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I’m dangerous ☆ chapter 9 ☆ COD fanfic

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

[Chapter 1] ☆ [chapter 2] ☆ [chapter 3] ☆ [chapter 4] ☆ [chapter 5] [chapter 6]☆ [Chapter 7] ☆ [chapter 8] ☆ [Chapter 9]

☆ fem!reader x Kate Laswell ☆ explicit. MDNI. ☆ 9/10 ☆ 3,658 words

☆ Summary: You were a hacker and had been a thorn in the side of the 141 gang for a while, in particular as you tried to find out who the famous leader, Watcher, was. But they refuse to be blackmailed and won’t pay you. So, to prove that you weren’t just bluffing, but were a serious threat to them, you kidnapped a random woman that you saw coming out from one of their meetings, figuring she was a secretary or girlfriend or something.

Oh, how wrong you were.

☆ Tags: au mob, gang, kidnapping, blackmailing, dub-con, angst, smut, death, grief/mourning, hacking, non-con drug use, bondage, spanking, kissing, rough sex, inaccurate portrayal of mob, violence, blood, stabbing, killing.

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The two of you were supposed to get to her bed, but never managed to. The office was closer and Kate pulled you into it, not even bothering going further down the hall to the bedroom - muttering about how your dress should be illegal, sliding her hands beneath it, her fingers warm against your cold skin.

Kate pushed you down onto the dark blue couch in the office, a soft grunt leaving you as you collided with the soft furniture. Instantly she was shifting off her robe, leaving her in only a short, silken nightgown, that barely hid her ass - but you didn’t get a moment to appreciate the sight in front of you properly, the mafia boss instantly on you. 

She pushed you to lay down on the couch, forcing herself in between your legs; pushing up the black dress, warm fingers once again running along your skin. You barely managed to get off your jacket, letting it dump to the floor, before her touches got too distracting. Roaming your curves and squeezing your ass, before pulling down your panties harshly, making you whine.

A loud gasp and excited thrill-like sound left you as you barely got a second to feel the air on your pussy, before Kate’s month was on it.

“Fufuckfuckfuck, Kate - ah!” you babbled already, twisting a little as she grabbed  your thighs, trying to keep you still, “don’t stop, don’tstoppleaseplease–” your words melted together, her tongue licking at your already weet core. The demand earned you a slap on your thigh.

The pain colliding with the sudden pleasure and the adrenaline you felt high on, made you moan out loud - and Kate laugh out loud. Demeaning, yet clearly amused.

“Dirty girl,” she cooed, fingers digging into the skin she had just slapped, making your eyelashes flutter, “Such a whore for me, huh?” 

You were at a loss for words as she spoke into your pussy, nodding desperately, pawing helplessly at her shoulders and head, making her laugh. She tugged on your legs, making you rest them on her shoulders, before she leant down to lick along your slit and focus on your clit for a moment, making you cry out. 

She chuckled once more into said dripping cunt, clearly pleased with herself. Like this you could see down the nightdress a little and you wished you could rip it from her. But the mere look from Kate was keeping you down, your legs feeling helpless, knees at her shoulders.

The sound of her spitting directly onto your cunt and the feeling of the liquid hitting you made you hide your face, a moan leaving you as she then sloppily leant down to force her spit into you with her tongue. 

You were mewling and twisting, earning yourself a couple of spanks, before two fingers unceremoniously slid into you, stretching you. You tried not to think about how the house would probably be able to hear you moan and cry for Kate - in fact being her little annoying whore.

“My little annoying hacker,” She cooed, turning her head to kiss your inner thigh a short moment, before biting down into your plush skin, making you mewl, her fingers never stopping their abuse of your cunt “You got everything you wanted, yet you still came runnin’ back to me.”

“Want you, want you, Kate,” you whined, one of your hands moving to grab onto the fabric of the couch, afraid you would fall off with your twisting. Every single sensation felt heightened by her mere gaze on you, “just want you.”

“Greedy girl,” her voice was teasing, but her gaze was dark, as if her black pupil were swallowing the blue eye colour, “just wanna be my lil’ whore, huh?”

“Yeahyeah, just yours,” you agreed desperately as you tried fucking yourself back onto her fingers, “only yours, only yours.”

“Yeah?” she continued, her other hand leaving your skin for a second, only to return in a hard slap that made you clench around her fingers and cry out, “even if I just tied ya’ up in my bed, yeah? Keep you around as a pet.”

