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[boolger]

I’m dangerous ☆ chapter 1 ☆ COD fanfic

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

[chapter 1] ☆[chapter 2] ☆ [chapter 3] ☆ [chapter 4] ☆ [chapter 5]☆ [chapter 6] ☆[chapter 7]

☆ fem!reader x Kate Laswell ☆ explicit. MDNI. ☆ 1/10 ☆ 1,843 words

☆ Summary: You were a hacker and had been a thorn in the side of the 141 gang for a while, in particular as you tried to find out who the famous leader, Watcher, was. But they refuse to be blackmailed and won’t pay you.

So, to prove that you weren’t just bluffing, but were a serious threat to them, you kidnapped a random woman that you saw coming out from one of their meetings, figuring she was a secretary or girlfriend or something.

Oh, how wrong you were.

☆ Tags: au mob, gang, kidnapping, blackmailing, dub-con, angst, smut, death, grief/mourning, hacking, non-con drug use, bondage, spanking, kissing, rough sex, inaccurate portrayal of mob, more will be added.

☆ note: I’m trying to keep the reader’s appearance vague, but she is afab, chubby and has shoulder length hair. ☆ As for plot – I’m not sure if I saw the post on tumblr or tiktok and I cant find it lol, but it mentioned reversing the more classic fanfic plots. So for example, the main character isn’t kidnapped by a mob boss - but kidnaps the mob boss. So, that is what I started with and then I will freestyle along the way. ☆ There will be mention of chronic illness and death of a character, not a main one, but the reader's little sister, but I try not to go into details about the illness aspect (since I don’t know too much about that). There will be focus on grief and the loss of a sibling however, so if that triggers or makes you uncomfortable, maybe don’t read this one. ☆ dubious consent in the later chapters, that might border to non-con. ☆ Badly described hacking. I don’t know shit about hacking, I've studied things in the humanities category the last six years. So if a bad understanding of tech makes you upset, I'm sorry.

Being a hacker wasn’t as glamorous as you had expected when you were younger. After everything with your sister, you had expected things to change, sure, but not into this. Everything was even more of a mess than before and somehow you got into blackmailing. Which, well… When you hit the right people, it paid well.

And sure, you had felt strong at first. Like you were invincible, a vigilante who blackmailed rich and awful people. You needed the money more than them, after all. Yet, the clock kept ticking and you needed more money fast. You needed more money to pay the last of your debts off and run away.

Which was how you ended up like this, blackmailing the mob.

The 141 gang was infamous on the streets of London. Most people knew who you talked about and those who didn’t, were often tourists or recently moved to the town. Whether they were hated or loved, really depended on who you asked. Some people said they made their areas safer, so they now had less crimes - others said they were horrendous bastards, who acted above the law. In truth, you didn’t really care. You weren’t a model citizen yourself, running around and blackmailing people. All you cared about was the fact that they had money, lots of it and they were easy to blackmail, since they didn’t want to be exposed.

Now, threatening them with the local police? Wouldn’t do much, it had to be to everybody – and then all the journalists too. Sure, you didn’t really have the energy to mass email out all the proof you had, but the 141 didn’t need to know that. You had them believe that you were a small group of people anyways and not just… you.

You, out in the almost empty house, over 50 miles away from London. It was much more lonely out here now. Half a year ago, you and your sister lived out here in peace, happy with how everything was going despite her illness flaring up now and again.

Now it was empty and lonely. Sometimes, when the wind hit the house at the right angle, you could hear the cars from the nearby motorway.

Alas, the 141 thought you were a big and bad group of hackers, threatening to take their kingdom down - and sure, you had a lot of stuff of theirs that could be bad in the wrong hands. You had papers, screenshots and recordings from when you hacked into different security cameras. You had traced a lot of them too, you had evidence.

Now they just needed to pay.

So far, they hadn’t really been fun to play with. They refused, saying that you were bluffing. Saying that if they saw you, they were going to kill you, which wasn’t really nice of them. You doubted they couldn’t survive without 60,000 pounds. Sure, it was a lot of money - but you needed them too. A bit more, you dared to think. And for a whole mobster empire? Seemed like a good deal to you.

Besides, you were so curious that you wanted to die: Who was their boss? Nobody knew. Everyone had ideas and theories, sure, but the famous Watcher was still unknown, even to you - which bothered you so much. You had your own theories, your main one was that this Watcher was really just John Price.

No matter who the Watcher was - and how good your deal was - they were just so fucking stubborn. So, you needed to prove that you were serious. You didn’t really have the time to mess around and send them more photos or shit, so according to movies you saw - and google - it was time to step up.

Go from hacker to kidnapper. Which really hadn’t been a career plan of yours, but here you were.

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You had tracked one of them, the Scot that everyone called Soap, so that you could follow them from a distance. You weren’t stupid enough to actually try to shadow them. Despite them not hanging around the finest streets of London, your beat up van stuck out sometimes.

Plans? Sure, you had… some of those. At least, you knew what not to do.

