab the beer, gaze lifting. (Y/N) went to follow his gaze before feeling a strong hand grabbing his arm. (Y/N) turned his head, making eye contact with blue eyes before a gun barrel came into view. 

(Y/N) swallowed, watching Richie walk away to talk with his brother. (Y/N) leaned forward slightly, spotting the older ranger on the floor. His eyes widened, seeing all the blood. The man quietly spoke with his partner, stomach covered in blood and breaths coming out short. (Y/N) leaned back, earning a nudge from Jessie. She quirked a brow, wanting to know what he saw. (Y/N) motioned for her to look so she did, having the same reaction as (Y/N). He looked around for something to use. His pocket knife had been left in the car and everything around them wouldn’t do anything. He could attempt to open the door to the beers though it would risk him being heard. (Y/N) looked up when he saw movement, seeing the other ranger attempting to stop the bleeding. He blinked when Richie crouched down by him. 

“What could she possibly want with you?” Richie asked softly, tilting his head. (Y/N) furrowed his brows, wondering who he was referring to. Richie shifted his gaze onto Libby and Jessie. He narrowed his eyes, watching them closely. (Y/N) could shove him. It’d take Seth’s attention off the rangers but it was also risky. 

“Richie.” Seth called out, rounding the corner and watching him. Richie didn’t tear his gaze away from the girls.

“They’re spying on me.” Richie said. (Y/N) glanced at Libby’s trembling form. He shifted his gaze onto Seth, hoping he’d tell his brother off or realize his brother wasn’t right in the head.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“These girls were sent here to spy on me. You think that I don’t know?”

“Richie, look at me.” Seth snapped his fingers. Richie stood, a soft sigh escaping him. He looked at his brother, head tilting.

“We got really good news. Carlos is sending somebody.” Seth told him, hoping it’d get Richie to relax. He glanced over at the rangers to make sure they weren’t doing anything. 

“This Carlos guy, he’s from Mexico, right?” Richie asked, stepping closer to his brother. (Y/N) listened to their conversation. Obviously, they didn’t care of the liquor store. Richie had impulsively caused the whole mess by holding them hostage and by shooting the ranger. (Y/N) had read about the Geckos in articles before. They were a brother duo who robbed places. Last thing he had heard, Seth had been sent to prison but Richie probably came to his rescue. The brothers went back and fourth before Richie used his gun to motion at (Y/N).

“He’s coming with us.” Richie said. (Y/N) blinked, looking up at them. Seth furrowed his brothers, lips parting. Libby and Jessie mirrored his expression as they whipped their heads around to look at (Y/N).

“What? Why? He’ll be liability.” Seth pointed out, huffing softly. Richie shook his head, stepping closer to his brother. 

“Trust me, Seth. My gut says he has to come with us.” Richie told him, eyes pleading. Seth stared back at him, not completely thrilled or convinced. He licked his lips and shaking his head.

“It’s bad enough we’re holding him hostage but taking him? That’s abduction, Richie.” 

“We’re criminals, Seth!” Richie reminded, hands raising. Seth gave a small eye roll, looking down at (Y/N). He looked back at Richie with a cocked brow. 

“What’s so important about a twenty-something year old with no fashion sense?” Seth questioned, earning a muffled scoff from (Y/N). 

“He could be useful. These girls, on the other hand, are useless. We don’t need them alive.” Richie said, using the gun to motion to the girls. Seth sighed heavily, opening the fridge and taking out a beer. He opened it, letting the cap hit the three below.

“Relax, Richie. Have a cold one.” Seth said, offering it to him. Richie went to grab it but Seth pulled it out of Richie’s reach. (Y/N) watched Seth walk away to answer a phone call after handing the beer to Richie. A few moments later, he approached them again.

“We gotta get movin’. Carlos ain’t coming.” Seth said, sighing as Richie slowly stepped towards him. He leaned forward slightly, a smug look on his face

“I knew it. He’s your guy. This is on you.” Richie said, earning a glare from Seth. Richie grinned widely, happy he had proven Seth wrong.

“Guess we do this the hard way.” He shifted his amused gaze onto the rangers. Seth snapped his fingers in his face. 

“Hey, no. We’re not doing this. We are not killing any more people today, you got that?” Seth cocked a brow. It felt like he was scolding a disobedient child. (Y/N) noticed the ranger that had been shot had gone limp. His partner stood, raising his hands as he faced the brothers. He tried negotiating with them but Richie was having none of it. (Y/N) glanced at the girls. Jessie looked back, eyes swirling with emotions. The brothers were outnumbered but they had the guns and experience. (Y/N) heard soft shuffling, eyes widening when he realized Pete was still alive.

“Pete, go!” The ranger ran, going around and towards the back of the counter. Seth shot at him, quickly going after him while Richie stayed towards the back of the aisle. (Y/N) looked up, watching Richie aim the gun at Jessie as a gunshot rang out in the back. (Y/N) looked forward, seeing the older ranger standing with a gun in his hand. Richie noticed and faced him, hand instinctively raising. The older ranger pulled the trigger, blasting a hole through Richie’s palm and breaking the glass. (Y/N) ducked his head, feeling the glass and blood hit his back. He flinched at the shots, hearing more glass shattering and Richie stumbling. (Y/N) looked at the girls, seeing their clothes and hair covered in glass shards. (Y/N) ripped the tape off, turning and grabbing a beer bottle. The girls hurried to take the tape off, glancing at (Y/N). (Y/N) watched as Richie raised his hand, fatally shooting the ranger. (Y/N) stood, slamming the beer bottle against Richie’s back and watching him stumble, falling to the ground. The girls wasted no time in standing and kicking him. Richie grunted and cried out, getting Seth’s attention.

“Hey.” He huffed, watching them. The girls stopped, panting from exhaustion and adrenaline. Jessie faced him, panting.

