#that taught him to let all of his money get stolen

[fairy-angel222]

Everybody knows that i’m a good girl, officers

—in which getting caught stealing with your boyfriend leads to three handsome officers fucking you down at the station.

pairing: officers! gojo s, choso k, nanami k. x fem! reader

cw: smut, face fucking, hair pulling, filming, praise, size difference, belly bulge, fingering.. etc

Your heart raced as you and Toji were stopped in your tracks by a cop car. Attempting to turn around only to be stopped by another swerving in front of you. “Shit. T-Toji? What do we do?”

Watching as a tall, broad officer emerged from the vehicle’s front seat, gulping hard when the blond one’s dark eyes met yours. His face stonic as he stood with his hands in his pockets, letting out a small breath when he looked you up and down.

“Toji?” Turning your head to see your boyfriend long gone, having jumped hurriedly over the hood of the car before sprinting away with the stolen money. You whimpered to yourself, backing up when he began to stalk towards you. Yelping as your back hit a broad chest, arms situating themselves around your waist to steady you. “Careful sweetheart.”

Glancing up through your lashes to see a white haired man looking down at you with a smirk, his eyebrow raised in surprise. “Now what’s a pretty little thing like you stealing for?” he hummed.

And you only looked at your feet after noticing a black haired officer speaking into his walkie talkie about a thief on the loose. Giving a detailed description of your boyfriend. The hold on your waist tightened, and you were flipped around to look up at.. a black blindfold? An idea running through your head to knee him and make a run for it.

“Don’t even think about it. I can still see you.” watching as your eyes welled with tears, your hands gripping at the hem if your shirt. “P-please don’t arrest me. I promise i’ll never do it again.” you pleaded innocently.

The man scoffed, his hand reaching up for your face, his slender fingers digging into your cheeks, “Then tell me, what’re you doing stealing huh?”

“Gojo that’s enough.” A deep voice demanded. Gojo letting go of you with the roll of his eyes. Your body immediately putting some distance between the two of you. Only to be met with the sight of the same blond officer finally making his move. His face void of emotion as his muscles bulged through his shirt. The veins on his hand extra visible when he gripped something on his belt.

Your eyes widened when he pulled out a pair of handcuffs, tilting his head down at you with his tone serious. “You can either cooperate, or i arrest you and bring you down to the station. Your pick.”

The third officer walked up to your shivering form before you could speak. Your body being sandwiched between the two towering men.

“Nanami sir, the male that was with her has been arrested. Although he was able to knock down three of our m-“ He stuttered when he caught sight of you, your glassy eyes practically begging him to tell his friends to let you go. “Uhm- our men sir.” He finished with the clear of his throat.

“Thanks Kamo.” Nanami nodded, looking back to you with a hard stare. “Look, kid. I don’t have all day. We already have your little boyfriend and we can easily take you.”

“Not a kid..” you mumbled. Rough hands making their way to your chin, “You’re really taking us for fools aren’t ya? Take her down to the station.” Nanami commanded, throwing the handcuffs to Choso before he was walking away, getting into the vehicle and driving off.

“Should have just been a good girl and answered me.” Gojo laughed, pushing you over to Choso who did as he was taught, pressing you onto the side of the police vehicle before cuffing your first wrist. Your body twisting and turning making him groan, feeling his dick growing hard in his pants.

“W-wait! I’m sorry! I promise i’m a good girl— not a bad guy. Just please don’t arrest me.” you begged, hearing the click of the cuffs on your second wrist before you were being pushed into the back seat. Gojo looking at you through the rearview mirror. “It’s a bit too late for that don’t you think?” Allowing Choso to sit in the vehicle before speeding off. Some officer.

The whole ride was filled with your tiny sniffles as you asked to be let go in all different ways. Each one being met by a stern no which had you letting out a whine.

“You do a whole lotta talking for my liking.” Gojo sighed, “Makes me wanna fill your mouth with my cock to shut you up.” Smirking when that made you stop with panicked eyes.

When you arrived at the station. You were pulled through a hallway and past a room where you saw Toji. Anger on his face as he attempted to get up, scowling at the snickering officer when he was stopped by two pairs of handcuffs.

You were brought into another room, seeing Nanami already sitting there going through your file, his head turning to you, Gojo and Choso when he heard the slam of the door. “She’s still quiet i see.”

“She actually started talking, told her i’d make her suck my dick if she didn’t stop.” Gojo grinned, Nanami shaking his head as you were brought to sit in front of him. Gojo at your side and Choso leaned against the door.

“So.” The man started, clasping his hands on the desk with a sigh. “I see this isn’t your first time being arrested. Mind telling me why?”

You looked down at the glass top with a shrug, “i don’t know.”

Nanami motioned to Choso and Gojo with a nod. Choso closing the blinds of the stretch of glass connecting the room to the hallway. While Gojo pulled you up effortlessly, taking your place on the chair with you in his lap.

“Let’s try this again, mind telling me why?” You chewed at your lip, ignoring Gojo’s hot breath on your neck. “I did drugs, i drove while drunk when i was 15, i’ve shoplifted many times.” You listed shyly, watching as Nanami nodded along to your words.

“Nnh- ahh” you mewled when two fingers squeezed at your clit through your skirt, your thighs clenching as you shifted on the man’s lap. “God, I could do this all day.” Gojo whispered.

Nanami closed your file and slid it to the side, standing up and making his way in front of you. Stroking his thumb on your lip, “You’re really making things worse for yourself. Want to know what these records show?” He started, your eyes fixated on his body as he unbuttoned the top buttons on his shirt.

“They show that you’ve never done anything wrong.” His thumb slipping past your lips, “Show that you’re just a naive soul who covered for her friends and boyfriend on multiple occasions.” Looking up at his eyes through your lashes. “Show that you’re a good girl who trusts too easily.” He finished, watching you whimper underneath Gojo’s touch on your clit as you sucked lightly at his thumb. Your eyes closing with a hum.

“Do you think you’re a good girl baby?”

You nodded, “A very good girl, officer.” you muffled out past his finger, the eye contact never breaking until Gojo spoke. “I think she deserves an apology, doesn’t she?”

Nanami hummed a small yes, removing his finger from your lips and replacing it with his mouth instead. Kissing you softly as his hand reached up to wrap around your neck. Keeping your head steady as you moaned into him, tongues lewdy curling around each other.

Gojo grinned widely. “The fun’s finally getting started.” His eyes falling on Choso who stood red faced in the corner, his dick noticeably hard in his pants as Gojo ushered him over. “Kamo come here.”

Your mind felt fuzzy, wetness pooling between your legs as the large hand around your neck tightened at the sides. Letting out another moan when Gojo’s hand slipped under your skirt, running his fingers along your puffy folds through your panties.

“She’s soaked already.” he announced, chuckling when you mewled at the announcement, your face beginning to heat up.

“And don’t worry that pretty little head about that boyfriend of yours. You’re not the only one he’s been-“

“Gojo..” Nanami warned, his lips still moving against yours. Your heart tightened, eyes threatening to well up with tears as your suspicions were confirmed. Choso’s hand stroked your hair, “Don’t worry about that kay? Just focus on us.”

Gojo’s fingers began rubbing small circles on your clit, tearing your panties off of you when it began getting in his way. Nanami pulled away from your lips with a small smirk, sinking down to his knees in front of you.

Placing your legs onto his shoulders before bringing his face to your dripping cunt. “Make as much noise as you’s like. No one can hear us.”

His tongue darted out to lick a long stripe up your slit. A soft moan escaped your lips when he licked another. “Tastes like fucking heaven.” Gradually increasing his pace until he was lapping at your juices, his skilled tongue feasting on your wetness while Gojo kept up his pace in your swollen clit.

Your head fell back with a mewl, bringing your hands to the blond’s hair but stopped by the metal around your skin. You whimpered, “C-cuffs.”

Gojo groaned into your neck, grinding his clothed cock up into your ass. “Nah, like you better with them on.”

You moaned, back arching against Gojo when Nanami inserted two of his thick fingers into you. Curling them in and out directly onto your spot, your mouth hanging open in a string of cries when he began fucking them into your tightness.

Your noises were cut short by an angry red tip tapping your lips, Choso lightly taking hold of your head to help you sit up. His cock nestled between your parted lips waiting for you to take him in.

“Atta boy.” Gojo mused, watching as Choso pushed his cock further past your lips, a soft gag leaving your throat as he allowed you to adjust to his length. Only half of his cock being able to fit in your snug mouth. Choso moaned, your tongue swirling around his pre cum tip as you suckled on the mushroom head. Beginning to bob your head up and down without the use of your hands to keep you steady, your tongue licking along his vein each time you came back up.

A mewl sounded at the back of your tongue, the noise sending vibrations through Choso’s cock.

Your back arched as a coil built up in your stomach, your trembling legs being held apart by strong hands as your toes curled. Your hips jerking back and forth on Gojo’s lap as the pads of Nanami’s fingers pressed into your g spot. Him holding them in position by simply moving his fingertips on and off.

You cried out loudly around the cock in your mouth, drool running past your swollen lips and down your chin, Gojo leaning to lick it off your skin. “Nnhmf—“ you muffled, your eyes closing as you neared the edge. “ ‘mf closhe.”

The three men watched as your breathing sped up, unable to focus when Choso grabbed hold of your hair and manually fucked his cock down your throat. Careful enough to not hurt you.

You whimpered once more with a choked cry, your body spasming uncontrollably as you squirted onto the blond’s chin. Him groaning into you as he lapped it all up, locking his grip on your thighs when you tried to close your legs around his head.

“Oh hoho, look at her.” Gojo teased, “Can’t stop squirming, think we’re overstiming her. Are we, sweet thing?”

You nodded tearfully, Gojo kissing and biting at your neck while you sucked Choso off. His eyes met Nanami’s, both the men releasing you at the same time making you let out a shaky breath.

“We’re not done with you yet.”

Choso moaned as he neared his release, his abs tensing under his shirt and his cock twitching on your tongue. His head falling back with a loud groan before he was pulling out, fisting his cock roughly then cumming all over your pretty face. The sticky substance falling onto your now exposed chest thanks to Gojo.

Choso’s body quivered lightly as he finished spilling, his face quickly turning red again when he straightened his head to find both his colleagues smirking at him.

Gojo grinned, “Great, my turn.” standing up with you against him, kicking back the chair before bending you over, ready to line his aching cock up with your sopping pussy.

You whimpered when he roughly spread your legs with his knee, your hands still cuffed securely behind your back as your face met cold glass.

Gojo cursed as he eased himself into you. “So fucking tight, shit.” he groaned, fucking sloppily into your pussy with no mercy. His painfully hard cock begging for a release ever since he sat you on his lap.

Gojo’s hand reached up in your hair, pulling you up against him as he slammed into you. Your back arching against his chest with a loud mewl. Gojo watched as your ass bounced with each hit of his hips, your head thrown back onto his chest as you filled the room with high pitched moans.

Your pussy clenched when he brought his hand to your tits, fumbling and groping at the soft flesh before twisting your nipples between your fingers. Pulling out a cry from you at the sensation. Gojo’s pace never slowed its abuse to your tightness. Bullying his cock deeper inside you with a string of grunts.

The sound of skin on skin filled the room, your loud cries mixed with Gojo’s grunts as he tugged at both your nipples and your hair. You could feel his tip grazing into your walls with each of his harsh thrusts onto your ass.

Your breaths getting heavy as you neared yet another orgasm. “Nn—nnhg, f-fuckk.”

“Language.”

You trembled with a scream of pleasure, clenching down on the white haired man’s cock as he breathed into your neck with deep throaty moans.

You let out whimper after whimper, your legs feeling like jelly as your knees buckled. “Hahhh— nng, close. Ah- ‘m close.” feeling the pressure on your gummy spot intensifying greatly. “A-ahh— nnh, cumming,” you mewled, lips parted in whiny noises as you came.

Gojo groaned, “Shit- clenching down so hard on me. Gonna break my fucking cock sweetheart.” his thrusts lacking any rhythm as he too neared his orgasm. “Come on, fuck, give it to me.” he rasped.

Your eyes rolling back as you gripped onto his shirt through your handcuffs. Your short moans matching his thrusts as your pussy gushed messily around him.

“That’s it.” he dragged out, slowing his thrusts until he was pulling out of your drenched cunt. Pushing you down onto your knees by your shoulders, “open.” Stroking his cock lightly when you obeyed and spilling onto your awaiting tongue while watching you swallow. “Good girl.” as he steadied his breathing. “She’s all yours,” he said to Nanami.

Your eyes moving behind the tall man to find Nanami sat on a chair with his cock in hand stroking to the sight. And Choso leaned onto the gray walls with his shirt in between his teeth as he did the same as Nanami.

“Come here.” Nanami husked. And you stood on shaky legs to waddle over to him. Your eyes widening at his massive cock, its girth the size of your wrist and its length the same as your forearm. Noticing your hesitation, Nanami chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”

His hands found their way onto your hips as he guided you over his lap. A scared whimper falling past your lips when he lined you up with his rock hardness.

“Look at me. You can take it okay? Just be a good girl and relax.”

You sucked in a deep breath and nodded, wincing loudly as he sunk you down onto his cock. Your pussy aching at the stretch to let him in. “Ahh-“ you cried, small tears escaping your eyes as he bottomed you down onto him. Feeling his tip poking against the skin of your stomach.

“Holy shit.” Gojo whistled, “She’s fucking bulging.”

You mewled, looking down to see the outline of Nanami’s tip in your belly. The large man simply glaring at his colleague who only smirked.

Large hands held onto your ass, whispering soothing praises into your ear as he helped you grind up and down with the rocking of your hips. You began moaning as the pain slowly subsided. Pleasure filling your veins as Nanami made you ride him faster bit by bit. Feeling the veins of his cock grazing your sensitive walls with each movement.

You let out a string of loud cries, your hips arching when Nanami landed a slap to your skin. “You’re a real good girl, you know that? Obeying the men of the law. You’re a perfect one.” He groaned.

Gojo sat on the table behind you, his camera zoomed into the stretch of your pussy from the back. Nanami unknowingly spreading your cheeks to give off an even better view.

Choso’s cock prodded at your lips, his precum smearing onto your lips.

“Kamo. Don’t wanna save that for her pussy?” Gojo questioned, Choso shaking his head no with a desperate moan. “Uh uh, love her mouth too much.” Your lips parting to suck him into your throat with a hum.

Choso groaned, thrusting lightly into your mouth, his length throbbing when your tongue suckled at his tip. Nanami quickened your pace of rutting on his cock. Your noises drowned out by the youngest officer’s cock.

Your pussy clenched impossibly tighter. Creamy white covering his cock from top to bottom. Your pussy creaming his length with your clit being stimulated by its rubbing on the region near his base.

Gojo made sure to capture it all. Choso fucking into your throat and you milking Nanami’s cock. With mic picking up Choso’s moans and Nanami’s deep grunts.

Your body trembled, body filled with heat as you came undone. Whimpers bubbling in your throat and your eyes rolling back. The sound of your cuffs shaking entering your ears when your fists gripped literal air.

“Come on.” Nanami groaned, “Cum for us.”

You let out a silent breathy cry, your pussy spraying its cream filled liquid onto the man’s thighs and pants.

Choso followed not too long after you, finding it in him to force you to take all of him into your mouth with a gag before pumping his cum straight down your throat. Some of his cum spilling messily at the sides of your lips when he removed himself from the warmth.

Nanami rolled you onto him a few more times, his cock twitching within the depths of your cunt before effortlessly lifting you off of him and settling you closer to his knees. Giving his large cock a wrist circling stroke before his cock was releasing spurts of cum into the air and onto your tits and stomach with a dragged out groan.

The three of you panted, Gojo setting down his phone after saving the video to his eyes only then walking over to you with a key to remove your handcuffs. You fell forward as your body went limp, your palms feeling Nanami’s hard chest under his work shirt as you stabilized yourself.

The white haired man pressed a short kiss to your head. “Did so well.”

After helping you get cleaned up, the trio walked you out of the room. A slight limp in your step as you were brought into the main room. There you spotted Toji, who practically charged towards you. Slapping Choso’s hand off your waist and pulling you into his side. “Don’t touch my girl.”

Choso only walked away before giving you a look. And you sucked in a deep breath before you spoke, “Toji-“

“Before you say what you have to say baby, they charged us for robbery.” Kissing you softly on the same spot Gojo did. “Got any money to get us out of this.”

Just as you were about to speak, a voice echoed through the room. “Y/n L/n? You’re free to go.”

You gave Toji a tight lipped smile while scratching at your arm. “Sorry Toji.. i don’t have any. And since i didn’t do anything wrong i don’t see why i should be kept either.”

Toji looked at you in disbelief. A smirk eventually gracing his face. “Didn’t think you had that in ya.” Watching as you were escorted out by a blond officer who didn’t even spare him a glance.

He would have to use his one call on one of his recent flings to pay the fine.

