#robber au

[denim-devil]

Rage | Robber!Frank Castle x Male!R

Summary - The burley “punisher” known for his menacing presence and crimes happened to stumble by your home…

A/N - A simple thought that became something more then it should of, although this has been sat in my drafts for weeks now, I just decided to leave it open, maybe a PT 2 if yall are interested idk…

The night was young.

You sigh, scribbling down notes, anything that came to mind to help with the current case “Murdock and Nelson” was handling.

A series of break-in’s littered the papers of Hell’s kitchen, the bastard had managed to wriggle himself from the grips of the N.Y.P.D, stalking the shadows of the night for his next victim.

Flopping back into your chair, the cushions helped relieve the strain between your shoulder blades from standing a while, bending over the desk that currently wasn’t visible, messy crumbled up balls of paper and yellow documents detailing the certain aspects fitting the onslaught of crime covering the varnished service.

The cool breeze of the city left you shivering and alone reminding you that the law firm you happened to call home for past couple of months was your intake of madness and the decent into a spiralling well of secludedness, you hadn’t had the time to truly enjoy the character Hell’s Kitchen was and will remain.

Once clasping the window shut, you stand, rubbing at your eyes, the tiredness that stuck to them like honey grew thick yet withstand-able, it was if the city was listening, creeping and sauntering, figuring you out, a loud clunk echo’s through your apartment, ringing from wall to wall.

You had guessed it was the stormy weather outside but curiosity killed the cat…didn’t it?

“Fuck-“

Ushering out profanities was your way of coping, taking course of a few steps, gradually making your way to the wooden frame of the door consoling the running thoughts swirling around in your fuzzy brain, you still before turning the bitter-cold handle.

It wasn’t a shock, it almost felt real, more then anything you had witnessed over the past coming months, there he stood, a tall burley man, broad shoulders and toned physique, dressed in all black and a ski mask to cover his identity.

Silence fell over the room but his confidence stood proud, his muscular arms falling to his side underneath the dim light the outside street lamps provided.

“I don’t want any trouble sir-“

You tremble at the thought of becoming his next victim, although he hadn’t killed, the offer still loomed over you like his figure. It wasn’t immediate but you had guessed something within him flicked like a light switch, he placed the bag he managed to fill with stolen goods, your goods, on the floor with the same clunk from before, moving himself closer until he began to invade your space.

“What…do-“

With the incapacity to speak, you stumble back into the wall, his brown hazel’s staring deeply, trying to figure you out. He huffed before licking at his dry lips, closing in on you like an animal with it’s prey, trapping you from a potential exit.

At first he huffed and puffed like the big bad wolf, eyes twitching and lips still, as intimidating as he was, curiosity did infact kill the cat. You waited, keeping your eyes trained on his own, watching for anything.

“You’re a little to curious for your own good”

His voice was low and growly like the worn-down roads of New York City, a shiver ran down the edge of your spine, tingly yet comforting, almost riveting. Although you had no plan of escape nor defense, you melt into the wall keeping you up right, he eyed you up, almost checking to see if you fit the checkbox he had granted himself.

“Are you saying…I gotta be careful from now on?”

You question, hands glued by your sides whilst his block you against the structure of the room. This wasn’t how you expected it to go nor is it how you expected him to be, in ways he seemed softer, almost sweet like your favourite candy dissolving on the tip of your tongue.

He nods confidently, quicker then you would have liked. You can’t help the shakes the ran through your body like a tumble dryer and clothes, eager to figure out what it was that he so desired from you but also to terrified to even speak another word.

“There’s a bad guy out there, he could hurt you, y’know?”

Was it a threat? Or was he simply taking his time? His voice had managed to make you calmer, although being the aggressor, you couldn’t help but reach out, placing a hand on his hard chest, trying anything to communicate.

“Please- please I don’t want this, I-“

Worrisome pleas seemed to do nothing as he stood, still blocking you. The glint in his eyes had changed from dangerous to lustrous within seconds as if he wasn’t here to steal anything but your innocence.

“Don’t you think you could learn a lesson or two?”

A warm hand cups the base of your throat, tightening until your breathing was short-circuited, restricting each intake until you faced him, watching as he tugged a smile onto his plump lips.