First of all - You weren’t going to take Price, people were around him all the time anyways and if he was the leader as you suspected, that wouldn’t go well.

Secondly, all his men were out of the picture too. At least those who always hang around him, because some of their biceps were bigger than your face.

Third, you had to avoid a proper fight - so that meant waiting for the right moment. You had a taser, duct tape and you had some strong sedatives. You were going to hack your way out of fighting.

Fourth and final point so far - get away as fast as possible. You weren’t going to stick around.

So just… wait for the right person, then tase, inject, duct tape, drive away. It was fine. You had all the components, you just needed to put it all together, then blackmail the group, get the money, drop off the person and then get away.

Your van was blue and rusty, the engine was loud and all the back seats were taken out, since you had lived in it for a little while, outside the hospital. The mattress you used to have in the back was pulled away, since you needed it for the captive to sleep on inside the house. They would have to deal with being on the car floor for the trip - they would most likely be sedated anyways. Now there was just some trash in the back of the car that you should probably have cleaned up, but didn’t care to, since the car bore bad memories - as well as some small electronic pieces that you had picked up here and there, thinking you would need to use it for experiments.

As the group came to a stop at a pub you knew they went to sometimes, you went behind it and parked next to a bigger car, which hid your van a little. Then you waited.

You wore some of your more discreet clothing. The baby-metal band t-shirts were hidden beneath a grey hoodie, with the least monster energy drink stains on, and a pair of rugged jeans. If your sister had been here she would have rolled your eyes at you and said you looked like a teenager trying to be rebellious - and not a 25-year old woman. You missed being told that. Your hair was hanging loosely, hoping it would hide your face a little. Your septum piercing was tipped up and hidden, and you had changed your usual silver tongue piercing for a clear one. Though you doubted that it was your tongue piercing that would be damning evidence.

After waiting about 25 minutes you crawled over the seats rather inelegantly, opening the sliding door to turn towards the other car, for some fresh air.

You were tired, yet stressed at the same time. It was unnecessarily stressful to kidnap somebody, especially when you didn’t really want to.

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It was about a power nap and 30 minutes later, when you were ripped from your thoughts at the sounds of the back door opening and a female voice telling somebody that she needed her cigarettes. You tipped your head forward a little, seeing how she closed the backdoor behind her.

You had seen her before. She seemed to be near the others a lot of the time.

She looked in her 40s, with light brown hair that almost looked a little blond in the rare sunlight of London. Nicely dressed, a confident smile on her face as she pulled her car keys from her bag and the car right next to you lit up.

Maybe a girlfriend? Wife? Secretary?

No matter what, the chance was too good to be true.

Somehow you managed to catch her off guard as she seemed more focused on finding her cigarettes as she opened her car door – so that was when you struck, tasing her. Everything happened so fast - yet not fast enough at the same time.

You pushed the needle into her skin, as she groaned, clearly a little confused from being tased - and most likely from hitting your car floor - as soon as the contents were injected you pulled the needle out again. The woman groaned and grabbed your wrist, mumbling something. You pushed it off, grabbing the roll of duct tape you had prepared, pushing her onto her stomach. She wasn’t going without a fight though and you wanted to cry as she managed to pull her hand free. You needed the bloody drug to kick in this minute.

You sat down on her back, your weight useful - the work of wrapping her wrists together was honestly shit. YouTube made it look so much easier.

You ignored her as she began to curse you out. grabbing her bag, emptying the content on the floor of the car, eyes constantly flickering to her. She seemed confused - so you focused. There was an Apple air tag in it, that you hurriedly picked up. There was no phone though. You wanted to throw up, this was taking longer than it should.

She tried sitting up, having rolled onto her back again, your eyes meeting. Hers were cloudy, while yours were focused. You pushed her down again, hands running over her jacket. The moment your hand touched the familiar shape of a phone, your hand dug into the pocket, not even trying to be nice about it. She was mumbling about how what you were doing was wrong, but you didn’t need to be told that.

As soon as you got the phone, you got up and crawled in between the front seats, sitting down and starting the car. You needed to get the hell out of here, now.

The sound of the shitty engine drowned out her complaints. You drove off as quickly as you could, throwing her phone and the AirTag out in a couple of bushes that the car passed.

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It was several minutes later that you concluded that nobody was following you, which made you breathe a little easier.

As you waited for the green light, you looked over your shoulder, taking in the sight of the woman on the floor of your car, in between empty monster cans, cables and small electronics. She was laying quietly, but you could see her chest moving.

What the fuck had you gotten yourself into? You could feel an anxiety attack crawling along your ribs, threatening to overwhelm you.

As soon as the money was transferred, you dropped her off again - and then you could run, somewhere up north. Start somewhere fresh, where you don't know anybody. Where the 141 or bad memories couldn’t find you. Maybe get a dog.

First things first, however. You needed to get this whole kidnapping thing done.