“There’s something... Really wrong with your brother.” She breathed out, sending Richie a glare. (Y/N) shook the glass off his clothes and hair, panting as well. He licked his lips, looking at Richie as the girls walked away. (Y/N) looked at Seth with furrowed brows, watching him take out a lighter. 

“What does your brother want from me?” (Y/N) asked, tilting his head. Seth dropped the lighter, watching a flame rise and spread. He sighed, facing (Y/N).

“I’ve got no fucking idea, kid.” Seth replied, shrugging lightly. Richie slowly got up, groaning. (Y/N) glanced at him, scoffing and turning to walk away. 

“Not so fast, (Y/N).” Richie grunted, rolling his shoulders. (Y/N) frowned, looking at him. He eyed him, cocking a brow. Unless Jessie had mentioned him, Richie had no way of knowing his name.

“How the hell do you know my name? Have you been stalking me or something?” (Y/N) asked, stepping toward him with fists clenched. Richie let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head.

“We’re gonna get to know each other on this trip, my friend.” Richie said, raising his gun at him. (Y/N) glared at him, jaw clenching in annoyance. He reached out, grabbing Richie’s wrist and turning his body sideways, elbowing Richie in the face in a quick motion. Richie groaned, stumbling back. Seth raised his brows, nodding.

“Impressive.” He chuckled as the smoke started spreading. (Y/N) shrugged, turning to walk away but he heard a gun click.

“And useful. You’re coming with us.” Seth said. (Y/N) licked his lips, shoulders slumping as he sighed. Seth noticed and shrugged, watching (Y/N) face him.

“Sorry, kid. You just have bad luck.” 

[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.”

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[thehelleniclunarwitch]

Forever (Richie Gecko)

Welcome to Inky’s shit posting.

Hope you all enjoy what’s coming! I’m also posting from my iPad so sorry in advandance.

Prompt: “Kings and Gods have bowed to me, what makes you think you can refuse for long?”

Tagged: @justgrits

He had found her on her 18th birthday. Her friends had gotten her her first fake ID. They crossed state lines to a bar where no one knew them. It was there that she was introduced to Richard Gecko. When he took her hand into his it was as if the world slowed. Everything seemed to fall into place. It was terrifying.

The two of them had spent the night talking in the corner. He surprised her by always being able to finish her sentences. If was almost as if he already knew everything about her. At first, she was enjoying his company but as the night went on something started to feel off.

When her friends finally came to collect her, his hand was quick to grab her arm and hold her in place. He pleaded with her to stay. She was thankful that her friends didn’t back down and pried her away from him.

That was their first mistake. Richie Gecko was never told no. He had followed them. Forgetting to lock the door after returning home was their second. Her friends had all fallen asleep first completely forgetting about the man who was just obsessing over their friend. Leaving her alone was their third and final mistake.

Richie had come for her, but she had caught him. He circled her in the living room keeping his voice low not to wake her friends. He had wanted her for himself. Richie promised her everything. Love. Money. Happiness. Everything and anything a girl could desire. It terrified her. She panicked and made her escape.

Days turned into weeks as she rand and ran. He always seemed to find her. Her friends called and called but she ended up ditching her phone fearing he was using that to track her. She was able to convince her family that she took a spur of the moment trip with friends to a cabin. She didn’t want to alarm them or involve them.

Three days had finally gone by without seeing him. She began to relax. Maybe he had finally given up. She slept for the first time in weeks. Refreshed she was hoping she could finally start making her way home.

It was early when she woke up. Slowly rolling out of bed she made her way towards the tiny kitchen. Coffee was calling her name and she was in desperate need of caffeine. Flicking on the light she jumped with a gasp.

“Hello love,” He smirked.

Her breath is caught in her throat. This couldn’t be happening.

“Did you really think that I was gone? That you out ran me?”

“I, uh,” She struggled to find the right words.

“Do you believe in soulmates?” He asked.

She remained quiet.

“There was a spark between us, love, that first night we met. I know you felt it too,” He told her.

She shook her head. He slammed his hand down against the counter causing her to jump.

“Lying will not do you any good,” He warned her.

“Please, just let me go,” She pleases her voice thick from trying to keep herself from crying.

“Let you go? As if I could? We are destined to be together, sweet girl.” Richie told her.

“How! How were you able to find me?” She screamed at him.

“Watch your tone of voice!” Richie snapped at her.

She flinched away from his sudden burst of anger.

“Do you believe in the supernatural?” Richie asked suddenly.

She nodded. “I do,”

“And what do you know about Culebras?” Richie asked her.

She but her lip as she thought about the world Culebras. She had heard about it before.

“It’s from Mexican folklore. A reptilian-blood sucking species. So it’s like a snake version of a vampire,” She told him.

He smirked. “You’d be right.”

“Is that how you found me because of my knowledge?” She asked him and he laughed.

“No,” Richie replied.

She furrowed her brows together. “Wait, are you trying to hint at that you’re a Culebras?”

When Richie smiled his mouth extended and she came face to face with his fangs.

“Oh my god,” She gasped.

“You see there’s nothing you can do that will you keep me away from you,” Richie told her.

Her hands were shaking and her body was telling her to run.

“Don’t run, sweetheart, it will only make things worse for you,” He informed her.

“I’m not yours. There’s no spark between us. Soulmates don’t exist,” She told him angrily.

“My love, Kings and Gods have bowed to me, what makes you think you can refuse for long?” Richie asked her.

She bolted. Richie sighed as she ran towards the front door. Her hand wrapped around the handle and as she began to pull it open, Richie’s hand slammed the door shut, his other free hand grabbed her, turned her around, and slammed her up against the wall. He hissed as his face dipped down to her neck and she could feel his fangs against her skin. Shivers exploded down her spine.

“Don’t make thus difficult, sweetheart,” He warned her.

“Let go of me!” She yelled in his face.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered and she looked up at him in confusion, he slammed her head into the door and she slumped forward in his arms.

Richie caught her with ease.

