#The way he puts the gun in his waist band

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price and Sam Waterston - Journey Into Fear (1975)

[hennyjwrites]

Imagine owing Rio money and he comes to collect

You closed the door to your apartment, not bothering to turn on your lights as you kicked off your heels. You reached and flipped the switch, brightening up your living room in seconds. You jumped as you turned to your side and seen rio, staring at you with a sly smirk

“Shit, why the fuck are you sitting in the dark, jackass.” You scolded him, as you walked past him and towards your kitchen. You weren’t scared of Rio or Christopher as you frequently called him. Rio stood and followed behind you quietly. As you were turned towards your liquor cabinet. Rio grabbed your arm, turning you around roughly, before putting his golden, engraved pistol under your chin.

“Where’s my money, mama?” He whispered, bringing his face closer to yours. He had a frown on his face as he stared into your soul. You owed him a few bands, because he helped you get your business started. You stared at him back, biting your lips, before smiling. “You know you fucking with a freak baby, you just making me want you even more.” You giggled, as you brought one of your nails to trail down his cheek.

You sent a shock down rios spine. He wasn’t use to this treatment, but he loved it. He hate it too. Rio sat the gun on the counter, before slapping you across the face. Your face went to the side, and you bit your lip in pleasure and moaned quietly. He then gripped your jaw tight, scowling down at you. Rio knew how to handle you. He slipped his hand down to your throat, stroking the sides before he gripped it. He could feel your pulse quickening. Your eyes never left his face as he brought his mouth down to your ears.

“You owe me some money mama.” He smoothly bought his hands down your body. “50k to be exact.” He rubbed your waist , before gripping your ass. He was rough with you, just the way you liked him to be. His hands slithered up your dress, gripping your ass, before hooking his fingers on the sides of your thong. He slipped them down your leg, helping you step out of them. He kissed the side of your neck, making you whimper quietly. “How you gon pay me back?” He whispered before pulling away to look at you.

The look in your eye, the lust, the attraction, everything told him the answers he wanted. He pulled you into a kiss, before pushing you towards the bedroom. “I want all of this off, by the time I get to the bedroom, girl.” He demanded, sexily. As you walked away, listening to every word he said, he slapped your ass, making it jiggle. As you disappeared around the corner, Rio grabbed a bottle of henny, you had sitting on the counter, and quickly following behind you.

[rimaiahwrites]

Know better

Connie catches you playing with his gun… short spanking, bratty behavior, softish dom!connie, sub!black!reader, aftercare, fluffy.

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Your stomach growled as you stood up from the bed and went to the kitchen to grab something to eat, then went to sit in the living room with Connie, “hi my handsome boyy.” You grinned as you leaned in to kiss him on the lips. He ignored you, mumbling a quick “wassup” while aggressively clicking on the buttons of his controller.

You huffed loudly, Connie was paying you no attention today because he was too busy on the game with his homeboys, eren, jean and ony. You pouted and laid your chin on his shoulder “Bubba you’re not paying attention to me” you whined. His eyes still glued to the tv not hearing a word you just said but apparently all the boys talking through his headset did because you could their loud asses asking for you to say hi, so you grabbed the headset from Connie and placed it on your head. “Hi boys yes it is I the princess.” They all chuckled and each said their hi’s and hello’s.

“Where you been at girl?” Eren asked, the group hasn’t hung out in a minute because normally the kickbacks were at yall house but since Connie been working way more lately nobody has really had the time to hang out.

You huffed and looked over at Connie giving him the side eye, “nothing just at home dealing with your annoying ass brother he’s been ignoring me all day-“ before you really finish Connie snatch the headset from you. You flipped him off and grabbed your phone to go back up stairs. “She tripping y’all know she spoiled as fuck.” Stomping your back up stairs to your room to find something to do and just as you walked past the dresser Connie’s gun was just sitting there. Curiosity got the best of you and you grabbed the heavy weapon, it looked so big in your hand compared to the way it looked in Connie’s. You pulled your bonnet off and posed in front of the mirror with it in your hand, your finger off the trigger. You giggled.

Maybe I need one I look like a boss bitch for real. You thought.

“Y’all niggas tripping man gimme my shit!” You whispered yelled putting the gun up and pointing it at the mirror playing like you was a gangsta like mr. baldie down stairs. You kept playing around with his loaded gun saying all the things you hear him say to people whenever he has to pull his gun out, which was only twice because he always tries to be on his best behavior when he has you around, he didn’t really like you seeing him like that or to put you in a position to be harmed with the nonsense he deals with. you were his little princess and he wanted you kept in the dark about all the stuff he puts himself into.

So he definitely didn’t playing with his gun so imagine the shook on your face when his deep voice said loudly “what the hell is you doing?” snatching the gun out your hand and placed in his waist band. “Huh? Nothing I-I was just-“

“Just what? Playing with my loaded gun? Which you know you ain’t supposed to be doing you know the rules”

“I know i was Broad you wasn’t paying me any attention!” You pouted crossing your arms, he fake pouted back and bend down to your height, “oh so you think just because I wasn’t going you my full undivided attention for a couple hours you can break the rule and go against what I say?” Hissed as he sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at you very angrily like he was up to something, it made you very nervous so you stayed as far away from the bed as possible. “Co’ mere” he said lowly making the come here motion with his finger, you stood there hands behind your back playing with the end of Connie’s over sized shirt that laid at the back of your thighs.

“Now y/n.” He said sternly making you jump a little as you made your way over to him. He grabbed you and flipped you on your face, your face was planted on the bed and your ass laid across his legs. You gasped when he pulled your shirt- well his shirt up over your booty and pulled your pink lace panties down to expose your bare skin.

“Con please no.”

“You know you ain’t supposed to be playing wit’ daddy’s gun, you know better so what happens when you don’t follow the rules?”

“I get Punished, but-“ he chuckled and pulled his hoodie off.

“Ain’t no buts, you getting 20 and don’t lose count because if you do imma start over.” He said raising his hand high up and smacking you hard on the plump of your ass making you jump, you gasped loudly reaching back to grab his hand.

“Move your hands, now put them under your chin.” He popped your hands making you whine and quickly hide them away from him. He spanked you again, the tears began to come, you tried your best to keep the sobs in but his rough hands kept coming down on your bottom so hard making it sting.

What made it even worse was you weren’t used him being so mean, your daddy has barely raised his voice at you let alone spank you as a punishment, the most he has done was give you light soft spanks when you would act up when he was in your guts. You almost didn’t know if your were crying from the pain or your feelings being hurt.

“Papa please no more!” You cried

“Nah I already told, never touch my guns so why I come up here to see you playing with it?” He asked hitting you again. You almost couldn’t get your words out

“I-I didn’t put my finger on the trigger!” You screamed.

“That doesn’t matter I told you not to touch it at all, what if you accidentally shot it? Huh? What if you accidentally shot yourself?” he was so mad and you could tell by the way his grip on your waist was getting tighter and his hand was coming down harder making your ass jump, his hand felt hot and your ass you were sure was a bright red by now. Him even thinking about you hurting yourself with HIS gun made him feel a little sick, he didn’t play about you.

You were on the last five spanks and you just couldn’t take it anymore so without thinking of the consequences you reached back and grabbed his hand looking him in the eyes with your big brown teary eyes. “Papa please no more m’ so sorry won’t do it again..” you pouted, you felt like you were in a daze. Connie could see it in your eyes that you were deep in sub space, you looked so far gone. His heart melted and pulled you up to face him.

“Ok baby no more.”

He grabbed your chubby cheeks and kissed your lips softly.

“You won’t ever do that again mama?” You shook your head fast. “I p-promise, never ever again.” You sniffled. Putting your head in his neck breathing his scent in deeply. He smiled and leaned back against the pillows resting against your headboard, he rubbed your back trying to sooth your sniffles and hiccups. He looked down and saw that your bottom was a dark red and big hand prints covering it. He put his hands on it and you jumped a little and let out a whine. He cringed a little, his poor baby he thought even if it was for your own good.

“I just wanna keep you safe and I can’t do that if you don’t listen to what I tell you sweetheart you understand?” You nodded your head still keeping your head in between his neck and shoulder. After a few minutes of silence you spoke very softly keeping your voice very low. “Are you still mad at me?”

“Look at me,” he demanded holding your face in his big vainly hands. “I’m not mad anymore ok? And you did such a good job at taking your punishment mama, my big girl.” He mumbled kissing you all over your face and neck.

“You deserve a reward for taking it like a good girl, what do you want? A new Prada bag? Shoes? Ice cream? Anything you want.”

“Mm…” you said patting your chin in thought. “How about a new bag and ice cream?” And Connie agreed because you were his spoiled good girl…most of the time.

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Might do a part2 cuz it’s not as long as I wanted but just wanted to get this out

[deanswhiskey]

don’t let me go - sam winchester

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summary; while researching alone, the nest of vampires you were hunting takes you

wc; 2,223

warnings; canon level violence, blood, pain relief pills, kissing, angst, kidnapping, vampires hurting reader

authors note; i never know how to end fics i’m sorry for the shitty ending 😭

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vampire nests. sometimes they’re easy to kill, other times they’re not.

the bigger they are means more to kill. this nest was particularly large. not that you, sam, and dean weren’t equipped, it was just way larger than you’d expected.

it was only supposed to be a nest of 4 or 5 vamps. you guys had already taken out two.

but, during the time between the last vamp kill and now, you were taken. as leverage, of course.

there was still some research and investigation needed before storming the nest. you stuck behind do research more while sam and dean played fbi for a little while longer.

dean was loading the trunk while you fixed up sam’s tie for him. “be back quick, okay?” you said while pulling the tie up, securing it around his neck. you patted his chest, smoothing out the tuxedo.

sam grabbed your hands and rubbed the back of them with his thumbs. “of course. be safe.” giving a light kiss on your forehead. he headed out the door but not before he gave you one last smile. sam was always extra affectionate before going out for hunts or investigating. you never understood why. you liked the affection though.

you changed into something a bit more comfortable; jeans and a tight fighting top weren’t the best for constant sitting and research. one of sam’s t-shirts and sweatpants will do.

you grabbed one of the motels provided coffee cups and made yourself some coffee. you poured some cream and two sugars into the mug and made your way to the dining table.

your computer was open with about 8 different tabs, john’s notebook opened on a page about vampires, and your personal notebook open while you wrote down whatever thought came to mind while researching.

as you were writing something in your notebook, you heard a noise from across the room. if you were anybody else, you wouldn’t have reacted the same way you did. drawing the gun from the waist band of your pants, you carefully made your way across the room and into the adjoining room. dean made you guys get separated, but still adjacent, rooms when you and sam started dating.

upon further inspection, you made the assumption it was somebody next door. when you turned around there were two large guys standing right behind you. before you could act, they grabbed your arms and forced you back against the nearest wall.

they kept shouting “what do you know?” but you couldn’t hear much of it due to how hard they slammed your head against the wall. after they realized you weren't going to talk, they took out a blade and started cutting you to further force some answers. nothing deep, just shallow cuts; shallow enough to cause enough pain.