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Each time Arthur has helped someone without expecting payment (that I can remember) because I’ve seen some weird takes circling around about how Arthur only cares about money/doesn’t help people (yet again)

He helped a city photographer take pictures and acted as his protector because he liked him

He helped a doctor retrieve a stolen wagon full of medicine, he wasn’t even asked to do so, he did it out of his own good will

He wanted to make an old cranky man happy and proposed finding his lost trinkets for him

He helped Deborah MacGuiness find dinosaur bones out of curiosity. He didn’t receive any financial reward for it. Just a few trinkets and he was satisfied

He risked his life for Marko Dragic’s experiments (his main motivation in this mission was again, curiosity)

He rescued a boy being held hostage by the gunsmith in Rhodes

He rescued people from being trafficked and gave them a large sum of money (he could’ve kept it for himself) for a better life

He helped Mr. White and Mr. Black gain freedom and even helped them again after they got themselves into trouble

He rescued Charles Chatenay on at least 3 different occasions

He instantly hurried to retrieve Sister Calderon’s cross even though he has never met her before

In his first encounter with Marjorie and Bertram, he helps to calm Bertram down and is understanding even though Bertram gave him trouble. He even puts the bartender in his place after he speaks about Bertram in a degrading manner

He agreed to help a man get rid of nigh folk occupying his property and after he payed him with only a rat pelt, Arthur didn’t get angry and still asked him if he’d be really fine on his own after knowing he wouldn’t be able to pay

He let a homeless man hug him and listened to what he has to say

He helped to save Jamie from becoming a cult member and stopped him from taking his life

He helped a boy look for his lost dog

He saved an injured man’s life after driving him to a doctor

He helped a woman get rid of a body after she claimed she had to kill the man in self-defence

He donated to the poor and even to build a shelter for war-veterans

He taught Charlotte how to survive on her own

He tried to save a crazed village out of his own good will

He helped a war veteran retrieve his prosthetic leg and helped him hunt

He helped a man look for his lost friend in the snowy mountains

He helped Rain’s Fall retrieve sacred items important to his people

He helped to retrieve stolen medical supplies for the Wapiti tripe

He saved Captain Monroe’s life after hearing he was in danger

He helped Beau and Penelope escape from their terrible families

He has saved many hunters from getting mauled, given many ladies a ride home, saved people from dying of poisoning, helped gather herbs, helped a lost New Yorker find his way to the town, helped save many people’s lives (lady being held hostage in her own house in Lemoyne, folk getting tortured by The Murfees or Lemoyne Raiders etc.)

Let’s not forget the fact that Arthur is a provider for over 20 people. He cannot be running around and risking his life for free for everyone he meets. He needs money. Even so, he has helped all the people above for no reward and out of his own free will. When I see someone say that Arthur is only motivated by money and never helps people otherwise, I just instantly assume they stormed through the story and didn’t pay any attention. The encounters listed above make up the majority of chance encounters/side quests and in almost all of them he is helping people. 80% of these are also pre-diagnosis.

He has a hard time accepting any compliments or gratitude for his good deeds and always downplays himself. Even in the main story he is never thinking about himself and he always puts others first.

“You did not ask for anything, you only gave”

The encounters where he does require payment pale in comparison to those in which he doesn’t, and even so they are very justified as they are often dangerous, time consuming or straight up ridiculous. It’s weird to assume Arthur only helps people for money when he doesn’t want to deliver love letters, interview dangerous people and sneak into heavily guarded properties for free.

[asonofpeter]

Night Shift

Pairing: Jaime Reyes x F!Reader

Summary: Jaime doesn't like that you work a night shift at a bar, so setting out to get a job at Kord Industries, you're shocked when he comes home with something else....

Warnings: mentions of men being pervs, lots of screaming and a little bit of violence, SPOILERS FOR BLUE BEETLE!

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: My first full fic in a while? Yes, it is indeed and with my new love, Jaime Reyes. If you haven't seen Blue Beetle, pause and go buy a ticket cause this movie is good! So proud of mi Xolito! Anyway, I'm proud of this, so enjoy! 💕💕💕

I don't consent to my work being copied, reposted, or translated.

“You don’t have to do this, y’know? I’ll get the job tomorrow and work hard to support the family and us,” Jaime stood up from your bed, grabbing hold of your hands to stop you from getting ready for work. 

“Jaime, I know you want to do everything you can to stop us from losing the house, but we need the money, wherever we can get it from,” you inhaled. 

You moved in with the Reyes three years ago after your parents kicked you out. The details are unimportant and messy but you were happy you ended up in a loving household after all. The only problem now, you’re on the brink of becoming homeless.

“But a job where drunk assholes violate you?” he scoffed and you rolled your eyes, knowing most customers haven’t gotten handsy since you started. “It’s not right,” he shook his head, squeezing your hands. “I don’t want you to have to go through that,” he rested his forehead against yours. 

You knew he meant well. It sucked having to work at a bar where wearing low-cut tops and push-up bras made for extra tips. Especially when you worked during the night. But then again, even when businesses are going bankrupt, bars are seemingly filling in at an all-time high. You had to take advantage of the dire situation even if Jaime didn’t like it.

“I can handle my own,” you smirked. “Nana taught me a thing or two,” you winked. 

“I bet she did,” he chuckled. 

“And besides,” you removed your hands from his grip, smoothing them up his arms until they rested on his biceps. “I have my big strong boyfriend to protect me,” you looked at him finding the blush forming on his face adorable.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in as he leaned forward to kiss you. His lips moved against yours slowly, one of your hands moving up to tug on the hair of the nape of his neck. 

Living in a small house with five other people gave you no privacy whatsoever, so moments like these were cherished. All those stolen glances, hidden kisses, late-night talks—it all meant something. 

“I gotta go, okay? I’ll see you in the morning,” you pulled away. 

“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you walk to work alone at eleven at night,” he grabbed your arm lightly, pulling you back into his embrace. “I’ll be there to pick you up at seven too,” he said and you sighed out contently.

“It means a lot, but don’t you have your job interview tomorrow?” you rested your head against his chest as you both walked out of your and Milagro’s room.

“I’ll sleep, wake up, pick you up, then come back and get ready,” he shrugged and you agreed with his well-thought-out plan. 

“Ya te vas, mija?” Rocio asked once you both entered the kitchen and you nodded. “Cuidate, y come tu comida, no quiero que te desmayes,” she handed you a paper sack and you smiled, thanking her. 

It was things like that which made you grateful for Jaime’s family—your family. The constant protection and worry they hold over you like one would for a daughter or sister. Making sure you had a lunch packed so you can eat and not faint during your shift. It warmed your heart and made you grateful every day. 

“Make sure she gets there safe, okay, Jaime?” Alberto pointed to his son and your boyfriend nodded, reassuring the two. 

Walking out of the house, you found your hands intertwined as you made your way down the block. You glanced at Jaime to find him smiling at you before he looked ahead. You grinned at the fact you caught him before you too continued your focus forward.

Palerma City was alive at night, even in the small barrio you lived in. The streets were dark, flickering lamp posts illuminating the people who were still up trying to make a living by whatever means. You looked far past, the bright neon skyline of the city, all the rows of high rises where all the rich white folk were fast asleep tucked away in silk sheets. 

You would get there one day. 

“What did my mom pack for your lunch?” he asked, pulling you out of your thought.

“A torta de jamon, an apple and orange, some Fritos, and oh, a gansito,” you gasped in excitement before you stuffed the bag in your backpack. “I know exactly what I’m eating first,” you giggled. 

“My mom literally said we ran out of gansitos,” he said in shock. “She loves you more than me,” he feigned hurt and you wrapped your arm around him, cooing as you kissed his cheek.

“What can I say? I’m lovable,” you hummed.

The two of you turned the corner and you found yourself at “Margaritaville”, the newest establishment where you got paid minimum wage and received great tips from businessmen who got off on a pretty bartender flirting with them before they made their way home to their wives. Or from people who recently got laid off from their jobs and needed someone to talk to.

Either way, you’d put on your best smile, bat your lashes and make sure your top was low enough if that meant being able to pay part of the rent.

“Be safe, okay?” Jaime pulled you in for a hug. “I’ll be awake at 6:30,” he promised. 

“I will,” you mumbled into his neck before pulling away. “See you soon,” you smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. 

He cupped your cheek before you pulled away, your fingers pulling along his, straining to stay in touch as you kept moving toward the door until they unlinked, his arm stayed hovered in the air for a split moment while yours dropped to the side. He watched as you turned back and waved until you entered through the back door, making sure to stay for a minute before he turned back around. 

The lingering touch of you remained on his fingers until he arrived home and made his way to bed. It wasn’t fair you had to become a main stream of income for the house. It shouldn’t be you pulling in the long hours, it should be him.

He needed to get that interview at Kord Industries tomorrow.

~

You undid your apron, shoving it back into your backpack. You let out a sigh as you did a once over to the barely empty bar. The next shift already arrived and was taking care of the customers. Letting out a yawn, you placed your tips in your pocket, opening the back door only to be greeted by Jaime who was waiting at the curb.

“Buenos dias, mi amor,” he smiled and you felt your cheeks blush at the pet name he liked to change out every once in a while. “Made you breakfast,” he handed you something rolled in some paper towels before you unveiled two bean burritos. “How was work?” he kissed your cheek while he took your bag from you.

“Made $150 in tips,” you stated, biting into your food. “Getting paid tomorrow, so it went well,” you nodded. “Customers were more to themselves tonight, except for this one guy who was crying about his wife leaving him. I think he left looking for a prostitute to be honest,” you chuckled. 

“Poor dude,” he hummed. “But the money is good,” he said, wrapping his arm around you. 

The rest of the short walk was made in silence and it was calming to just have Jaime by your side. The eight-hour shift takes it out on you and you couldn’t wait to go to sleep. 

“Hola,” you greeted as you walked through the door. 

“Como te fue?” Nana asked and you responded to her before a yawn came out.

“Disculpe,” you pressed a hand to your chest. “I’m gonna go shower,” you said, the family understanding as you made your way to your room. 

After a quick shower and changing into casual wear, you felt refreshed as you walked back into the family room. The whole family was gathered as Jaime stood in the middle, hair geled back and his fancy clothes put on.

“Wow, que chulo,” you complimented with a bright smile plastered on your face as you stood behind the couch. 

“You see, cabezon? You look fine,” Uncle Rudy told his nephew and Jaime nodded in defeat, clearly flustered. “Y/N wouldn’t lie, she loves you too much for that!” he cackled and you joined in, making Jaime blush even more.

“Let’s go and get this over with, I still don’t trust that Jenny girl,” Milagro muttered under her breath and you sent a glance at Jaime. 

You were aware of what happened when Milagro and Jaime lost their job with Victoria Kord. Millie was correct to have a distaste for the older lady, but after her niece offered an olive branch, giving Jaime an opportunity–you weren’t sure if she was in the right to have that distrust. But then again, you weren’t there.

“Descansas, okay?” Nana kissed you on the cheek and gave you the blessing before she walked out and you nodded. 

The rest of the family walked out, leaving you and Jaime left. 

“Good luck, okay?” you grabbed his face and gave him a chaste good luck kiss. “I know you’re gonna woo them over,” you sent him a sure smile. 

“How are you so sure about that?” he held your wrists, running his thumbs over your delicate skin. 

“Cause, you’re Jaime Reyes”.

~

“You don’t know what’s inside?” you heard Millie ask. 

You were awakened by muffled conversations, your brows furrowing as you checked the time. They couldn’t have come back that soon and if something serious happened, they would’ve woken you up. 

About to drift back to sleep, you eyes shot open by shouting. The voices of Jaime, Millie, and Rudy combine together. Bolting out of bed fast, you opened the door and ran into the dining room, finding Millie and Rudy to be playing hot potato with a blue bug, Jaime trying to get them to stop.

“Mira, look what you did! You woke her up,” Rocio gestured to you and the room suddenly got quiet. 

“Ay, Y/N, I’m sorry,” Jaime winced, trying to grab the thing from Millie but she held it out of his reach. 

“Look what Jaime brought back. That Jenny girl is a total floozy, like what is this that she gave him?” she cocked a brow, holding it clearly so you could see.

“A bug?” you rubbed your eyes. “Why would she give you a bug?” you asked, walking closer. 

“She told me to guard it with my life, I wasn’t even supposed to open it,” your boyfriend explained and his words made you uneasy. 

“I think you should put it back, you don’t know what it can be,” you turned to Millie. 

“She’s right,” Jaime held out his hand and Milagro reluctantly agreed, placing it in his palm.

You watched as he was about to place it back in the box until it lit up, his face inching closer to inspect it. You stared back in amazement, the bug coming to life.

“I think it likes me,” he grinned, glancing up at you with a twinkle in your eyes that made your heart skip a beat. But that smile was instantly wiped away the moment the bug launched itself onto his face.

“JAIME!” you screeched, the family shooting up from their seats as they tried to aid him.

“It’s on your face!” Uncle Rudy screamed before he grabbed onto the bug, attempting to rip it off but it shot out a bolt of electricity, sending him across the room and Jaime against the wall. 

Your body began to shake and you wanted to run over to help Jaime but he got up, the bug detaching from his face until it crawled over his shoulder and under his shirt like a spider you wanted off immediately. 

“Jaime!” you shouted, his body thrashing around the room like he was fighting with the bug. “Baby, please,” you cried, hands over your mouth as you tried to begin to process what was going on but you couldn’t.

“Oh god,” Jaime stilled, hunched over as he looked at you. “I think it’s inside of me,” his gaze filled with panic and you felt your skin crawl. “It’s inside of me!” he screamed, hand reaching out for yours before he doubled over in pain, the bug poking out underneath his clothes before arms pierced through, sending him up against the ceiling.

Another wave of screams sounded, the love of your life’s agony cries being the worst thing you ever heard. The tears were falling down your cheeks. You wanted to help him but couldn’t. You wanted to know what was going on but didn’t. You were completely helpless in this situation.

Black goo grew over his body, his clothes burning to crisps and you were afraid of what it was going to do once it got all of him. Were you about to lose your Jaime? How did you get to this point when it was just a job interview? 

“Y/N!” his call for you made your heart stop and you tried telling him you were here but his cries drowned it out. 

Suddenly, he was completely transformed, a suit of armor in black and blue engulfed him. The cries and the screams quieted down as you all stared at him. A split second ago, you thought he was going to die, but now he was fine? It didn’t make sense. 

“Mijo?” Rocio called out as Jaime walked over to the photo of La Virgen, his illuminating yellow eyes staring back into the reflection.

“What was that?” he looked back in shock, hands over his mouth. “Did you hear that?” his voice was panicked, his expression hidden with the eyes providing just the tiniest amount of concern. 

“Jaime, what’s going on?” you took a step forward. 

“That voice, you don’t hear a voice?” he walked forward, standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by all of you. The suit seemed to have turned on, blue light glowing between grooves and you all watched in awe. “Systems check?” he mumbled, looking around the room. 

“Jaime?” you asked, noticing the arms powering up.

“It’s okay, everything is going to be okay!” he shouted just as he was flown through the ceiling before he became a dot in the sky. 

Nothing was okay.

~

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all hers, part vi

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v | part vi | part vii | part viii | part ix | part x | part xi | part xii | part xiii | part xiv | part xv | part xvi | part xvii | part xviii | part xix | part xx | part xxi | part xxii | part xxiii | part xxiv | part xxv | part xxvi | epilogue

summary:  For as long as Tara could remember, she’d had this thing inside her. Ghostface!Tara origin story. 

warnings: 18+ reference to murder.

word count: 2.6k

a/n: sorry this one took so long, appreciate all the love for this fic! let me know what you want to see next, looking to maybe take some more smutty suggestions for gf!tara ;) 

For as long as Tara could remember, she’d had this thing inside her. 

This hot, horrible, blackout anger that lived in her bones. Lurking just under the surface. It left her in shivers, cold sweats. It left her aching, panting. There was nothing quite like it. 

Her Dad used to call it “The Rage”. 

“Get a handle on The Rage, Tara.” He’d warn before dropping her off at school, “Remember. It’s just an emotion. Like any other emotion. You can control it.” 

He was wrong, Tara couldn’t control it. No matter how hard she tried.

She couldn’t control it the day Peter Millwood stole her crayons. She’d whacked him across the face with her ruler with all the might of a four year old girl. Might have done worse had Mrs. Parker not frog-marched her straight to the Principal’s office. 

She couldn’t control it the night her older sister Sam had stolen her barbie when she was six. She’d wrapped her hands around Sam’s throat, choking, choking, choking until Sam was screaming and her mother was prying her off and smacking her so hard over the backside it left angry, red welts for days. 

Her childhood was scattered with incidents like that. Possessive. Child councilors had whispered to her father. Doesn’t share well with others. 

They’d prescribed therapy sessions, pills that made her so sleepy she couldn’t concentrate in class. Her Dad hung up a poster on the back of her door; a picture of a thermometer. A sliding scale of five numbers: one, a little picture of a cartoon boy smiling, was happy. Five was a little old man, scowling and angry. 

She’d gone to their sessions over and over. Their words in one ear and out the other. Nothing they said ever worked. “Five.” She’d growled at her father in the backseat of the car on the way home from a soccer match. A girl from the other team had tried to take the ball from her. The coach had stopped Tara before she could tackle her to the ground. 

“One.” She’d announced happily sitting in the nurse's office after recess with a swollen hand. A boy much bigger than her had tried to bully her out of her lunch money. Tara had punched him square in the jaw. 

Months flew by. Tara watched as her father turmoiled; no pill, no therapy session could fix her. 

The night before Tara turned thirteen, her father walked out on them. 