You felt so good that your brain barely functioned, only making you nod – a sharp slap to the face made you cry out and clench even harder around her, making the older woman curse, adding another finger.

“Answer me,” she demanded, “answer me, Fae!”

“YesyesyesYES oh god yes, miss, anything, I - Ah FUCK!” Kate increased the moment of her fingers while you babbled and begged, and when she curled her fingers and repeatedly attacked that sweet gooey stuff inside your pussy, you fell apart.

The scream probably echoed throughout the house, but you felt so good that you didn’t give a shit. It was like the pleasure didn’t stop and Kate was moaning too, pulling her fingers from you, rubbing your oversensitive pussy; that was when you realised you weren’t just coming, but squirting too. Making a big dark spot on Kate’s silken nightgown and the mere might have made you come again, hadn’t you been too busy being overwhelmed. 

You pushed her fingers from your poor, abused and puffy cunt, making her laugh, catching your fingers and giving you a sharp bite.

“Sweet princess,” she cooed, “my perfect little hacker,” your cunt earned another kiss, “my whore,” then your thigh, your legs falling from her shoulders at her gentle nudge, letting her kiss your stomach, licking along stretch marks and a few beauty marks “my perfect Fae.”

Kate Laswell then rested her body on top of yours, both of you breathing a little quickly, even if it was only you who had come yet. Her head rested on your upper stomach, a soft, pleased sigh leaving her. The black fabric was framing her face and as she closed her eyes, she looked more tired than before you left. You gently moved to caress her hair and she relaxed even more, like a big feline who had finally found a good spot to lay.

“Let’s get you to bed, Kate,” you whispered gently, the older woman’s eyes closed as she let out a grunt, but let you pull her up from the couch. 

The two of you looked like proper messes; your hair was messy, no panties beneath your short dress, thighs shiny with your juices - Kate a mess as well, hair even messier, her nightgown having a large wet spot from where you had squirted. 

You pulled her into bed, pushing her down, sliding off the dress - the older woman didn’t even try to hide how she took in your body. Drank in the sight as if it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. The big dangerous Watcher made grabby hands for you as you abandoned the bra too, making you giggle. 

“Lemme help you relax,” you whispered, crawling onto the bed running your hands along her thighs - she spread them without hesitation, letting you pull her panties down and abandon them on the floor.

She rambles mindlessly about you, about your body, about how she missed you even the short time you were apart. How you ruined her the day you kidnapped her, with your stupid taser and drug. She was a proper mess for you and you let her use you, grind against your face, moaning and licking all you could. Nose pressed against her clit.

Kate moaned as she used you, jaw slack with pleasure, hands in your hair, nails digging slightly into your scalp. She came with a silent moan that turned into a couple of gasps and then pants. You rested your head against her hip, gasping for air, mouth and nose wet with her juices.

Falling asleep wasn’t so hard. The two of you would have to get up in a couple of hours, but you didn’t mind. Even two hours more with Kate before she went on work would be worth it.

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It was almost as if you never left, then again, you hadn’t been gone for long. It was just a dramatic time away, though most of the men seemed happy to have you back. While most of her men had their own places, they tended to stay around most of their time and technically had their own rooms.

Maybe Soap seemed too comfortable around you, however.

“Might go back to mah own apartment if ye two dinnae stop fuckin’ so loud,” Soap had said one morning, grin on his face as he winked at you, exposing what wasn’t really a secret - but at the breakfast table? He barely managed to dodge the bed roll you threw at him, laughing even as Ghost smacked the back of his head and you hid your face behind your hands. 

Kate didn’t even look up from her phone, where she was reading the news, merely adding “it’s not my fault she is a screamer.”

You almost fell down from your chair, kicking her beneath the table while Price groaned at the information as Gaz and Soap laughed too loudly.

She did make it up to you before she went to work with the others, fucking you hard on her fingers, your panties not even pulled aside. She had just slid her hands down your sweatpants and gone right to it - licking her fingers afterwards, before giving you a deep kiss. 

A smack on your ass - before telling you not to do anything stupid.

You tried not to think about how much everything had changed. Sometimes you still had nightmares of different situations - of Ghost choking you out that first time you met, of Price threatening you - of Graves’ face. 

Perhaps you shouldn’t have returned, a more logical part of your mind offered now and again, you had joined a mob of your own free choice instead of getting away from the life of crime.

Warming the bed of a mobster boss, who was kept secret - who operated in public like a secretary to John Price. 