“You’ll be a good Queen, sweetheart, and you’ll learn to love me. We’ll have all the time in the world for that,” He whispered in her ear before disappearing into the shadows with her in his arms.

[crazyfreckledginger]

Seth Gecko x Reader - “I’m Only Trying To Help”

Having met Seth through his brother when the latter accidentally dragged you into this whole Culebra business and yet you just couldn’t seem to get along. After he scares you out of your skin, when you help the brothers out of a bad situation, you decide that this is the last straw and decide to confront him. What does he have to say for himself?

Requested by @chimera4plums :”You’re awesome Can you maybe write one where the reader and Seth like kinda hate each other but eventually end up together? Please" 

A/N: I hope you like it, although I didn’t include the fact that they get together otherwise it would turn into a really long fic, I stopped when he asks her out on a date (in his own way of course), I hope it’s alright for your liking.

Warning: language

“(Y/N), you think you could like, come over here to help?” Richie’s voice was barely distinguishable over the panic that surrounded her.

“Yes, let me just finish over here and I’ll try to get to you,” (Y/N) responded, pressing the phone as close to her ear as possible.

“Thanks, I’ll send you the address.” she heard him sigh in relief.

“Is your brother going to be there?” 

Richie didn’t answer for a few moments and that’s all she needed to know the answer.

“Just, please come,” 

****

One hand was securely around her gun that was resting in the passenger seat as her free palm gripped the steering wheel. The car was rolling cautiously down the street, eyes scanning her surroundings as the row of houses extended onto the horizon and into the darkness. 

Her heart was beating, from what she understood, they were trapped in a house and people were going crazy, her job was to get them out.

Well, if Seth was going to be his usual self, she was going to dump him on the side of the road and tell him sarcastically that she hoped he wouldn't get eaten by cannibals. 

“Is the outside of the house a light grey colour?” (Y/N) inquired. 

“I didn’t pay attention but let me try and get to a window.” 

“Where are you guys even?” her eyebrows furrowed, finding the situation become increasingly ridiculous the more she heard about it. 

“Garage, we barricaded ourselves inside.” 

“...okay,” confusion and uneasiness laced at her face and tugged at her heart, “please stay safe,” her request came out as a whisper.

Her concern immediately washed away once she distinguished the familiar annoying voice.

“What is she even doing? Eating? Painting her nails again? Why the hell is she taking so long?” 

“Seth, please just shut up!” Richie sneered. 

“Richie, I’m coming to pick you up, leave little miss asshole in there okay?” 

“Seriously, this is not the time, between the both of you-”

“Oh, I see you!” (Y/N) interrupted, her gaze finally catching a familiar silhouette in a window as soon as, what seemed like a plank of wood, was taken off.

“We’re on our way,” the younger Gecko ended the call. 

Anxiously, her fingers tapped against the dashboard. If what was happening where she was was happening here as well, it made her even more stressed that her car was out in the open, given it’s not very well secured structure. The fact that she had to keep the doors unlocked was also making her heart race at an uncomfortable rate. 

Her breathing completely stopped when she perceived something move in her rearview mirror -- but it moved so quickly she didn’t have the time to process who it was… or what it was.

Not wanting to test the reliability of further mirrors in her car, she briskly turned around in her seat, not caring about the uncomfortable position she was in and more focused on the unknown danger that was approaching her vulnerable state. 

Hearing shuffling dangerously close to the car, she stopped breathing completely to try and hear what was happening. By the lack of visibility, she guessed whatever was close was crouching under the doors of the vehicle to purposely put her off. 

Suddenly, a hand slammed against her window and she released a blood curdling scream before backing up straight into handbrake, and stumbling back and hitting the back of her head against the door handle. 

A loud groan escaped her lips as she held the back of her head, feeling herself become lightheaded for a second before regaining her awareness. 

Her heart nearly dropped in her stomach as the owner of the hand slowly became visible through the window.

(Y/N) recognised the beard, the tattoo, the haircut and she practically fumed.

“YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” she yelled as he smirked before laughing loudly.

“Jesus Seth,” Richie was right behind her, but it didn’t remotely make her jump, “you say I need to grow up huh?” 

The girl begrudgingly got back in his seat as Seth quickly became serious and expected her to unlock the car door.

“Open up,” he requested. 

“Fuck you,” she retorted, unlocking the passenger door and letting the younger Gecko slid inside, nearly forgotting that her gun had been right beside her the entire time, as he placed it in his lap. 

****

“Seriously, why are you such an asshole to me? What have I ever done to you?” she snapped as they got back to the garage, Richie was already long gone, not wanting to even be in proximity of this fight.

“Because you think you’re little miss perfect that can just waltz in our lives and play little hero!” Seth sassed.

“What the hell?? I don’t consider any of those things, when I met Richie, I was dragged into this who spanish vampire shit okay? I only wanted to help the people that also fell victim to this fucked up secret world because no one did that for me!” she snapped. 

Seth stood silent for a second, an unreadable expression on his face. The girl was catching her breath at her outburst but the weight she let go moments ago nearly outweighed the disbelief she felt towards everything he had just said, what kind of impression could he have had of her after all this time if this is what came as his conclusion?

“Well, good for you for having good intentions,” he encouraged.

“Oh my god Seth, are you so full of yourself that you can’t even apologise for having a bad impression of me?” 

“Well the impression is how you act isn’t it?” he defended.

“Yeah, based on a misconception you created!” the girl pointed an accusing finger at him.

“Fair enough,” Seth huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away. The woman sighed, staring at the ground and not knowing what to do, his eyes trailed her form.

“Want me to have a better impression of you?” 

“Yes, today would be nice,” she frowned.

“Well, how about I take you out for a drink hmm?” he smirked. Her expression remained stoic for a few moments before she expressed her disbelief once again.

“Are you serious right now?” 

“You want me to have a bad impression of you?” The older Gecko bargained.