Sam blamed herself, but Tara knew the truth. It was her. It was the Rage. He’d spent every spare dime he had trying to fix her but it was impossible. She was a lost cause, after thirteen years, he’d finally figured it out. 

Her mom seemed to think so too. She buried herself in work, business trips, vacations, boyfriends. Anything that kept her away from Woodsboro. Away from Tara. 

Tara cried herself to sleep for two months straight the night he left. 

The Rage had cost her a father, a mother and a sister. It wasn’t what she wanted. She didn’t like the things it made her do. It was like this thing inside of her that took over. Like a demon, swallowing her whole. It was angry, violent. It wanted to hurt. 

And nothing or no-one could help her. 

Sam moved out. Tara learned to spend her nights alone. She taught herself how to make simple foods, like pasta and steak. Her Dad hadn’t taken much when he’d left, so Tara worked her way through his film collection. She didn’t care much for the westerns, or the gangster flicks. She scrunched her nose up at the heist films and the rom-coms. But the horror movies? It was love at first sight. 

She worked her way through the Halloween movies first. Then Nightmare on Elm Street. Texas Chainsaw Massacre. 

Finally, came the Stab movies. 

She’d grown up in Woodboro, she’d heard the stories about Ghostface. 

Stupid name, she’d first thought. Stupider mask. 

But the more she watched the more he grew on her. He began to fascinate her. His motives were always asinine, much like The Rage. The hairs on the back of her neck stuck up at every kill. She became obsessed. First it was the movies, then it was the books. She read every article, spent countless hours on youtube - interviews, theories, facts. She watched them all. 

By the time she’d finished middle school, Tara could recite every stab movie by heart. Better than that -  her focus on the Stab movies meant The Rage had finally lessened. 

She didn’t flip out about trivial things anymore, like someone borrowing a pen, or eating her last stick of gum. Instead, she pictured herself in a Ghostface mask. The blade between her fingertips as she drove the knife deep into said pen-thieving, gum-stealer’s chest. 

Then it had been enough. Just the thought of doing it. Back when she didn’t have anything worth stealing. 

And then she met you. 

It was like fate, kismet. Just like all the tales in all the stupid rom-coms she couldn’t stand to watch. 

She’d been sitting in biology class, doodling in the line of her margin. When she’d looked up, you were there. Beautiful, ethereal. Her heart had almost stopped the moment you’d locked eyes. 

She knew right then and there you were destined to be hers. The Rage purred. It coiled from her around you like an invisible string, tying your fates together. 

The next day she’d asked you out. The next week she’d kissed you, soft and slow, under the gentle hum of your porchlight. And the week after that you were hers. Officially. 

It was perfect. You were perfect. 

Her special, perfect thing. 

Instead of lonely nights on the couch, watching movies by herself, you were there. 

She cooked for you, made you all the recipes she’d spent her early teens learning. Showed you all her favorite horror movies. Spent nights on nights making feverish love to each other. She was your first, and you were hers. Not two months in, naked and entwined, she told you she loved you for the first time.

She was completely and utterly enamored with you. 

“Tell me about your first kiss.” You had whispered one night, laid across from her on the sofa. 

Tara’s first kiss had been awful. With a boy from middle school who hadn’t bothered to take his gum out. You’d giggled at that. 

And then she’d made a colossal mistake: she’d asked you about yours.

Aaron was his name, you’d recalled. He was cute. He’d made your stomach flip. Sometimes you’d see him in the halls. He had long hair now, and he didn’t really look too dissimilar to Tara.  You’d told her so. Nudged your elbow in her stomach. 

“Maybe I have a type.” 

Tara had felt herself get light-headed. Her mouth prickled uncomfortably. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. 

Her heart hammered. White hot jealousy coiled through her veins. Her stomach dropped; It was back, worse than she’d ever felt it before. She could feel The Rage taking over. 

Not at you, never at you. 

Aaron. Some punk kid with long hair who had dared touch you before she even knew you. 

Her hands itched, she’d needed to hurt something. Someone. Aaron perhaps. 

She imagined him under her, screaming out as she drove her knife into his throat.

“You okay, baby?” You’d asked. Your hands on her back, rubbing softly, “I was just kidding.” You leaned in, pressed a kiss to her cheek, “You’re way cuter than Aaron.” 

Tara had kissed you hard. Shelved The Rage. 

The Rage had ruined everything good in her life, it wasn’t about to take you as well. She’d do everything in her power to protect you from it. 

English class. Her knee was bouncing. 

Withdrawal maybe, from you. It was the only class you didn’t share together. You’d been dating for months now, barely a moment without her. Everyday you were hers, The Rage got stronger. 

It wasn’t just Aaron. You’d had a girlfriend before her, Sadie. You still shared a class together. The Rage wanted her gone, just like Aaron. Your best friend, Chase, watched you with moon eyes. You never noticed but Tara did. The Rage did. It coiled inside her, beating its fists against her chest, screaming to be let out. 

She was pale today, dark circles underneath her eyes. She hadn’t slept a wink. She’d held you tight all night, gripping you as if Aaron or Sadie or Chase was about to break in and steal you from her. 

Over her dead body. 

In fact she was so exhausted, she’d thought she’d imagined it when she heard the boys two rows in front of her saying your name. She tilted her head, listened a little harder. 

“YN. I have Math with her.” Sounded one of the boys. The other one groaned. “Lucky, dude.” 

“Tell me about it. She’s so fucking hot.” 

Tara leaned in. Gripped her pencil so hard it snapped. The blood rushed to her ears as she felt The Rage taking over. 

“I might try to hit that this weekend. She’s always at Freeman’s parties.” 

The other boy had scoffed. “Dude. She’s with Tara Carpenter. Good fucking luck.” 

“Please.” Leered the first boy, “Chicks dating chicks is hot and all, but I bet she’s missing the D. All it would take is a couple of drinks and she’ll be all over me.” 

He had leaned back in his chair with all the swagger of an eighteen year old virgin. 

“Besides. Who knows. Carpenter’s pretty hot too. Maybe she’ll join in.” 

Tara didn’t remember getting home.

She was shaking. Blood rushing to her ears. She’d got into the shower, fully clothed. Turned on the facet, straight to cold, hoping she could shock it out of her system. 

One, two, three. The breathing exercises her Dad had taught her. 

Five, five, five. Kill him, kill him, kill him. 

It had never been this strong before. This wild. When she was a child she’d wanted to hurt, sure. She’d want to punch, or kick, or choke. In her fantasies she stabbed people - but it wasn’t real, it was just a daydream. This time, she’d wanted to kill him. A fantasy wasn’t enough. 

One. Two. Three. 

The cold water wasn’t working. She turned it to hot. Let the water scald her skin. 

One. Two. Three. 

She let out a long, dry sob. It felt like her insides were burning. Rage filled every part of her - from the painful throb of her chest to the fire-like blood flowing through her veins. She could feel her cheeks red, angry. 

One. Two. Three. 

“Baby?” Her head jerked up. It was you. You pried open the bathroom door. 

“Tara?” You stared for a moment. 

She looked a sight. Fully clothed, shoes and all, sat at the bottom of the shower dry heaving. 

You were at her side in an instant. 

“Baby.” You’d cooed as you pulled her to her feet, “What happened?” 

The Rage pounded at her chest, like angry fists trying to claw through her ribcage. She could barely speak. You had turned off the facet, pulled her soaking body into yours. 

“Come on, baby. Let's get you out of these wet clothes.” 

You wrapped her in a towel, dropping to your knees to untie her shoes. She stood, soaking wet and shivering as you pulled jeans down her legs. 

“You’re freezing.” You’d said. Wrapped her tight in your arms. Her body was shaking, but it wasn't because of the cold. If anything, she felt too hot. You had rubbed her arms, kissed her forehead. She’d buried her face in your chest, her hands gripping tight around your waist. 

Mine. The Rage growled. You’re mine. 

You’d fussed over her. Drying her hair with a towel, trying to coax her into bed. 

When you’d leaned over her, pulling the sheets up to her neck, she had grabbed you by the wrist. 

“YN.” She murmured, “YN. Baby.”

“It’s all right, sweetheart.” You had said, “I’m here. I’m just going to get you a hot water bottle and then I’ll be right back-”

Tara shook her head, tugging you down a little harder. 

You let out a quiet gasp as she grabbed you by the hips, pulled you down to her. 

“Shhh.” She’d murmured. Wild eyes. “I need to fuck you. Now. Please.” 

You hadn’t put up much of a protest. She was feverish. Angry. Rough. Each thrust of her hips sent shockwaves through your entire body. 

“Mine.” She had growled in your ear as you came hard around her fingers. 

But not even fucking you could satiate The Rage. It thumped, still there, ever present. It was tormenting her. Flashes of you on your back, the boy from biology thrusting deep inside you. Another flash, you on your hands and knees, him pounding you into the mattress. It made her sick. It made her hands itch with anger. 

It’s you or him. The Rage sing-songed at her. Stick your knife in him before he can stick his cock in her. 

Your fingers on her cheek had snapped her out of it, only for a moment. 

“Tell me what’s wrong, sweetheart.” You’d said. “Where did that come from?” 

She’d looked down at you: lips swollen from her wild kisses. Angry red marks on your hips from where she’d grabbed you and held you down. She’d swallowed hard. She knew what she had to do. 

“Don’t worry.” She’d said. Pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, “I had a problem. But I think I know how to fix it.” 

She’d dropped you home later that night.

Then, she drove into town and bought herself a Ghostface mask. 

-

She was spiraling. 

She could feel it, thrumming, taking over. She was losing control. 

The first murder was sweet relief. She hadn’t meant to kill two of them. Dan was his name, the awful boy who had plotted to get you drunk and steal you from her. She’d been halfway through tearing her dagger down his stomach when his older brother had walked in. 

She’d had to kill him too. No witnesses. She did it quick, felt kind of bad about it afterwards. 

The boost of serotonin at the look on Dan’s face when she’d driven her knife into his stomach more than made up for it. 

For the first time in her life The Rage was satisfied. 

But it wasn’t to last. It itched at her, the fact there were still people out there that had known the taste of your lips on their mouths. The Rage wanted them dead. Tara wanted them dead. Ghostface wanted them dead. 

It was far too much to fight off her natural instincts. She was tired of fighting it. Exhausted. Now she’d known the feeling of her knife sinking deep into someone’s flesh, she didn’t think she could stop it even if she tried. 

Aaron was next. She’d slit his throat while he begged for mercy. 

Then Sadie. She’d stabbed her twelve times in the back. Once for every day you’d been hers. 

Then Chase was all that was left. 

And the worst had happened. 

“Don’t be scared.” She’d murmured as you stared back at her, eyes wide and fearful. Lip trembling. Chase’s blood still dripping off her hands,  “I would never hurt you.” 

It was true. She’d never hurt you. Not even if you had run from her that night. Not even if you'd called the police. She’d turn her knife and drive it through her own heart before she’d ever lay a finger on you. 

But you hadn’t run. You’d stayed, loved her despite the monster that lived inside her. 

The Rage had taken everyone else, but not you. 

Mine. It murmured everytime she was close to you. Sometimes she’d say it aloud. You’d nestle into her, hold her tight. 

Yours. 

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[savagewildnerness]

Let’s talk about the Theatre Des Vampires & its potential impact!?!

First Lestat: pretty sure Lestat is a vampire here: he has the eyes, the nails & Armand is watching him. (Why would Armand watch mortal-Lestat? Unless watching Magnus and I’m sure we won’t see Magnus this season.) And that back bend has all the vibes of Lestat describing how as a vampire he can do impossibly graceful dance movements if he so chooses! (To delight and beguile, or so inhuman as to disturb!)

BUT book-Lestat does not theatre once he is a vampire. There’s only that one time that goes horribly wrong. To me, this does not look like it’s going horribly wrong!?! It looks like Lestat is still being “the greatest actor to have ever graced the stage”…??

Book-Lestat is horrified by vampire theatre. Including himself on the stage! He used to love how theatre conveyed something human & true & real. He felt it was a truly *good* think he could do. Being unable to read, human Lestat did a lot of improvised theatre (& Nicki taught him lines for some plays later on) - I’d argue improvisation being the most spontaneous & human theatre can get… so he finds it even moreso repellent how false it is as a vampire.

Compelled to go out on stage, Lestat looks out & sees a grinning skull behind every face. He feels he cannot find the natural, human meaning in words that was so instinctive to him when mortal. In the theatre, Lestat’s love as a mortal, Lestat truly feels what he has lost & will now never be. He could beguile & trick, but instead he intentionally horrifies the audience & himself - I think he does it `s he is so personally horrified and yet as theatre always was, still it must remain a place of truth for him? In the moment, there on stage, he realises his inhumanity and sees himself almost from outside himself as a horrific (though perfectly natural) monster “the mortal world seemed some desperate dream of rationality that in this lush and fetid jungle had not the slightest chance.” He sees himself like a cat or a rat or the evil vampire he is - he is a creature, but he is not human.

Until this point, other than when killing, Lestat has passed himself off easily amongst mortals as one of them. Yet, here on the stage he feels the Monster he is & cannot bear the artifice and the difference to what he once was, what he had the potential to be and what he was on the cusp of becoming. The theatre is like a reminder to him that his human life is over. This is a quality he will later be unable to bear in Nicki’s virtuoso violin skill once he becomes a vampire too. Nicki leans right in to the parody & evil manipulation of skill as opposed to mortal expression of humanity & performing with the devil’s instrument. Nicki finds a purity and truth in that & it’s the antithesis of what Lestat adored from & felt in Nicki’s mortal violin playing. Just as mad-Vampire-Nicki is the antithesis of all Lestat loved & they immediately despise each other (albeit Lestat will never truly not love too.)

Anyway, back to just-turned Lestat: at the same time, it’s Lestat’s *need* to return to the theatre that is really Nicolas’ downfall. Nicki was always fragile, and moreso when Lestat was stolen away. And of course when Armand kidnaps Nicki he is completely mad & unsaveable by then. But he had a small chance at some life... until this visitation to the theatre by Lestat, where Nicolas truly sees for his own eyes that something awful has befallen Lestat & he doesn’t understand it & nobody but him will believe it as they just want to believe Lestat the wondrous benefactor who has gifted them so much money and the theatre and charms everyone still.

This is in my opinion the point of no return for Nicki. He is a mad thing who I don’t think has any way back to sanity and life from here on. Gabrielle recognises it already even where Lestat cannot admit it to himself when she asks Lestat if he'll turn Nicki. At that time Lestat says he is appalled by the idea... but obviously he would have thought on it. Once Lestat showed his vampire self to Nicki, Nicki’s mortal life was done for. He begins drinking to extreme excess & cannot cope with life at... and this is before Armand snatches him.

Now, if the show have Lestat at the theatre for longer & actually using his skills to trick audiences for a while, will the impact this has on (presumably still mortal) Nicki be even deeper? It surely would be given the scenario…? And so will Lestat feel even more guilt o we Nicki’s eventual downfall? I can almost see it in my mind playing out now. Lestat using his vampiric skill to beguile audiences for a time, Nicki grieving increasingly mad & all the other people at the theatre merely adoring Lestat & not wishing to see anything wrong. And maybe even Nicki wanting to believe in moments that all is well? But really, Nicki growing increasingly fragile until, as in the books Armand steals him away. I just feel like something like this might be in the TV show and I feel that it could be an interesting deepening of the emotion (although it would alter Lestat in the theatre a little and the impact of the theatre to Lestat's self… but then, that was Lestat’s thoughts and horror as a new vampire. He feels very differently by the time he becomes a rock star… so…?!)

And this ties in: the recent clips suggest Claudia loves the theatre & Louis hates it. Louis always hated the callousness of the theatre, but Claudia loved it mainly as a clever way to ensnare victims. In the theatre in the book she is immediately in danger. Will this be different feelings here. This older Claudia may initially love the idea of joining the theatre! It may appeal to her nature! But oh, what awaits her…

Anyway: just some train-of-thought ponderings….

Anyone have thoughts on this?

[barnxyes]

moth to a flame - dark mob andy barber x fem actress reader | Chapter 1

- Summary: You have captivated the boss’s heart much to your obliviousness.

Warning(s): Mentions of stalking, kidnapping, obsession + mentions of guns + needle, armed men, reader is drugged.

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With a sigh of exhaustion, your head plopped against the window of the vehicle, eyes heavy as they closed , desperately calling for sleep.

The AC hummed with peace, your driver's hand thumping against the wheel with the music coming from his ear as he continued to drive. Night was yet to come, the sun hidden behind the curtains of gray, dark clouds with shocks of lighting emerging.

Your peace was stolen, taken suddenly with a gasp of alarm as screeching tires resounded, your body lurching towards the driver's seat with force as the car came to a halt. The pain from the seat belt jamming onto your chest wasn’t comprehend from the fear that took over when your eyes set on three vehicles that surrounded yours

“What - what the fuck is going on?”

You couldn’t see it, but Ari gulped, his hand on his holster, ready to unveil his handgun at any second. But yet, he knew he couldn’t do much because an entourage of men in suits made their way out of their black SUV’s, five or six in each.

It was months ago that your management had upped the security after a man tried - but failed to take you as his own.

If anything, you felt bad for the guy, expending his time, YEARS of stalking, and spending his last dime all for you until he realized that you’d never be his to keep. He planned it all, but unfortunately for him he was only one and he was taken in seconds.