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[saleemb]

Breaking my silence, happy pride month Kate Laswell

[diejager]

Makarov with a lesbian daughter who's spoiled rotten, how would he react to finding her partner is a masc lesbian who works out? hehe

Cw: protective father, homophobia (not Makarov), tell me if I missed any.

Unlike your sweet lover, you weren’t scared of telling your father who you were dating. Granted, he lived a more traditional life, but his ways and manners were far from traditional and conservative in every possible way. Makarovwould understand, he always did, fiercely and loyally, trusting you so much so that he knowingly placed his heart in your hands. 

The same way your Ana did with her sharp jaw and dark brush of hair, squared yet soft, shoulders broad yet body lean. Anastasia stood tall and proud in her world, steady as much as she could in her masculine beauty that had you swoon when she peered at you with her stormy eyes, so dark that it felt like a starry sky, withholding the galaxy within them —a universe. It was love at first sight, if you were one to believe it, and you were unashamed to say it.

You knew he was hard to impress, hard to trust as much as he was to let his guard down, but with the right nudge from you, he’d be willing to let Ana into your home. Despite the invasive search on her life and family, the deep pressure put on her to crack any sort of lies and manipulation, and the thick haze of suspicion that would swim in his eyes whenever she was near, once he trusted, he would until he was proved otherwise. He would love her, unlike your softer frame, built to dance and sing, she was stocky, her lean figure rippled with thick muscles from her hours at the gym and quick boxing classes. Oppositions attract, no? Wasn’t that what people said?

And you were right, everything went according to plan. While Ana stressed and grew anxious under your father’s stoicism, lips thin and eyes cold, he called to you, sitting you by his side while he stared her down. All you could do was smile to Ana and whisper reassuring confessions to Makarov whenever he found himself deep in this cloud of protective father. You were absolutely sure he would bend for you. 

“She makes you happy, Swan?” he mumbled lowly, eyes never leaving Anastasia. 

“The happiest, papa.”

He heaved a deep and slow sigh, nodding along your words, simple, yet compacting to him. 

“Can you protect her, Anastasia?” He spoke Belarusian fluently, tone still holding that cold edge. His eyes narrowed to a serpentine slit, sly and scheming like he would, “Will you be able to?”

Ana took challenges well, she’d been through so much hardships and her taking up of quick boxing and often jumping into the ring to win a few matches made her a strong fighter. She was reliable and protective.

“With my life.”

And he smiled, a sweet and easy grin, pressing his lips to your forehead, taking in the softness of your hair in a tight hug. Showing Ana a side that very few were privy to, the tender affection and devotional adoration he had for you. 

It was a good start, and it meant you could openly show your love to her, leaning against her side, wrapping your arm around her waist, whisper sweet praises and compliments to her, and press your lips against hers, feeling the love within her heart through her chapped lips. You could ignore every sneer and scowl from the men that worked for your father, blissfully uncaring because they seem to disappear the next day or rush to apologise, begging - pleading - for your forgiveness. 

You knew your father had something to do with it, his devotion shining through after your courageous introduction of Ana. He would always love you. 

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[lesvii]

You don’t own me.

One shot

Just a lil something I had in my mind, also this is a fem reader !

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Your relationship with Valeria wasn’t exactly the healthiest thing but you two tried to do what was best for both. Sometimes you just spends countless days alone in her hacienda surrounded with ‘’her best mans’’ just to always keep an eye out for you, when she disappear to make her business deals, it was her form of saying ‘I love you’.

It’s silly to think what could had been if she didn’t have this kind of job.

A drug lord.

Maybe in another universe you two actually had decent jobs and a normal life, but this wasn’t the case.

This time you two just got into a fight, again. It was common now, Valeria’s stress was overbearing since she had just lost over a huge deal thanks to the Mexican fuerzas especiales, it wasn’t your fault and you know it, she knows it too. But in this case everything for her was too much, too much noise, her man talking, you trying to reason with her to take a decent rest.

‘’ Valeria… please just take time to rest, how can you do all of this by yourself in this state?’’.

You said as your hands rested on her desk, pleading at her, she sighed irritated by your comment, you two already had the chat about leaving the cartel, oh how many times you pleaded to her, just for her safety, frankly you didn’t care about luxury and wealth when it came from the suffering of others. But she didn’t see it that way, she worked damn hard to get to the top, she wasn’t backing up now, not even for you.

‘’ I’m fine y/n.’’. Valeria said coldly.

You just stare at her, lost, you sighed as you stand up straight, that’s when she looked at you as she raised an eyebrow.

´´fine.´´ you said as you turn away to exit her office.

‘’Where do you think you’re going?’’ Valeria said with a cold demand.

You slowly turn away to face her again, as you gaze her slowly, analyzing which move would be the correct one and which one will guarantee you the bad side of Valeria garza.

‘’ Well… clearly away, since you wont listen to me anyways…’’ you said, as you crossed your arms.

Valeria gazed you from her desk office as she got up, slowly walking towards you, it was almost mesmerizing, like a lion stalking its prey ready to attack. As she stopped right in front of your face, just a few inches far apart.