“i don’t know!” you repeatedly shouted as they kept making marks along your face, neck, and arms. tears started to run down your face at this point. the men put their blades down and smirked at one another. they could practically smell the winchesters in the adjoining room.

the man with the shaved head drew back his fist and knocked you out cold.

next thing you knew, your hands were tied to a chain from the ceiling. your head was pounding and you could feel your hands going numb. it was dark out from what you could see, so you only assumed it was after 9pm.

you prayed and prayed that sam and dean had found something that lead to wherever you were.

moments later, a group of people emerged from the shadows. they all had an open mouth smile bearing the pointy fangs coming from their mouths. the dots connected and you realized you were in the middle of the vamps nest; now on display as their next meal.

sam and dean returned to their hotel room and found you gone along with small droplets of blood on the carpet. anger and fear coursed through their veins. luckily, the vampire they encountered while investigating was the weakling of the nest, he gave up any and all information about the nest and places they might be in exchange for his life. of course, sam and dean didn’t listen and chopped his head right off.

they hauled ass back into the impala and went to the first of three locations they got. the burst into the abandoned factory and searched high and low and nothing. next was what was supposed to be another abandoned location but turned out to be a lively bar. they both hesitantly walked in, no one turned any heads. they talked to the bartender, nothing suspicious. they came to the conclusion no one in the bar was a vamp. the sighed and walked to the car. the hoped that this last location was it.

all while sam and dean were searching for you, you were fading in and out of consciousness as blood leaks from you all over. you were so tired.

these vamps were really adamant about whatever information they were trying to get out. you had no idea what they were talking about. you begged and pleaded saying you didn’t know what they were talking about. they’d simple say “shut up” and backhand you.

“please,” you all but whimpered out. your voice weakened after all the screaming you’ve done. “i don’t know anything.”

“well, that’s not what we heard, little girl.” the vamps fangs were protruding out of his mouth. and that stupid, stupid smirk just pissed you off enough more.

“well,” you breathed out. “whoever told you, is a stupid,” you spit out the blood that was in your mouth, “son of a bitch.”

that really pissed this guy off. he turned away angrily, but not before nodding to this one blonde girl. she had a hungry look in her eyes.

you shook your head repeatedly while muttering no over and over. “this ain’t gon’ hurt a bit, sweetheart.” her country twang would’ve been a bit comforting if she wasn’t about to bite into your neck.

her fangs were out and her hands force your head back so she could bite. your screams echoed in the empty house. your body filled with a hot sensation. it felt like no other. blood pooled out of your neck and further staining your clothes.

she pulled away with your blood all on her mouth. her eyes had this satisfied look as she backed away from you.

your body faltered, if it weren't for the cuffs, your body would've laid limp on the floor. your wrists on the cusp of dislocating from the way you were practically putting all your weight on them; your feet could barely hold you anymore

sam and dean pulled up to the house quietly with their headlights off. after turning off the engine they heard a loud scream, this had to be it. they immediately were on high alert. they forced open the door with their machetes and flashlights in hand.

they heard another scream rip from your throat and ran in that direction, careful not to make any sounds. there were two big buff vampires waiting right outside the door. sam and dean would've been a little intimidated if their wasn't adrenaline coursing through them. their blades swung through the air and eventually the two big bodyguards heads were on the floor, blood pooling at the winchesters feet.

seconds later, they burst through the door. they must've counted 7 or 8 more vampires inside. they noticed your bloody and bruised state hanging in the middle of the floor. they, somehow, become more angry when they notice bite marks on your neck.

you were on the verge of passing out until you noticed them. they fearlessly fought for you, slashing away at the vampires.

the blonde girl from earlier had an almost scared look in her eyes. she quickly unlocked your cuffs and dragged you out of the room. your vision was blurry, you could hardly make out anything.

she got outside of the house and leaned you up against a nearby tree, "you're all mine sweetheart. you're a tough one, delicious too." she all but licked her lips at the smell of your blood.

she opened her mouth, fangs jutted out, and was about to bite again when her head was sliced off, falling to the ground. her dead body going limp on the ground, which revealed your hero. sam winchester stood there with his bloody machete, breathing heavy after all that fighting.

"my hero," you weakly smiled.

"hey, don't talk right now, save your breath," he calmly whispered, kneeling down to pick you up.

"everything hurts," you groan.

"i know, i know," he carried you bridal style to the impala. "just try to save your breath."

"'m sorry sammy," you leaned against his chest.

"you have nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart." he gives you a sad smile, setting you into the back seat.

"tell dean i'm sorry about the blood in baby."

"i'm sure he'll understand," he held onto your hand from the front seat as dean drove back to the motel.

“don’t let me go,” you whispered, feeling soothed by the circles sam was rubbing with the pad of his thumb against your hand.

you passed out moment later only to find yourself laying on sam's motel bed. you look down, no longer bloody but still in a lot of pain.

stumbling over to the bathroom mirror, you see stitches along your neck from where the vampire bit you. you were also in new clothes, no longer in bloody torn ones. another one of sam's shirts adorned your body along with a pair of his shorts.

sam walked in not long after with a pharmacy bag in his hand, he hadn't noticed you up and out of bed until you walked out of the bathroom. "oh my god, you're awake," sam dropped his bags and ran to you, attacking you in a hug. your groaned a little, hugging back, your body still hurt. "oh, i'm so sorry," sam goes to pull away but you pull him back in.

"no, sam, its okay, please just stay here," you whisper out, hugging him tighter.

sam pulled away and looked at you with worry in his eyes, “i’m so sorry, truly. i wished i never even left you. dean could’ve gone by himself. i should’ve stayed, i’m-,”

“sam,” you held his shoulders, steadying him. “it’s okay, i forgive you. it’s not even your fault.” he just smiled weakly in response.

sam went to pick up the bag he dropped,”i got you some pain relief.” holding a box of ibuprofen and rattling it.

“thank you, sammy,” sams cheeks flush at the nickname. only you were allowed to call him that.

you downed a few pills with some water and sat back down on the bed; sam following you.

“listen,” he starts. “when i walked in here and you weren’t here, i panicked. more than i ever have. losing you would mean losing the sun in my life. i don’t know what i’d do if i had lost you.” sam keeps fidgeting with his fingers; unsure of what do to. he doesn’t know if he could look you in the eyes without crying, blurting out his undying love for you, or both. “i just—”

he stops mid sentence when he feels your hand on his hot cheek, guiding him to look at you. you now sat criss cross on the bed fully facing him. “sam, it’s okay. i’m safe, i’m here now,”

he leans into your touch, “i know, i don’t want to lose you again.”

“i’m right here sam, i’m right here,” you said softly, rubbing his face with your thumb.

you leaned in to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. your lips lingered as your face still right at his. your lips dangerously close to his.

with a quick breath of courage, sam gently placed his lips on yours; as if he was testing the waters. as soon as you leaned into the kiss, he kissed back with a little more force.

sam was pouring out his emotions and feelings into this kiss as his lips molded against yours perfectly and his nose smushed against your face.

your hand gently raked through your hair as you kissed sam. the feeling of sams hand on your waist felt like sparks against your skin.

sam was the first to pull away, “you have no idea how long i’ve waited to do that.” you just giggled in response. sams forehead rested against yours as his eyes screwed shut, “please don’t ever leave again.”

“i’ll try my hardest not to.”

“good, because i’d go crazy.”

“just shut up and kiss me again you fool,” you giggled.

sam smiled and attacked you in kisses. your contagious laughter made sam smile even harder.

sam and you spent the rest of the night laying in the comfort of each others arms. sam practically refused to let you go.

“i’ll never let you go again,” he jokingly said as his big arms wrapped around your waist.

“good, don’t let me go.” you smiled. “goodnight sammy,” you whispered up at him.

“goodnight love,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

sams arms squeezed you tighter in a gentle manner. he never wanted to let go.

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[acewritesfics]

Did you just call me Honey? | TOMMY SHELBY (18+ ONLY)

⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS. UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY. MORE INFO IN MY PINNED POST. ⚠️

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: No. Was sort of inspired by the song A Little Wicked by Valerie Broussard.  

Fic Type: Imagine.

Warnings: Poorly written smut. Murder. Swearing.

Word Count: 1,368

TOMMY SHELBY MASTERLIST

Hands red, hands red   Just like you said I am, I am   A little wicked   No one calls you honey, when you're sitting on a throne   No one calls you honey, when you're sitting on a throne 

Y/N's head is rested on Tommy shoulder, a hand on his knee as he drives home from the races. The newly married couple had been enjoying their day, but she got the feeling something was about to go wrong. Her feeling was proven right as Tommy pulled over to the side of the road.  

"Is everything all right?" she asks as he stalls the car. 

Before he can answer her, a man with a gun is stood on Tommy's side.  

"Both of you get out 'ere now," the man orders them.  

"We better do as the man says," Tommy says looking at her, silently asking if she's got her gun on her.  

"Of course," she says, climbing out of the car, holding her hands up in the air to make him think she has no weapon. 

"Stand right there," the man orders again, his gun on Tommy. 

Y/N goes to follow her husband but the gunman stops her. "Boss only ordered for Thomas Shelby to be done away. He said nothing about Mrs Shelby." 

"What is your boss paying you?" she asks. "I'm sure we can double it if you let Thomas live." 

"Honey, I suggest you shut your mouth or I won't hesitate putting a bullet through your head too," the gunman shouts at her as she tries to reason with him.  

"Did you just call me Honey?" she glares at him as his attention falls back on Tommy, ignoring her. It was as if hearing the word 'Honey' triggered something within her. She hated that nickname her father had given her. He was an awful man and she didn't want to be reminded of him. 