But, all extent security seemed a bit too extreme and stupidly you’d only taken Ari in because the man was trustful and the most loyal man to date. “Stay calm ma’am. They might just ask for money.”

“Money? Ari, look at them. They don’t need money.”

Surprisingly, he took to rolling down the window with not an ounce of fright in his voice or expression. But, you on the other hand trembled slightly, giving a tight lipped smile when the eyes of the man who approached the windom connected with yours. He dressed simply, a black leather jacket wrapped around his upper torso with washed out blue jeans and aviator sunglasses that he took off and handed to a man behind.

The man stopped just next to Ari’s door, his hand wrapping around the front of his pants as his other dragged through his shaven head.

“May I help you gentleman?” Ari started.

“You very well can, sir, Mr. Levinson. I’m gonna have to ask you to step out of the car. The three of you.”

Ari didn’t miss a beat. “Why?”

The man’s eyes traveled once again to yours, a hint of a smirk forming on the corner of his lips. “Boss’s orders.” He shrugged. “Curtis, pleasure I’m sure. Please, don’t make this difficult. Oh, also hand over the sidearm that I know you’re holding.”

It seemed he didn’t know patience, for he sighed, his hand immediately pressing the SUV’s buttons that unlocked the vehicle. Ari was quick too, taking advantage of what the man standing before him did, pointing the gun straight at him.

Curtis smirked, raising his hands up in the air with mockery because as soon as Ari raised his firearm, more were soon to follow from the entourage of men that stopped your car.

“Well…this is awkward. You brought a knife to a gunfight.” He pouted with a derisive laugh as he shook his head with faux disappointment and sighed. “Get her out.”

“Don’t you dare touch me!” You grunted, kicking at the two men who came for you, their hands gripping your forearms with a harshness that made your skin burn. “Ari! Let me go!”

“Please, ma’am!” One of them spoke. “Don’t be difficult. We truly do not mean you any harm.” His sentence fell on deaf ears for you kicked one where the sun did not shine and punched the other just as Ari had taught you. They both cried out, tending to their injuries with grimaces and while they did, you took the opportunity to run, dashing through the barrier of cars that stood around you.

But Curtis was faster, and with a cackle he wrapped his arms around your middle, his grip tight as your body flailed. “Not so fast Ms. Hollywood.” He gritted. Behind you, you could hear Ari’s grunts of struggle against the hold of multiple men holding him back from getting to you.

“Why are you doing this!”

Curtis was strong, holding you in his vice grip with one arm as his other went inside of his leather jacket, fishing something out of it and when you saw it, the thin and clear syringe in his hold, you cried out even more, thumbing your legs against his boots.

He hissed, annoyed with the slight sting. “Like I said -,” he spoke, gritting the top of the needle with his teeth before spitting it out on the ground and inserting it inside your skin.

“No, no no.” Mumbling, your body sagged against his as your vision blurred and your body felt heavy.

“ - bosses orders.”

[rafaslittleboy]

Life of the party

pairing: rafael barba/reader, sonny carisi/reader

Des: rafael barba takes a liking to sonny’s niece. at the same time, so does sonny.

warnings: power imbalance, rafa is 54 and sonny is 45 and reader is in her early twenties. SONNY IS READER’S UNCLE. Incest, dub con, drugging.

dc: @noellawrites

It wasn’t a secret that your mom was wealthy, she had married a man that came from money and had a high paying job and moved into his mansion-like house with you in toll. He didn’t like you, in fact, he spent the first three years of knowing you, screaming at you, pushing you, kicking you out just for your mom to phone the police and bring you back.

Your relationship with him wasn’t the best, rocky, in fact. And he had every reason to kick you out if he wanted to—you had just entered your twenties, and were legally an adult, he didn’t need to keep you there and he was trying every trick in the book to put you out.

Your safe place was your uncle sonny. Your whole life he had been the one to take care of you, he was your best friend in the world. You both were so close when you were younger, he had taught you almost everything that was inherently your mother’s job. Sometimes as you grew into a teenager, your body changed and he taught you… things, it made you uncomfortable at times but he would always cover his tracks and say that if no one else would teach you, he would.

As you got older, the more he would let you ‘sleepover’ at his apartment, and the more it happened. It wasn’t until one of your friends spoke about the social outcast in class being caught fucking a family member did you learn it was wrong to be touched in certain ways by said family members.

So you stopped coming over—but you did receive texts every now and then from your Uncle Sonny, asking how you are, updating you about his life. You only really ever saw him at family gatherings.

A few drinks were enough for you, and you had taken yourself up to bed. No one noticed you had left.

“Oh—“ you bumped head first into his chest, almost swaying backwards, “I’m so sorry—“

Rafael cracked a smile and stabled your shoulders with his hands, “Is your uncle sonny around?” he asks, his big green eyes darting around the hallway.

“I don’t… know, he mi—might be?” It wasn’t exactly a clear and understood answer.

“How much have you had to drink?” Rafael raised a humorous blonde eyebrow at you. He did get a few glances at you downstairs, too many juice-tasting shots that were subtly stolen from the drinks table, having the in-house drink maker make you whatever you wanted for a sweet smile in return.

“In fact, don’t answer that. Let’s get you to bed, hmm?”

And of course, you blindly followed him. He was attractive, and he was a lawyer—you felt you were in safe hands… big hands, with long fingers. You were staring too long, and he caught on to that. He sat you down on the edge of the bed and smoothed out the creases on your shirt.

“You’re a pretty one, aren’t you?” He stated, cocking his head to the side. “I’m surprised that you aren’t taken, if I was your age? I’d fight for that,”

You giggle, you’re not really taking in the words but you can identify that he’s complimenting you. You don’t get that anymore, not since you cut contact with your uncle.

“I could just… eat you up,” his voice lowers into a growl, and his hands are no longer on your shoulders but now on your waist. His thumbs are drawing circles on your warm skin, and there’s something specific in his eyes you can’t quite put your finger on. His hands settle on your sides and squeeze so subtly, “Have you been with an older man, before?”

You swallow, suddenly the alcohol doesn’t keep the funny, buzzed feeling as it did a few minutes prior.

“i… i don’t think so,” you stammer. You haven’t been with anyone, a few kisses here and there… touches—but that was all educational, it wasn’t proper. It wasn’t real.

Rafael hums to himself, biting his lower lip. “Stay.” He commands, and he walks to the door and makes sure to lock it.

When he comes back, he drops to his knees and pulls your short-short’s to the side along with your panties, and the cold air makes your skin prickle.

“mr. barba—“ you’re cut short when both of his thumbs pull your pussy lips apart.

“Still intact…” he hums again. The humiliation you’re getting from him inspecting you makes your skin warm and your face turn red with pure drunken embarrassment.

“Do you want my cock inside you, little girl? Break you open?”

You let out a choked hiccup sound, a lump in your throat—torn between enjoying his touches and knowing this is wrong. Your mommy always told you to save yourself for marriage—hell, even Uncle Sonny told you to save yourself during his educational lessons for a good man or God would have punishments in place if you sinned like that.

His middle finger touched on your clit and moved around in a small, tight small circular motions. You gasped—because how could you not? It was a feeling that you had went years without feeling, and he seemed to know what he was doing.

Rafael slid his shortest finger inside you and it was a struggle at first, your slick walls clamping down instantly on the intrusion.

“You’re a prize for an old man like me, gonna make me really really happy.”

He stands and spreads your thighs open just enough so he can get between them, and your mind is fuzzed—you can only think about him, ADA Rafael Barba with his hard cock confined within his clothes rubbing against your most private area.

He tuts in annoyance, “you’re getting my pants wet,” and he’s right, there’s a wet, sticky patch on the outline of his hard cock due to your arousal. His forefinger and thumb on your clit and then he pinches—and you choke back a pained moan.

“Bad little girls get punished—this will be a pain to get drycleaned.”

His fingers twist on your swollen clit, and you keen, your hand on his wrist as a desperate attempt to make him stop. “i—i’m sorry—“ you choke.

“Do you think you can cum just like this?” He says under his breath, voice low. You shake your head ‘no’, once more trying to push back on him.

He stops, finally, and his hands immediately go to his belt and starts to unbuckle and pull it through the loops and drops it to the floor.

“Mr. Barba..” you gasp as his cock slides against your pussy lips. “Feels good, huh?” He says with a smirk, and you nod feverishly.

You hadn’t even noticed him pulling back and sliding the head of his cock into you until the stretch became too much and your back bowed involuntarily to see the thing that was impaling you.

A thick, fat cock was between your legs and the tip was barely in. It was wrong, taboo, your mom would disown you if she found you like this. Rafael saw you watching, his eyes glued to your small body wrapped around the tip of his cock.

He pushed in further and your mouth fell open as your walls were stretched even further as his hips moved forward. “That’s it… good little girl…”

Rafael was nice enough to give you some time to adjust, but he was only a man; he had urges too, and by god, your tight little pussy was so inviting, exciting. He grabbed your hip with one hand and moved his other hand to hold down your shoulder and fucked into you like there was no tomorrow, your pussy making a obscene squelching sound with just how wet you were.

you couldn’t think, it was intense—his cock pumping in and out of you, his balls slapping your wet skin and god, the way his face contorted into a pleasurable expression—he was so attractive, the most attractive man you had ever set your eyes on.

“Mr—mr. Barba—“ you gasped, “something—somethings happening to me—“

Rafael bit his bottom lip hard and a rough groan left his mouth and he slid his thumb across your swollen clit, “go on, fuck—fuck, go on, cum all over my cock, make me happy—be a good little girl and make daddy happy.”

You shook your head ‘no’—you didn’t know what he was talking about, the strange word leaving his wet lips—it was all too intense, and he kept swirling the pad of his thumb over the little thing that sat before the opening of your other lips, it felt too good—it was as if you were holding in your pee for far too long, and as if you were incredibly excited over something (with your tummy filled with butterflies).

He watched as he pressed his thumb down harder, then he felt your pussy walls contract and your body go stiff and rigid—feeling your orgasm take place almost in slow motion—the sensation of your cum dribbling on his cock and onto the bed sheets as you creamed his cock, and he didn’t stop, he growled like a predator finally taking his meat and fucked you harder, prolonging your orgasm and making you dumb and dumber and dumber.

“Oh, fuck, sweetheart—“

He pulled out from your cumming pussy and his cock immediately pumped out white strings of hot cum and came all over the front of your pussy, warm droplets of cum cooled quickly on your burning skin.

Your legs were shaking, trembling with the aftermath of the rough fucking you were given and the intensity of your orgasm.

Rafael took a moment to collect himself, swallowing away his dry throat. Your hips twitched with the aftermath of the rough fucking you had just taken, and you made sounds of delight and overstimulation. He took his fingers and scooped up some of his cooled cum from your pussy mound and fingered it inside of you.

“it—it hurts,” you choked and pushed his wrist away.

Rafael kissed you, his tongue invading your mouth and you moaned into his as he continued to lazily finger your spent pussy, with no real want to make you cum again.

This poor little girl was already broken after one pussy-fuck.

Rafael was more than amused at that fact.

Outside of the window, he could hear people say their goodbyes—and Olivia was his ride home. He tore his fingers from you and started to get dressed, and you couldn’t move a muscle, all spent and exhausted, sleep was what you wanted.

“Here’s my number,” he slipped his business card to you, “If you want to be fucked like that again, you come to me,”

You held the professional card in your fingertips and examined it, it had his name, his profession, where his office was. And he wanted to see you again—that’s why he gave you the card.

He knew you were young, impressionable, and somewhat abused—you wanted someone to take care of you, just like he did there. Rafael had found his relief.

——

Your mom had scolded you for leaving the party so early, telling you that your Uncle Sonny was looking for you and that you were just plain out rude for getting drunk and making Mr. Barba have to take care of you.

She didn’t know. That was fine.

Your stepdad, however, he could barely look at you. Making little snarky comments.

He knew. How could he not? He had cameras put in your room unknownst to you, he had seen everything. Recorded it, kept it in a little file for only himself. Dave, the name of your mom’s boyfriend, had been shocked when he had seen Rafael fuck you into the mattress. Dave still stroked his cock to your cry’s, it was by far one of his best videos.

In fact, he was there that morning when you had left to get the subway to Manhattan and you couldn’t help yourself but think of him the whole time.

Remembering just how well he had fucked you, you had never felt anything like it before. You wanted to feel it again, and again, and again, and again.

It didn’t take long to find the courthouse, a big white historical looking building that to you, looked like a skyscraper. You were tiny compared to it. Tiny compared to a lot of things.

Rafael’s Office was on the eight floor, the receptionist told you, and she gave you this sympathetic look—you didn’t understand why. She must’ve thought you were a young victim.

Rafael had only taken one look at you and knew why you came back, he was a very smart man. To reward you, he ate you out on his desk like a man starved, and told you to come back before his shift ended.

He told you to be quiet as he slid off your pink panties and tucked them into his back pocket, kitten licked your clit. You had to hold your hand over your mouth. You could see the top of his assistants brown hair through the blinded windows, one wrong sound and she’d know what was happening in here.

By the end of the encounter, your legs were trembling and Rafael had your clear slick over his mouth and nose. He hummed as he licked you clean.

——

It had been a few months since you started “seeing” Rafael. You would visit him often, giving him home-made lunches or buying him a big meal to bring to him in his office. He’d take you out for food, lunch or dinner, and he’d take you back to his apartment where he’d fuck you until you were screaming. He had a talent for that, especially with you. You were so easy for him, you wanted him so badly that your body would cum within seconds of him entering you, and God did it make him feel amazing.

You would always fall asleep afterwards, his fuckings were too much for your poor little body and you lay your head to sleep on his chest.

Carisi had noticed that you had been entering Barba’s office a lot recently, and he grew suspicious. Gossip in the courthouse was at an all time high because it was said (or rumoured) that he had a new young girl that he was banging, this was either passed on from jealous old fat men or jealous middle aged women.

So Carisi did the mature thing, he had approached Barba with a question; “Are you fuckin’ my niece?”

And Barba smirked—he fucking smirked—and took a sip from his ice cold scotch glass. “Yes, I am.”

Carisi didn’t know what to say after that, he honestly didn’t think that far ahead.

But the thing was with you… was that over-shared quite a lot when you felt you could trust Rafael enough. You told him things about your Special Victims Unit Detective Uncle that no one had ever known.

Exposed Dominick for the predator he truly is, or was. To the person you trusted most in the whole world. Rafael held you as you sobbed, as you told him what had happened to you. But now, with the man before him glaring at him—Rafael knew enough that it wasn’t anger, it was jealousy.

Pure jealousy.

“Annoyed I bet you to it?” Rafael’s tone was amused one, his eyes tilted with his knowing smirk.

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb. I know.” Rafael sat down the carved glass of scotch on his desk. Condensation wet on his fingertips. “She told me everything, and if I were you, I’d watch how you act with me.”

Dominick swallowed heavily. There was no beating around the bush on what Barba was talking about, it was clear as day. Dominick knew what he had done wrong and now the ADA did too.

“But I’m willing to forgive and forget, hell, she tried to a few times. Kept telling me how she grew up and thought that her Uncle touching her pussy was normal, how when she was sixteen that she realised that having a crush on her own Uncle was wrong and—Illegal.”

Dominick was silent.

“You don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“I do. And you do too. Do you wanna know how I fucked her the first time? You were.. downstairs, yeah, downstairs with your girlfriend and her kids and I was deep inside your niece.”

“Stop.”

“She gushed, too, little spurts because she was so turned on. Because of me.”

“Stop it.”

“Not you—“

Dominick growled, “What’re you doin’? Why’re you tellin’ me this? If you’re gonna arrest me, do it.”

Rafael’s smirk widened, showing his white teeth. “My intention isn’t to arrest you. In fact, I want you to join. Just once. Maybe twice if I like it.”

“J—join?” Dominick stammered.

“Yes, have sex with her with me. I know she won’t come around, but I have my ways. Take a drug of some sort that’ll subdue her, and we can have our way with her.”

Rafael has always been a forward man, when he wanted something, he got it. He always said what was on his mind, even if it would offend someone.

“That’s crazy.”

“Is it? I’ve fantasised about some things she’s told me about you, and Carisi—you’re a dirty bastard, the things you done to her. But she liked it, though, she cries and cries but she admitted she liked it—and she hates it even more because she does.”

Does, present tense.

“Don’t act as if you don’t want to. Just say yes, that’s all you have to do. I can sort out the rest.”

Rafael stood, and his cock was half hard. It was ten o’clock at night, and you were staying the night at his apartment. He was getting ready to leave before he had asked Carisi to stop by.

Dominick thought on his offer. It was crazy, his skin burned with guilt and embarrassment of the true reality of what he had done to you growing up. But Rafael was just as sick for liking what he was told, so much so that he would ask your own assaulter to basically… do it all over again.

You were grown now, Carisi knew that. He had seen you at the party and he had seen how grown you were, drinking alcoholic punch and getting way too wasted way too fast on way too little drinks. Rafael fucked you almost every week, multiple times a week—and Dominick would be lying if he didn’t say he didn’t imagine how Rafael fucked you once the rumours gotten to him.

But he wanted to imagine himself fucking you—sliding into your tight wet heat, hearing your moans. How you’d grab onto him like you did when he’d touch your inexperienced clit—

“Yes.”