Pressing forward, you allow your hand to drop from his chest, his overwhelming presence shifting until his warm breath began to fan against the shell of your ear.

“Never disturb a man whilst he’s at work…”

He presses more firmly with his hand this time making you gasp, choking on the air that seemed to be invading the small space in your lungs. He chuckles before pulling away, essentially playing with his meat, doing everything and anything in his power to make you dumb and nonchalant.

“I- please”

Your ache prolonged, blossoming as you grew harder, he was tall, practically looming over you, closing in and eventually overshadowing you from the light, his burly body blocking you in. A single hand of his cup at one your cheeks, his thumb trailing against your bottom lip in attempts to quieten you.

“God your sweet ain’t ya…”

His mouth was vulgar, his smile stretching as you accept the thumb into your mouth, tongue rolling against the thick digit. Frank could feel himself twitch, it was unusual for his nightly escapades to go like this, it was uncommon for someone to be so inviting, non the less he was entirely enticed by the whole ordeal.

You groan once he pushes deeper, jabbing the palette of your throat causing you gag, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. He couldn’t deny how pretty you were like this which pushed him to pull his now slick digit back with a pop.

Frank doesn’t fight the urge to dip his head low enough to connect your lips, locking you within a searing kiss, one that left you both hungry for more. His tongue, long and wet, rolled smoothly against your own, the material of his disguise rubbing against your upper lip and the tip of your nose, giving enough friction to calm the storm.

It’s chaste and sweet much like he was trying to seduce you which had worked a little to well considering how dumb and weak you had gotten from one touch, one look.

Pulling away with a quick press of his lips, he looks hungrily downward, lips slightly red and lick from the sloppy snog. Still leaning one muscular arm against the wall just to the right above your head, he leans further into you, pressing all of his weight against your front.

That’s when you had felt it, thick and plump underneath his black cargo’s, he settled against your own slowly growing bulge, the continuous roll of his hips relieving the ache as you sigh, practically falling into his chest.

“Just one touch and yer’ dumb for me, for it, come on, show me what i’m missin’ sweetheart”

His hands wrap around your waist once he pulls away, just enough to softly throw you onto the sheets of your bed, his talented hands make quick work of your night shorts and boxers, his eagerness prevailing once they fall into a pool on the carpet.

You hiss when the cold air hits your now oversensitive tip which dripped copious amounts of pre, Frank noticed with a deep chuckle, strong hands pushing up your legs with no resistance as he settles on his knees, hot breath fanning against the back of your thighs.

He takes note of your pale pink hole, salivating at the thought of finally planting his face between the two pert globes you had offered up.

“There he is- fuck look at that”

He wouldn’t ever admit just how hard you had got him, you we’re pretty, a little to pretty, maybe ditzy and a little stupid for letting someone as dangerous as him touch you in ways that had you clutching at the sheets.

“Sir- I can’t, need you-“

Is all you could mutter passed pressed lips, it had been so long, to long since the last time you had gotten intimate with someone, this one took the cake, it was all kinds of strange, only taking note of features shown, the way his eyes had changed to a dark shade of lust, how his lips softly pressed dirty chaste kisses to the skin of your under thighs…why was this happening, you were suppose to help catch the bastard, not fall into bed with him.

“Say that again- wanna hear yer’ beg”

Each kiss led lower until he settled just above your hole, pressing two rough, sloppy kisses to the puckered skin surrounding it, he wanted to hear just how eager you were to finally have him, to finally allow him to dissect you like a butterfly, clip the wings and make you his own.

“Please- I need you, anything-“

He tuts before chuckling one more, the huff of hot breath settling over the coolness of your hole, without any thought, you sink back into the sheets before reaching for the top of his head, with a surge of confidence, you smush his face between your cheeks as he spreads them, feeling him smirk against you was everything, but the long lap, from balls, taint to hole was much more.

He had witnessed the case file you had on him, guessed you were some sort of lawyer working for murdock, it just fuelled his fire, his urge to take control, make you forget, make you understand that he is the man you should fear, but the man you should come running to, it had his dick jump with joy, you were easy but he liked that.