Slowly and carefully she pulls she starts hiking up her skirt, her eyes not leaving the scene in front of her. Tommy's eyes meet hers. She gives him a subtle nod of her head, her signal for him to distract the man currently holding them hostage. 

Y/N reaches under her skirt for the gun she keeps there for protection. Being Tommy's wife came with a target on her back but she was willing to live with it if it meant she got to be with him.  

Pulling the gun out, she aims it at the gunman's head and pulls the trigger. Neither Y/N nor Tommy flinched as a gunshot rang through the air and the gunman collapsed to the ground. Crouching down, Tommy takes the gun from the gunman's hand and places it in the waist band of his trousers.  

"And that's why no one calls me, Honey," Y/N says as Tommy makes his way over to her. "Are you alright?"  

"I'm better now," he replies and places a quick kiss to her lips. "Let's get home before someone else arrives." 

She nods her head and follows him back to the car. 

Tommy's lips were on Y/N's as soon as they walked through the door of their home. With one hand on the back of her neck and the other resting on her hip, he holds her close. Her arms move around his waist, and she pulls the gun out from the waist band of his trousers  

Breaking the kiss, she sets the gun aside before lifting her skirt to remove her gun that she had hidden there. "Wouldn't want those to accidentally go off on us," she chuckles as she places her gun next to the one that they took from the man who tried to kill Tommy.  

Tommy moves behind her, his fingers pulling the zip of her skirt down before undoing the button and letting the silk garment drop to the floor.   

He moves her hair to the side and starts trailing kisses from her shoulder to her earlobe. She bites her lip to suppress her moan, loving the feeling of his lips against her skin. His arm wraps around her waist. One hand moves under her blouse, the other moving to the waistband of her underwear. His fingers toy with the hem before he moves his hand inside them.  

A breathy moan escapes her lips as two of his fingers ran over her most sensitive part. He strokes her bud a few times and gathers some of her wetness that was already pooling inside her underwear before he buries his fingers inside her.  

Moaning, she clutches on to his arms, her nails digging into his skin as his fingers start moving faster and he starts using his thumb to rub her bud again. His arm around her waist held her tighter against him, keeping her steady as she became overwhelmed with pleasure. Tommy always knew how to work his hands and have her begging for more.  

“I’m almost there,” she moans feeling her getting close to hitting her peak.  

But before she can get there, Tommy removes his hand from her underwear and turns her around. She looks at him with a bewildered look, wondering why he stopped.   

He just smirked as his hands moved to her blouse and started undoing the buttons. In a flurry of movement, clothes are removed, and Tommy is hovering over her on the sofa.  

“I want to pleasure you,” she smiles seductively at him as she reaches down to stroke his erection.  

“You can make it up to me later,” he tells her before crushing his lips to hers again, stopping her from arguing with him about it. He pulls away a moment later, moving his kisses to her chin, ear and neck.   

“I love you so fucking much,” Tommy whispers into her ear, nudging his knees between her thighs. His lips meet hers again before she can say 'I love you' back. One of his hands moved from beside her head to her thigh. “I want to be inside you right now.”  

“Fuck me, Tom, please, fuck me,” she moans as he slides his cock between her folds to coat it in her wetness  

Kissing her softly, he grips her thigh, and holds it against his hip as he slides himself inside her. Y/N’s breath hitches, her lips ripping from his and a low moan leaves her throat as pleasure ran through her body. His free hand cups her head and turns it to the side to get better access to her neck as he trails kisses up her neck as he moves his hips, pushing himself further inside her with each thrust.  

His thrusts are fast, deep, and hard making her breath catch in her throat. She wraps her legs around him pulling him as close to her as she can. Her body was tingling from his touch and the way his body moved with hers. She loved that he could always make her feel things she never felt before, even after the amount of time they’d been together.   

“Tom,” she gasps as her arms move around him, one hand running through his hair and the other digging nails into the skin on his back. “Oh, fuck,” She breaths, one hand moving to his ass, groping and urging him on. “I love you too. Fuck, I love you so much.”  

His grip on her thigh tightens as he moves his lips back to hers, kissing her more passionately. Picking up his pace, he takes one of her hands in his and entwines their fingers together and squeezes her hand.  

She can feel herself starting to come undone again as her walls started to tighten around him. He pumped in and out of her a few more times before she reached her peak, her toes curling as she comes all over him  

Tommy hits his peak after a few more thrusts, spilling his seed inside her before he collapses on top of her.  

Catching their breath, Tommy lifts his head and moves some of her hair out of her face and kisses her lazily, "You're my wicked queen. Thank you for saving me back there."  

"You're my wicked king," she smiles, keeping him close to her. "And I'll always be there to save you." 

CREDIT: support and mdni dividers made by @/cafekitsune. Razorblade dividers made by me .

[gremlintheslut]

Kinktober

Day 4 hate sex & power switch

Summary: your in a band that's on tour with guns n roses. Axl is a cunt and you have to share a hotel room with Axl due to everyone having to double up because of a lack of rooms

Warnings: hate sex, power switch, super mild violence (some get pushed to the floor), no condom but mention of birth control. P in v. 

Masterlist

The two of you had barley put your bags down before the screaming match started. You were to tired to fight properly so you were hurly what ever insults you could think of at each other even if they weren't true. "Your an ugly fucking ranga!" You scream at him ignoring the ringing phone which is no doubt a noise complaint. He gets pretty much chest to chest with screaming back his own insult.

You don't even listen to what he has to say. Your standing so close to each other but you don't back away. You stand staring at him while he screams until he stops. He stares back at you. The two of you stand inches away from each other's faces for a few seconds. You look past him at the phone and step away to go and answer it. Axl grabs your shoulders and pulls you back to your original spot. This time instead of standing like idiots he leans down and closes the gap.

He pulls away quickly to see if you want this. His question is answered fast as seconds after he pulls away you go up on you toes and kiss him again. This time he deepens the kiss. He has one arms wrapped around your waist and his other hand is holding the back of your neck. Axl slowly backs you up against the wall. Before you hit the wall he moves his hands to your hips. He pulls your skirt and underwear down before going to take off his own. While he unbuckles his belt you take your shirt off. You unclasp your bra as he steps out of his pants. You pull his shirt off before he pins you to the wall again though you don't stay there long.

Axl's back hits the carpet floor with a thud. His eyes go wide with shock and confusion. You slowly follow him to the floor. You kneel above him one leg on either side of him. Axl's eyes are no longer filled with shock or confusion but with lust. You grab the base of his cock with your thumb, your index finger and your middle finger. You line his pre-cum leaking tip up with your entrance and slowly lower yourself onto him.

Axl's hands grab your hips. Your quick to grab his wrists. You pin his arms above his head leaning forward as you do so. Still taking him in inch by inch your lips connect with his. You messily kiss him your spit mixing together as is drips down axl's cheeks and chin. You hit the base and the two of you moan into each other's mouths.

Your begin to move your hips fucking yourself onto him. Your lips move from his to his neck. You kiss his neck softly. "Don't leave any marks please" axl asks and you respond by sucking on the skin of his neck leaving a big red splotch with a few teeth marks.

He lets out a groan of annoyance. You continue to leave red marks on either side of his neck which will be blue and purple by the time he leaves the hotel next. The sound of skin slapping together continues to fill the room as you pick up the pace. Your hickeys and kisses move lower until your licking and sucking your way down his chest. You stop at his pierced nipple and being playing with said piecing with your teeth. He lets out a groan that he was clearly trying to hold back like he had with many other groans.

You find it difficult to fuck him with the way your back is arched so you move back up to his neck. Your muffled moans that have barley been audible again his skin and lips grow louder. Your clenching around him as your near your orgasm sending him closer to his. "Kiss me" he says and you do as he asks. Your lips connect even more messily then before. You both moan and groan into each others moths until you both reach your climax.

You loosen your grip on his wrist almost completely letting them go but you keep your arms and hands where they are. You collapse onto him. Both of you equally sweaty chest heave as you try to catch your breathes. Once you've got your breathing under control you go back up to kneeling on your shaky legs. You slowly lift yourself off of him. Once he's not longer in side your vagina you lay next to him on the floor. The two of you stare at the ceiling silently for a while.

"No one's gonna find out about this right?" Axl asks clearly getting anxious. "No, I'll help you cover the hickeys tomorrow" you says sitting up. You grab your pajamas out of your bag and head to the bathroom. "Can I join you in the shower?" Axl ask grinning. "Your fat ass with hog the water" you say opening the door and stepping through. "Bitch" he says. "Fire crotch" you yell from behind the closed bathroom door.

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Thanks for reading love ya💋-gremlin

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

Random Escaped Audios character headcanons (semi domestic... Idk?)

Escaped and Jean sleep with socks on, a habit they picked up in prison.

Escaped also sleeps with the mask on sometimes. And only in his boxers... And socks. Sexy. Seductive, even. 😂

Jean sleeps in whatever he wore that day minus the pants. Crinkled dress shirts all the way. (if he even gets sleep that is) On really bad days, before the intern, he just threw on pants the next day and was ready to go. (yes he did shower... But he put his old clothes back on)

Precious baby boy Ivan (actually adorable dilf... ESCAPED NO YOU DID NOT SEE THAT!!!😳) sleeps in matching pyjama sets and even got some for Raven and Paloma so they all three can match! of course the pj's are bird themed!

Now that I'm on a "what they wear to bed" trip... Alphonso does the classic t-shirt and boxers combo, jogging pants if he's cold. Plus a hoodie if he's really cold. Which is rare. Or... Well... His slayer uniform.

Benji does the t-shirt boxer combo too. All year. He mostly wears his old college (or band👀) tees to sleep.

You cannot convince me Crow "i don't have use for t-shirts" doesn't (didn't 😢) sleep butt ass naked. Either that or fully... Clothed? As clothed as he is. Leather harness shoulder bracer and all. There's no in between.

Enough of the sleep hc's... 🙈 Onto the random stuff

Nap dates with Jean!

Escaped has a sweet tooth. Also LOVES home cooked meals. After all the junk in prison, he loves the times in between where he gets to eat real food. If he could choose between take out or home cooked it's home cooked all the way. (one of the goons is a fantastic cook)

He misses his mom's food, though.