————

Rafael had messaged you a few hours before you left his apartment to come to his office because he needs help on a little something. It didn’t seem like a sexual text, normally he would tell you to wear something, or to bring something he could use on you. Or he would tell you what he wanted to do and how he wanted to do it.

So you had stopped by to get him a coffee, using your workers discount at your coffee shop. You even got him a little pastry too.

You tried to deny to yourself that your feelings for Rafael weren’t that intense, but they were. He was older than you, but it didn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat whenever you thought of him. You trusted him, and most of all, you loved him.

He was rough sometimes, but sometimes you liked it. Sometimes he’d ignore your pleas to stop, but you liked when he felt good and when he would groan about how good you are for him. He was really special to you.

The courthouse was empty, it was late at night on a Friday and most people had went home. Rafael sometimes stayed in the courthouse until midnight some nights.

You entered his office with a smile, “I picked something up for you! It’s a new pastry I think you’d like, it’s filled with strawberry jam and—“

Your voice was held in your throat when you closed the door and your worst fear was in the room with you.

Your uncle had been sat on the brown couch in Rafaels office. Staring at you.

Rafael was there too, leaning against the front of his desk. The only warmth in the room.

“Take a seat, cariño,” Rafael gestured with his hand to the seat beside Carisi. You swallowed thickly, your uncle… made you uncomfortable at times, sometimes the look in his eye when he was looking at you made you feel as if he was imagining things he shouldn’t.

But Rafael was here, he would protect you if anything bad happened. He said so himself.

You put down the coffee and the pastry-bag on the brown oak coffee table and put your hands on your thighs. Your body felt heavy.

“Uncle Carisi is going to start law school—nights—and I wanted you to help him with his first case study.”

Your eyes darted to your Uncle who sat spread eagle on the brown leather sofa, staring at you.

“… uhm,” you whispered, “I don’t… i don’t know law, Rafa,” which was very true, you worked in a dead end barista job that underpaid and overworked you—the topic of the law was something you new absolutely nothing on, other than some traffic laws and the basics.

“I know, that’s why I’m here.”

Rafael tilted your chin upwards to kiss you softly, and suddenly you felt safer than before.

“In this imaginary case, the victim is sexually assaulted by two older men, one the victim is related to,” Rafael placed his hands on your shoulders and massaged them, “and the other is her partner,”

You’re turned by the hands on your shoulders to face your Uncle, but with Rafael’s presence… the fear wasn’t there as much.

“Go sit down,” Rafael mutters to you, and you hesitate, but make the two steps to the sofa and slowly sit.

“The victim is under the influence of a date-rape drug,” and Rafael reaches into his pocket and pulls out a yellow medicine bottle and flicks open the cap, shaking out one small pill in his cupped hand.

Rafael taps your bottom lip, “open,” and you do as you’re told. Your mouth opening only wide enough for him to put the pill on your tongue and then puts a finger on your chin and closes it for you.

“How does the assault start, counsellor?” You hear your Uncle ask beside you.

“It starts with the youngest male grabbing the victims hands.” And Rafael pauses, and sonny takes the hint and takes hold of both of your small wrists in one of his big hands and holds your wrists together behind your back. You couldn’t yank out of his grip if you wanted to.

“And while the drug takes into effect, the two perpetuators get the victim naked and pliable. Under their complete supervision, nothing left unclothed.”

Rafael started with your simple T-shirt, taking it by the bottom hem and lifting it from your body before you knew what was happening.

His office was cold, the windows never fully shut, the only warmth you seemed to get was Dominick’s burning gaze into your back.

“Bra, too.” Rafael tasked Sonny, nodding.

Dominick’s deft fingers came to your bra clasp and unlinked it, taking the straps from your shoulders and taking the bra all together.

“Ah, ah—don’t hide,” your older partner batted your hands away from your exposed breasts.

“Dom, give them a little squeeze. Get a good feel.”

“Ain’t gotta tell me twice.” Sonny grunted as his hands groped at your breasts.

“Stop—“ you choked, “I—I don’t like this.”

Somehow, you found your voice. Your body wanted to run—and to curl into itself—both at the same time.

You didn’t know the ins and outs of the Law, but you did know that this was wrong. Everything your Uncle had ever done to you was wrong. From showing you what your clit was when you were young, to giving it little touches until your walls contracted and your big grown uncle made you orgasm.

Rafael always told you that you were a smart little girl.

“It’s fine, we know what we’re doing.” Sonny spoke behind you. His hands groped at your breasts, his thumbs pressing down on your nipples.

He definitely didn’t miss the small, breathy, barely-there moan that left your mouth. You felt his hand drop from one of your breasts and fall to the short skirt you were wearing, slipping his hand through the waistband and cupping your pantie-covered pussy.

Your back against your Uncles front and you were naked, fully, the only thing that kept any sort of dignity you had left was your socks with bows on the sides.

You definitely felt Sonny’s breath hitch as he had the best view to look down at your body.

“Free rein, Carisi.” Rafael said as he loosened his tie, “Pill’ll take effect in a few minutes.”

Sonny swallowed and his spare hand ran down your bare side and rested on the soft of your stomach, just above your belly button.

“Cute lil’ clit,” Sonny spoke in an undertone, and he only swirled one fingertip on your little button. Your legs closed on their own—you were disgusted, you had ran so far from your perverted Uncle and he managed to get you exactly where he wanted you. Maybe a few years older, but he had you now.

“Hey, hey—“ Rafael’s voiced raised as he saw your legs close, his big hands took place on both of your knees and spreads them far apart. “Don’t you dare close those legs,”

“Fuck, barba you ever touch her like this? Kids sensitive as fuck.”

Rafael hummed, he had a front view of Sonny circling your clit is slow motions and he licked his lips. “Make her cum, Dominick. Wanna see it from this angle.”

Sonny didn’t need to take orders, but he did it anyway. He added a second fingertip to join the first and added more pressure and you let out a telling moan, hips even jutting up a little to chase the rest of his fingers subconsciously.

Rafael laughed, “She’s leaking!”

And your face burned, feeling a drop of your wetness slide down your pussy and land on the leather couch. You didn’t want to imagine what you looked like. You whined, out of embarrassment and you hated to admit it, but pleasure. It felt good.

“Smells so fuckin’ good, Barba—all my fuckin’ life I’ve wanted to eat her little pussy.”

Rafael hummed in agreement, “She has a good pussy, Dominick.” And he leans in to give it a single lick, and you yelp at the sensation of his wet tongue sliding through your folds.

You could feel your body get numb, heavy, and light at the same time within seconds, which meant you had no control over your body. Which also meant… your body reacted the way it was intended to, hips riding the feeling of sonny rubbing your button and Rafael’s tongue up and down your folds—the feelings way too intense, building too fast, the feeling of too much happening at the same time and the knowledge that your uncle is right behind you rubbing the best part of you and suddenly it was too much, nothing mattered for a single second and you wanted more, more, more—

Rafael pulled back from your pussy and held your lips apart, “That’s it—look at that, did your Uncle make you cum? Hmm?” And sonny doesn’t stop his fingers on your clit—pushing it past your limits.

A vulnerable hiccup left your mouth, eyes still glassy following your intense orgasm by the fingertips of your own uncle.

Rafaels hands were still hard on your hipbone, keeping your waist firm on the mattress. He wasn’t too interested in your pleas for your uncle to stop touching you, but instead his eyes were glued to the clear slick on Sonny’s fingers.

“That’s a good little girl, see? you’re doing so good for me n’ your boyfriend,” your uncle said as he wiped your cum on your bare thigh.

Rafael chuckled, “I’m not her boyfriend.”

somehow, that broke your heart more than what was happening to you. You let out an audible sob.

“Hey, hey…” Rafael touched on your cheek, “don’t get upset… I still put my cock inside you, don’t I? Make you cream over my cock whenever you ask.”

Your blown-wide pupils search his, tears glossing your eyes. Rafael nods your head for you, tilting your chin up and down. He smiles.

“Now… your Uncle Sonny on the other hand, I bet he’d love to be your boyfriend. With how many years he’s been waiting for you… being so patient, he’s taught you so much about your body, hasn’t he?”

you look up between them both, “he’s… he’s my uncle,” you sniff, eyes red with tears.

Sonny smirks with triumph, “Sweetheart, ‘been wantin’ you since you were little,” and strokes the soft swell of your bottom lip. “Just jealous Barba took your innocence n’ not me,”

“but I like… “ you start, but you’re shushed. You were going to say that you liked Rafael—loved, even.

“It wouldn’t hurt if she had both of us,” Rafael’s hands were massaging your breasts, “Would hate to pass up a little girl like this. Don’t know when the next one would be so obsessed with me as she is. Poor little thing.”

Rafael leans down to kiss your nose, “What do you think of that? Uncle Sonny and myself sharing you?”

“I think that’s a good idea,” Sonny pipes up behind you and kisses your jaw, his hands slid up and down your open thighs just to touch you. “You n’ me n’ Barba… imagine how loved you’d be, sweetheart, wouldn’t need’ta cry anymore.”

You squeezed your eyes tightly together. This wasn’t happening, they weren’t trying to convince you to be in a relationship with both of them at once. Sonny kept pressing small chaste kisses on your jaw, to your cheek and then he moved your head to the side so he could kiss your soft lips.

It had been years since he kissed you like that. Literal years. He had forgotten what it felt like.

But he didn’t forget how you would make a little sound when he would kiss you, how he’d feel just a little pressure from your lips on his—and when you done it again, when he had you naked and spread on him, he was delighted.

“Think I should’ve give her a lil insentive,” Sonny said, “Show her what she’d be gettin’ if she was with me too.”

Sonny stood and rid himself of his pants, belt first and then his dress slacks dropped to the floor after.

You had pushed yourself up to the arm of the sofa, still warm from when Sonny was laying there. Your heart was beating so fast, skin flushed—you were under the influence of the drug, but watching your uncle’s cock come into your view—bare and hard, barely an inch away from you—made your

Rafael’s cock was out, he was naked from the waist down and he was stroking slowly—in no real rush to cum. The fun hadn’t started yet, he reminded himself, his stamina wasn’t as good as it was twenty years ago.

“Why don’t you touch it?”

Rafael must have seen you staring, mouth open just a little bit in the same way you always did when you felt really good.

Rafael reached for your wrist and places your hand on your uncles cock. It felt bigger, wider, and it looked longer. But… you were really little the last time you had touched it, it was for a brief moment. But you’re all grown up now, and you understood desire.

“Oh, I think she likes it.” Your uncle said with a knowing smile. He didn’t even have to ask you to start rubbing it, you had done it on your own accord—your hand sliding up and down on his hard cock.

Sonny bit his lip and he watched as your thighs opened just a little wider as your hand worked on his cock. He leaned his head down and pressed his lips against yours, “wanna fuck you, doll, wanna stick my cock inside you n’ feel you cum all around me.”

You whimpered as he kissed you.

What he didn’t expect, was when you kissed him back. It was a lazy, shy tilt of your head and pressure back on his lips.

Sonny placed the head of his cock at the seam of your pussy lips and didn’t waste another minute pushing inside.

It was a strange, strange feeling. This was your uncle, flesh and blood that you grew up with, and his cock was sliding inside your wet tight heat. You were so sensitive, your pussy was throbbing and your little pink clit swollen with undeniable arousal.

Your mouth opened to moan at the intrusion, but a chirping voice at the back of your head screamed at you that this was disgusting and wrong.

“Fuck sake—Barba—you really weren’t lyin’.” Sonny said through clenched teeth, his hands gripped hard on your hips.

He pulled out slightly just to push back in and you moaned silently with his thrusts—your whole body was screaming to you that it was wrong, but you knew deep down that your uncle’s cock fit just right, so big and deep inside your tiny puffy hole. Rafael’s cock normally stretched painfully and he didn’t give you time to get aroused enough, but your uncles touches alone got you more aroused than you should have been—but you were addicted.

Sonny started with a new rhythm of fucking, a pace that wasn’t far nor slow but was hard. Hard enough that you would squeal with each thrust of his cock inside you.

Rafael’s cock tapped on your lips and stuck the head in your mouth then reached for your hand to place on his cock. “Stroke my cock, honey, make Daddy feel as good as your Uncle.”

Sonny seemed to fuck into you harder and you whined with each hard thrust, finding it extremely hard not to just focus on the feeling of Dominick’s cock pounding against the part that’s real deep inside of you when Rafael’s cock was hard and ready in your hand.

Your orgasm approached fast and that was your only warning to him before it happened. “son—sonny—“ you gasped, eyes rolled back. Vocabulary had failed you, your voice box only available to let out pathetic sounds of pleasure.

“That’s it—she’s loving it now, fuck her a little harder, Dom,” Rafael ordered, “She likes it a little rough—loves to feel a fat cock deep in her tiny hole, don’t you?”

Sonny gritted his teeth together and took your hope and fucked you down onto his cock and your pussy squirted liquid with each thrust of his cock is inside you—your hand faltering its pace on Rafael’s cock as you came for the second time.

“cum—cumming—“ you could barely get the word out, body tensing far too much. You made such beautiful sounds when you came with a cock inside you.

That was a word Sonny taught you. He knew you remembered it because of him.

Rafael moved and forced his cock inside your mouth and you choked, then he started fucking your mouth. Your orgasm prolonged, not completely stopping.

“Wanna make her cum again, fuck—great fuckin’ pussy, feels so fucking good.” Sonny growled. “Y’ve always been my good little girl, ain’t you? Could’ve given you my cock years ago—all you hadda’ do was ask, could’ve squirted on me back then.”

You were nodding—why were you nodding? agreeing and almost wishing that you did, that you didn’t cut him out for her perverted actions towards you and let him take you whenever he wanted.

Rafael didn’t last long after your first orgasm, your little hand wrapped around his thick cock squeezed around him just enough that he came unexpectedly and spurted his hot cum on your naked, flushed breasts.

“Daddy’s good girl—“ Rafael grunted as he came.

You gasped as the ropes of hot cum landed on you, and you wished your eyes had been opened to see his face when he came. Your hand still worked on his cock.

Sonny paid no attention, but his thumb came to rest on your clit and he rubbed and rubbed as hard as he could, “C’mon, sweetheart, cum f’me again. Want you to gush all over my cock, honey, know you can do it—Barba told me all about it—you’re a good little girl, always been my good little girl—need you to cum on my cock again.”

You shook your head, it was too much—you had just came! your thighs trembled and your consciousness was catching up to you. This was wrong—this is your goddamn Uncle. But it just felt so good, your pussy was so wet and it felt like it was specifically made for him.

“Want me to cum in you, sweetheart? Knock you up?”

“Uh huh,” you moaned, eyes glassy and dumb. Not a thought behind those eyes but to get fucked and cum and take cum. “want—w—want you to cum in me, uncle sonny, pl—please.”

Fuck, your little please. Always such a polite girl. That was enough to make cock throb just enough to send him over the edge and fucking cum inside you.

He seemed to time it perfectly, because one hard thrust later and your back arched and your perky little tits pressed against his chest and your fist tightened around Rafael’s spent cock almost painfully as you squirted over Sonny’s cock—not gushed—Squirted.

You spoke gibberish as you came, a mix of his name, Rafael’s name, the lords name in vein. Your body felt so light and so fucking euphoric—and he kept fucking you through it.

Sonny’s cock pumped its seed inside of you and your pussy spasmed around him for a final time, and god you made the prettiest sounds for him. Barba’s cum on your bruised tits and your face fucked out, dumb, taking what you were given.

“That’sa good girl, takin’ my cum so deep.”

Sonny circles your clit just a little, just to feel your overstimulated walls tighten up around him again. Your pussy expelled the rest of your orgasm in little bursts—almost what Rafael had described to him of your ‘gushing’—of course Sonny felt accomplished, successful that he made his own niece cum so hard.

Rafael brushes your hair back from your face and chucked down at you, “That was a big one, huh? Felt good?”

And your chest was heaving, your eyes darted to him and you nodded in agreement. You had never came like that before. You never knew you could. A small, satisfied smile spread on your plump and bruised lips—the date-rape drug was still in action, spreading through your veins and making your body heavy and your limbs barely movable.

Sonny sighed in satisfaction after his orgasm and started to pull out but your spent pussy hole. You swallowed as you felt his cock start to retreat from you, and somehow, some deep dark part of you wanted him inside you. And never to leave you.

Sonny felt the tops of your knees that are either side of him press against his hips, in some sort of silent attempt to keep him inside you. Sonny glanced from his cock that was halfway outside of the pussy that he had been chasing since he was a young adult, to your doe looking expression and then saw the little shake of your head that made him slide right back inside of you.

You exhaled in delectation as the head of his softening cock pressed against your abused cervix. You tried to move your hips on his cock the best you could with the limited mobility you had.

Rafael laughs, “He can’t go again, cariño, fucked you stupid.”

Sonny laughed alongside him, “Would fuck you in a heartbeat again if I could, sweetheart. Pussys heaven—you’re heaven, better than ‘manda for sure.”

Rafael picked up his boxers and slid them back on and took place on the coffee table to just look at you. Ravished by the Uncle who had molested you throughout your life and he fucked you so good that it seemed that the past didn’t matter anymore.

Sonny leaned his neck down to kiss you and you kissed back, timidly at first but settled into it like it was second nature. Moaning into his mouth as he licked into yours.

“Mmm, that’s a good girl. knowing her place. you won’t tell mommy, will you?”