“You are, insufferable.” 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” 

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[dawnfire12]

Criminal I Richie Gecko

word count: 1772

notes: The character is 20 years old and this is part one of Criminal one shot. It serves as a backstory for Part two but you can read Part two without reading part one.

Warning: violence, injury, hostage situation, murder

Summary: Angela Fuller didn't think she would meet anyone interesting at the Dew Drop Inn especially two criminal brothers who kidnap her and her family.

Part two

The hot Texan sun made dipping my toes in the motel pool such a relief. I sat by the side of the pool moving my legs back and forth. I glance over at my younger sister, Kate, who’s sitting on the white sunchair and immersed in her cell phone.

“Come on Katie pop! Dip your feet in the water, stop being so gloomy.” I encourage her.

She ignores me and keeps scrolling away.

I push myself off the ground and walk towards her. I yank her phone from her hand and glance at the screen. MOTOR VEHICLE ACCIDENT OF JACOB FULLER AND JENNIFER FULLER. 

I looked down at her,”Where did you get this?”

She crossed her arms, “Dad had the paperwork hidden under the RV?”

I shake my head, “You shouldn’t have looked at it.”

She glares at me, “Dad wasn’t telling us the truth! Something happened to mom and it’s his fault!”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about?”

She throws her hands up, “Why are you taking his side?”

“Because you don’t know what happened. You wouldn’t understand.”

“How could you know whether or not I can understand?”

I sigh, “Just take a dip in the pool and cool off. This heat isn’t helping your temper.”

She glares at me, moving off her chair and into the water. She swims a few laps around the pool before laying on her back to float. I run my hands through my hair and look to the side to see a man in a black suit and glasses approaching.

As he walks closer, his height increases and his walk is very smooth like a sauntering cat. I look away and turn my head back to my sister.

“Are you okay?” A voice asks me.

I look to my side and see that the man is standing next to me. Up close I can see he’s a handsome man with a structured face.

“Um yeah. I’m okay.” I breathe out.

He reaches into his jacket and brings out a cigarette carton. He places one in his mouth and offers me one. I slid it out of his fingers and placed it in my mouth. He puts the cigarette carton away and takes out a lighter. He lights my cigarette first before his.

“Didn’t your daddy never tell you to do this?” He asks me.

“To do what?” I arch my eyebrow.

“Talk to strangers.”

I smile,”You never know who could turn into a friend.”

He smiles, “You on vacation or something?”

“Sorta.”

“Not much of a vacation, huh?” He blows out.

“I mean who needs the Bahamas when you have the Dew Drop Inn?” I stub out the cigarette.

“You didn’t inhale.” He takes a seat next to me.

“Last thing I need right now is to die of lung cancer.”

He chuckles, “A lot on your plate?”

“You could say that.”

“You seem like a nice girl.”

“How would you know? I could be a terrible person.”

“I pick on things?”

“Oh yeah like what?”

“An older sister who cares for her family.”

I squint my eyes, “Why do you say that I’m an older sister.”

“The way you keep glancing at your sister in the pool.” He points.

“Well you’re right on that. The older sister has to make sure that nothing is falling apart even when it is.”

“You should tell her the truth.”

“What? The truth about our mother and how she was suffering this whole time. Our dad did the only thing he knew how. If I tell her that her soul could be crushed and I can’t do that to her. And I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”

“Sometimes it’s easier to talk to strangers.”

“I'm Angela.” I give him my hand.

“Aw now see you’ve gone and ruined the whole thing.” He shakes his hand and shakes my head.

“Well maybe we can be friends.”

He stares at me, “I’m Richard.”

Kate’s phone rings and I glance to see that it’s our dad calling. I glance at Richard,”Sorry. I should get this.”

He waves his hand, letting me know it’s okay.

“Hi dad.” I answer.

“Hey sweetie. Do you mind coming back up to the room?” My dad asks.

“Yeah, let me grab Kate.”

“Good. See you soon.”

I hung up the phone and stood up, “Kate, we got to go.”

She groans and starts swimming her way out.

I turn to Richard, “I’m sorry to cut this short but we have to go. Maybe we’ll see you around.”

I grab all of our stuff as Kate walks out of the pool.I meet her halfway and wrap a towel around her. We walk out of the pool and towards our room. I take one last look at Richard.

“It may be sooner than you think.” Richard mumbles to himself.

We walk up one flight of stairs and to the left. I put the key into the doorknob of the hotel room and opened it up to see our father and brother sitting on the bed with a stranger pointing a gun at them.

“Girls run!” Dad shouts.

We turn around and Richard is standing behind us.

“Good to see you again.” He towers over us. 

We tremble and back up into the room. Richard takes out his gun from his pants and motions us to sit down on a bed.

“Alright familia. Here’s the plan. Dad goes first. Boy Wonder and Angel go down with my brother. And Katie pop comes with me.” The stranger directs us.

“Let me talk to them first please.” Dad says.

The stranger groans,”Fine. One minute.”

Dad faces us, “We are going to listen to what they say. I promise we will get out of this alive. I know we are down a member but we are still a family.”

“Yeah, we are down a member. I wonder why that is, dad.” Kate accuses him.

“Kate, shut your mouth. We can talk about this later.” I hissed at her.

“Alright. Meeting over. Let’s go.” The stranger rushes us.

 Dad takes a suitcase and leaves the hotel room to the RV.

Richard stands up and claps his hand,”Our turn.”

The stranger hands another suitcase to Scott (our brother) and points his finger in his face,”No hero stuff.”

My brother huffs, grabs the bag and walks towards the door. I follow him until a hand snakes around my waist. I glance at the arm and look for its owner to see Richard staring down at me.

“We gotta play the part.” He squeezes my waist.

My eyes water and I look ahead, moving my feet that feel like dead weight. We start walking down the hallway and make it to the stairs where Scott stops.

“Do we have a problem Scott?” Richard cracks his neck.