He lapped and lathed at your hole dirtily like some pornstar, eager to uncover the very thing he craved. You could feel the once more slobber roll down from his tongue to your balls, dripping onto the carpet below, shivering in his hold, you begin to push back, wiggling against his face as he noses at your wet clutch.

The tips of two fingers were present, pushing into you alongside his tongue like butter, no resistance, just pure admiration and pleasure, allowing the stranger to ruin your hole, lavish licks and darts of his tongue had you quivering around the intrusion, his fingers smashing in and outwards, scissoring them apart to prepare you for the oncoming assault.

“So easy, just wanna be used? Yer’ that hungry for me? yer’ been stalking me for months and here I am…using yer’ like a damn whore…what would Murdock and Co. think of yer’ spread out and whining for the biggest criminal in Hell’s Kitchen?”

You whimpered at the thought, almost driving you over the edge. He was vulgar and dirty with his words and his tone, deep and low, almost making you dizzy along side the third digit slipping inside, burying themselves to the knuckle making your cock jump.

He smirks against your hole before giving it a few final laps. He pulls them away, standing to glare down at your fucked out features.

“Somethin’ tells me yer’ like the sound of that hmm?”

You watch attentively as his fingers work to unclasp his belt, whipping it off. He unfastens the button, watching as his cargo’s pool around his ankles before kicking them off along with his boxers.

His cock slaps up into his abdomen with a sharp thud. You glare at it, taking it in, judging it harshly. He was big, big enough to leave an impression, he was girthy and long, thick from base to tip, his head an angry shade of red, his balls resting heavily between his thighs, the light shedding of hair framing the beauty.

“Don’t think yer’ gettin’ outta this boy, yer’ gonna take it like the pretty little thing yer’ are”

Peeling off his long sleeved t-shirt, you glaze amongst the muscles that bulged, his physique was godly, heavenly, everything that had your body spreading automatically to give him the space to slot between your legs, kneeling on the edge of the bed.

“Fuck- you look-“

Your words were slight encouragement to Frank as he dipped, still the Ski-mask stayed, secreting his identy, you could still kiss him, sloppy and rough. Whining into the kiss notified Frank of your eagerness, so much so, without warning he pressed the spongy head of his cock against your rim, practically asking for permission.

Breaking the kiss had you back to reality, but it was to late, you mumbled a sharp “yes” allowing him to enter, pushing into your sloppy, slick hole with resistance. You both moan in unison as Frank pushes the air out of your lungs, pushing each inch inward until he sheathed himself fully, now resting against you.

“Atta boy, all the way in with no complanin’, yer’ such a pretty boy ain’t yer’, taking me in all the way like a professional-“

You flutter against him as his arms throw your legs up, pushing them against your stomach giving him enough space to settle just above you, his lips kissing at your jaw, nibbling on the skin as he pulls out, pushing back in slowly to allow you to adjust.

How were you going to explain the current set of events to the law firm and two of the closest men to you, Matthew Murdock and Foggy Nelson, the intimacy of your thoughts only lead you to believe that this would put you at risk…of wanting more.

[kjack89]

If you're still taking Spotify requests: E/R for which ever song is your favorite that ISNT a repeat from last year. (Or Taylor Swift. My coworker has been over playing Midnights in the office and I'm so sick of it atm.)

Oh man, this was a hard song to pick, because I love so many songs on this playlist (obviously, or they wouldn't be in my top 100!). In the end, I went with the song that I have loved the longest, the one that I used to ask my father to play whenever he drove, like, 4-year-old me anywhere because the album this was on was one of the cassette tapes he had in his car.

Well, it was this album or Enya, and sadly Orinoco Flow didn't make my top 100 for some reason.

87. "The Ballad of Billy the Kid" by Billy Joel

It's a Western AU. Because why the hell not at this point.

The night was quiet and peaceful, its stillness broken only by the gentle crackle of the dying fire and the ubiquitous chirp of crickets, but Enjolras couldn’t seem to enjoy it, his own ears still ringing with the sounds of chaos from earlier.

As a general rule, Enjolras didn’t like robbing trains. Too high a possibility of innocent people being hurt or recognizing one of Les Amis, defeating the purpose of how they handled their robberies, and besides, word of mouth spread faster when robbing banks.