“n—no.” Your voice is hoarse, dry. Your head was spinning—but you knew this was something you’d remember. “just—just you, r—rafa and me.”

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checked one of these two boxes? never fear, this post is for you!

below the cut is an extensive recap of not only lupin himself, but the context he's set against and the other major characters introduced throughout the franchise. I don't imagine this will answer every single question, and I'm always more than happy to expand on this over on discord or something, but this is an easy peasy starting point to link to

so, let's get started!

Who are the Lupin family?

The first notable Lupin was Arsène Lupin, phantom thief of France. He operated mostly within the Paris area until his reputation spread, at which point he began to become more of a worldwide thief. During his active years he kept a journal, in which he documented his heists and what treasure was stolen. This is passed down from generation to generation, and is currently in the possession of Lupin III. During this time he also wrote a Thieves' Rulebook, which has since been stolen by Lupin III⁶.

As he aged, Arsène's health began to decline, and he turned his attention from stealing treasures to stealing organs, most often hearts to replace his own failing one. He retired to his Paris mansion and spent his days laying in his bedside, surrounded by beautiful women who he often abused and his personal surgical team. He collected his victims through a variety of ways, most commonly dubiously-legal trick contracts he'd have them sign under false pretenses, usually pertaining to money or the inheritance of his grand estate. Arsène even tried this trick on his own grandson¹, but he saw through it and used a similar trick ink to void his signature.

Arsène was also personally responsible for training both his son and grandson in the ways of master thievery, and started passing down his skillset as soon as the children were able to comprehend instructions. Lupin III, Arsène's grandson, claimed that he'd been getting trained as a thief for longer than he could remember, and had started his training long before he'd learned to write his own name². Arsène generally considered his son, Lupin II, to be a failure and disappointment to the family, and the two did not like each other. This is potentially why they lived on separate sides of the globe, with Lupin II choosing to build his home in Tokyo instead of Paris.

Arsène is dead.

After Arsène came Lupin II, who was successful in his own right but is often overshadowed by the grander feats of his father and son. He removed his son, Lupin III, from Arséne's mentorship and encouraged him to walk the straight and narrow, away from a life of thievery². He left young Lupin III to attend school within Japan and live in his Tokyo mansion with his housekeeper and lover, Shinobu, while he continued his worldwide thefts and building of the Lupin Empire. A more headcanon-heavy take on that particular endeavour can be found here. This left little opportunity for family bonding, and while Lupin III did love his father, it's hard to feel especially close to him when he missed out on just about every dramatic life event a child can have.

Like all Lupins, he was a notorious womaniser and loved the ladies' attention, but he was considerably kinder than Arsène was. He was the first gentleman thief of the family, and he taught his son the importance of gentlemanly behaviour and never ignoring a woman in trouble. It's a lesson his son took to heart.

Lupin II is dead.

And finally, Lupin III. He left home and struck out on his own as an early teenager, accompanied by his Walther and his best friend Jigen³ (more on him later). Since then, Lupin III has made a name for himself as the world's best and most wanted thief, and it's his personal goal to not only live up to his grandfather's legacy, but surpass it. To this end, he likes to target items that Arsène documented himself as being unable to steal, such as the Bresson Diary⁴ or the Louvre's Mona Lisa painting⁵. He despised who his grandfather became, so tends to lean into the mythologised idea of 'the phantom thief of France', rather than connect those legends with the unpleasant old man he remembers.

Like the two generations before him, Lupin travels all over the world to steal whatever he's set his sights on, and will infiltrate cults, gangs, government buildings and billionare's homes alike. Nowhere is safe from him.

So that's his backstory. But who is Lupin III?

" I've heard about him. With a Walther in one hand, he's a diabolical thief who never misses his mark. ... We can't run from Lupin III. "¹¹

As said above, Lupin III is recognised as both the best and the most wanted thief in the world. He's so notorious that he's collected his own fair share of copycats and imitators, though Inspector Zenigata is adept at separating these crimes from those of the real Lupin.

Though Lupin acts silly and lighthearted most of the time, this is a performance he uses to hide his incredible intelligence and vast array of skills. He has shown himself to excel in many areas, including the piloting of any and all possible vehicles, chemistry and gas creation, and general gadget invention. He hides miniature explosives²⁶, smoke bombs, and various tools³³ all over his body, including in a fake tooth and in a hairpiece he wears over his real hair. He can also slip things into or out of the pockets of those he passes, even when given only a split second to do so without detection.

Perhaps most confusing about Lupin's mind is his inability to dream, instead seeing nothing but a void. This was once described as the conscious of an idiot or a god³².

More than anything, Lupin hates the feeling of boredom. His skill is so exceptional that simply stealing things isn't thrilling enough: he needs to find ways to make it more difficult for himself. This is why he cherishes his rivalries with Fujiko and Zenigata - both push him to do his best and create plans to circumvent the both of them, and they add the much-needed thrill to his game. That's how he's come to see his thieving career: as a game.

And much like every good game, he needs players. That's where the Lupin gang come in.

What is 'the Lupin gang', and who's in it?

The Lupin gang is the colloquial name given to Lupin and his friends, the "approved players" he's collected and allowed to become a permanent part of his life. The exact number of people involved in each heist varies, but it can be assumed that all of them have ways of contacting each other should things ever go seriously wrong. Lupin is protective (some might say possessive) over them, and will kill anyone who threatens or attempts to take their lives.

The known friends are as follows:

Daisuke Jigen. Lupin's best friend and closest partner. Though the two of them do do occasional solo work, it's more often safe to assume that if you can find one, the other won't be far behind. He's been shown to have been taught several of the Lupin family skills, including flawless disguise and voice mimicry⁸, and is so close to Lupin that he's been mistaken for his lover⁹. He knows just about everything there is to know about Lupin.

Outside of this, Jigen is considered to be the single best marksman in the world, and is capable of hitting a penny from a hundred meters away¹⁶. In fact, it was his gun skills that caught Lupin's attention in the first place, back when they were attending the same school².

Goemon Ishikawa XIII. A samurai wielding the legendary sword Zantetsuken, capable of cutting through anything. They met when Goemon attempted to kill him²⁰ and later ended up slicing his car cleanly in half²¹, and Lupin has considered him part of the gang ever since.

However, Goemon has the least patience for Lupin's tricks or deception, and is always the first to reject a job and leave if he doesn't like its end goal (usually something to do with impressing a woman). He also devotes a lot of his time to his solo training, travelling to a remote area and honing his skills there until he feels ready to return.

Fujiko Mine. An exceptionally beautiful seductress, spy, and thief. Lupin is head over heels for her and will do anything she asks of him, usually in return for something like a kiss. Fujiko often betrays him once he's finished being useful to her current plan, leaving with the treasure and letting Lupin find his own way out of whatever situation he's gotten himself in. Her betrayals are forgiven by Lupin every time - he's even said they're something he looks forward to²⁷ - but the others (most notably Jigen) don't trust her and will become frustrated by Lupin's infatuation. This has no effect on Lupin, however, who was the one to initiate this rivalry between them²⁸ and has, on occasion, been able to preempt her double crossing²⁹ and outsmart her in the process³⁰.

Fujiko once said that the two were once lovers, though she left him¹⁹, and the same thing happened during their later relationship³¹. I interpret this second relationship as a marriage given the imagery surrounding it throughout Part 5, but canon is once again unclear on this and I'm keeping it deliberately flexible.

Koichi Zenigata. Though he's not an official part of Lupin's affiliates, being on the opposing side of the law to them, he's someone Lupin has come to care about deeply and still considers part of his group regardless. The two of them have such a close relationship that Zenigata has been mistaken as Lupin's boyfriend by both Rebecca²² and Ami²³, and he once declared his intention to arrest Lupin's heart²⁴.

He is devoted to arresting Lupin, and becomes very depressed whenever he's removed from the Lupin case or believes Lupin to be dead²⁵.

Any other important people we should know about?

Rebecca Rossellini. An Italian heiress most known for her acting career. They first met when he saved her life from an overzealous fan threatening to bomb the train she was trapped on⁷, and Lupin proposed marriage not long afterwards. Though their marriage was later revealed not to have any legal binding¹⁷, he allowed her to keep his last name and use it if she wished. She remained in Italy when he left.

Despite being the one to propose the initial wedding, he has no romantic / sexual feelings towards her.

Laetitia Bresson. The granddaughter of famous archeologist, Professor Bresson, and co-protagonist of Lupin III: The First. Her grandfather worked alongside the original Arsène Lupin to design the Bresson Diary's complex lock, something that required both Lupin III and Laetitia to eventually open. Though he initially found himself distrusting and clashing against her, Lupin soon warmed to her and worked alongside her to find and stop the ancient weaponknown as the Eclipse.

Despite wanting to go with Lupin and asking if he would take her along, he promised to reunite them in five years and encouraged her to attend Boston University⁴.

Clarisse de Cagliostro. The young ruler of the Grand Duchy of Cagliostro, and someone he met early on in his thieving career. They reunited ten years later during The Castle of Cagliostro, where Lupin aimed to rescue her from her forced wedding and reveal the truth behind the estate's lost treasure. Though she fell in love with him and wanted to come along on future travels, Lupin rejected her and insisted she stay behind in the light, rather than become "dirty" like him¹⁹.

However, he knows that she is willing to shelter him in Cagliostro should he ever need to fly under the radar, and he is similarly willing to aid her with any issue she may face in the future.

Ami Enan. An incredibly talented hacker, and someone Lupin enlisted the help of in order to rob Dark Web giant Marco Polo of their money¹⁰. After helping her to explore and trust the outside world, he encouraged her to apply to boarding school and live a more normal life. He has since cut ties to ensure her safety and to discourage any further criminal involvement.

Albert d'Andrésy. Someone who was once a potential rival to Lupin and received thief training from Arsène after Lupin III's move to Japan¹. Despite this, Lupin considers himself far above Albert's level and holds nothing but distaste for him.

Goro Yatagarasu / Yata. Zenigata's assistant, who dutifully follows him everywhere the Lupin chase leads. He doesn't always understand the complexities of Lupin's game and Zenigata's responses to it.

For OCs and specific canon portrayals of the above muses, please check my connections page! This section only details the canon connections for the benefit of those unfamiliar with the source material, and thus won't provide a holistic view of my Lupin and his extensive web of relationships.

How did they all meet?

Canon is mixed on this one, and each writer has their own preferred takes. While I, for example, tend to default to Lupin Zero canon for Lupin and Jigen (because it's cute), this is deliberately kept flexible and open to change depending on whose Jigen I'm writing with. Same goes for the others, too.

Basically: don't worry about it unless you intend to (or already do) write one of the above muses. All that matters is that they met.

What's the public's perception of Lupin? What does the layman know?

Again, canon is a little confused on this.

Sometimes Lupin is able to use the Clark Kent disguise of a pair of glasses and get away with it¹¹, implying that he is really living up to the "phantom thief" title and can't be casually recognised by face alone. Sometimes he doesn't even need to hide his appearance, people just don't know who he is until he's introduced¹². Other times, he's shown to have legions of fans¹³ and scrapbooks of his every newspaper appearance¹⁴ and claw machine plushie merchandise¹⁵, displaying his face all over the place. Whether or not your muse can recognise his appearance, I leave up to you.

However, what does remain consistent is that Lupin is more loved than he is feared, a successful charmer with the ladies and somewhat of a celebrity (though Lupin himself hates being referred to as such).

What's law enforcement's perception of Lupin? Is there any difference in what the regional police know, versus interpol?

The Lupin case is highly classified, with Zenigata being its lead and the one with control over which details are shared. Regional police have a bigger tendency to disregard Lupin as a threat and insist that their surveillance alone will be enough to stop him, while interpol take him more seriously and have a better understanding of what he's capable of. Both sides lack an understanding of the nuances of Lupin's game, as well as the unspoken rules both he and Zenigata follow during their chase.

What's Inspector Zenigata's perception of Lupin? What does he know?

Zenigata's knowledge rivals even Jigen's. He knows the scent of Lupin's preferred cologne, his cars and their license plates (not that that's too difficult to remember: it's 03LPN33¹⁷), his common escape patterns, his handwriting and the type of cardstock used for all genuine calling cards, and is most adept at recognising his disguises. He is the only member of law enforcement who stands a real chance at arresting Lupin, and has made it his life purpose.

A lot of this knowledge is thanks to his many tireless years on Lupin's tail, slowly learning all of the thief's tricks and self-imposed rules, but Zenigata is also a genius inspector. He can catch any criminal who's not Lupin, and has even caught and imprisoned Lupin many times, stating over one hundred captures¹⁸. Unfortunately for Zenigata, Lupin has proven himself just too good at breaking out, and has never managed to contain him in a prison he couldn't eventually find his way out of.

What Zenigata wants most is for Lupin to serve his time in prison and pay back his debt to society. Lupin, of course, knows this, and has exploited that desire to manipulate Zenigata's emotions, such as getting him to cry so he'll walk away from Lupin's prison cell and give him an opportunity to escape²⁶.

What's the underworld's perception of Lupin?

The underworld's perception of Lupin isn't the most positive thing, given that he's often turned his skills against his fellow criminals and menaced gangs, organised syndicates, and people he generally considers to be "worse" than him. His skills are undoubtedly impressive and a source of reluctant admiration, and thus many within this circle seek to deceive or exploit Lupin's talent for their own gains. This plan rarely works in their favour, however.

Some people instead want Lupin dead, and have attempted this in a variety of ways. Sending hitmen simply won't work, not as long as he has Jigen and Goemon by his side, and so the craftier among them have learned that it's much more effective to turn his own people against him. As was once said: They are the best players in the world. It's nearly impossible to kill them. The only one who can kill Lupin is Jigen.¹⁶

When is Lupin III set?

Lupin and co. are frozen in time, and been shown in various eras throughout the franchise (with the most modern being Part 5, with its cryptocurrencies and BitMoney). For this reason, I generally find it easier to set him in the default era of whoever I'm writing with, or just assume it's "modern day". The time period doesn't really impact how I'd portray Lupin, so it's not massively important.

However, Lupin as a character was born somewhere around the late thirties / early forties, and this is reflected in certain possessions his character owns. For example, his favoured gun is a Walther P38, something that was only produced from 1939-45 and is definitely considered outdated by today's standards. Lupin Zero shows that this gun originally belonged to his father, Lupin II, and was given away as a parting gift once he set off on his own³.

Citations.

¹ Lupin Zero, Ep. 3: The Grandson of the First Vies for Succession

² Lupin Zero, Ep. 1: Young Lupin Meets a Wolf

³ Lupin Zero, Ep. 6: Young Lupin Claims the Title of The Third

⁴ Lupin III: The First (2019)

⁵ Lupin III Part 2, Ep. 115: Mona Lisa Smiles Twice

⁶ Lupin III Part 1, Ep. 20: Catch the Fake Lupin!

⁷ Lupin III Part 4, Ep. 26: Non-Stop Rendevous

⁸ Lupin III Part 5, Ep. 7: His Name is Albert

⁹ Lupin III Part 5, Ep. 2: The Lupin Game

¹⁰ Lupin III Part 5, Ep. 1: The Girl in the Twin Towers

¹¹ Lupin III Part 4, Ep. 15: High School Undercover!

¹² Lupin III Part 4, Ep. 2: The False Fantasista

¹³ Lupin III: Princess of the Breeze (2013)

¹⁴ Lupin III Part 5, Ep. 17: Introducing Detective Jim Barnett III

¹⁵ Lupin III: Dragon of Doom (1994)

¹⁶ Lupin III: Seven Days Rhapsody (2006)

¹⁷ Lupin III Part 4, Ep. 12: The Italian Dream (Part Two)

¹⁸ Lupin III Part 2, Ep. 72: The Skateboard Murder Mystery

¹⁹ Lupin III: The Castle of Cagliostro (1979)

²⁰ Lupin III Part 1, Ep. 5: The Coming of Goemon the Thirteenth

²¹ Lupin III Part 1, Ep. 7: A Wolf Calls a Wolf

²² Lupin III Part 4, Ep. 1: The Marriage of Lupin III

²³ Lupin III Part 5, Ep. 4: Zenigata's Pride and the Desert Dust

²⁴ Lupin III Part 5, Ep. 24: Just Then, An Old Buddy Said Something

²⁵ Lupin III: The Fuma Conspiracy (1987)

²⁶ Lupin III: Operation Return the Treasure (2003)

²⁷ Lupin III: Farewell to Nostradamus (1995)

²⁸ The Woman Called Fujiko Mine, Ep. 1: Great Thief Vs. Female Phantom Thief

²⁹ Lupin III: Jigen's Gravestone (2014)

³⁰ Lupin III: Blood Seal - Eternal Mermaid (2011)

³¹ Lupin III Part 5 closing: Seine No Kaze Ni (Adieu)

³² Lupin III: The Mystery of Mamo (1978)

³³ Lupin III: Sweet Lost Night (2008)

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Thoughts on The Bad Batch Episode 4 - A Different Approach - A Discussion Post

This episode brought even more emotions and more excitement and action. Let's do a recap of the short yet exciting episode!

(SPOILERS IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE EPISODE YET! all screencaps are from cap-that.com! https://www.cap-that.com/starwars/the-bad-batch/304/)

Crosshair and Omega's stolen Imperial ship begins to fail, as they are forced to crash land on a remote planet. They decide to try and find an alternative way to get somewhere safe. Just two siblings and their new dog.