Escaped does finger guns all. The fucking. Time. Like...🧍‍♂️... 👉👉...🧍‍♂️

Alsoooo... Escaped and spiderman kisses!

I have many feelings about our slutty villain soo... He's a cuddler. Big time. Won't admit it, but likes being the little spoon (kinda mentioned in the audio). Will also lie on top of you if he catches you lying around, and put his head on your tiddies or tummy.

Crow has one of those photo calendars on his desk. It's with cats. Doesn't use it for calendar stuff... Only has it for the pictures. Gets new ones every year but keeps the old ones in a drawer in his desk.

Benji, our precious marine biologist (yes shh i know it's not exactly his job), is the same but with sea animals.

Also... Benji makes mixtapes. Not just early into the relationship, but also after he got married. It's his anniversary gift. Literally spends all year compiling a playlist, and a movie watchlist for datenights!

Picnic beach dates with Benji!

And forest or bird watching dates with Ivan (birbs☺️)

Also 100% convinced Ivan manages to befriend the crows he's feeding & playing with and they bring him gifts in return.

Jean likes his hair to be played with. (shout out to @stupd000 for saying he likes having his hair pulled🙈)

He also learns more songs on the ukulele and he and the intern sing together. Not very well, but it's cute. When the singing gets too bad, one would just kiss the other to shut them up.

Alphonso keeps souvenirs of the places he visits on hunts and keeps them in his room at the slayers' stronghold when he's there.

Jean is a bit jittery from all the coffee he drinks. Goes through withdrawl after escaping the mafia. But now he's down to the normal amount of coffee for a day (like... 2-4 cups a day)

Ivan will come and wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your (Raven's) shoulder while you two cook together. Will steal bits of food, too.

Ivan does wood carvings sometimes. He carved a little raven for Raven. Paloma painted it hot pink, she's very proud of it!

Once at safety, Jean adopts a stray dog... which turn into three.

Ivan will totally bring home injured animals (especially, ofc, birds) and nurse them back to health.

Okay I think that's all I can come up with for now

[sevcasejay1chicago]

I still…. Kelly Severide

Summary: After six months apart, you finally break.

Warnings: mentions of fights, arsonists, and drinking.

Authors note: COMPLETELY based off a prompt list from @dumplingsjinson

Walking into Molly’s always felt like coming home. Though there were some new faces, you recognize many of the patrons from Firehouse 51, Med, and the Intelligence Unit. You had volunteered to go undercover on a four month assignment. Previously, you had been partnered with Jay Halstead, who now works with Hailey Upton. Hailey had been your contact since she was brand new, meaning nobody would know she was part of intelligence. She freely came in and out of your UC house, frequently spending time with you to make sure you were safe and staying sane.

Though four months turned into 6 months, when this opportunity came along, you thought it was nothing short of a blessing. You had just had your heart broken and you were looking forward to getting the hell away from him, but his shadow still lurked around every corner of your mind. Then again, it’s practically impossible to forget someone like Kelly Severide.

The memory of that night came flooding back as you and Kelly locked eyes for the first time in six months.

———

You just arrived home from work. It had been a rough day to say the least. Squad 3 had been on a call with intelligence. The arsonist was target the intelligence unit, mainly you and Jay due to the perp being a old CI that felt he got a bad rap. Kelly decided to throw the guy to the ground when he started yelling and spitting at you as Kevin was attempting to haul the guy to the squad car to pat him down before cuffing him.

Kelly jumped the guy, bringing Kev and the perp down with him. Kelly got a few good hits in before most of Squad finally got him off. Of course, you burst into tears as the weight of the day and the realization of what Kelly had just done made itself clear to you. Jay wrapped you in his arms and ushered you away before Kelly could get a word in.

You hadn’t been home for more than 5 minutes when someone pounded on your door. You grabbed your gun from the dresser and crept to the door, quietly looking through the peephole to see who the hell was banging on your door. Of course, it was Kelly.

You breathed a sigh of relief and slowly opened the door. “Hey Kel.” You whispered, tucking your gun in your waist band.

Kelly walked past you, not meeting your eyes. “We need to talk.”

You nodded, though Kelly still wouldn’t look at you. “I agree.” You whispered, moving to sit on the couch. “What you did today. That can’t happen.” You said, getting straight to the point.

“What?” Kelly said, lifting his eyes to meet yours, his face red as he silently seethed.

“I don’t need you taking down a suspect when we had it under control. Kev HAD him. You didn’t need to jump him just for yelling and spitting at me.” You shook your head. “It was embarrassing to say the least.”

Kelly threw his hands up before running one down his face. “I was standing up for you. I stood up for you. Then you went to Halstead and left with him without a second glance my way.” Kelly shouted, starting to pace as he spoke.

“What are you saying Kelly?!” You yelled back, pissed at his clear accusation.

“Do you like Jay or something? Cause it sure as hell seems like you want him more than me.” Kelly snapped, whirling around to face you head on.

You shook your head. “Oh hell no. After everything I put up with at the beginning of this relationship. The rumors of you being with other woman and having to build my trust in YOU. Now YOUR accusing ME of cheating on you with my partner who had to get me out of there because I was having a panic attack?! But NO you were too busy getting out of control and taking down Kev and the suspect.” You shook your head. “Get out Kelly. Just go. This is done. IM done.” You shouted, tears streaming down your face as you stood.

Kelly deflated, realizing he messed up. He knows about your struggles with anxiety and he knows that this case had been weighing on you and stealing your sleep. Hell, you had stayed at the firehouse multiple nights just to feel safe, sleeping in Kelly’s office while he did paperwork or snuggled up with him in between calls.

“Y/n.” Kelly whispered, coming closer to take you in his arms.

“No.” You shook your head, stepping around him and holding the door open for him. “Please. Just go.”

———

Now, six months later, you find yourself relieved to see that Kelly doesn’t have a girl wrapped in his arms. You have been replaying that night over in your head since the day you left. You’ve been hoping to get this opportunity, and it’s finally here.

You strode over to him, greeting everyone else at the table, before pulling him out to the patio. Kelly sat down, waiting as you downed two shots and then grabbed your favorite drink before sitting across from him.

“First, I need to get something off my chest before we really talk. I just need you to listen, okay?” You asked, not continuing until you got a nod. “I tried to forget you and us when I left, but I couldn’t. I-I can’t. I-I tried to get you out of my mind, thinking there was no way you still had me in yours. I still have your number memorized like the back of my hand. I dialed it many times while I was away, but it- it just didn’t feel right to say any of this over the phone. All I could think about was you. I still remember how you taste, t-the curve of you under my palms; every curve, and every line.” you stopped to catch your breath, tracing the lines in the palm of your hand as you spoke.”I still smell traces of you on my pillows. Your smell ingrained in the fabric, but mostly faded as these months went by. I still remember your little quirks,” you giggled,” which I still find so endearing, even though you find them annoying. I still remember our inside jokes and they kept me laughing through all the tough days. I still remember your favorite songs, the ones we used to sing out loud after you got over your embarrassment in being caught; those were on repeat when I needed to dance it out. I still remember your smile. The soft quirk to it. Like the one your wearing right now. I mean, how could I not? It was the brightest thing in my life.” you smiled sadly and took another deep breath to reign in your emotions before continuing. ”I still remember how you sound. Your sweet voice that you hated listening to when I recorded it, but it kept me afloat. I remember how you were there for me through thick and thin. I still remember how you would be there for me no matter what. I remember how our love was unconditional, un-Until it wasn’t.” you wiped a few tears before continuing. ”I remember that last fight, when everything went down hill. I still don’t fully understand it, b-but I’m trying.” you rushed to add.” I still think about you. Day in and day out. I-I still miss you. I still want you. I still n-need you.” You paused, wiping your tears away to see him clearly as you said,” I-I still love you.” You finished, breathing deep and trying to stay in control so that you wouldn’t break down sobbing.

Kelly sat through your whole speech, tears burning the back of his eyes as he watched you. He could see the difference this undercover op made in you. You were still you, but something bad happened to you while you were under. He could see it.

Kelly stood, smiling sadly as he approached you. He sat down, taking you into his arms as you finally broke down. “I still love you too sweetheart.” Kelly whispered, rocking you back and forth once you got yourself situated in his lap. “Shhhhh. I’ve got you now. It’s over. I’m so sorry. I love you.”

@alicexvrose

[thebadboyfanclub]

Fire and Water Pt. 5 (Massimo x Reader)

Look my guy I got inspired by the song Trust issues the weeknd remix and shameless Camilla Cabello, this might need multiple parts but I have seen you guys ask for it and I think it’s time for me to serve and for you guys to eat… also I would like to say thank you to @severewobblerlightdragon I have noticed them liking my stuff and almost always lives a comment I really appreciate it.

Part 4

The way (y/n) took over Massimos house resembled to a tiger being released from its cage, authority suited her as she strolled around with her chin high and her eyes making grown men shiver and scurry away after mumbling “yes, miss”.

Massimo observed her with his lips in a thin line and his hands curling to a fist, however he knew that any type of reaction would cost him an unbearable amount of power, her family was the only one that came to his aid, the only source of support and protection if he moved even in the slightest way that displeased (y/n) he would be left with nothing.

“A charity ball?!”

“A way to celebrate your success and show to everyone you are left unbothered and unharmed, a gracious move to invite every important person from our cycle and reconcile while standing tall despite the attempted assassinations”

“If you want to wear a fancy dress do it somewhere else, I thought we were supposed to protect this house not let everyone in”

“We accept people that have been exclusively invited by Ass, people who matter, your reputation is at stake, the great massimo has the tail between his legs and is hiding behind his stone walls”

“I am not hiding”

“It doesn’t fucking matter what you have been doing, that is what they are saying, the charity ball is happening like it or not, the invites have already been send out, but your… wife a dress and you better mingle with your guests, like a good and generous host. Got it?”

Massimo identified the assertive tone in (y/n)s and gaze that could burn his entire house down, he could also see his advisor Mario nod at him behind her back, a way to stir Massimo to not push (y/n) further.

“Fine, make your preparations. I am sure if you try hard enough the ball will be decent”

“It will be better than the fiasco Laura had caused, she danced on a pole while somebody called her a whore right?”