‘’ Quién chingados te crees para hablar me así?’’ Valeria said with her strong Mexican accent, in that tone she used to yell to her workers.

Unbelievable you think, after all you’ve done for her, she dares to speak at you like that. You stand there not sure of what to say, at the end you were just as tired as she was.

‘’ You know what I’m not in the mood for this, I’m out.’’ You said as you sighed, closed your eyes to stop the headache. As you were leaving the door, she grabs you by the arm as she pushes you back to her office.

‘’ I’ve asked you a question corazón, huh?’’ Valeria said once again.

You pulled your arm off her grip, as you started to loose patience too.

‘’ I said I’m not in the mood for your little theatrics Valeria! God—‘’ you brushed her off.

She frowns her eyebrows, as she analyzes you with a cold gaze. You could see how the aura in the room changed, as you shook your head, trying to get off the awful feeling.

“I’ve done everything for you. And this is how you react?” Valeria said as she crossed her arms.

You sighed, for a moment you were going to explode but let’s be honest, her and you going mad wasn’t the right move, You chuckled.

“Really Val? Cause from about 6 months you’ve been disappearing every week, I dont even know if your hurt, if your alive even!” I finally said at her, she just looked at you as if she was looking for the correct words to say it.

“You’ve decided to stay with me, you know the consequences of it.” She said without flinching.

You stare at her defeated knowing once again you won’t win this fight, as if someone can win el sin nombre.

“I- you don’t get it do you? It’s getting so tiredly we can’t have a normal conversation every time you decide to turn it into a fight, I’m not sure I can do this anymore.” You said as you shook you head stepping away from her

She laughed, as you turned around confused at her.

“What? Do you think I you can just leave here?, asi nomas? ”. She said lastly as her Mexican accent.

You just stared at her, as your vision started to get blurry from the tears in your eyes. You hated when she talked like that. You stare at her confused. She walked around you as if a predator analyzing his prey.

“You aren’t allowed to leave anymore corazón, you decided to stay.. you’ve know too much by now” Valeria said.

You freeze for a second not sure what she meant.

“You don’t own me.” Was the only thing that came out of you, she smirked at you as she laughed.

“Oh… but you do”. Valeria said as she caressed your cheek.

Thx for reading this ! Once again English is not my first language, if I wrote something wrong please feel free to correct me ❤️

[whatupcherry]

i think about Valeria’s back and shoulders way to much, i want to chew on her arms.

i <3 muscular women

[eg1rlb4thw4t3r]

when they make the sunshine character act like a literal child or a full on dumbass:

[vivgst]

Bodyguard!Valeria

Okay first of all I kinda hate this, I'm posting it again bc I had posted it privately (bc I'm stupid like that) Uh and it's not proofread so sorry in advance

Valeria was no stranger to hard work, everything she had achieved was because she had broken her back and cried tears of blood but she did not complain.

Right now she was cursing her life and all her ancestors though, she couldn't conceive that you were the most difficult thing of all, you were unbearable, so annoying and stubborn that sometimes she wanted to just vanish into thin air and forget about her damn plan, that's how much of a pain you were for her.

Not only were you putting your life at risk but also hers, you were the wife of the spider's son and one of the reasons why she had been almost forced to watch over you was so that that fucking man wouldn't beat the crap out of you anymore because of his jealousy, however, you weren't making it easy for Valeria.

You were so manipulative, you knew very well how to use your beauty to your advantage and you were so persistent that you managed to get her into your bed and it was so inevitable for her not to give in to your pleas, those caresses that drove her crazy and those kisses that she still couldn't forget.

That night was permanently on her mind, torturing her and reminding her that even though she always had you close, she could never touch you again or her plans would probably be ruined, she had already gained the trust of too many people to make such a carnal mistake as giving in to her impulses.

“Please, it's just a-” You slurred your words out of drunkenness and she rolled her eyes, her hand pressed to your throat, you could see she was upset but you didn't give a damn, like usual.

“Shut your damn mouth, do you want to get killed? Behave". Valeria snapped and she was so sick of you, you could see it, she was tense and her jaw clenched as she looked around to make sure no one had seen you as you rubbed against her and tried to kiss her, luckily the VIP area of ​​the club you two were in was quite secluded and no one was paying attention to you.

She kept her distance for the rest of the night, she stayed alert and watched you to make sure you didn't do something stupid but she didn't let you get too close until you arrived back at the mansion, she helped you go upstairs because you could barely walk properly and when she was going to leave you in the room you pulled her in and closed the door behind her, your husband was not there and you always took advantage of that, or at least that's what you tried to do.

"I have to take a shower". You murmured and kept pulling Valeria by the arm until you got in the bathroom, you weren’t letting her escape from you. “And you have to take care of me, what if I fall and hit my head? It will be your fault.” You grinned cynically at her and she scoffed as she shook her head, the worst part was that you were right and she hated it.

You got in the shower as soon as you undressed, the cold water ran through your whole body and made you shiver.