But when Combeferre got reliable word that the Corinthe, headed from back east out to the west coast, was carrying a stash of money belonging to none other than F. H. Tholomyès himself, one of the wealthiest and most exploitative robber barons the West had ever seen, Enjolras knew that not even he could pass up this opportunity.

Which was how Les Amis had found themselves that morning perched along the train tracks, guns and horses at the ready. As they waited for the train to round the bend in the tracks, Enjolras could not help but share a few words, knowing they would never have another opportunity like this one. “Gentlemen,” he started, sweeping his hat off his head to catch their attention, “where are we going?”

To his right, crouched behind a rocky outcropping, Courfeyrac muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, “For Christ’s sake,” but Enjolras ignored him, instead glancing around at their compatriots.

Joly sheepishly raised a hand. “Are we going to the train?” he asked, barely managing to hide his smile as Grantaire and Bossuet sniggered on either side.

Enjolras’s eyes narrowed, and Joly’s smile disappeared. “Yes,” Enjolras said, with a bite of impatience. “We’re going to the train just as we are going to the future. And what we do here today is in service of all people. Gentlemen, we are no mere robbers—”

“We do not steal for riches,” Bahorel recited in what was clearly meant to be an undertone but carried a little too well.

“We do not steal for glory,” Feuilly added, a grin twitching at the corners of his mouth as Prouvaire chimed in, with the cadence of an orator, “Thievery, I hate you, but I make use of you—”

“—For by stealing this money, so too do we steal our future from those who would keep it from us,” Bahorel, Feuilly and Prouvaire finished in unison, and Enjolras glowered at them.

Grantaire cleared his throat. “Maybe if you didn’t use the same speech at the start of every robbery—” he started, but Enjolras ignored him, barreling stubbornly onward.

“We are advancing the unity of man,” he said through gritted teeth. “The common man out from under the thumb of the rich, that is the goal. And whatever happens here today, through our failure or through our success, we are creating an alternative to those who think there’s no other way to live.”

He glanced at Combeferre on his left, who also looked a little like he was trying not to smile, and Enjolras scowled. He was saved from saying anything by the train finally rounding the tracks, and instead jammed his hat on his head before he raised his voice to shout, “Courage, and onward!”

From there, things had devolved into the usual controlled chaos that was the undercurrent of every robbery they had ever done, all leading to this moment camped out by the fire, their afternoon’s takings – even more than Enjolras had hoped – in a series of nondescript bags to be tied to a horse’s saddle. 

As much as Enjolras disliked robbing trains, he disliked the aftermath of a robbery even more. He could never find a way to calm himself after the excitement, always ready to move onto the next. He reckoned it was part of what made him so successful, even if it meant always feeling a little like an outsider as his friends traded jokes and stories around the campfire as he brooded on their next plan.

Still, there was nothing else for it, and with a sigh, he sat upright, grabbing his hat from on top of his saddle and placing it on his head before standing. He bent to pick up the saddle, carrying it over to his horse, Mabeuf, who was drowsily grazing where he was picketed. “Sorry for the early morning, boy,” he murmured, rubbing the horse’s neck before lifting the saddle onto his back.

A similar movement caught the corner of his eye and he immediately turned, his hand automatically falling to the pistol at his hip. He relaxed when he saw it was just Grantaire tending to his own horse.

The relaxation was short-lived, seeing as how Grantaire had never been an early riser and had managed to drink enough whiskey to drown a lesser man, and Enjolras’s eyes narrowed. “What’re you doing?”

Grantaire didn’t even glance over at him, adjusting the saddle with a practiced eye. “What’s it look like I’m doing?”

Enjolras scowled. “Looks like you’re packing up.”

Now Grantaire did look over at him, a small smile creasing his face. “I always knew you were more than a pretty face.”

Enjolras crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Why are you packing up?” he asked, ignoring Mabeuf nudging his shoulder in search of an apple or sugar cube.

Grantaire shrugged. “Because I’m going.”

“Going where?” Enjolras ground out. No one managed to irritate him quite like Grantaire did.