Massimos hand slammed on his wooden desk while his other hand instinctively his right hand reached for his gun and pointed it right at her chest. The scary part wasn’t that (y/n) was held at gun point, nor the expression of fury in Massimos handsome face, it was the devilish grin that decorated (y/n)s lips, unfazed by the situation completely.

“Amateur, if you really want to kill me, you aim at the head”

She instructed while her fingers wrapped around the gun and let it touch the skin on her forehead. Massimo was a man that was never afraid to use his weapons, still the way that she did not even blink, better yet she teased him about it left him speechless.

“Massimo put the gun down”

“No, let him, what are you waiting for? Just so you know if I die you will have a bigger problem than a dead body, but an entire empire running after you and my brother wanting your head served in a silver platter”

“You think I am scared of your stupid brother?”

“No, no you are not, you are however scared of me. Even if you plant a bullet between my eyebrows you will never, ever get rid of me”

-

As always (y/n) had gotten her way and the charity ball was buzzing with people, the band she had hired played wonderful music, the staff kept the glasses of champagne full and the platters of small little delicacies going.

Massimo had his hand on Laura’s waist as they went to greet the guests, a United couple that scoffed at the missed jabs of their enemies, at least that’s what they portrayed.

The music came to a halt as a slight sound of the champagne glass summoned every guests attention. As Massimo looked up at the start of his stairs he was met with (y/n) smiling brightly with a glass in her hand, “she finally showed up” he thought

“Our dear guests, I apologise for interrupting any conversations but we have all night for chatter, me and my family would like to thank our dear friends Massimo and his family that were so kind to extend their hospitality to us, I would like to take this moment to raise my glass. To you and your wives success, both of them beautiful, kind and strong despite all. Cheers to the perfect couple”

Everyone clapped and took a sip, to anyone that did not know any better this was such a gracious gesture, a declare of loyalty and a announcement of the two families being allies, to Massimo this was a hit below the belt, to sarcastically smile and praise his wife after everything that has taken place.

Regardless of it all he took a slight sip as his grip to Laura tightened, he wanted to kill her, grab (y/n) by her pretty neck and snap it like a twig, his eyes followed her figure when she went down the stairs.

God was she bewitching, a sight for sore eyes in her dress, the most infuriating part about (y/n) is that he always left him in shambles, to kill her or to fuck her? That is the question

“(Y/n), I have to say that speech was very kind of you”

“What can I say I have a soft spot for love, we started off on the wrong foot Laura, that does not mean we should continue that way”

She was lying, Massimo knew that much and what was worst is that Laura was buying it, his wife believed that (y/n) was genuine and did not just plan an evil scheme to ridicule him further. (Y/n) reached for Laura’s hand to give it a slight squeeze of comfort.

“I am delighted you chose to wear the dress I send for you”

“It was the best out of all how could I not?”

“And you look good in it too, I will catch up with you two later, I must say hello to someone”

(Y/n) was over the moon, just the look on Massimos face made it all worth it, his hands were completely tied and there was nothing she could accuse her of, hell she had even mend her relationship with Laura and now all eyes were on Massimo.

(Y/n) approached the person she was interested in, the only man that made it look good while being completely out of place.

“So you must be… nacho? Right?”

“Yes, and you are miss (y/l/n)”

“Precisely, although I must say nacho does not suit you”

“It is only a nickname”

“I can definitely think of others that would be better”

“Is that so?”

His eyebrow raised at the sneaky way of the woman that weasels her way in his reader, he had seen her walk around the garden, a striking presence could not be missed by any man and she had been captured by his baby blue eyes, the man was sculpted by the Gods and she just so happened to be in need of a hobby. (Y/n) bit her lip as she swiftly nodded at him, the look of a helpless innocent doe that she held worked its magic on him as his pearly whites appeared at a grin.

“I’ve heard wonderful things about your work, people say you are… good with your hands”

“Such flattering words miss (y/l/n)”

“Would you like to show me your… works?”

“Whatever miss (y/l/n) wants she gets right?”

“Lead the way then and please call me (y/n)”

Her voice barely above a whisper as she said her name. Nacho only left his glass on a stand before he let his hand touch her waist and escorted her out of the mansion, what the man had not noticed is that as they went in the garden and away of the eyes of strangers Massimo had silently followed them, curious to see what was happening, who was he? Why was (y/n) walking away with him? He could barely hear what they were saying until they reached a more secluded part and stopped, (y/n) rested her back on a wall as she held her glass of champagne.

“Have you always been interested in gardening?”

“No, I like trying new things”

“That sounds promising”

“I must admit I had my eye on you”

“I noticed”

“You are a very interesting woman”

“I know, I must say you have a lot if potential… if you are up for it”

Massimos blood boil at the sight of (y/n) so sexually flirting with a man, she had never been like that with him, why would this low life get to have her while he could not even get a bite? Nacho placed his hands at either side of (y/n)s face supporting himself on the stone wall, she looked mesmerising under the moonlight, her chest rose as she took in a deep breath.

“I have never been afraid to get my hands dirty”

“Kneel”

She command him, Nacho took the champagne glass from her hand and took a sip before he leaned to connect his lips with hers, at the slight part of her lips he was able to pass a small amount of the champagne in her mouth making the kiss even more thrilling.

He pulled away from her to do as he was told, his one hand went underneath her dress to caress her leg from her ankle and up bringing goosebumps along her spine.

“Obedience becomes you”

“And we have only just began”

Nacho had kept the glass only to take a big sip of what was left of it and throw it away, quickly he lifted her dress and allowed the liquid to ran down the part that ached the most, the cooling sensation made her hiss before pleasure took over.

Massimo stood dumbfounded as he watched from the bushes his (y/n) have such an intimate moment with someone beneath her, he could imagine how good it would feel if he sliced his throat right at her feet, or maybe he should fuck her right there and make him watch. In reality, he froze at his spot as (y/n) let a few audible moans slip past her lips, he should leave, spare himself the fury of being a bystander.

(Y/n) could feel the thrill of nachos skill take over her, not only was the man between her legs extremely qualified, she was also aware of whom it was that had followed them and was now sneaking a peek through the woods, just the image of Massimo being helpless and having to endure the show of her become undone with another was enough to send her over the edge.

To have a gorgeous man please you while risking exposure while simultaneously getting on your first loves nerves was the biggest aphrodisiac that no money could ever buy. Once she felt herself slowly shimmer down she guided her hand on nachos chin and ran her thumb over his swollen lips before leaning down to plant a peck on them.

Massimo saw something beyond the pornographic scene, the movements, the lust in her eyes, the need to blow off some steam in that way. She was no longer the person he knew way back when, (y/n) had become… like him.

“You are so… good, now go”

[the-fiction-witch]

Loyal

Media IRL X Mafia / Crime Gangs

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating scary

Warnings: Manipulation / abuse

I stood in my bedroom folding laundry and putting my clothes away, I hummed to myself a little. When suddenly my hums turned into a scream as I felt hands on my waist forcing me down on my bed. I punched kicked and did everything I could to keep these two linnin-suited men away. But they moved back and I realized I knew them...

"Get in the car Miss Y/l/n." One demanded, 

"Why?!" 

"He. Wants to see you." 

"...Why?" I gasped, 

"Get in the car Miss Y/l/n." The other demanded, opening his white suit jacket and revealing the gun in his waistband, 

I nodded and stood up going to my wardrobe, so they left me alone. I sighed holding back my fearful tears as I got dressed into my little powder blue shoes, my flesh-tone tights, my matching blue dress, I painted my nails to match my dress and brushed my hair setting a white Alice band in my hair the way he likes. 

I grabbed my white bag and gloves and headed out to my apartment where they waited for me. 

Without a word, I was ushered out of my apartment down to their white vintage Ford and sat in the back seat with the men on each side of me. As soon as the door was shut the driver began to head through the warm cobble streets, I held my breath and tried not to cry, not to shake with utter fear. 

Soon enough we pulled up to the large house the car stopping in front of the door so I had no escape, I was forced to climb out onto the cobbles and for a moment I looked up to the tall imposing windows, the stone of the house surrounded me on almost all sides, white cars lined up in the courtyard making me feel like a hunted animal. But they didn't let me stand long.

I was forced to walk through the house without them once touching me but the threat of them standing around me was enough as they walked me through the beautiful expensive old house, I knew my way and they knew I did but they still walked me there making sure I didn't go elsewhere. 

Until they stopped at two large mahogany doors, they tapped three times and two returned. The two men pushed open the doors to reveal an impressive office of red and aged wood, men in black littered the room enjoying drinks and smokes, all of them armed. They both headed inside joining the others I merely loomed too frightened to enter. 

"Come in," His voice called out in its usual refined tone, "I've been expecting you pet," 

I was too afraid but I stepped inside the office my little shoes just over the door line, I was too sheepish to go any further. 

"Sit down." He ordered, "Before I make you sit."

I nodded and stepped across the rug doing my best not to make eye contact with any of the men all of whom fell silent and watched my every step, once I reached the large mahogany desk where a leather chair was waiting for me I perched myself on it as close to the edge as I could and still be sitting, I held my bag and gloves in my lap trying to keep my breathing steady, I glanced up and met his eyes. 

Thomas sat in the large leather chair, in dark almost black oxford shoes, deep blue trousers with a pressed line down the front perfectly tailored to him, a white custom belt with a silver buckle that seemed almost to glint, a perfectly pressed white lining shirt rolled to his elbows, no tie to mention, his matching blue jacket on the back of his chair, his cigar in hand, his brown dark chocolate eyes stared at me, his blonde hair fixed to one side loosely, "They won't harm a hair on your head, don't worry." he reassured, 

I nodded and gulped picking my nails a little, 

"Out." He demanded and without another word the room emptied but us two, he set his cigar down on his ashtray on his desk and he got to his feet, I did my best not to look at him as he came and leant himself on the desk inches from me looming over me, "Don't. I like your nails, how you always match them to your cute little outfits for me." he smirked taking my hand in his to prevent my picking as well as giving my hand a kiss, "You know why your here don't you?"

"...No sir,"

He chuckled, "Come on, you're a clever girl. You don't mean to tell me you don't know what's going on." his long slender fingers came and took a strand of my hair playing with it gently 

"...I uhh I don't ask questions, sir."

"Good girl," He cooed tapping my head like I was a respectful dog, "Now... the business at hand." He said, "If seems someone... has left our ranks, started off on their own and decided to become a rival. Taking my business, and I want that business back." He explained the serious tone in his voice getting lower and lower as he spoke. 