You even helped them still - hacking into places, getting them information that you shouldn’t give them. Freely stepping into the sea of crime, doing everything to hide their trails, erasing security cameras.

Still thinking about Alice once and again. Wondering if she would like this path you had taken.

You should visit her grave soon, you reminded yourself

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A couple of days later, you were mostly alone in the big house, having had a lazy day where you rummaged through some private files belonging to a business owner who was trying to scam the group - ironic given how you ended up joining them by trying to blackmail them… and kidnap Kate. 

You played absentmindedly with Kate’s butterfly knife - Soap had been teaching you how to do a couple of tricks, much to Kate’s dismay. It had resulted in what Gaz had called a ring of shame, when you cut yourself all the way around one of your fingers. It wasn’t deep and could be managed with a bandaid, and despite Gaz’ snickers, he and Soap taught you how to do the trick properly anyway. Kate had rolled her eyes and muttered about your pretty skin.

In a way, you suspected that she liked that you got along with her men - besides, when Soap had pointed out that it would be smart for you to know how to handle a knife, she had agreed. You didn’t want to point out that you weren’t going to scare away anyone by twirling the knife and opening it all fancily, but you kept your mouth shut.

She had teased you a day or two ago, that she should let you kidnap her again, so that the two of you could get a couple of days alone - without the taser and drugging part. You liked that idea. Maybe going to France together or just somewhere in the middle of nowhere, just to enjoy each others’ company. 

You stretched your body after getting up, sliding the pocketknife into your back pocket. They would be back soon if you weren’t wrong and you liked the idea of looking nice when Kate  came home.

The two of you hadn’t really talked about it yet, but you knew you were being pulled into a dangerous life when you decided to join her. It was an unspoken reality and she had muttered about teaching you how to shoot a time or two. You didn’t really want to, just like you didn’t really want to learn how to fight with a knife.

It would be too real then - the nightmares sometimes reminded you of the violence you had been witness to and it made you wonder if you were really cut out for all of this. If you were able to hurt somebody else, in another situation, with something more dangerous than your Shakespeare book.

Then again; you would do it for Kate, wouldn’t you?

You shut the laptop, abandoning it at the desk, walking towards one of the bigger bathrooms of the house - it had a really nice bathtub and Kate might have indulged a little too much in your love for bath bombs. Which had resulted in you spending more time in the bathtub than you liked to admit. It was a luxury you liked to drabble in.

The t-shirt you wore was one of your old ones, despite Kate having said several times that she would buy you all new clothes. Any kind of fancy clothes that you wanted – but then you would catch her sleeping in it sometimes. It sat looser on her, making her look all cute. You liked her wearing it and always ate her out in the mornings when she did wear one of them.

You hummed happily as you opened the bathroom door, mind already busy with deciding what kind of bathbomb you wanted to use. As you began to close the door behind you, you wondered if you should go by the scent or the visuals, if you shou–

A hand pushed against the door before it could close fully, pressing against it and opening again, the weight behind the other person too great, as the other forced themself into the bathroom. You stumbled back, no sound able to leave your mouth in pure confusion.

You had seen the man before. He closed the door behind him, not taking his eyes off you, locking it. The mere sound of the lock made you open your mouth, since you didn’t particularly want to stay in a closed room with the mountain of a man.

“Who are –”

The man in front of you lifted a finger in front of his mouth, as if to tell you to be quiet - that was, if you had been able to see his mouth. It was hidden beneath fabric, almost like a veil.

Like an executioner, eyeholes cut, but the rest of the face was hidden.

As he took a step forward, you took one backwards. He stood out against the light bathroom, with the white tiles, dark outfit with the cold eyes making him look unreal.

“You ruined everything,” he said, a strong german accent to his tone, his eyes intense beneath the fabric that covered his face, “I have been undercover here for over two years and you waltz in, ruining der plan, nervige Hure.”

You had a vague memory of him being one of the men following you the day you tried to escape. A part of you wondered darkly, if he had killed you, had he had the opportunity. If he would have pulled you into an alleyway and broken your neck, hiding your body near the trash cans, to be forgotten and lost. 

Another step towards you made you stumble backwards, mind running at high speed at his words. Undercover here for over  two years. While one part of your brain was screaming for you to get out, the other was screaming at you that he was it. He was the mole, the one who had been communicating with Graves, who had outed Kate, who had helped him inside–

“I have the blood of my brothers on mein hands, because of you, Schlampe,” he snarled, not even visibly armed - he didn’t need to be, his sheer size a danger when opposite you. A giant stepping out of a dark Grimm fairytale, to devour you whole, rip your head from your body, crunch through your ribs with his teeth. 