Grantaire shrugged again, squinting out at the horizon where the first hint of light was just beginning to break. “Well, now, that’s a good question,” he said easily. “Not sure yet.”

Enjolras sighed. “You know you can’t come with me.”

“I do,” Grantaire said.

Enjolras scowled. “You know why we do it like this.”

“Hasn’t changed.”

“Grantaire.” They’d had this argument so many times before that Enjolras really only needed to say Grantaire’s name in that tone for them to both know exactly how this would play out, just as it had every time before. It was as familiar to them as the sun rising over the plains, and almost as comforting in a strange way, as if a mission wasn’t complete without its familiar cadence.

Which was why Enjolras kept his tone calm but firm in the explanation he’d given a hundred times before. “I’m the one who has to go,” he told Grantaire. “We do the job, I split off with the money and distribute it to where it needs to go. That way, I draw all the attention to myself, and let you all get away. No one ever suspects you. You can’t be implicated.”

They hadn’t always done it this way, but after the first posse got together to track them down, Enjolras had insisted on the change, had insisted that everyone else cover their faces so that the only one anyone ever got a good look at was him.

There was a reason Les Amis wasn’t well known throughout the West, and it wasn’t because they weren’t damn good at what they did – it’s because to every sheriff from the Mississippi to the Rio Grande, they were known as Apollo the Kid and his Gang.

He didn’t need to remind Grantaire of that, though – Grantaire knew. Even in the dim light of the dying fire, Enjolras could see a muscle working in Grantaire’s cheek. “That is indeed the plan.”

Enjolras suddenly found he couldn’t quite meet Grantaire’s eye, and so busied himself with Mabeuf’s bridle. “Which is why you can’t come with me,” he said, his voice rough.

“You already said that,” Grantaire said, matching his tone. “I ain’t deaf.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Enjolras shot back.

Grantaire scowled at him. “Listen, the job’s done, right? So there’s no need for me to stay. Way I see it, I’m free to go.”

Enjolras jerked a shrug. “I guess.”

“You guess?” Grantaire repeated. “And here I thought freedom was the entire point of what we were doing here.” He paused before adding pointedly, “Isn’t it?”

Enjolras rolled his eyes. “Of course, but that’s not—”

Grantaire gave him a look. “Ain’t you the one who keeps saying that the working people need to unite because the only thing we have to lose is our reins?”

“Chains, but—”

“Then let a man pack his horse in peace,” Grantaire finished.

Enjolras scowled. “Fine, if you’ll answer me one question.”

“What’s that?” Grantaire asked, not looking over at him.

“Why’d you suddenly decide to pack up now when I started to?”

Something that might’ve been a smile twitched at the corners of Grantaire’s mouth. “Coincidence.”

Enjolras’s eyes narrowed. “Helluva coincidence.”

“Sure is.”

Still, despite himself, despite everything, Enjolras had to admit that packing up seemed to go faster with Grantaire at his side. Or at the very least, it seemed just a little bit less lonely.

When they were both packed – and the money they’d stolen carefully stashed in Enjolras’s saddlebags – Enjolras pulled himself onto his horse, glancing over at Grantaire. “You heading out?”

“Yessir,” Grantaire said, patting his horse’s neck as he added in an attempt at casual, “Which way are you headed?”

Enjolras jerked his chin toward the horizon. “West.”

Grantaire nodded slowly. “Well, whaddya know,” he said. “So am I.”

Enjolras just shook his head. “Coincidence?” he asked wryly. 

Grantaire half-smiled. “Sure is.”

Just as the packing was less lonely with Grantaire by his side, so was the ride. It was early enough that neither man worried too much about anyone else being on the road, though both kept a weather eye out, just in case.

But the ride in comfortable silence could only last for so long, and eventually, Enjolras reined his horse to a stop, Grantaire stopped as well. Enjolras nodded to the fork in the road up ahead. “This is where we part ways,” he said, a note of warning in his voice.

Grantaire’s expression was unreadable. “If you say so.”

“I do,” Enjolras said with conviction. He hesitated before adding, “Thank you for coming all this way with me—”

“It was nothing,” Grantaire interrupted. “I was headed this way anyway.”