Omega was also doing majority of the flying in this episode; everything Tech taught her really prepared her.

Hemlock pays Nala Se a visit in her cell, talking to her about Omega's positive results with her blood sample. Nala Se continues to deny any allegations about helping Omega escape and being involved in the whole dispute with her blood. I kind of found this scene funny as Nala Se just sits there denying everything while Hemlock is stressing out about the whole thing.

Omega and Crosshair (with Batcher) venture through a city on the planet they are stranded on, trying to find a way to contact Hunter and Wrecker and to get out of here as soon as possible. There are many Imperials wandering about, so they steal some clothes to replace their prison uniforms.

Omega finally got a helmet back like the one she used to wear with her Season 2 outfit, and Crosshair was likely suffering in the clothes he picked up.

The two try to get a ride on a shuttle, but chain codes and money becomes a problem. Omega tries a bribe, and I was kinda amazed at how much she's grown. She went from a girl being amazed by every little thing she found outside of the stormy atmosphere of Kamino to a smart maturing girl who knows how to navigate herself through this society.

Crosshair just wants to shoot everyone, and Omega keeps letting him down. He's finally free and he can be the sniper he was again.

Trying to obtain some credits, Omega and Crosshair stumble upon a place of gambling, as Omega puts her skills to use just like she did in Cid's parlor back in Season 1. Crosshair thinks this idea is bad news, but he gets to see how smart Omega is. He keeps a close eye on her.

Some Imperials walk into the bar, as Omega gets to play against the Imperial officer. Batcher doesn't like him as she keeps growling, and Crosshair took her outside. The Imperial officer said "Never seen you or your dad around before." I love how Omega's brothers are just becoming her dads based on assumption; first Hunter, now Crosshair.

The two earn credits, but then continue to lose some with a supposed fine for gambling and a kid telling Omega where Batcher went after they lost her. Crosshair was really about to lose it.

Crosshair complains that his skills are being wasted. He really just wants to be a sniper again.

While trying to get Batcher back, the Imperials figured out they had escaped Hemlock's lab, and Crosshair finally gets his chance to start shooting people and putting his skills to use, messing the whole place up. They get Batcher, steal a cargo ship, and quickly flee.

Hemlock arrives at the crash site long after Crosshair and Omega escaped, and there isn't much to be found.

After escaping again, Omega sends a message to Hunter and Wrecker. Crosshair does not have much hope in him, but Omega knows that they'll be there.

This scene broke me. Hunter and Wrecker finally got to see their little sister again after many months, and it was all just emotions and pain. The way Wrecker scooped her up in his arms and Hunter coming down the Marauder's steps to hug her I-

I wish Echo was here too to see that Omega is safe again.

Omega says she wasn't alone after Hunter asks her how she escaped, and Crosshair slowly steps out of the ship, laying eyes on Hunter and Wrecker after a long time. Hunter and Wrecker stare at Crosshair with cold gazes, and the episode just ends. Hunter has his fists clenched-please don't tell me they're going to be arguing the whole episode next week. But there's a lot of catching up and emotions to go through after everything.

The reunion was so heartwarming, but the way they stared at Crosshair and it just ended there, like what do you mean I have to wait another week for Crosshair to talk to his brothers again? At least most of the squad is back together again; still hoping Tech is out there alive somewhere.

Omega is back where she needs to be again, and they have to do everything they can to keep her safe as they always did.

[violetduchess]

Character Analysis #1

Subject: Mammon [Obey Me]

Welcome to the first installment of my Character Analysis Series. I'll do my best to analyze and explain what makes up a character. (Side Note: I'm only human and I'm probably going to miss something's l, I'm also not completely caught up so there may be info I dont know about. With that said let's start.

At first glance mammon may appear like your classic tsundere, however beneath the surface lies a surprisingly deep character.

I'll begin with some of his relationships with some of his brothers and MC.

Lucifer- Ah, the complicated one. While mammon love all his brothers, it's clear Lucifer holds a special place in his heart.

Before the Celestial War, mammon was an angel under Michael, who couldn't handle him, and pawned him off to lucifer. He was Lucifer's right hand man and watched over Beelzebub, Belphagor and Lilith.

After the fall and subsequently Lilith's "death", Mammon was the one to comfort Lucifer, and despite seeming to be at each other's throats they are probably the closest brothers. Lucifer knows that when it comes down to it, he can rely on mammon. He even assigns Mammon as the guardian of MC, because he trust him.

Satan- It was said that Mammon had a hand in raising satan, though how much is unknown. I personally believe that Mammon was a big influence on Satan. 1. Lucifer most likely wasn't in the right state of mind to raise a child, so Mammon most likely picked up his slack. (This is probably what started Satan's dislike of lucifer.) While they aren't especially close now, Satan still holds a sliver of respect for Mammon.

MC- Originally he is annoyed he has to watch over a "weak human", but very quickly changes his tune after the MC is injured during the TSL Battle. He has trouble expressing his feelings, and when called out, he immediately backtracks. He feels like he constantly has to remind MC (and everyone one else) that he's the first demon they made a pact with.

Personality

People seem to forget that despite his easy-going personality he is still the second most powerful demon. Mammon just has the best control of his power and temper, as noted when he (and Asmodeus) are the only brothers that haven't attacked MC. He's always in control of himself, that's why Lucifer entrusts the exchange student to him, despite his "scummy" behavior, he knows Mammon wouldn't attack them.

Mammon has resigned himself to be the family's punching bag and he takes it all in stride.

Sin

Mammon is the Avatar of Greed, and we have this proven to us over and over again. He owes all his brothers money, and has stolen items from them. He even attempts to steal from the royal treasury.

Despite all the other brothers acting on their sin *cough* Beel *cough*, Mammon gets the most backlash being call all kinds of names including, but not limited to StupidMammon, Idiot, Scumbag, Greedy McGreedyface, etc.

Fun Headcanons

Mammon's Jacket was given to him by by Asmodeus and he treasures it.

Mammon is smarter than he let's on he just doesn't see the point in trying.

Him and Leviathan have anime marathon nights

The few times Mammon has gotten truly angry, actually unsettles Lucifer.

He taught Satan to read.

After a big Fangal game, Mammon treats Beel to a large dinner.

All rights reserved @violetduchess. All works of fanfiction belong to me, please do not copy, translate or repost any works without my express permission. Thank you.~☆

[final-girl96]

STOLEN HEARTS CHAPTER TWO

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April 18, 1984

When I got home I did my homework and then headed downstairs to the little studio where I knew my dad was. The sound of his 1965 Fender Stratocaster filled the air. I stood in the doorway watching him play. It was the first guitar he bought himself after spending two summers saving up the money to buy one. He always said it was his lucky guitar.

It was the guitar that he was playing when he met my mom. It was the guitar that he played at The Hideout when he was discovered. And it was the guitar he played during every concert. It still had the I love you my mom wrote and a heart with their initials inside it. And beside that was my footprint and handprint from when I was born.

The first thing he did when he got his first check was have the guitar glazed with a clear paint or whatever it was where the foot and handprints and my moms hand handwriting were so it would last forever. When he looked up and saw me he stopped playing and put the guitar down. "Hey kid, how was your day?" I shrugged, walking over and sitting on the couch. "I was asked to tutor someone who needs help passing math to graduate."

"And did you say yes?" He asked. I nodded my head, "for some stupid reason I did. So I will be home late tomorrow because I'm meeting him after school in the library." He raised his eyebrow, "so it's a boy you're going to be tutoring?" I rolled my eyes, "don't worry, dad, nothing is going to happen." I stood up and started for the stairs to go back up to the kitchen.

"What are we doing for dinner?" I asked starting to ascend the steps. "Um…just order something. Do we need to have the…um…the talk?" I laughed, shaking my head. "Oh, my god, no!" Once in the kitchen I went to the drawer with all the take out menus.

"Look, dad, nothing is going to happen. I grew up on the road with you touring and all that. So that's educational enough. It taught me that drugs, alcohol and sex are bad. Especially when mixed together. Besides, I'm a virgin so you can calm down."

"Okay! It's good to know that but boys can be…pushy and at this age very consistent. Trust me I know. How do you think your mom ended up pregnant with you?" I held my hand up to stop him. "I don't need or want to know how I was conceived. But I can assure you I won't be getting pregnant any time soon. Especially not to Eddie Munson."

"Munson?" I hummed as I leafed through the take out menus. "I went to school with two Munson's. Wonder if he's the son of one of them," he said. I shrugged, "Chinese good?" I asked and he nodded. "Whatever you, sweetheart." I picked up the phone and called in the order. "261 Turner Lane. Thank you." I hung up and walked into the living room where dad was picking out a movie.

After we finished dinner and watched a couple movies I headed upstairs to my room, showered and got ready for bed. There was a knock on my door and I looked up from my book, "come in!" The door opened and dad walked in. "Just wanted to say goodnight," he said, coming over and kissing my forehead. "Don't stay up too late reading. I love you." I nodded in understanding, "love you too." Then he left, closing the door behind him.

April 19, 1984

After school let out I went to the library and sat at a table in the very back where it would be quiet and out of sight from anything distracting. I pulled my notes and math book out along with the folder Ms. Adler had given me. After setting everything up I sat back and waited. Five minutes went by and Eddie still hadn't shown up. I opened my notebook and started drawing random things.

Five minutes turned into ten and ten turned into twenty. I sighed and started to pack my stuff up. This was a mistake. I was stupid to offer my kindness and help someone who clearly doesn't want help. "Blood Red Vipers." I looked up to see Eddie Munson standing in front of me on the other side of the table. "Amazing band. One of my favorites."

"You're late," I said. He smirked and sat down. "Yeah, I had some…business to take care of," he said and winked. I wrinkled my nose up in disgust and scoffed. "I don't need to know what you were doing or why. Just be on fucking time." He held up his hands in surrender. "Do you even know any songs that they sing?"

I took a deep breath and closed my math book. "So, what…because I'm a girl I can't listen to The Blood Red Vipers or AC/DC, Queen, Metallica, Pink Floyd, Black Sabbath, Kiss, Rolling Stones, Iron Maiden, Dio, Judas Priest, Slayer, Guns N' Roses, Aerosmith, ZZ Top…please stop when I there is a band I'm allowed to listen to." His mouth was hanging open and he didn't didn't say anything for a couple seconds.

"Damn. Okay, sorry, it's just some people wear shirts with bands on them and know nothing about the band or never even listen to the band. But you…fuck! You fucking surprised me by rattling off all those bands." I just gave him a deadpan look. "Look, I don't want to be here when the cheerleaders get out of practice so how about we just make up a schedule today and start studying on a day we're both free again." Of course I'm free everyday but he doesn't need to know that.

"I'm free any day but Fridays. Hellfire meets on Fridays," he said. "Okay, what about weekends?" I asked. "As long as we're done before eight. I play at the Hideout on Saturdays and Sunday I spend time with my uncle since he's off work. If I have any other plans during the week I'll let you know. Can't keep the girls waiting, right?" I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "Right. So how about since tomorrow is Friday we meet on Saturday at your place say…. One?"

He shook his head, "one is fine but not my place. How about your place?" He said. Absolutely not. "Umm…what about the diner?" I asked. He shrugged "you gonna buy me lunch?" He smirked, and leaned over the table. "Just don't be fucking late." I packed my stuff up and walked out of the library. When I was unlocking my car I saw Eddie coming out with one of the cheerleaders and going to his van.

I got in my car and had no choice but to drive past them to get out of the parking lot. And surprise surprise, they were sucking each other's faces. She'd wake up in the morning to regret her decision and would never admit that she let him touch her. When I got home, I walked in and straight to the kitchen for something to eat. "How did the tutoring do?" I turned around from the fridge to see dad leaning on the counter.

[1st-recon-lylith-blog]

Lylith Embersong, the Songsmith

A watercolor painting of my bard from Baldur's Gate 3

Lylith Embersong was a tiefling child born into a traveling troupe. Her mother (a tiefling) taught her fighting and her father (a human) taught her music. Many years prior, the troupe leader had reneged on a contract with Raphael. The troupe leader hid for years while on the run, but Korilla tracked him down. Lylith is playing in the troupe leader’s tent (he was like a grandfather to her) but when Korilla shows up, he sends Lylith away. Lylith eavesdrops outside the tent, but can barely hear the conversation. Korilla warns the troupe leader that surrendering means only some will perish, but trying to escape again will result in the entire troupe’s death. The troupe leader surrenders. 

Raphael sends imps to destroy the troupe. Lylith is one of the few escapees, but her parents die in the attack, while saving her. The knowledge “This is what happens when you mess with the hells” burns into the brains of the survivors. Lylith is unaware of Raphael’s role in destroying the troupe and murdering her family. Her only clues are that a devil, the troupe leader, and the threatening dwarf woman are connected to the attack. All Lylith has left of her parents are the red earrings she had stolen from her mother’s jewelry box (red scintilla), her father’s violin, and the clothes on her back.

Most of the survivors from the troupe settle in Baldur’s Gate, including Lylith Embersong. She survives by busking on street corners, playing her father’s violin for coin. Times are rough and money is hard to come by. (It's easy to imagine that if she had been unlucky she might’ve crossed paths with Astarion in those rough days.) Thankfully as she grows older, her skills gain her enough recognition that she’s hired to work patriar functions. Lylith’s skill in discerning people’s intentions sharpens working the cutthroat world of nobility.

Lylith is filled with trepidation when she meets Raphael in Act 1, but she dismisses those feelings as her past, haunting her. Her sense of paranoia heightens when she sees Korilla at the tiefling party. Before Lylith can interrogate her, Korilla vanishes. Her feelings intensify, in Act 2, when she meets Yurgir and Lyrthindor and learns about their contracts. Finally, in Act 3, Lylith meets Korilla at Sharess’s Caress. Lylith wants to grab Korilla by the arms and question her, but knows that playing things cool will get her more information. Korilla drops the name of her employer, ‘Raphael’. 

If Korilla works for Raphael, then it was Raphael who killed her family and the troupe. Mind reeling, she goes upstairs and sees the argument between Voss and Raphael. When Lylith speaks to Raphael, she realizes he’s playing her. Either Raphael doesn’t know he was the cause of her parents’ deaths (unlikely that he wouldn’t know the souls affected by that attack), or he is playing dumb on purpose because he thinks she doesn’t know. (Can you imagine how gleeful Raphael would be? To cause a soul’s misery in early life. To be the cause for its burning desire for vengeance? And then to bind that soul in a legal contract? Do you really think he’d ever let her go?)

Raphael offers her the contract. Lylith is upset that Raphael would try to use her after what he did to her family, so she refuses him, but keeps her realization quiet. She is waiting for the perfect moment to strike. In his arrogance, Raphael slips up and grants her the path towards vengeance. He tells Lylith the location of the Orphic hammer. With this knowledge, she concocts a plan. She plans to break into his house for two reasons: to steal the Orphic Hammer and to lure Raphael back to kill him in the Hells (permanent death for Devils). It is a hard fought battle, but Lylith Embersong prevails. She slays Raphael. She’s a tiefling, a child of the hells too, and no one messes with a child of the hells.

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not so bad - chapter 6

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It was pure happenstance that Annabeth stumbled across the incident in the boy’s bathroom. Well, happenstance and a full bladder. Mid-way through her fourth period class, European History, taught by the dullest teacher in the entire school, she excused herself to run down to the bathroom. The boy’s bathroom was directly adjacent to the girls’s. That had never mattered much, but on that particular day, it meant that she inadvertently found herself caught in a disturbing incident.

At first, she sensed nothing awry: just the sound of laughter. But it was a familiar whimper of distress that gave her pause before she entered the girl’s bathroom. Annabeth knew that sound from just about anywhere. It belonged to her oldest friend, Grover Underwood.

“Come on, Underwood. Stop being such a pussy,” a voice sneered.

Another voice added, “Yeah, we just want twenty bucks a piece. That’s not so hard now, is it?”

“I- I told you. I don’t have anymore on me. I told you that I don’t get paid until Friday. I-If you could just wait-”

“You talking back to us, Underwood? Do we have to do this the hard way again?”

At the sound of Grover’s whimper again, blood boiled in Annabeth’s veins and she balled her hands into fists. One thing about Annabeth was that you did not fuck with her friends. She got ready to burst into the boy’s bathroom, propriety be damned, fully ready to fuck shit up, until another familiar voice interjected.

“Wow, three guys bullying a dude on crutches for money? Yikes. Talk about pathetic.”

“What was that, Jackson?”

“Getting sacked so much as the school quarterback really turned your brain into mush, huh Sloan? Want me to speak slower so you can understand?”

Annabeth hid a grin at the indignant sputtering from the other speaker. Sloan was a name she unfortunately recognized. Matt Sloan was easily the biggest douchebag in their school. She’d had more than one unfortunate run in with him in the past. It had ended with her breaking his nose, but he would never admit that.

“Fuck you, Jackson,” Matt sneered.

There was a scuffle of feet, which was enough of a cue for Annabeth to burst into the bathroom. Matt and his two cronies rushed towards Percy with their fists raised. Percy neatly side-stepped the first punch and hooked his foot behind his assailants calf and lifted, throwing him off balance. With one hand, Percy pushed him face-first into a urinal, while using his other hand to catch the next attacker’s wrist. He pulled him by the wrist, making him fall forward into the wall with a groan.