Scott glares at him.

“It looks like you have something to say to me. Almost like a fuck you. Now, do I need to remind you I have a gun and your sister on my arm while my brother Seth has a gun pointed at your other sister?”

“No.” Scott looks away.

“Then let’s get a move on.”

We walked down the stairs and into the RV in the parking lot. We tumbled into the RV and Richard motions for us to sit in the back and after we follow his command he walks up front towards Dad and makes him move the car.

“BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!” Gunshots ring around the motel. 

I put my hands over my ears and shut my eyes. I feel arms come around me and I take my hands off my ears and squeeze the person hugging me. I hear the creak of the door of the RV open and a girlish scream. I open my eyes to see Kate falling in and Scott rushing over to help her. I hear a thump on the top of the RV.

“Step on it!” The person holding me demands.

I look up and see Richard staring down at me.

“You okay?” He softens his voice.

I nod, removing my arms from his back and rush over to Kate.

“Kate, are you okay?” I rub her arms up and down.

She shakily nods her head. I walk her over to the back of the RV where there’s a table and a wrap around seat.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. I got you.” I bring her to my chest and pat her head as she cries. Scott sits in on the other side hugging her.

Richard walks over and sits in the seat in front of us with his gun pointing at us. 

“Can you move that away from us?” Scott nastily asks.

“Scott.” I whisper.

“He has a very sensitive gun that could go off any minute.”

Richard hums and lowers it a bit.

“Was it all a lie?” I ask Richard.

“No.” He states.

“So the whole act by the pool was real.”

“Yes. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“But you’ll point a gun at my family and I.”

He bangs his unaccompanied hand on the table,”Just so you won’t leave.”  

“I understand the concept of a hostage.”

He scoots in next to me and whispers,”No. So you wouldn’t leave.”

The smell of his cologne enters my nose and it smells like the embers from a fire. Our eyes connect and I get to see how blue his eyes really are. His eyes flicker down to my lips and he seems to move forward a bit.

A ruffle of a bag is towards the right of me and next thing I know Scott has a gun to Richard’s head.

“Get away from her!” Scott yells.

Richard exhales and moves back.

“Hey! Hey!” Seth comes over and points a gun at Scott.

“Scott please put the gun down.” Kate cries.

“This is such bullshit!” Scott exclaims.

“Son, put the gun down! I know how you’re feeling but you have to put the gun down and believe we are going to make it.” Dad persuades.

“Scott, don’t do this.” I pleaded with him.

While Scott deliberates on what to do, Dad slams his foot on the brakes causing Seth and Scott to fall to the ground and my head to hit the table. I hiss and hold my head.

“Angela.” Richard gently says and rubs his hand on my head.

“Ow. I don’t feel so good.” I say as black spots start to come into vision.

“Angela.” Richard repeats.

The black starts to take over my vision, "I’m just going to take a nap,” effectively passing out.

[that-was-not-supposed-to-happen]

He looked sceptical, still considering your request with his head tilted to the side and a wary expression on his face. 

"Are you sure?" 

" Yes. Don't you want to try? " You couldn't really tell what he was thinking, sometimes he made that unreadable face that could mean anything. 

"That's not it..." He grins, leaning closer to playfully wrap some of the rope around your wrists, " Are you sure you want to be at my complete mercy? Not much choice when you're so deliciously tied up for me. I could do all sorts of things to you. " 

"That's the whole point." 

His first reluctance didn't last long once you were all tied up and bound to the bed. Teeth biting down into delicate flesh, hands exploring every little part of your body until you were nothing more than a whimpering mess. 

There was a slight chance you had possibly underestimated how much Richie was into this because you wouldn't be leaving the bed anytime soon.

[fanficimagery]

Imagine being someone that the Gecko brothers attempt to take hostage. They don't expect you to be as calm and collected as you are, nor do they expect you to be anything other than human.

Gen Fic X Reader

Glancing at the three individuals who've dropped into the empty seats across from you, you smirk at the two men who immediately start making demands and threatening violence should you not cooperate with whatever they have planned.

"Is this meant to intimidate me?" You chuckle, leaning back in your seat and crossing one knee over the other as your arms cross over your chest. Your gaze quickly darts to the girl who looks no older than eighteen, nineteen at the most. "Are you trying to draw attention to the table, kid? Keep glancing nervously over your shoulder and someone's going to realize you're acting sketchy."

She guiltily turns forward once more, a blush staining her cheeks. "Dammit, Princess," the one man with tattoos visibly crawling up from under his shirt and onto his neck says. "Chill out. We got this handled."

"Dream on, pretty boy. You've got shit handled."

The telltale sound of a gun cocking echos from beneath the table. The man with glasses and slicked back hair raises an eyebrow at you. "You were saying?"

You roll your eyes and drop your hands into your lap. "Relax, boys. And lose the constipation face. We're all friends here. Sort of." You smirk ferally this time, your teeth a little more sharper than usual and the two men shift uncomfortably in their seats. "So who's hungry?"

"What?" The girl asks.

"Do.. you.. want.. food?" You enunciate slowly. "Because no offense, but you guys look like shit. And for three drifters such as yourselves, plus the way your boys immediately started demanding money, I'm assuming you're low on funds and decided to hit the first person who looked as if they came from money."

"You don't look like you come from money," Glasses says. "You do come from money. We've been watching."

Your smirk starts to widen again. "You've been watching? Well if you've been watching then you'd realize that no one messes with me. There's a reason for that."

"Yeah? And what's that?" The other male asks. The two men are rather cocky and their patience are starting to wear thin. The female, however, still seems a bit rattled.

Leaning forward in your seat, you rest your right arm on the table. "People like your brother call me la loba." Both men tense and you huff a laugh. "Do calm yourselves. Richie isn't the first generic vampire I've come across. Nor will he be the last."

"You know who we are?" The young girl asks.

"People like my brother?" Seth Gecko frowns.