Her gaze inevitably ran over you from head to toe and she had to swallow hard and remind herself that the woman in front of her was forbidden, having you once had been greedy of her, she couldn't allow herself to have you again even if she wanted to... and oh how much she wanted to.

You, on the other hand, knew very well what you were doing, you slid your hands over your breasts, over your stomach until you reached your belly, you felt the heat between your legs as intense as ever, you had never been in a situation this erotic and you felt breathless, just like Valeria.

The only thing between you was the glass door, she couldn't take her eyes off your body even if she tried. It's not like she wanted to, she felt enchanted as if she was in a spell.

"Don’t do this to me". Valeria spoke almost out of breath, her voice was strained by everything she was feeling and you smiled as you put your hand between your thighs, you leaned against the shower door, the glass fogging up from your gasps and you began to massage your swollen bud that was soaking your fingers, your soft flesh was begging for another touch, it missed her hands. The water that fell on you was cold but not even that helped calm the heat you felt, the burning throughout your body.

Valeria was frozen in place, she couldn't stop looking at you, the way you touched yourself, your face, your whole body, she wanted to get into that shower and taste you until you couldn't stand up anymore, she wanted to turn you into a needy mess and feel your skin and your body against hers, it was a necessity at this point.

She couldn't control herself anymore and since she knew how things would end she preferred to run away, she left the bathroom and went into the room that your impertinent husband had assigned her, if you were sober enough to torture her that way then you were sober enough how to finish taking the damn shower without killing yourself.

She wasn't calming down, she was still panting and saying she was dripping was an understatement, she lay down on the bed and took a couple of deep breaths before cursing under her breath, doing that was giving in to all your fucking teasing but she couldn't help so she unzipped her pants in an attempt to calm the longing she felt for you right now.

And you went into the room, just what Valeria didn’t want... She growled, the tension she was feeling was enough to put her in a bad mood and now you were there to just make her feel even worse, it was a bad night, it was a bad job.

“No, get out.” Valeria spoke and you couldn't help the mischievous grin that adorned your face when you heard her, you knew that voice very well, you nibbled on your lip as you approached her bed, straddling her, your hand wrapping around her neck and the other going down her breasts, all over her torso until you put it inside her pants, you could feel how wet she was just from brushing her underwear with your fingers, her walls clenched around nothing, craving, longing to feel something inside, it was painful.

She was staring at you as she let out heavy pants, her body felt on fire and she knew she could take you off her lap if she really wanted to, you weren’t the strongest woman so she could just push you away, she could.

The question was... did she want to?

You gently caressed her over her underwear and put your hand inside, rubbing her flesh that was unusually soaked and you narrowed your eyes at her as you bit your lip, you were finally touching her again.

You lowered your fingers to her entrance and slowly sank them inside her, her walls clung to you, milking your fingers and your breath hitched in your throat, she was never this wet and the realization made you smirk, this was a first and you promised yourself right there that you would enjoy it.

“Oh… Are you ovulating?” You murmured in a mocking tone but Valeria didn't answer, she just glared at you as she gasped and you curled your fingers, rubbing that spot inside her that made her feel helpless and she whimpered. “That's why you're wet like a bitch in heat, right, honey?” You whispered softly, increasing the speed with which you massaged her g-spot.

“Screw you.” She snapped, feeling breathless, her moans were more audible now and it was killing you, you had never seen her this turned on, it was just making you feel desperate and needy.

You started grinding your hips against her thigh as you massaged her insides and she was so tight you felt like she would rip your fingers off, which meant she was close.

You pushed your thumb against her swollen nub, her thighs started to shake and you brought your lips to hers, you were doing what you wanted with her, but it wasn’t enough.

“I want you to get me out of here”. You spoke hoarsely as you kept working your fingers inside her, the heat of her insides were driving you insane. You loved feeling pleasure, but the most exciting part about having sex with Valeria was pleasuring her, making her weak until she couldn’t stop squirting.

“I will.” She breathed out, her arms clasping around your waist so she could feel you closer as her orgasm was crushing her whole body, you could feel it in your hand, the way she was tightening and tensing up, it was hot. And you moved your fingers harshly, harder just like you knew she liked it.

“I want to be with you, I don’t want to be with him”. You spoke close to her lips and she nibbled on your bottom lip, her body felt like it wasn’t hers anymore, it was yours, yours to control, to posses, she gave you the right.

“We…” Her words were silenced by her own moans, she couldn’t keep quiet like she intended to just a couple minutes ago because the feeling was overwhelming, it wasn’t just her wet cunt that was sensitive, it was her entire self, her nipples were stiff and you couldn’t see it because her bra was hugging her chest, it was uncomfortable, she wanted your soft hand around her breasts, circling her nipples, playing with that delicate skin you loved so much.

The sound of your fingers fucking her was so obscene, and soon enough you could hear how wet she was getting so you knew it was time to took them out.