“I will choke you,” he declared, “kill you with mein bare hands.”

Finally it was like your voice finally returned.

“No - no no, please I -”

He hushed you, all gently, as if you were a spooked animal or a child who needed to calm down - you felt your breathing quicken and legs shake a little, before you did what you should probably have done from the start.

Screamed.

His hand collided with your cheek so quickly you could barely register it, hitting the wall from the force of the slap, your voice disappearing for a short moment again, as you struggled in his sudden grip on your shoulder, arms flailing as you tried getting free. Fingers pulling at some of the stuff nearby, two plants falling from their spots on the wall together with a bottle of perfume, all loudly breaking into tiny pieces. But it was no use. He merely ripped you back again, so stronger and bigger that it almost seemed like he didn’t need to try. You could hear the sound of your shirt ripping, but were too distracted by the giant hand that closed around your neck, the other then joining you.

“Laswell should have murdered her little Schlampe when Sie had the chance,” he whispered darkly, “she could have enjoyed it, nein?”

His hands had cut off all air, choking you as you twisted and clawed at his arms, desperately trying to get free. His grip hurt and it wasn’t soon before you felt pain filling your body from the lack of air - your lungs burning, mouth desperately open as you tried getting free. You couldn’t help but wonder if this was how it was going to be the rest of your life, if you even survived this; strange men trying to kill you, even when you just wanted a fucking bath.

Unable to get his hands to let go, you grabbed at the veil of your executioner, ripping with all your might, exposing the man beneath who let out a growl, lifting you forward a bit, only to slam you back against the wall. Stars appeared in your sight, the man snarling and spitting in your face. You could hear noise from the outside, hear people calling your name, but you didn’t care. Even his voice began to seem static, the edges of your sight beginning to darken.

“--See me, ja? The man who killed you, nutzlose Schlampe -” his eyes were blue, face scattered with scars, nose broken so many times that it was crooked to one side, “Watch me, as I kill you - nothing dangerous about you, useless hacker –”

One of your hands slid into your backpocket - you were shaking, almost unable to keep your eyes open, face feeling swollen beneath his fingers. Grabbing the knife almost seemed like an impossible task, unable to pull it from your pants pocket before your third attempt, the giant who was killing you babbling on - sounds coming from outside the door, closer and closer.

For just a moment, a memory flashed before your eyes - Soap showing you how to open it with one hand, how to grab it properly - your wound beneath the bandaid burning as you remembered how sharp it was.

“- ist revenge for Graves–” 

The man didn’t get further in his speech, as you opened the knife, gripping it hard - and with the last energy in your body, you pushed the knife into his throat and pulled it to the side.

You had never stabbed someone before, especially not like this, full force and in the throat. The blood that almost instantly hit your face made you close your eyes, the gurgling sound coming from the man echoing inside your head - but his grip around your neck loosened. You both fell to the floor, you down along the wall while he collided with the tiled floor, a loud sound leaving him.

Air returned to your lungs as you heard the knocking on the door. Everything burned and tears streamed down your face as you coughed and gasped, desperate for the air that had been denied you.

Once again bloodsoaked, this time fully broken. Kate’s knife in your hand, the sight of the demon at your feet, gurgling and clutching at his neck, his eyes wide, body shaking. Sounds were escaping him, wet and aggressive. You moved to the side as he weakly raised a leg to kick at you, but otherwise didn’t move. 

Blood dripped down your face, along your nose, down to your lips - collecting there for a moment, before continuing the travel towards the floor of the room. Seeping into your mouth and staining your teeth, blood splatters from where your mouth had been open.

The door was kicked in, several armed men stepped in - you knew them, knew their names, but you couldn’t recognize their faces, not right now. You didn’t want to know what you looked like. Half curled up against the wall, shirt half-ripped off, bloody knife in hand, covered in the familiar red liquid, merely staring at the dying man beneath you. A man that you should feel bad for killing, yet you didn’t.

Your hand with the knife was shaking a little, the feeling of sinking it into the throat somehow replaying in your mind again and again. The feeling of the resistance, the way his eyes had widened, the surprise and horror as he realised what you had done - then the blood. The blood. The unwanted taste of it was on your tongue.

Dangerous.

You were dangerous.

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