"I am not a generic vampire." Richie Gecko scowls and you laugh again. "I'm a culebra. We're.. unique."

"Sure. Whatever makes you feel better." Then turning your attention to Seth, you say, "You didn't think I was human, did 'ya? I'd have been a fool to be human and be as calm as I am with your weapons trained on me under the table. Newsflash, boys, your bullets won't do much damage to me."

"But they will do damage."

"For a minute or so," you muse. "And then I'll only be in a pissed off mood." Glancing at the girl, you smile your first genuine smile. "To answer your question, I do know who you are. What you and the Geckos have been doing all around Mexico does not go unnoticed."

"Who the hell are you?" Seth then demands. "What are you?"

"That's a story.. to be shared over food. Now seriously," both your hands slap the table top and you push yourself to stand up and the three strangers all tense in surprise, "who's coming with me to get tacos? I'm not carrying back everyone's orders."

"Kate, go with her," Richie says.

"Like hell she will," Seth grumbles. "I'll go."

It takes the brothers only a few seconds to holster their weapons and for Seth to grumpily stand up. You grin at his mulish expression and then make your way towards a taco truck without offering him or his companions a backwards glance. You order three tacos, plus a lemonade, and then motion for Seth to order for his party all on you. He does and then after a tense fifteen minutes all your food and drinks are ready.

Opening one of your tacos, you drizzle some hot sauce in it before closing it back up and taking a bite. Then after washing it down with a sip of lemonade, you go on to tell them your story. "I grew up knowing about the supernatural. My family was known for.. hunting the bad ones," you say. "There's a certain breed of werewolf that the alpha's of that breed can turn a human with just a bite. It's fifty-fifty, really, because the bite can either turn your or kill you."

"And you, what? You were bitten?" Seth wonders around a mouthful of food.

"Not really." After eating a few more bites of your own, you continue. "It's also said that if an alpha's claw dig just deep enough, you can turn that way too. But that way of turning is really rare."

"Let me guess," Richie deadpans, "you were one of the rare occurrences?"

You wink at him. "Some alpha asshole ripped my throat out and then left me for dead. I would've woke up in the morgue, but some people who knew what was happening stole my body and left me to turn away from prying eyes. And now here I am. Still doing the family business with the added bonus of being a supernatural bad ass myself."

Kate frowns around her straw. "So you're a werewolf then? Does that make you an alpha too?"

"Oh no. I'm not really sure how everything works, but when you Turn.. your form reflects your inner self. There are a lot of creatures that fall under the were category."

"Yeah? And what's your inner self?" Seth asks.

"If you're lucky enough, lizard, you just might get to see for yourself."

The rest of the food is eaten in relative silence with the Gecko brothers still a little stiff. After everything is eaten and no one really knows what's going to happen next, you heave a little sigh and offer them an olive branch.

"Look. I know you guys are in some trouble what with who've you been freeing and killing. I know I'm only one person, but if you want.. I have a place you can crash at. It's a bit out of the way, so if anything happens then it can happen with as little causalities as possible."

"Why are you being so nice?" Kate wonders. "Seth and Richie didn't exactly start off on the right foot with you."

You shrug. "Honestly? Out of the four of us here at the table, you don't deserve to have to live your life looking over your shoulder. And I also might be a tad bit lonely. Because of who I am, people tend to stay away. I miss having someone to talk to."

"About that," Seth then pipes up. "What is la loba?"

"It's a myth," you chuckle. "It means she-wolf. Basically, la loba collects the bones of creatures from the desert and it's said her preference are wolves. And when she has the full skeleton of her wolf, she sings to it. She sings and sings until the skeleton regrows it's flesh and fur, and then the wolf leaps up and runs. Sometime during the run, the wolf transforms into a laughing woman who runs free into the sunset."

"Why you though? Why were you given the name?"

"Because I'm usually spotted in the desert either killing a rogue supernatural or running with nature's very own wolves in my own were-form. Some people have seen my shift from human to creature and just dubbed me with the name."

"So you don't bring to life skeletons?" Kate quietly asks. "Because that'd be pretty neat."

"If only," you smile gently. "Now.. who's ready to get going? I've had a tiring day and I need a shower."

Your house is big enough for several guests, but it's the compound behind your house that catches everyone's attention. After you had given everyone a brief run down of the bedrooms, bathrooms, and kitchen, the attention had been brought back to the building that sat at least half a football field behind your house.

"It's the playground," you tell them when Richie becomes curious. "Want to go see?"

Seth and Kate were hesitant, but tagged along anyway when you and Richie set out through the back door. You deactivated the alarm system and threw open the door, presenting the inside with a sweeping motion of your arm. Seth's eyes widen in shock.

"There's a gun range in the back," you say. "Up front is all the merchandise and you can test it out in the back. As long as you're here, I'll leave the alarm system off so you can come and go as you please."

"Holy shit," Richie breathes in awe.

"But you can start playing tomorrow. Tonight all of you need some rest because Seth and Kate are starting to smell sick."

"Smell sick? How can you even tell?" Seth huffs.

You tap the side of your nose. "Perks of being Other."

The brothers reluctantly leave your very own playground in favor of getting out of their rumpled clothing and into clean sleep clothes after showering. Kate immediately heads to bed, Seth lingers about, and Richie finds solace in your library as he skims through information about some of the supernatural creatures you've kept journals on. But fatigue eventually wins out and everyone heads off to bed.

Your guests have stayed for a week, basking in the freedom and quiet of not moving from place to place after realizing you had no ulterior motives. Though they definitely started off on the wrong foot with you, something about the three of them made the ache of loneliness in your chest ease just a bit. Hence the olive branch and chance of friendship.

Unfortunately, good luck is bound to run out.

And today is, unfortunately, that day.

Seth had taken Kate into town to grab some necessities the young girl suddenly found herself needing and they came speeding back down the private dirt road nearly two hours later.