I nodded my fear overflowing me, my body shaking, "...My father."

"Yes, pet. You're father." He said, "He seems to think he has the right to steal my business. I think that gives me the right to steal something of his don't you agree?" 

I nodded tears flooding down my face,

"Don't cry pet. It's just business." 

"I'm sorry- I'm sorry... I had nothing to do with my father I promise please don't hurt me thomas." I begged between tears, 

He chuckled "I'm not going to hurt you pet. I promise."

"You won't?"

"I won't." He nodded, "But I need you, my sweet girl, to do something for me."

"what is it?" I asked as I dried my tears, 

He smirked and his hand that had been in his pocket this whole time slipped out and set a small bottle filled with a fine white powder on the desk in front of me, I stared at it, unable to look away. 

"...It has to be done?"

"He's made himself my rival there for a target. He knew what that would mean." He answered without a shred of mercy to his voice, 

"The boys could so easily-"

"No. I want you to do it."

"... does it have to be me?" I asked meeting his eyes, 

He smiled and stroked my cheek, "I love you pet. I love you very much, However." he said, "You're father has left our organization, taken secrets and connections with him, started off on his own. It needs to be you. Becuase as much as I love you... I don't trust you."

"You can trust me-"

"No. I can't. He's your father." He glared, "I need to know... that you are loyal to me. and not to him."

"I am loyal to you, you can trust me I-"

"If you are, then you should have no arguments and no issue doing what I ask of you pet."

"...Yes sir." I nodded,

"Good girl," He nodded, as he held my face and kissed my hair, "They have a meeting at Estelen this afternoon with his business partners, you are going to meet with him and deal with him." He said, "So? Can I rely on you pet?"

"... and if I fail? If I can't do this..."

He smirked, "I think you know. You will not fail and that is an order pet. Understand?"

"Yes sir." I nodded as a tear slipped down my cheek, 

"Good girl. Now that's all the tears I wish to see slip from those sweet eyes. When it's done you'll come back to me." 

"Yes sir," I nodded as I nervously took the bottle and added it to my bag, 

He smiled and wiped my tear from my cheek, "I want you to do something for me before you go,"

"Yes?"

"You know what I want." he smirked biting his lip, "Come. Give me a cuddle and tell me you love me." 

I nodded and sheepishly got to my feet, I adjusted my dress and set my bag and gloves on the chair, I stopped short as I stood before him almost too scared to touch him. 

He didn't wait and wrapped his arms around me pulling me between his legs and to his chest he held my hip and his hand stroked my hair he pulled my head close so I had no escape from him even sharply inhaling my hair, "Come on, I wanna hear you say it pet." he whispered in my ear before his tongue licked my earlobe, 

I held my breath a moment and gathered up all my confidence and held him close resting my hands on his chest, I pressed my lips to his cheek for a few seconds leaving my lipstick kiss against his skin, and whispering in his ear, "I love you thomas..."

"I love you too pet. Now follow my instructions and come back here and I'll give you a very nice reward. Understand?"

"Yes sir,"

"Good girl," He smirked, "I do not like seeing those tears on your face pet  so, do not shed anymore"

"I won't." I nodded,

"Perfect, now don't keep me waiting," he growled as he let me go,

I nodded and turned on my heels walking out of the office and as soon as I was out of view I wanted to burst into tears but I knew it would be foolish so I headed out to the car where the men waited with the door open to take me to the restaurant Estelen.

[mayalaen]

fuck it friday wips #3

Snippet #3 is from a Stranger Things/Fargo fusion where Munch drops Gator off at Hopper's ranch instead of leaving him with Roy at the end of S05E09.

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“I’m not worth much, bro,” Gator said with a chuckle. “I’m way over eighteen, my arm is busted, and I fucked up my leg in high school playin’ football. How about you let me go, and I’ll make sure you get a bonus for Christmas. I can get you a barely legal boy. Clean.”

Hopper stared at him with something like wonder on his face. “I don’t want that.”

Gator smirked. “Too old for ya? Okay. I can get you a younger one. You like blond boys? Your boy there is gettin’ a little up there in years. Worn out?”

Hopper snorted as Billy walked up to them with what looked like pajama bottoms and a T-shirt in his hands. “I don’t want that either, kid,” he said before turning to Billy. “He’s gonna need help with staying put. Can you grab me the cuffs with the waist and leg bands?”

Billy was staring at Gator, mouth hanging open. 

“Catchin’ flies there, pretty boy?” Gator asked.

Billy’s mouth quirked up into an amused grin with something soft in his eyes that Gator couldn’t place. “No. Just surprised to see a familiar face.”

Gator frowned. “Huh?”

Hopper took the clothes from Billy and nudged the guy’s chest with them. “Knock it off.”

Billy rolled his eyes, but turned and headed for the back of the house. Or cabin. Whatever the fuck it was. It was small and shitty and pathetic. If Hopper was a human trafficker, he really needed to charge more and get a nicer place.

The furniture was even shittier than the cabin itself. Worse than second hand. Looked like he went shopping at the dump.

“We can do this the hard way or the easy way,” Hopper said, dropping the clothes on the table just inside the door and putting his hands on his hips. “

“Okay, so you’re not interested in a new boy,” Gator said with a nod. “I get it. He’s already broken in just the way you want him. But I can get you anything you want. Anything! Looks like you need some money for new shit, but if dumpster life is your style, then maybe you’re not interested in money. I’m not gonna judge. But I can get you guns. Lots of ‘em. Drugs maybe? What’s your thing?”

Hopper held up his right hand and extended his index finger. “Option one is I untie you and you take a shower willingly,” he said before extending his middle finger to join his index finger. “Option two is Billy and I strip you and scrub you clean ourselves.”

[puella-peanut]

Teenage tramp Daniel has the hots for handyman Kreese lmao. Thots?

Gorgeous, seventeen year old neighborhood tramp Daniel LaRusso is…mad. Big Mad to be exact. 

It’s all because his attempts at seducing the local, rugged, handsome neighborhood handyman have…fallen flat. Failed to lift off. Closed on opening night. Houston, we have a problem, and his name is John Kreese. 

Thing is, Daniel’s gone all out. Taken out all the big guns. Brought out the big, flashy, show-stopping numbers. He’s been coy, coquettish. An innocent and not-so-innocent tease. Sweet and shy. Sassy and spunky. A bonafide ingenue to the Lolita of the Valley, and all around the block and back again! 

Jeeze, he’s never worked this hard for a lay in his life!

See now—he’s worn his tiny band crop tops. His tiny tank-tops cut to show plump, caramel nipples. His even tinier, cut off jean-shorts that hardly leave anything to the imagination. 

He’s boosted himself up on the front of John’s battered Ford pickup, just to criss-cross those long, bare, coltish legs of his. Straddled (and stolen) ladders John’s been using while he works, to display parted, slender thighs. (And show off how limber he is. How…flexible.) Reached up to grab at nothing on his toes to show off a waist so small and trim that a pair of (large, callused, rough) masculine hands could span oh-so-easily. He’s bent himself over convenient surfaces—countertops, couches, tables, wobbly banisters and kiddie coloring tables for crying out loud!—to show off his sweet, juicy ass. The lush cheeks that spill out. The roundness of it all. 

He’s brushed up against John, sat touching him knee-to-knee, fallen across him “accidentally”, faked a sprained ankle in the hopes of a bridal-carry, and still—still goddammit!!—John hasn’t paid him any attention!! Not the slightest bit. 

All Daniel has gotten in return is: ‘Hey, you’re in my way.’ To, ‘Put some clothes on, Prima Donna, it’s January, and your sneezing is unhygienic.’ And even a, ‘Join the Service, kid. That’ll whip some sense into you.’

Ugh. 

Ugh. Ugh. Ughhhh. 

…Why, by this time with his other conquests, he’d gotten railed twice over! All stupid, annoying, teenage boys; simple schoolboy, after-school flings to pass the time. Like that total brain-dead bimbo Johnny, or violent karate bad-boy Mike. To foreign exchange student Chozen, followed by future sociopath Dutch. A real slick wannabe named Ponytail got him next, then sweet preacher’s boy Bobby. Jimmy and Tommy had tag teamed him after, and then finally that dorky piano nerd, rich-boy Twig (he’d gotten real maid service, a night in a mansion, and breakfast in bed for that one!). Between all of them, Daniel had gotten laid in six months more than some people did in an entire year! Lifetime even! Yeah, yeah, the lays themselves didn’t rank too high on the scale of one to ten (some far lower than others!)—but a fucking was a fucking, and he had been sixteen and desperately horny. Besides it had been summer, and California had made it too hot to be too fussy. 

…Except that now he is, because there is something about this Kreese that gets him all hot and bothered. Something about those sinewy, hairy, muscular arms. That solid, sturdy body. The heavy booted footsteps. The worn jeans and faded flannel. The fluffy, sandy hair (and matching, coarse stubble). The hairy, broad, hard chest. The squareness of his jaw, the strapping height. The surprising brightness of his blue eyes. The sudden, rare smiles. The fact that he is older, is an adult. A full grown man. That he can do anything to Daniel, and, smitten boy that he is, he’d let him. 

Yeah, Daniel wants him like one would want a cool drink on a hot day. He has it bad. But things have to get worse before they get better, right? And all fevers must run their course. 

And boy, what a fever this is!

(And may he never recover!)

…

Meanwhile, our John has indeed been stoic in the little tease’s presence—but, thing is, the moment he’s alone, tucked away safe in his bed or in the shower or even that one time in his kitchen for fuck’s sake—John has spent nearly every spare minute in his day jacking off furiously. Getting his sheets, tiles—even kitchen countertop—all sticky with jizz like he was fifteen again, and had seen a pair of breasts for the first time in a dirty magazine. (But those thoughts of his former teenage fantasies have nothing on the centerfold that is LaRusso.)

And, damn it, he spends far too much of his day dreaming about that full, red mouth. The glossy, floppy hair. Those long-lashed big brown eyes. The perky brown nipples, the slightest swell of the soft chest on that tiny, fragile body. The endless, shapely legs. The endless, tan skin. The endless smoothness of it. The curve of that plump ass. The bounce it had, the little tormenting jiggle when the boy walked with a spring in his step. The sweet little puckered cunt hidden between those slim thighs. How it would drip and spill and gush out all that John has to give the little shit. Is dying to. 