Enjolras managed a small smile. “Coincidence.”

Grantaire smiled as well. “Well, something like that, anyway.”

Enjolras nodded, something sharpening in his expression. “Just like it’s coincidence how you always seem to be headed my way after every robbery,” he said lightly.

Grantaire’s smile faded, and he shrugged. “Ain’t the world a remarkable place,” he said noncommittally.

“I suppose it is.” Enjolras glanced over at him. “Where are you headed now?”

Grantaire shrugged again. “Oh, here, there, and around,” he said, purposefully vague, but Enjolras didn’t miss the way his hand twitched toward his gun in its holster. “Got some business to keep an eye on.”

Enjolras frowned. “You know I don’t need you to protect me,” he said bluntly, tired of playing this little game every single time.

To his surprise, Grantaire barked a laugh before running a hand across his mouth. “Enjolras, you don’t need me for a damn thing.”

“I don’t know that I’d go quite that far,” Enjolras said before he could stop himself, and he quickly looked away, feeling the back of his neck burn despite being protected by his hat. “In any case, I’ll, uh, I’ll see you at the rendezvous.”

Grantaire nodded. “Yessir.” He kneed his horse forward, ostensibly toward the fork Enjolras wasn’t taking, then paused, turning back to face him. “Oh, and Enjolras?”

“Yeah?”

Grantaire raised his chin just slightly. “Anytime you want it to be something other than a coincidence, all you have to do is say the word.”

Enjolras’s throat felt tight. “I know,” he said, his voice low.

For a moment, it looked like Grantaire might say something more, but instead he just touched the brim of his hat before kneeing his horse forward again. Enjolras watched him go before starting forward once again, alone.

[chrisrin]

HE'S GONNA STEAL--NOT JUST YOUR HEART--BUT EVERYTHING YOU OWN AS WELL!!!

[blue-sunflower-bee]

Securitywaiter fandom!

Consider this... I NEED this Ness

With this Mike

Aka "Clumsy detective x even clumsier robber that is followed by bad luck"

[sunibits]

I’ve noticed that there’s not many comedic aus so I introduce to you the cops and robbers au

If you can even call it an au

It’s literally just comical goofy silly shenanigans that happen in this au and I love it

[puppetmaster13u]

Hey

If I were to do a map call for dragon batman/gotham, would anyone be interested in that?

[no-ditches-no-bitches]

*Bailey is perching on his lil rooftop as usual, when he sees Ditch for the first time. His first reaction is to investigate, just based on how suspicious he was being. The red boy prepared to jump down, just in case.*

((aw shit he boutta get jumped fr 😔💔))

Ditch is just one his way home, I guess?? Secretly hurdling at least 10 dollars in his pockets and under his hat.

[diddlydarndoodles]

AU where Basil, Sunny and Mari are stuck in a timeloop and in order to break it Basil has to choose which of the siblings will die

[mint-flavoredd]

♣️♥️Flash your Cards rom-com movie cover + doodles!! definitely give it a read!!!♦️♠️

[osplague]

Late night modern AU sketching

Thirst trap Dismas suffers modern consequences

no text version for all the non-reybabys ;)

[tanked-up]

That one Robbers AU

-GhostSoap

When they try and heist a bank together >>

[muserepeats]

Love Interruption, Chapter 4:

We'll Make It An Island

“So, what’s next? One last score?” Lexi asked playfully. Maybe if she made him comfortable, he’d confess a hint on where to find him. “Will you retire to some island?” 

“I’m partial to the countryside. Been thinking I might wanna be a farmer, get some chickens, cows, goats." He paused to hear her laughter. Another sound he would like to get used to. "But if you want an island, we’ll make it an island.” 

“What do you mean we’ll make it an island?” 

**Fezco x Lexi Cops and Robbers/Out of Sight AU**

[blue-sunflower-bee]

"Detective?"

It was funny.

He'd grown so accustomed to that title that he had almost forgotten his name.

Not that this would make a difference. He had lost his sense of self years ago.

Years ago he had been a person with naive dreams and hopes, who was sunny and warm, open like an old book.

He had been a man with a name and a story.

Now he was just the Detective.