Your gaze fell over your fingers, glistening with Valeria’s’ juices and you felt thirsty, you put them in your mouth and moaned as you felt her taste spread across your tongue.

The front door creaked and took you both out of the little cloud you were in. You quickly got off Valeria's lap and snuck to your room, just in time for your husband to come in and lie down next to you, thinking you were asleep or maybe not even thinking about you at all.

And you couldn't help but smirk as you imagined how happy you would be when this nightmare was over, just you, Valeria, and the empire you knew she would build.

[boolger]

I’m dangerous ☆ chapter 5 ☆ COD fanfic

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

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

☆ fem!reader x Kate Laswell ☆ explicit. MDNI. ☆ 5/10 ☆ 2,808 words

☆ Summary: You were a hacker and had been a thorn in the side of the 141 gang for a while, in particular as you tried to find out who the famous leader, Watcher, was. But they refuse to be blackmailed and won’t pay you.

So, to prove that you weren’t just bluffing, but were a serious threat to them, you kidnapped a random woman that you saw coming out from one of their meetings, figuring she was a secretary or girlfriend or something.

Oh, how wrong you were.

☆ Tags: au mob, gang, kidnapping, blackmailing, dub-con, angst, smut, death, grief/mourning, hacking, non-con drug use, bondage, spanking, kissing, rough sex, inaccurate portrayal of mob, more will be added.

Note: TW there is non-con spanking in this one - while reader is turned on, there technically isn't anything sexual happening.

“Who did you tell?”

You blinked groggily up at her, confused at what was happening.

“What?” You mumbled.

You were ripped from the bed, for half a second just impressed with how easily Kate did that. That was until you collided with the floor, letting out a cry as pain spiked through you.

She stood over you and oh. Now you understood fully how she got to this place in life. 

It wasn’t that you hadn’t been afraid earlier, because you knew now that Kate Laswell was the famous Watcher. It was just something else to actually see.

Standing above you in her grey suit, high heels on each of your head, anger clear on her face; the gun pointed down at you was not even shaking one bit. 

There was a coldness in her eyes that had been so different from when you had kidnapped her yourself. In a way it was odd to think that this was the same woman.

Horror filled you. It wasn’t that you hadn’t realised Kate was dangerous, but still, still hit differently in some way. 

Death could be mere seconds away, it was only a question of Laswell pulling the trigger. Then your body would shut down like a broken piece of technology, never to be turned on again, missing its core features. She had said it herself, hadn’t she? 

If I don’t kill you before, that is

“Who did you tell?” She repeated, voice raising a little, a strand of hair out of place. 

“I - what do you mean?” you asked, weakly raising your hands in front of the gun muzzle, as if it would do anything to stop your death, in case she chose to end you, “I haven’t told anyone about anything!”

“You’re a fuckin’ liar,” she hissed angrily, one foot kicking away your hands, “How else would somebody else know about the arrival of my shipment friday?” 

You stared up at her, in between your fingers, feeling tears well up in your eyes, “How the fuck should I know? I haven’t told anyone?”

“Oh, so they would just happen to know, huh?” she snapped, as she bent over without any problems, the muzzle of the gun suddenly pressed against your forehead, as she almost screamed , “who did you tell?!”  

“I DIDN’T TELL ANYONE,” you screamed back, barely realising you did so, “MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE  YOUR IT-SECURITY IS SHIT!”

Kate Laswell’s blue eyes stared down at you; she was barely blinking, you weren’t even sure if she was breathing. Then she rose, straightening up, gun still pointing towards your face and even though it wasn’t pressed against your skin anymore, it was like you could still feel it. As if it caressed your skin, whispering a death threat that echoed in your mind.

“If I found out that you have anything to do with this, Fae, and I mean anything, I’m killing you on sight.”

She stepped over you easily and you tipped your head to the side, watching her high heels as she went out the door, snarling about something you didn’t even bother to listen to, while putting away the gun.

The tears kept coming as you curled on your side and cried. Staying here would no doubt result in anything other than your death.

You didn’t turn as the sound of another person entering the room was heard.

“Dinnae cry, bonnie bird,” Soap comforted - or at least tried to, “She dinnae mean it, boss lady is just stressed - dinnae fash.” He squatted down next to you, giving your head a little pat, but you didn’t turn around to look at him.

“We gotta go, but I’ll get ye some new clothes first, eh?”

You nodded.

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They were gone that night. The food you were given hours ago by a staff member, was cold by now, untouched by you. You weren’t going to dare, you didn’t want to be drugged again.

You slept on the little couch in the room, not caring that you were too tall for it. The idea of waking up, with Kate Laswell who had just promised to kill you, wasn’t really a pleasant one. Not that you actually had anything to do with it, though.

You just didn’t plan to stick around and find out if Laswell was serious or not.

The next morning you didn’t eat the breakfast that the staff member gave you, despite how lovely it looked and smelled. The lass who gave it to you and picked up yesterday's dinner was nice enough to point out that it wasn’t poisoned or anything. You merely answered by asking your own question.