Oh, John’s got a calendar counting down the days until the boy is legal, until he’s all of eighteen and the law can’t save him—and then John’s gonna fuck him into submission, rail him into obedience. Pound that tight, juicy, boypussy raw until LaRusso can’t think for how good John’s giving it to him. 

And then he’s gonna make the little shit his, because fuck it all—the little Italian brat has made him fall for his charms big time.

Only a matter of time kid, John thinks later, watching the boy work his bag of tricks with a stoic, calm expression. Though he all but grins (inwardly) when the boy fumes in frustration at his non-reaction.

Just you wait, Prima Donna, John promises.

You’re mine. 

[villainsblog97]

Xdinary Heroes When they get Jealous

Requested by @mirohlayo, thanks for the request!

Summary: What happens when our 6 Heroes get jealous?

Warnings: Mentions of arguing, Jealousy (Obvi), some mentions of harassment, Language, some PG-13 stuff.

Scenario: Boyfriend AU, Romance, Angst, fluff at the end

Also Happy New Year lovelies!!!!

Gunil:

You should probably just expect this exact face from him

Gun-il would be PISSED

He sees another person flirting with you

They're dead

He's gonna become super clingy to you

Calling you every pet name in the book

Just to let this person know

You are already spoken for

The person will eventually get the hint

But now he's slightly hurt by you

And it's making him mad all over again

You two will have to talk it out

"Come on Y/N that person was totally flirting with you!"

Its gonna end up in an argument

But then when you see how hurt he is

You realize that you were in the wrongs

And you gently wrap your arms around him

Gun-il wraps his arms around your waist tightly

Holding you like he's gonna lose you

But you won't let that happen

Jungsu:

Jungsu can be super petty when he wants to be

(For this scenario he is)

So when he sees someone talking to you

Making you laugh

He's gonna give you the silent treatment

He's gonna let you finish your interesting conversation with this person

But after that

No words come out of Jungsu

"Jungsu are you listening?"

...

Nothing

All the way home

He's as silent as the grave

He wants to you know just how angry he is

but I feel like the silent treatment is also his way of biting his tongue so he doesn't say something he'll regret later

Finally you ask him if he's mad about something

And he just shrugs his shoulder

"Is it about who I was talking to earlier?"

Another shoulder shrug

"Oh my god Kim Jungsu you're so ridiculous!"

Now he's slightly glaring

"That's my cousin you idiot!"

"Wait really!?"

It speaks...

"Yes!" You laugh

Well now he feels kind of stupid

Gaon:

Now I've said before that Jiseok looks like a really scary guy when he's pissed off

(I still stand by it)

And he was really pissed off

This person had been trying to make a move on you all night now

He was trying really hard to not let it bug him

But he finally had enough

He walked over and pulled you up from the chair and slid his arm around your waist

"Sorry friend... this one's taken" he smiled with a slight smirk

(oof)

He's feeling a lot of emotions right now

Anger

Sadness

Hurt even

Jiseok would be an emotional mess when you two got home

"I mean what were you thinking!?" he would snap

"I'm sorry Jiseok I thought they were just being nice, I told them over and over again that I was here with my boyfriend"

"Which is why you shouldn't have talked to them in the first place"

You gave Jiseok some time to cool off

You never intended to hurt him

Jiseok eventually accepts your thousand and one apologies

But he doesn't want people to take what's his

Ode:

With this picture alone you should know what's coming

I wouldn't want to mess with Oh Seungmin

I feel like it's the last thing you should do

Someone should tell that to the person who kept hitting on you

Seungmin had stepped outside for a second to take a phone call

and someone thought they could just come up and start hitting you up

You tried to ignore it

but then they tried to put a hand on your leg

Just as Seungmin came back inside

Boy is fuming

He's gonna grab the person's hand that's resting on your leg

and give him a piercing glare

"Didn't your mom ever tell you not to touch things that don't belong to you?"

(Whew... I need a moment....)

Now he's really mad

He drags you away to a spot where it's only you two

And you can't deny that you're finding his jealous side extremely attractive

Now there's tension

(Yes that kind of tension)

He's gonna kiss you like there's no tomorrow

To remind you who you belong to

(I'll leave the rest to your imagination ;) )

Junhan:

This wasn't supposed to happen

Hyeongjun introduced you to one of his friends

(Not any of the band members)

But he introduced you

and here was his best friend flirting with you

Hyeongjun doesn't know what to do

He's seriously conflicted

He doesn't want to show he's jealous

But he can't just sit here and let his friend flirt with his lover

You couldn't tell that your boyfriend's blood was boiling

in fact you couldn't really tell his friend was flirting

Finally Hyeongjun looks at his phone

"Ah Jagiya it's time to get back! The guys need me for practice"

He's giving you a look

One you don't think you've ever seen

Did he just call you Jagiya?

He takes your hand and pulls you away from the scene

Holding your hand tightly in his

Jun... are you okay?"

"I'm fine.."

You stop in your tracks and look at him

"Han Hyeongjun... are you jealous?"

"Well how could I not be!? My friend has always been a better flirt and he can get anyone he wants!"

You walked up to him and kissed his cheek

"True... but he can't get me... because I already belong to someone"

Jooyeon:

They say the first stage of grief is denial

Well it's also the first stage of jealousy

And boy was Jooyeon in it

You introduced him to an old friend of yours

Who also happened to be an ex boyfriend

But the break up was mutual

And you two decided to be friends

So why in the hell would an ex boyfriend be flirting with their ex lover?

These were the thoughts that were running through the maknae's head

You were his now

There's no way he's flirting with you

His mind was going all over the place

So bad he missed half the conversation

Including the question your ex boyf- I mean your friend, asked him

"Sorry what?" He asked

"I asked how long have you and Y/N been dating?"

"Ah... A couple of months now"

He starts mentioning how long you and him were together and all the stuff you guys did together and all the funny things that would happen on your countless amounts of dates

This was really starting to piss Jooyeon off

And it takes a lot to piss him off

You can tell Jooyeon is starting to get uncomfortable

Far from it

He's just getting irritated

So you say goodbye to your friend

And as soon as you two get home

Jooyeon captures your lips in his own

You melt into the kiss

"Sorry if that made you uncomfortable Joo, I didn't think he'd do that"

"Lets just forget about it" he whispers as he catches you in another kiss.

(My heart is beating so fast rn!!!)

Welp! That's it for that one! Feel free to leave in the comments or dm me if you have any requests for both group HCs or individual member's HCs! Happy New Year! Let's keep supporting our heroes and showing them our love! Fighting!

[turtlesnails]

Monster

It wasn’t meant to be this way. Danny was supposed to be the good guy. The hero. Now a man was dead.

Febuwhump day 10- Killing in Self Defense

MAJOR WARNINGS APPLY- Graphic Depictions Of Violence- OTHER WARNINGS- non-major CHARACTER DEATH.

600words: Story under the cut:

It was the woman’s scream that had attracted Danny’s attention. It was loud, blood-curtailing, and borderline hysterical. His first thought was that it would have been a ghost attack- as that was what he was most used to dealing with in a town that was as haunted as this one was. Except when he flew closer he saw that it was not a ghost, but instead it was two men who had cornered a woman in one of the city’s alleyways. One of the men had his arm wrapped around the woman’s neck- strangulating her, the other man stood back as if he was distancing himself from the confrontation or possibly acting as the look out. 

A mugging? Or something worse? The thought left a sour taste in Danny’s mouth. 

What was he even supposed to do? He knew he could not let it happen. More like his obsession to help others prevented him from not helping. Sure he could call the police, he probably should call the police.  So Danny did what he thought was the right thing at the time. He flew down to the alleyway and confronted the two men. 

“Let her go.” Danny said- his eyes glowing ecto-green in both anger and intimidation.  

The man sneered, letting the woman go with a shove. She stumbled forward a step or two before toppling to the ground. 

“That bitch-“ The man said, “Owes me money.” 

“I-I don’t know man….”The second man said, looking between his friend and Danny, as he pushed up his glasses, “Maybe we should just go.”

The man took a step forward and the woman scooted herself backwards till her back hit the brick wall. 

“I am sure there is a diplomatic and less threatening way to handle all of this.” Danny reasoned, taking a few steps forward putting himself between the two men. 

“Why don’t you just mind your own business, kid.” The man said, his speech slurred as if he had been drinking.

“Can’t you tell she is afraid?” Danny tried.

The man looked between the woman and Danny. 

“Why don’t I give you a reason to be afraid?” He hissed through gritted teeth. He reached into his waist band and pulled out a gun, pointing it at Danny’s head. 

The woman screeched. While the second man started muttering, as if it was an attempt to calm the man down “Whoa- Brian-” 

Danny raised his arms up slightly, more to say we don’t need to do this then to surrender. 

“Put down the gun…” Danny whispered, it was a borderline beg, but he had to do /say/ something.

Instead, it pulled the man’s attention to him. The man’s arm swung, the gun fired soon after. 

It was by reflex that Danny went intangible. The bullets passed harmlessly though him. But standing on the other side was the other guy. 

Danny turned around seeing. The bullets had instead hit the other man, and red was blossoming on his shirt. 

That's when Danny saw nothing but pure green anger. 

Danny never lost control. 

He did this time. 

Before, he knew what had happened the alleyway was covered in more red than green. The man was clearly dead- something that Danny did not even know ghost were able to do. Kill a living human.

The injured man, and woman had both left, fled somewhere else.  The sound of police sirens called out into the distance. 

________________________________________________

“It was self- defense” Jazz said trying to reason with him, “Not murder. You did not do anything wrong.” 

It wasn’t meant to be this way. He was supposed to be the good guy. The hero. Now a man was dead. 

And, Danny felt like he was a monster. 

[i-love-oldermen]

I hate you? Pt.4

Y/n x Spencer Reid

Warnings: language

I walked over to my mom. She was scaring me.

Y/n: Mom whos on the phone

She says nothing she just stands there frozen. I take the phone out of her hands, I listen to it closely.

Y/n: Hello who is this

Y/n: Helllooooo

Y/n: Is anyone there

There’s mumbled screaming and sobbing in the back ground. My mom falls down to the ground and starts crying. I’m getting angry that no one is answering anything I ask.