You and Richie had thought nothing of it and entered the compound, only to have Seth and Kate rush in moments later- Kate looking rather shaken.

"We got company!" Seth shouts.

You and Richie freeze, and your grin turns into a frown at Kate trying to hug herself as she glances between everyone and unsure of what to do. "How many? And who?" You ask.

"Three cars followed us, but one car stopped and turned around after we turned down the dirt road to head here. My guess is culebras. They're the only assholes we've had problems with since escaping Mexico."

Your grin reappears. "Which means we've got two cars full of generic vampires who have no idea whose territory they just trespassed on. Ohhh, this is going to be fun." Richie and Seth stare at you as if seeing you for the first time, you then looking to Kate. "You comfortable with shooting a gun, kid?" She hesitates in answering and you gesture towards a hallway. "There's a panic room back there. Once the door is shut behind you, only you'll be able to open it from the inside. The code is written down and taped to the key pad. Don't come out until you see the fight is over on the cameras."

Glancing at the brothers for permission or whatever, Kate only leaves when Seth gives her a nod. Then cracking your neck, you turn towards the opened doors of the compound. "So what's the deal? Why are they really after you guys?" You ask as you await the inevitable fight.

The brothers hesitate before Richie sighs. "Kate is the key to finding a blood well full with ancient blood. All the culebras want to claim it as their own and everyone knows that to get it, they need Kate."

"So protect the girl. Got it," you nod. You shift your feet so they’re shoulder width apart and rotate your shoulders to loosen some of the tension. Seth produces a gun from the back waist band of his pants and fixes his own stance, readying himself for a fight.

Figure after figure enter and eight hissing generic vampires form a half circle in front of you and the Geckos. Your gaze darts from one figure to the next, your eyes narrowing on the one brave idiot who steps forward and hisses.

"Where's the girl?"

"Fuck off."

"What girl?" You shrug innocently. "I'm the only girl here." The culebras hiss in annoyance and you smirk.

"Keep your mouth shut, bitch, or we'll take you along with little miss cherry pie."

Their leering smiles and mocking chuckles makes you tense and see red. Richie hisses from beside you and you don't need to look at him to know he's transformed, and Seth takes aim with his gun. Your smirk slowly fades. "Wrong answer."

The culebras bravely step forward, Seth fires off two rounds, and you bend at the knees.. your own transformation happening within a second as you let out a heart stopping roar. Given the sudden quietness, plus the wide eyed stares and Seth's mumbled, "What the fuck?", you know what you look like to them. Your normal human flesh is now tinged dark gray and lighter gray in places, the whites of your eyes have turned black while the irises now shine a molten green, the bones in the middle of your forehead have shifted and changed to give your face a more animalistic quality, your fingernails have elongated into claws, and your four canine teeth have elongated drastically.

"La loba," one of the culebra murmurs. "She's real."

"No shit, asshole. And you just trespassed onto my land."

Silence reigns, and off in the distance wolves howling and coyotes yipping distract the now uncertain culebras. You give no warning as you rush forward, swinging one arm back and slashing your first victim diagonally from shoulder to hip. You use your claws to stab and slash, roaring your anger and relishing in the fact that the power in your voice is enough to make the culebras stumble. Seth is firing off round after round while Richie goes toe to toe with a culebra of his own.

All too soon, though, the fight is over.

Chest heaving with exertion, it takes a moment for you to get your bearings. Your eyes dart all over the room and you must be a sight to behold because the Gecko brothers tense when you shift in their direction.

"Y/N?" Richie says.

You growl in response. You can feel the blood splatter dripping from your chin and finger nails, but the thrill of the fight is still thrumming in your veins and you're finding it hard to shift back at the moment.

"You good?" Seth asks, eyes narrowed.

Gulping, you nod once. "Yeah." You inhale deeply before blowing it out slowly. "Yeah. Just.. I'm on edge. I'll change back when I'm ready. Kate's good to come out if she wants to. I don't hear anyone else on my property and I'm under control. None of you have anything to fear from me."

A moment passes and then Kate's scent is filling your senses. Your gaze darts to her as she rushes passed you to reach Seth and Richie, and you offer her a faint grin. Slowly, but surely, you can feel the change washing over your.

"Seeing someone change never gets old," Seth mumbles. Richie snorts in response. "What exactly are you?"

"I'm a jaguar," you say, grinning. "Much cooler than a measly werewolf."

The coyotes and wolves are still howling and yipping in the distance, and the three standing before you seem to finally recognize it and become wary. "I know you said that la loba was a myth, but what's up with that?" Richie asks.

You shrug. "I don't have any control over them, but we do understand each other. People like to shoot them for fun or for their fur and I put a stop to it. In return, when I howl, they answer. It's like.."

"A pack," Kate says, smiling. "Your very own pack."

"I guess you can say that." The tension seems to leave everyone and you all linger about, glancing at the bodies littering the floor. "So I'm in desperate need of a bath," you mention. "And afterward I think we need to all sit down and talk about what the hell is going on. I'm not too keen on these generic fucks," you say while distractedly kicking a body, "hunting down a teenage girl. That doesn't sit right with me."

"You and me both," Seth grumbles.

"Mhm. So we need to come up with a plan. That third car that fled with tell others where Kate is laying low at, so either culebras will test their luck and come in droves or my presence might actually be enough to keep those who know me at bay."

"I don't want to be a burden," Kate softly says. "You've been more than kind to let us stay-"

"And I'll continue to be more than kind and teach you how to defend yourself," you cut her off, smiling. "If you’re going to run with the Gecko's, you really need to know how to handle a weapon, kid. Okay?"

"I.. okay," Kate agrees, a bit sheepishly.

"Okay. But first.. shower! You boys," you then say, pointing between Seth and Richie, "clean the place up. I got the most kills so I get to skip out."

You leave without a backwards glance, but throw your head back in laughter when you hear Seth sigh and mumble, "Dick.", under his breath.