Soooo... I actually started to write that Cop x robber AU for securitywaiter?

Here's a little teaser, because I probably wont be able to post ot very soon because my time and energy is currently very limited and...i loterally have so many AUs and stories going on at this point I'm a bit...lost?

I hope you guys tune in when i get to post it!

This had been a random idea I just wanted to llay with for a bit, but I actually have some prettg interesting ideas that mixes what happened at Freddy's and the events of Escape the night and what has happened to the Detective a bit...I guess?

And funny how I said i wanted to get away from the angst now I'm just gonna pour all the angst on Ness for this one. Sorry pookie!

Hope you all get savely into 2024, and with that I wish you a wonderful new year!

See you soon

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Day 5 - Held at Gunpoint/Hostage

I couldn't help myself at this point. Starting a new little thing for whumptober!! New little mini-series!

Ping list: @ailesswhumptober and @whumperofworlds

TWs: hostage situation, guns, robbery, kidnapping, threats of collars

Maybe his mom was right, Mariano thought. Maybe bad things did happen in threes. At this point, it was almost funny.

He felt the hard metal press to the side of his head and took a deep breath. If he walked out of this bank alive he'd have quite a story for his therapist. "All you have to do is relax and do what I say, and you'll be fine." The man said. "I don't wanna hurt you."

"I understand." Mariano said. His heart was racing as the man looped an arm around his neck. At least, Mariano thought, if the guy had a shaky trigger finger then it wouldn't be his problem for very long.

"I've got you big guy. Just don't do anything stupid." The robber said, calling back towards his partners. "Hurry the fuck up, Tommy, the police are probably just a minute or two away!"

"Jasper--you fucking took a hostage?"

"I need to make sure the guards don't do anything stupid!"

"Well now he's coming with us, since we're gonna get charged with kidnapping anyway!"

Mariano felt himself get tugged along. "Actually, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't get kidnapping if you just let me go now--" He tried before Jasper, the one with the arm around his neck, tightened his hold to cut him off.

"Shut up." He snarled into Mariano's ear. They hauled him to the back, through the emergency exit, and towards a little sedan with someone already sitting in the front seat. He was shoved inside and onto the floorboards, and Jasper climbed inside, one foot planted on his upper back and one on his thigh.

The driver sent the car screeching out onto the street and Mariano grimaced as they lurched and swung around. They didn't know how to handle a car with an engine like this one--it'd be a miracle if they didn't fishtail at least once. At least if they crashed, he wouldn't go through the windshield.

"What're we even gonna do with him?" The driver barked. "Kill him? Because I'm not about to do that."

"If anyone kills me you'll all be charged with murder." Mariano spoke up. "Even if you didn't kidnap me to kill me. You might get lucky and get second degree with a plea deal though."

"I'm not about to be charged with any degree of murder!" The driver squawked, throwing the car into a turn too quickly. Mariano felt the chassis roll and threaten to tip over. "You fucking idiots, why didn’t you just leave him?!"

"I tried!" Tommy shouted, his voice filling the small space. "Jasper fucked us!"

"Shut up!" Jasper shouted louder. He pressed down on Mariano's back with his foot, forcing a wheeze out of him. "It doesn't fucking matter anymore, we can't un-kidnap him. Do we still have that shit from your dog, Darrel?"

"Uh, I think so? Jasper--shit, you aren't gonna put--" Darrel, the driver said.

"If he behaves, it won't even hurt him, and it'll give us time to think." Jasper growled. "Now Darrel, slow the fuck down so we don't get pulled over before we swap cars. And you," He started unbuckling his belt. "Hands above your head, palms together. You are gonna be quiet and not try anything, 'cause I can hit a beer can from a hundred yards away with this gun."

Mariano took a breath and did as he was told. He felt leather wind around and around his hands. The pressure from the boots never let up. No sense in destroying goodwill on an escape attempt that might just get him shot or turned into a smear on the road anyway. He was going to just have to wait and see what he was working with.