Y/n: Who the fuck is this

???: Ah thats what i was waiting for

Y/n: Who is this, what do you want

???: Welcome back in town Ruby

Then the person hangs up. No this is someone from my old days. Ruby was my fake name when I did deals. Who could it possible be? The doorbell rings. My mom looks at the door so do I. I grab my gun and put it in the waist band of my shorts, I open the door. I’m ready to pull out my gun when-

Kids: Trick or treat

Omg it’s just little kids. A zombie, a Spider-Man, and a skeleton. I tell them I’ll be right back, I turn the corner and grab there candies.

Y/n: Here you go guys

I give all the kids candy and shut the door. My mom gets up and sits on the couch. I pull out my phone I don’t want to but I have to call my team. I call them and tell them everything that has happened since I got to my moms house. Never bringing up the name Ruby.

Hotch: Okay we’re on our way

I hang up the phone.

Y/n: Dont worry mom my teams on there way

She continues to cry on the couch. It won’t be long till my team is knocking on the door. I call Garcia real quick to see how much time I have.

García: hello princess how may I be your knight in shining armor

Y/n: García how long do I have till the team gets here

Garcia: Give me one minute

I can hear her typing on her keyboard really fast.

Garcia: You have roughly 15 mins

Y/n: They left the police station already

Garcia: Yep and there on route

Y/n: Okay i need one last thing

Garcia: anything what is it

Y/n: I wanna know if there has been any reports on a gang called ojos del Diablo

García: Weird name but sure

I hear the clicking of her keyboard. I have no idea what she’ll find. There’s a short pause and than she gasps.

Y/n: García What did you find

Garcia: I have to tell the team

Y/n: No garcia just tell me what you have

Garcia: One of the reports says they caught one of his guys but he wouldn’t speak due to someone name Ruby omg

Y/n: What about Ruby

García: It says that she would break fingers and arms if anyone disobeyed her

Y/n: Do they know who Ruby is

García: Uhm no, no one really does

Y/n: okay thank you García

García: y/n

Y/n: yeah

García: Be careful

I hang up the phone. There’s a knock on the door. I look through the window to see it’s a kid.

Y/n: Hey mom why don’t you go lay down

She stands up, mumbles something and then goes to her room. I’ve never seen my mom like this the screaming must have been my sisters. I open the door to see a kid standing holding a envelope and a bag. He looks terrified with tears in his eyes.

Kid: This is for you ms. Ruby

He hands me the envelope and bag. I open the envelope to see pictures of me. Some where I’m giving out candy others where I’m walking inside the police station.

Y/n: Okay honey thank you

He cries a little and than runs away. I don’t want to open the bag tell my team comes. I stare out the window and put the pictures on the coffee table. As I spread the pictures out there’s a picture I see of me and Spencer. He has his hand behind my back blocking Wes from me. If who ever is doing this thinks me and Spencer are something he’ll get hurt. There’s a knock at the door but I can see someone’s head through the small window in the door. I pull out my gun.

Y/n: Who is it

Hotch: It’s us open the door

I open the door. It’s going to be a very long night.

A/n: Heyyy guys sorry I haven’t written for a while, I’m already working on the next part so shouldn’t me much of a wait. Thank you guys for all the likes ❤️❤️❤️

[sunyandmony]

Originally from this post:

Made by @bittyfromquotev , originally found on @dca-prompts blog! :]

Things to mind:

The last note is not all that accurate but fits as a kid-term for this, whatever this is...

Quick note: They do not live in the daycare anymore! They have a whole mansion with more then five floors as unlikely as it may sound right now to y'all.

I will also put some images I made myself in here, lazy edits that is-... I'll put a trigger warning before each of them if they contain triggering things/objects.

TW: blood/oil, implied violence.

It was supposed to be just like any other day, chaos chaos and more chaos, it wasn't. The twins have been on a murder spree ever since a week ago, when they got into a argument with Eclipse, and now neither wants to see the other, Lunar has tried making them forgive each other. It failed miserably sadly as soon as the twins tackled Eclipse and ripped off half of his rays, an arm and half of his casing, which was so damaged his left eye stopped working, glitched out and turned off the moment he tried standing up on his own.

The twins were on their own, hunting down everyone they can while fitting right in with the human society, separating from each other and shape shifting(using the new nano machines) to look less like a robot during daylight, however, at night the chaos unleashes and they hunt everything and anyone they see on their way, and that is if they're a threat, if the threat doesn't move or attack back, they'll sometimes retreat and search for another one. They hungered for bloody fun and more to rip and tear at, while Bloody wanted to tear, Maim wanted to rip and rip and rip all of that sweet, human flesh...

.....

TW: Implied 'bullying', blood/oil, implied violence.

Meanwhile Solar Flare and Lunar sat on the couch in Sun and Moon's room, whatever you prefer to call it. Lunar had been crying for hours on end for a simple yet dumb reason, even if he was smart, someone just had to make him feel bad, that's why Sun and Moon aren't here, they have a new target in mind..

Earth was on their best behavior nonetheless, sitting in their room and not noticing anything happening outside, having gotten a whole new remodeling of the said area, and everything was just like they imagined, less like a safety hazard too. While they did like the stars, they must be taken off the walls sooner or later, they're.... Very much a dangerous area itself...

......

While Sun was still somewhat of a clean freak still, he couldn't help but smile maliciously at how easily their job has been done, the single problem was those stupid minions still coming after them. While the both knew it was useless to waste their resources on this, they just had to! How could they let that little bastard get away with hurting their family? In no way will they, they'll never see the light of day again, the both made sure.

TW:Gun, blood/oil, implied deaths and violence

Moon watched as Sun flexed his fingers on his gun before firing it while holding said gun backwards over his shoulder, sighing in what seems like annoyance. 'We're these people even gonna put up a fight already?! It's getting boring..' Sun thought while settling his gun back in it's spot on his waist band.

"Sun, come on, there's a lot more of them coming, and I don't have the patience to be here any longer." Moon blurted out to cover out the sudden alarms going off and sirens getting louder the closer they came, ah, one of them called the cops? So cute, such a bad attempt nonetheless though, they always had people to get them out of trouble. They always did.

"Fineee... But I'm blaming you for the loss of the knife!" Sun replied, sighing in exasperation, looking at Moon's persona just as dirty as his of the ungodly amount of blood and oil from their victims, the both took a breath in and then jumped, their newfound abilities including this, and then landed on the roof of the building, running off into the darkness of the night sky above them as the sirens got silenced by the air rushing around them.

.........

Killcode stood at the kitchen table, baring his razor sharp teeth, holding his face with sharp tipped fingers and cold hands, sighing internally. How was he gonna solve this one?... It was obvious they had everything at the tip of their fingers, just, not the twins, and everyone is being risked because of the two going out and being so reckless, not even caring to hide themselves away before they get caught up into it.

He was so tired of this, he was exhausted, he just wanted to have some peace, even for a moment, truly so he would take the week off, but he didn't dare to, business is business and he has to keep it going, and he was reminded so again when he was interrupted from his thought by a loud clank and a (assumed) painful crash somewhere on the upper floors.

Killcode let out a shudder breath, pushing the chair back and standing up, stretching his limbs, reminded he should stop arching his back in such ways. He looked around once more before walking through the long hallways towards the stairways, which were a spiral-like model and fancy spirals and small, crescent moon-like shapes on the edges and railings.

Killcode soon stopped at what seemed to be the second(?)floor from down to up of the mansion, sseeing Sun and Moon have broken in their own house through the window, the biggest one too, glass all over the floor as Moon hanged upside down outside while Sun sat on he floor inside, rubbing at his rays, clearly having landed on the wrong side.

Well, it was a bit of a relief, what wasn't was the mess and now even more scared Lunar hiding behind the couch, Solar Flare just staring at the scene, obviously unable to do anything unless he is ordered to.

Killcode sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose and walking down the last few steps of the stairs, stepping into the room, a living room full of broken glass, a scared Lunar and a frozen Solar Flare, this house was so messy every hour of the day, it was first Eclipse a few weeks ago, now it's Sun, who's next? The twi-

Before Killcode could complete his thoughts another loud crash came from the other window on the side of the living room, the twins swinging inside as their claws held onto the walls before they landed on the floor, straightening up and looking at Killcode as if they've been caught red handed, and they have been this time for sure.

They stared right back at their father, obviously having been caught in the act, dropping their head low and standing still as a rock, rooted to the floor, knowing they'll most likely get grounded or punished, either were good, and neither was yelling or shouting, they prefer to be 'good' kids at least at something, but it was impossible when they're so, SO energetic after finally having gotten their meal.

Moon slipped through the window, straightening up and stretching before walking over to Sun ever so slowly, holding his hand out to his brother, who took it and stood up, the both looking at the BloodMoon twins before to Killcode who walked over to the couch, ignoring the mess of bloody oil or blood on the floor his kids made and avoiding the glass shards.

TW: blood and oil, darkness

"Kid, calm down... It's all good, and safe..." Killcode sat on his knees at the side of the couch where Lunar was hiding, curling into himself, his small body shaking with every breath he took, whimpering as if anything was happening while the silence stretched on. He was still respecting Lunar if he didn't wanna be touched and if he would say so himself, not wanting to make this worse.

Sun and Moon whispered to themselves before nodding to each other, Sun stepping backwards and running off in the hallways, his foot steps getting silenced as he was immediately out of view, the darkness of the young night giving the illusion of that.

Moon stepped closer and sat down next to Killcode, opening his arms wide as Lunar raised his head to look at his brother, sniffing before tightly hugging Moon, seeming like Lunar likes Moon more then Killcode, it is fair as their father wasn't always the best himself, not that they minded him, it was just how busy he was, and they didn't judge him, but his absence to Lunar and possibly Earth was... Not helpful to make them cope with everything happening around themselves in this environment.

Moon patted Lunar's back, looking as Killcode soon left them alone, the twins nowhere in sight, probably left for their own arguments, Moon kept on humming, trying to calm his brother down, the oil and blood covering his persona not helping too much, but Lunar was either not bothered by it or just didn't see it if he didn't react to it yet.

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Hope you enjoyed this, it took me a bit with all the distractions and works and breaks, but I got it through as it's been sitting in my drafts for half of this week by now:'>

Please do point out any typos if you find some or any at all!