Later on when you go back to check, you smile when you realize they’ve sterilized the entire front room of the compound where the blood bath had taken place.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Goodbye My Lover

Part Four

Other Parts | Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Quick link to my masterlist in case you want to read more of my crap 😬

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.

[labyrinth-of-thoughts]

I NEED MORE RICHIE GECKO X READER FIC!!!

[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.”

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Burn It Down (Gecko Brothers)

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Her eyes were glued to the TV. The Gecko brothers were on a rampage. Nobody was safe from them. They had lost their Uncle. They were on the run from the FBI. Reports were filling up every news station about the notorious murderous Gecko brothers. 

She had known them since they were kids. She knew about their rough childhood. Y/n had loved Uncle Eddie like he was her family too. She was there to see so much of the bullshit the both of them had to go through. And it was killing her that they were in this much pain and taking it out on the world. 

The sound of her phone ringing caused her to jump. Scrambling off her couch, Y/n hurried over to the counter where her cell phone was sitting. She saw Richie’s name flashing across her screen. 

“Richie,” Y/n breathed out with a sigh of relief. 

“Where are you?” Richie asked. 

“Home. Watching the chaos that you and Seth are creating,” Y/n told him. 

“I need you to pack and go,” Richie told her. 

“Now wait, Richie,” Y/n began to argue. 

“Get out of the city tonight. I’m burning it to the ground,” Richie snarled.

Y/n sighed. 

“I mean it. We’re taking this whole city down. We want you out of here,” Richie said. 

Y/n could hear Seth in the background yelling for her to listen to his brother.

“And what if I don’t leave? Huh? This is my home,” Y/n told him. 

“For the love of god woman, go,” Richie snarled. 

“Richie, I can’t,” Y/n countered. 

“Y/n, I love you. I have always loved you and I don’t want you to die here,” Richie said. 

“Then come here. Come get me and let’s leave this city together. We can start a new life somewhere that doesn’t know you,” Y/n pleaded with him. 

Richie laughed. “Sweetheart, I’m all over the news we’ll never be able to live a safe life together,”

“We can run! To Canada. Mexico. Anywhere. Please, Richie, please,” Y/n started to cry. 

“God, I wished I would have told you all of this before,” Richie said. 

“Richie, I have loved you since I was thirteen years old. Please, don’t make me watch you die on national TV,” Y/n said. 

“Y/n, sweetheart, I love you. Thank you for always taking care of Seth and I. You were our best and only true friend. Thank you for everything you’ve ever done for us,” Richie said. 

“Don’t, Richie, don’t do this,” Y/n said. 

“Do what?” Richie asked. 

“Don’t say goodbye to me. Not now, not after all of this. You don’t get to tell me that you loved me and then leave me!” Y/n shouted into the phone. 

Richie sighed. “Please get out of the city,”

“Richie,” Y/n snapped. 

“Goodbye sweetheart, I love you,” Richie said before hanging up.

Y/n screamed and threw her phone across the room. 

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Seth Gecko x Reader

AN: This is my first time writing for From Dusk til Dawn. This a Seth Gecko x Reader, she does have a name and I did have Elizabeth Olsen in my mind as Serena. But you can picture yourself as the reader since I didn't go into much detail describing her. Also do not steal the gif. I made it!

Loud knocking at her door woke Serena up from a deep sleep, rolling over, the numbers on the digital clock on her nightstand showed one am. As the knocking became more excessive, Serena hurried to the front door, baseball bat in hand. A gift from her dad during her former high school baseball days.

Peering through the peephole Serena was able to barely make out two figures.

"Sissy, open up!"

Serena rolled her eyes at that stupid nickname for her, only one person on the planet called her that. Placing the baseball bat down she unlocked her front door.

"It's one in the morning, Richie. What the hell happen to a phone call or a text?"

"It was kind of last minute,"

"Are you two done talking? I'm bleeding here."

Seth made his way into Serena's house shutting the door with his good arm, wincing as he jostled his bad arm. That's when she noticed the blood dripping down his arm. Serena went into the bathroom grabbing the first aid kit under the sink.

"Sit." Serena ordered Seth pointing to an empty kitchen chair.

Seeing that she had everything handled Richie went off to sleep in one of the guest rooms. Serena was wishing he hadn't left she didn't really want to be alone with Seth.

Opening the first aid kit Serena grabbed what she needed. Walking over to the sink she grabbed a bowl filling it with cold water and a hand towel. Washing her hands, she could feel Seth's eyes on the back of her head.

Walking back over to him Serena got a good look at the deep cut on his arm. Thankfully it wasn't bleeding as bad as it looked. Wringing the excess water she gently dabbed at the cut.

"Fuck-" Seth hissed, as the cold water touched his skin.

"Don't be such a baby,"

Seth looked at Serena seeing a small smirk playing on her lips. "She speaks," he quipped.

Serena pressed the cloth harder making Seth let out a string of curses. "I was just fine sleeping in my bed until you and Richie woke me up."

"I didn't want to get you involved but Richie suggested it."

"How nice of him," Serena snapped sarcastically. "Your brother thought of me but you didn't."

Seth ran a hand down his face, sighing heavily. "I'm sorry for leaving you but you deserved better."

Serena blinked back tears, she was not going to cry over Seth Gecko at almost two in the morning. Placing the now bloodied towel in the bowl, Serena grabbed the ointment and bandaid off the table finishing fixing up Seth's arm. 

"Rena-"

Serena dropped the bowl heavily in the sink, "You're an idiot. When did you get to make my choices for me." She turned around bumping into Seth who had moved from his chair.

"I'm sorry-"

"You left me! Four fucking years Seth! No phone call, nothing! You could of died and I would have never known."

Fuck, she was definitely crying now. Serena was taken by surprise when Seth hugged her, not caring that his arm hurt like hell.

"This doesn't mean I forgive you,"

"I know," He said still holding her tight.