[onsunnyside]

sonny sonny sonny i hope you're done w exams bc im thotting out tonight. this gif is giving bonnie and clyde vibes or just clyde!ari and the unsuspecting little thing that asked to hitchhike with him 😖 oo or was she taken as a hostage during one of his robberies, is curtis his partner in crime, SO MANY THOTS

gif credit to @lilacevans!!!

hehe hi bestie brandy, i have two more left then i'm free until January 😣 but i always have time for thots !! ESPECIALLY THIS ONE:

i get tornado by jesse jo stark vibes🌪 you've been waiting for this day for months, counting down the days until you could leave your hometown and venture off somewhere new !! somewhere bigger and brighter !! you've worked non-stop for years, sometimes two/three jobs at once while living with your parents. your late teens/early twenties were focused on your wild naive dreams, while your friends got married or started their careers, you were stuck in diners and shops, saving every cent for the future outside of this blip on a map.

you only needed a ride to the neighbouring city, the one with a train station that could take you somewhere far, far away. as you savour your last milkshake at your fave diner, you overhear a stranger talking about his next stop, another city but in the same direction as yours !!

so you take a chance and ask if you could hitch a ride: "I'll pay you! I just... I gotta get out of here." You stare down at your bags, trembling under his hard gaze, "please, it has to be today... I've had it marked down forever!"

the handsome man is quiet for a few moments, silently admiring your green sundress and old sneakers. you haven't even told him your name yet asked for a ride. "does it have to be right now, or can you wait?"

"I-I can wait, sir. I'm very patient, I promise."

he cocks a grin and nods to the seat across the table, "why don't you have a seat? let's get to know each other before sittin' in a car for over an hour."

in hindsight, you should've never trusted this stranger, regardless if Ari gave you butterflies and seemed genuinely interested in your small-town life and big-city dreams. it all happened very fast: "you ever seen a gun before?" then a switch flipped and one of the waitresses was bleeding, everyone was screaming until Ari demanded for silence and "all the fuckin' money" from the register and the other patrons. you must've blacked out bc the next moment you're dazed in the backseat with handcuffs around your wrists. He promised not to make it too tight, "only if you're a good girl, okay?"

and it doesn't just end there: after Ari gets tired of your crying and pleading for freedom, he gags you with a bandana. then he pulls over on a dead-end road with abandoned houses and strangely enough, there's someone else there. he's leaning against the black and white car with a cigarette between his fingers.

The sheriff walks right past you, ignoring your loud whimpers and restless banging on the window. His eyes are shaded by dark glasses as he opens the passenger side and slides in. You recognize him from around town, he's as tall as Ari, and as broad as a mountain. He's driven you home a few times on late nights and even attended dinners hosted by your father, you thought he was a good guy.

As he settles into the leather, he glances over his shoulder, and a soft sigh falls from his pink lips. "You know, her daddy is close with the mayor."

Ari shrugs, "she should've known better."

You weep because he's right, you should've known better! (me thinks... reader is just a little dummy blinded by her dreams 🥺 quite sad if you think about it. she's too trusting of others, and time after time, she's been betrayed but she's never learnt her lesson).

"She's a gem, that's for sure." Sherrif Everett notices the bags on the floor, "Oh, are you skippin' town, sweetheart?"

You can't answer and just stare at him, broken and confused. You watch in horror as he takes one of the duffle bags, exchanging a handshake with your captor.

"Any guess on when you'll be back?"

Has he been here before?

"Maybe a week or so, who knows..." He licks his lips, blue eyes meeting yours through the rearview mirror, "this sweet thing may be of more use than just lookin' cute."

many possibilities here !! stockholm syndrome? does the reader end up being Ari's partner in crime? does she ever escape or does she get trapped in it all? as for Ari, has he been here before but the police always cover it up? one thing is for sure: Ari isn't ever going to let her go... and he'll do whatever it takes to keep her... if you catch my drift...

(ALSO SHERIFF CURTIS !! SHARING IS CARING ???)

THIS WHOLE THING GIVES ME JESSE JO STARK VIBES !!

[candycatstuffs]

👀 does anyone in the cowboy au have wanted posters

Ohhhhhh yea fdhjsfkjfskjd

Honestly pretty much everyone has wanted posters at some point or another, but sonic and eggman have the most. Eggman cuz hes a known criminal, and sonic because eggman keeps making them LMAO