“When will they be back?”

“In less than an hour or so, I think. But - I believe Miss Laswell would prefer for you to eat breakfast.”

“Okay, thank you.”

The idea of getting all your meals delivered seemed so… unnecessary to you. Though your own cooking skills were limited, you at least made food yourself. 

Soap had given you a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants yesterday - your own. Which meant they had gone through your stuff and while Soap grinned as he knew you realised, you wanted to throw up at the thought. 

You looked outside the window. You just needed to get out of the house - and somehow past the fence and then it wouldn’t be far to a crowded area if you weren’t wrong. You looked down at the bushes. It wouldn’t be too bad now that you weren’t in shorts anymore - as long as you didn’t break anything.

You didn’t touch the actual food you were given - but you did touch the fancy cutlery.

With a quick movement you opened the window and located the censor - ignoring the blasting sound as you moved, using the sharp knife to pull the censor free. 

You knew they would check on you soon, so you desperately stabbed at it until you -managed to get it open, pulling the battery from it. The alarm stopped and as you closed the window, you heard people at the door. You merely sat down on the broken little censor. 

You winched at the sight of the two big men, who looked like security, but tried to look as apologetic as possible.

“- Sorry. Needed some air.”

One of them looked properly annoyed at you. “Don’t do that again!” 

The moment they left and the door locked you looked directly up at the security camera - then you flipped it off. Opening the window fully, no alarm stopping you this time, you counted towards ten but jumped at nine. In the half second you gave yourself to lay in the bushes, you realised how fucking easier everything would have been if you had just stuck to blackmailing rich cheating people - or maybe been a better kidnapper. Alas, you got up, grumbling as you looked around, moving quickly.  

Then you darted across the lawn. You had never been a runner and you weren’t wearing any shoes, but you gave absolutely no shit. 

Crawling over the fence though? Nope. You weren’t ready to experiment with those sharp points, no thanks. And squeezing through it? Not happening. What was happening was a car arriving apparently - and you hid behind one of the thick pillars near the port, out of pure panic. 

The moment it passed you, you darted out from behind it and through the port - ignoring the screeching of the tires and yelling as they spotted you just a moment later.

While you weren’t a runner, you sure weren’t going to sit around and wait to be killed either. You just turned down the way too fancy road in London and ran .

Escaped. Fleeing. Bolted. Cleared out. Booked it. All the fancy different ways of saying that your bare feet hurt as they hammered against the road, your lung stung – and you were moving faster than you had in a while.

You also very much wanted to throw up. People were staring at you as you passed - but you weren’t going to stop a stranger, no no. You just needed to hide , no need to get random civilians into this mess. Everything was dreadful enough as it was.

Hurrying through some smaller alleyways, your mind already had a tiny plan of how to escape - find a place with a lot of people. Blend in, take underground to somewhere … but you didn’t have any methods of paying. And with your build, as much as your body gave its full potential right now, jumping over wouldn’t be an option.

Fuck.

Keeping low for a while it was, then. Maybe you could borrow - either with or without the person’s permission - a phone.

Your lungs were burning, your skin already collecting a nice layer of sweat.

Fuck being out of shape. If you made it out of this whole thing, you would try to at least be able to run without feeling like you were going to die any second. 

If you managed to get out alive.

Your feet were throbbing at each step. You didn’t even want to think about what you had stepped on.

As you looked over your shoulder, you saw a behemoth of a man together with two others in the distance, trying to get to you. You darted onto a different road. Barely able to hear the sound of tourists and people buzzing in the bigger streets.

Just a little more.

The moment you hit the crowd of people you weaved in between them, desperately trying to pretend you hadn’t just been running for your life and was close to keeling over from exhaustion. As you got further into the crowd, you slowed down and soon you were walking in between people, trying to pretend you weren’t barefoot and terrified. Your lungs burned, as if embers filled them to the brim, pain shooting through your legs at each step. Salvia filled your mouth while you walked, threatening to make you throw up.

It was as if the world stilled around you as you kept following the stream of people - as if it agreed that you had been through enough. The many faces of strangers that passed barely noticed you. You melted into the current of tourism, letting yourself become nobody. A person that passed you on the street while you were on vacation, someone whose face would never be remembered.

Free. Your body was burning and in pain, but you were free like a bird, having just left the cage and the captivity behind an–

“There you are, sweetheart.” A rough voice said, as an arm was thrown over your shoulder in an almost friendly manner, but the grip on you was too strong to be anything but danger, “A real sprinter, eh? Gave the guys a run for their money.”

You swallowed hard, eyes flickering around desperately, doing anything but looking at him, the urge to scream instant but the moment you opened your mouth, you felt a familiar muzzle press against your side. Even with fabric in between, the gun was a clear threat.

“Don’t be silly,” John Price warned and though his voice was happy, you knew he was serious, as he steered you, “c’mon now, she isn’t in a good mood as it is.”

As you watched a big, black car with darkened windows stop at the road a couple of metres from you, you reconsidered making a scene - wondering if Price would actually shoot you, if the shot would be immediate. You finally dared to look over at the man having a grip on you that he pretended to be a friendly one as he steered you directly to the car. He gave you a grin. He was dressed in “normal” clothes, a beanie on his head, scarf hiding some of his face, dressed as if he was any other civilian - as if the two of you were lovers, on the way home, as if you weren’t being steered towards what you were sure would lead to your execution. 

You stopped in front of the side door of the car and heard it unlock, fear unlocked inside your mind too, unable to focus. Either you would be brought back to the cage - or to an early grave.

The door opened and Price took a hold of your neck, more or less just pushing you inside, a grunt leaving you as you fell on your knees on the carpet - only to see a pair of high heels in front of you. You looked up, on your hands and knees, taking in the Watcher .

Kate Laswell’s hand shot out, gripping your hair and pulling you up next to her, ignoring your cry of pain - and to your horror, John Price didn’t just close the door behind you. No, he joined the two of you, closing the car door behind him, the doors locking once more.

He sat down on the seats opposite Kate Laswell - because of course they had a fancy car like this, where the guests were sitting opposite each other, a black screen behind Price, keeping the chauffeur from watching you. You didn’t even get the chance to comment on it however, because then the car moved once more - and Kate pulled on your hair, hard.

A pitiful whine left you as she manoeuvred you, pulling you over her lap and then pushing down on your back, not saying anything as you struggled and began to protest. A pair of bigger hands suddenly pulled on your arms.

“Wait-wait-wa–”

Click . 

Price sat down again, the handcuffs around your wrists, making your hands useless behind your back. Confusion filled your mind as your face was pushed into the seats, body draped over Kate’s lap - and then a well-manicured hand took a hold at the hem of your pants, pulling them down.

“No- nonono, I’m sorry Kate - I did–” “SHUT UP!”

Your face was pressed harder into the seat, body flinching at her sudden yell. 

“You’ve already created so many fuckin’ problems,” she continued, voice eerily calm again as she pulled your sweatpants down, hand then resting on your panties for just a moment, “all you had to do was stay .”

Humiliation filled you, your brain not allowing you to lay still, Kate’s hand tightening in your hair. You almost bare ass was exposed to her, stretchmarks and everything. Price was just watching the two of you, having pulled  out a cigar.

“I’m sorry, please don't, I was sc–”

Your panties were pulled down so suddenly that you barely registered it, before Kate’s palm collided with your asscheeks. The sound that left you was a mixture of a surprised squeal and scared wail.

“Told you to fucking shut up too - stop squirming!” 

You couldn’t see Kate’s face, but you could hear the dark annoyance in her voice. One hand gripping your hair tightly, the other starting a painful pattern as it repeatedly collided with your soft ass. Making it jiggle a little as the skin burned and you squirmed. The words of apologies and begging that left your mouth at first were replaced with whimpers and cries. As each hit made your poor skin redder and warmer, sending so many emotions through you that you felt like a computer program on the edge of crashing. The worst part, besides the pain?

… The fact that you liked it. The fact that her mean words and harsh spankings made your need for Kate somehow grow even more, how you felt your pussy grow wetter each time her hand connected with your skin.

Though, despite your unexpected turn-on, you sobbed from the pain and shame. Tears and drool dripped from you onto the seats beneath you, as you kept your eyes closed. Small pitiful begs left you now and again. The number of spanks had passed 20 a while ago. 

Your sobs eventually dried up, only small moans of pain leaving you, body having gone limp. When it finally stopped, it took you a couple of seconds before you realised it. Instead her hand was resting on your burning ass, her other hand gently petting your hair. A part of your brain registered the fact that the car had driven far too long, which meant she had prolonged the ride, merely to spank you.

She leant down to whisper in your ear.

“You won’t do that again, will you, Fae?”

“N-no,” you answered weakly, not wanting to open your eyes. The car smelled of cigar smoke and you could hear Price let out a pleased hum. Like a vicious dog, loyal to its master, even as it watched her beat up a stray. You felt her hand squeeze an already burning cheek, making you add “I won’t do tha-at again, miss Laswell.”

The cheek was released. Her hand in your hair moved down to dry off a few tears.

“ Good girl ,” she praised.

[bpcr3yes]

Valéria who believes in equal rights

Valéria, if you hit her ass, she would hit yours twice as hard

Valéria, if you pulled her hair, she would pull yours back harder

Valéria that if you call her by her full name, she would also call you by yours

Valéria if you pushed her, she would push you back

Valéria, if you scratched her during sex, she would also leave marks from her claws on you (on your hips precisely.)

She just believes that she deserves equal rights, after all, what goes around comes around. ♡

[twoloaksinatrenchcoat]

I’m so obsessed with her

[holyprncess]

honestly im on twitter all the time i can make the most delicious twt links for all my girlfriends in any fandom i like

[milkydough]

The Garrick family!!

[verdantcreek]

happy lesbian LASWELL visibility week 💕