Matt was last, but he’d stolen one of Grover’s crutches to use as a weapon. A flicker of worry flashed in Percy’s eyes, but Annabeth dashed in quickly and kicked Matt in the back of his knee, sending him crashing to the floor with a scream of pain. Matt looked up at her from the floor, livid.

“Chase, you fucking bitch. You almost broke my leg!”

Annabeth shrugged nonchalantly. “Whoops. I’ll try harder next time then.”

Percy’s lips quirked upwards in a smile before he went to go help Grover up. Annabeth kept her attention focused on Matt and dropped to a crouch.

Annabeth glared at him and dropped her voice to a deadly whisper. “If you ever pull this shit again, on anyone, I’ll be sure to let everyone at school know I manhandled you in a fight. I’m sure it’ll be a real embarrassment to find out the school quarterback got his ass beat by a girl.”

“As if anyone would believe that,” Matt sneered.

“They sure will,” Percy chimed in. “After all, me and Grover here are two eyewitnesses. And in case Dumb and Dumber here get any ideas, maybe the two of us saw her kick all your asses. Now that would be a real funny story, wouldn’t it?”

The other two stiffened at that and gave terse nods of acknowledgement.

“And another thing,” Percy continued. “I want you three to hand Chase all the money you’ve stolen by the end of the week, or I’ll actually be serious about hurting you next time I see you. Got it?”

Matt stood up gingerly and flipped him off, but Annabeth could tell that they were rattled by Percy’s threat. She waited for the three of them to stagger out of the bathroom before she rushed to Grover’s side.

“God, Grover, why didn’t you tell me this was happening?” Annabeth whispered furiously.

Grover hung his head in shame. “I- I don’t know, Annie. I guess I thought I could just- deal with it.”

“Hey, promise me that you’ll come to me if something like this happens in the future,” Annabeth said.

Grover looked hesitant, which only served to bewilder her more. She opened her mouth to say something more, but Percy stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. Annabeth looked up at him and he gave her a subtle headshake no. She bit her lip in frustration and watched him escort Grover out of the bathroom before he turned back to her.

“Why did you stop me?” Annabeth burst out. “I could’ve helped him!”

“I know,” Percy said simply. “But you have to think about it from his perspective.”

“What’s there to think about? Unless you mean he enjoys getting bullied by those shitstains-”

“You’re infantilizing him, Chase,” Percy interjected.

Annabeth stopped mid-sentence like he’d hit her with a shovel.

“He’s got it rough as it is with his disability and all. People try to take care of him all the time and he has to let them. Getting bullied is hard, yeah, but at least he was dealing with it on his own. But you demanding he ask for help just reinforces that he can’t solve problems on his own, that he needs someone to take care of him,” Percy said.

“There’s nothing wrong with asking for help,” Annabeth muttered.

Percy held his hands up in surrender. “Hey, I agree, but I don’t think he sees it that way.”

“So you’re saying I should just sit there and watch?” Annabeth demanded.

“I’m not saying anything. I’m just trying to explain how he might feel,” Percy said softly.

Annabeth pursed her lips at that and crossed her arms over her chest. She didn’t want to admit it, but Percy was kind of right.

“Fine,” Annabeth grumbled. “But if I see someone bullying a friend, I’m still going to raise hell about it.”

Percy smiled. “Yeah, I know.”

The fond admiration in his voice thawed the ice in her blood. “Thanks for stepping in. I really appreciate it.”

Percy put his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “Nah, it’s no problem. I don’t like bullies.”

“Still, taking three guys on at once is pretty ballsy,” Annabeth admitted.

“Pretty sure it was three on two. You helped, remember?” Percy said, grinning.

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sure, with my heroic sneak attack.”

“Well, I thought we made a good team,” Percy said.

A smile threatened to break across her face. “We kind of did, didn’t we?”

When Percy returned her smile, it sent another infuriating flurry of butterflies loose in her stomach. God, it just wasn’t fair. The boy’s smile could make flower’s grow.

“We should probably get out of here. Would be kind of weird for someone to walk in and see you in the boy’s bathroom,” Percy said.

Annabeth felt her face heat up. “Oh, um, right. Let’s do that.”

When they stepped outside, Percy gave her a hesitant look and said, “Would you mind not telling anyone about this? I already kind of have a bad rep at school. I don’t want to make it worse.”

“Oh, yeah, no problem,” Annabeth said.

“Great, thanks!” Percy beamed. “I’ve gotta run down to pre-calc before I get written up by Mrs. Dodd’s again for like the fifth time this year. I swear she has it out for me.”

“Yeah, see you later, Perce.”

“I hope so, Annie,” Percy said, a cheeky smile on his face.

Annabeth tried her best to look stern. “Hey, not cool. Only Grover gets to call me that.”

Percy made a show of looking apologetic. “Darn, just when I thought I finally found a cool nickname for you.”

“How about just calling me Annabeth instead of Chase all the time?”

“Alright, let me try again then,” Percy said before clearing his throat. “I hope so, Annabeth.”

Annabeth mimed applause and bit back a smile. “Well done, you dork. Now get to class.”

Percy saluted her and Annabeth watched him head towards the Math department before she turned around and went back to history. At least now, she’d have something to tide her over in her imagination for the rest of class.

[lil-writer-523]

I saw your post for multiverse requests.

How about Reader x Kaminari in a Percy Jackson AU?

Oooh! This is great, I love this already. Thank you for being the first ask for this series! I hope you enjoy!

The Bright Side

Kaminari was trying to look on the bright side. His mother had always taught him that whenever things seemed bad, to find something good. But it was really hard to think of any bright side when his entire day seemed like an absolute mess. First, he hadn't woken up on time, because his best friend Sero from Hermes Cabin had stolen his alarm clock. Which he planned on taking revenge, but probably later when the boy would be caught off guard. Then, during archery training, he was so tired that he almost sent his arrow directly into the Centaur who trained him, Aizawa. That got him a nearly half-hour stern lecture on how "weapons weren't toys, they were tools." Then, because the lecture had taken so long, he ended up almost missing the weekly Capture the Flag game. Bakugou chewed him out for it until Kirishima finally calmed him down.

If all of that wasn't enough, he realized that his favorite Camper and long time crush was on the opposing team. Y/N, child of Hephaestus, was a sight to behold on normal days, bit when it came to Combat? Not only did they give the Ares kids a run for their money, but their inventions were known to be the best of the best, even when compared to the rest of their cabin. Denki has had a crush on them since he first got to camp, and a year of being really good friends hadn't changed that one bit. So he was definetely a little a lot distracted, and nearly electrocuted some of his teammates with how flustered he got. They even lost the game when on of Y/N's inventions, a flying solar-powered drone, had snatched their red flag and flown it over to their side before anyone could stop it.

All in all, it's been a day. And now, sitting alone at Zues Cabin's table, Denki was down in the dumps. After having such a bad day, he felt more alone then ever, being separated from the people he called his friends. He pushed around the food on his plate, having already sacrificed part of his meal. He was so caught up in his thoughts, he didnt notice a figure making their way toward him until they were already seated next to him. "What's got you down, Kaminari?" He froze, his eyes slowly looking over to see that Y/N had just say at his table. Right next to him.

He nearly shocked himself in surprise hehehe, get it? Shocked? as he swiftly looked around. Aizawa had strict rules about Cabin memebers sitting at each other's tables, something about the Gods possibly finding it disrespectful. But the Centaur was nowhere to be seen. "Um, wha-" Y/N laughed at the baffled look on Denki's face, and his cheeks flushed at the sound. "Aizawa likes coffee, so I may or may not have bribed him into letting me sit with you. You looked a bit upset, so I figured you'd like some company." Denki couldn't help but match their smile, and for the rest of the evening, the two chatted about anything and everything, all while ignoring the eyes of other campers.

"Oh my god, why won't they just kiss already?!" Mina, daughter of Aphrodite, was steaming as sh ev witnessed the slow burn that was Kaminari and Y/N's relationship. Sero laughed at the pinkette, knowing she's been a long time shipper of the two, ever since Y/N had come to Aphrodite Cabin for love advice. He's surprised the electric boy hadn't figured it out yet. The two continued to talk for the evening until the end of supper, and then Y/N grabbed Denki's hand, dragging him away from the dining hall. Denki's face immediately flushed, his body buzzing as he tried to suppress his electricity, in order to not shock them. A few sparks still touched their hand, but they were unfazed, even when their hair stood on end a bit.

They finally arrived at his Cabin, and while Denki was disappointed that they let go of his hand, he was quickly surprised to see them hold out a small package to him. "Here. It's for you." They gently placed the package into his open hand, and with excitement, he quickly opened it. He was a little confused when he held up a small ball, almost the size of a baseball. It fit perfectly into his hand, and he turned it over in his hands a few times to feel every part. "Its something I made for you. Um-" They rubbed the back of their neck in embarrassment, a small blush lighting I their own cheeks. Denki smiled, having never really received gifts from anyone beside his mom. "Try, um, try shocking it." Y/N suggested. He looked unsure a moment, remembering all the toys he broke in his childhood because of his power. But, having trust in them, he began to lightly shock the small ball. To his amazement, it began to glow a golden color. Y/N smiled in glee, happy their invention was working so far.

They quickly grabbed his other hand, slipping on a similar colored glove onto his hand. "Now toss it." They instructed. Again, he was confused, but did as instructed, and tossed the glowing ball a few feet in the air. It suddenly erupted in a shower of sparks, nearly striking both of them if Denki hadn't grabbed Y/N and threw them both to the side. The shower stopped after a few seconds, and he turned his head to see the ball land on the ground, no longer glowing. "Yes! It worked!" Y/N cheered, beginning to ramble about the inner workings of the device, and how the glove could call the ball back to it, so that it could be used as a light, a weapon, or simply a place to store energy to be used later.

Denki was comprehending the words they said, but his mind was a little too focused on them. After the absolute tiring day he had, the most frustrating part had to be that he felt too cowardly to just freakin confess that-

"I like you."

Y/N's voice halted immediately. They stared at Denki in shock, and he blushed as he realized HE JUST SAID THAT OUT LOUD!! "Um, wh-what I meant was, uh-" He started trying to stutter put some semblance of an explanation as to why he would just blurt out something like that, but he was suddenly pulled into a tight hug. "Really?! You mean that?! Cause I've liked you for a while, and I was trying to find some way to say it tonight, but then you said it, and I'm really happy you said it cause I like you too!" Denki chuckled at their short rant, hugging them back just as tightly. They ignored the background voice squealing as others cheered until a voice shouted "ITS NEARLY CURFEW YOU IDIOTS, GO TO BED!" They both laughed as they pull away from the hug, Denki helping Y/N off the ground and giving a wave as he turned to go inside. Before he did, they quickly kissed his cheek, smiling before running off with a "See you tomorrow Denki!" He blushed with a goofy smile as he flopped into his bed, his while body buzzing as his new gift glowed brightly. Guess he finally found today's bright side, huh?

Thank you @therobishow for the ask! I had lots of fun with this one! I tried to keep it gender-neutral as best I could, so i hope you like it!

[deceitfuldevout]

Easy Money (Part 6)

Dark!Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Heiress!Reader

Warning(s): +18, Non-con, Kidnapping, Hostage Situation, Domestic abuse.

Author's Note(s): I hate using the word "daddy" with all my heart. So, what better way to express my hatred than to write about it?!

Robert is thriving in a state of blissful marriage. You on the other hand, not so much.

You would wake up, make him breakfast, pack lunch, all while he watched some rented porn. During the climax scenes Robert would pat his lap, signaling for you to get on your knees as he enjoys the rest of his show. After finishing off he usually leaves for ‘work’. He’d only ever let you wear a sundress or an array of slip-on garments. All for easy access. Some of them were slightly used. You never questioned where there came from. Not after noticing bits of blood sprinkled on them. You’d rather not think about it for very long. It made it all the more bearable to wear.

A white-picket fence life was never your thing. Yet here you were, living in the fucked-up version of it.

As Robert began sliding his work shoes on, you wait for him to leave. Only then could you get comfortable. You dare not to look up. In case he catches your gaze. Eye contact always led to him staying longer. You turn around and begin sweeping the living room floor. You stop as soon as you realize he hadn’t moved. Were you forgetting something? You look up. Although his expression hadn’t shown his anger his arms were crossed, “Don’t I get my kiss?” he tilts his head to the side.

Scared of what he might do next, you lean in to kiss his stubble cheek. Before you could retreat from the peck, he quickly turns his head to the side and traps you and a firm kiss. His hands grab at your rear. His long fingers start pulling up your skirt. His digits prod against your opening from behind. You squirm from his unwanted embrace. But seeing you struggle only encourages him to continue. 

You were repulsed from the taste of him. He reeked of cigarettes and musky cologne. Being in his presence alone had irked you, the sooner he’d leave the sooner you’d be left in peace.

Daily chores were all you could do. Your work had been handled by Robert through the phone, he was the sole provider in the house now that you weren’t working. He had stolen the only documents of your company and locked them in his ‘office’.

So, the only option ever given to you was the role of the housewife. Andy would help you with what he could. He was the perfect companion and a very patient child. He’s always eager to please and enjoys doing the dishes with you. A part of you hoped that once he got older, he would accomplish great things. All he’s ever wants to do is help people.

You were vacuuming the bedroom when you hear a crumpling sound. Turning off the machine you take a look at what had been caught. It’s a small book. A journal he kept hiding in plain sight. Part of you hoped it had evidence of his heinous crimes. Each page had a written date, almost like a… journal? No, there were titles for each section of the book.

Training.

Obedience.

Care.

Punishments.

Was this some sort of training book? He made a book dedicated to molding a wife. But why?

The first entry was written around the same time Robert kidnapped you and Andy. After living an entire year with this monster, the contents of what this book had made you downright terrified. He narrates it from his own point of view. How to capture and lure one’s ‘bait’. You couldn’t believe it.

Then it hit you. This wasn’t for Robert’s own enjoyment. It was supposed to be some sort of training manual. Something that he wanted to pass onto your son. He was making sure Andy would one day use this book on some poor woman. A chill ran down your spine. You’ll be damned if he ever taught your son to be a monster. There will never be a cycle for as long as you’re still breathing.

“Mama.” Andy’s voice chirps. He holds a small plastic shovel in his hands. Today you promised him to play outside. You held him close, clutching onto him until he whined from the pressure. You let go of him carefully. As if he were made of glass. You cupped his chubby cheeks, “As soon as he gets home, okay?” never bothering to call Robert ‘dad’ let alone ‘daddy’. Only when he was physically around. There would be hell to pay if you didn’t address him properly.

You and Andy had been out in the sun all day. You held him by his underarms as he leapt over a sprinkler. Of course, you wouldn’t be alone. The ankle monitor you wore had been a courtesy from one of Robert’s clients. He kept his shed door cracked open. Which meant from time-to-time Andy’s attention would go to his father you would try your best to distract him. But after a while he finally spoke up, “How come daddy doesn’t wanna come out?” he points to the shed.

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Robert’s back is faced towards you. Cooped up in his own world. For some reason your angel wanted to be a part of it. Over your dead body, “He’s really busy baby. It’s not good to go in while he’s busy.” you rub his small back. You notice his complexion is redder than before. Sighing at a possible sunburn, the daily struggle of having a child with an Irish father. You went inside to retrieve more sunscreen.

For some reason your Andy was too stubborn to take a hint. Because as soon as you step back out with sunscreen on a tray and drinks Andy decides that he wants to spend time with dad, right in his serial-killer lair. You almost drop the platter on a table as you made a run for the shed. You’ve dreaded for this day to come. How were you going to explain to him that his ‘hero’ killed for people for a living?

You slam the door open, causing Robert tilt his head around. Andy is sat on his lap. Robert isn’t annoyed at all by the soaking-wet child making himself comfortable. You briefly scan the place for anything dangerous or out of the ordinary, then look back at him in confusion. It really was just a normal shed. Having nothing wrong with it is exactly what made it so odd. You approach him warily. He always knew when you were watching. That’s how his little mind games usually start.

His eyes are hooded as he licks his lips. You know realize why. Your summer dress had been drenched from the activity from earlier. The fabric clung to your curves. Your wet hair stuck to your neck. He scoops Andy up in one arm. His gaze doesn’t falter even the slightest. Robert was like a hungry wolf. A beast that was holding your little lamb hostage. You cross your arms to hide what little decency you had. He gives a crooked grin, “Hey sport, why don’t you let me and mom chat for a bit, hm?” he places him on the ground before shooing him off.

Andy nods, “Okay daddy.” he stands on his toes to give his father a quick hug before leaving. Your poor boy had no idea what went on when his parents were ‘chatting’. You wait until your son makes it past the door, closing it behind him. You pay attention to the noise outside for a moment. Soon the sounds of his small steps are quiet. You let out a relieved sigh then turn around.

You’re face-to-face with him. He glances at your chest “Drop ‘em.” his voice is stern. Slowly, you pull your arms away. Revealing your now see-through dress, nipples already hardening from the friction. Your shoulders sink in an attempt to hide the peaks.

A large hand of his reaches to pat your temple, brushing back the hair from your face. It glides to the back of your neck where goosebumps develop. Robert darts his tongue out to swipe at his pout, “Is my kitten cold?” he always had a playful way with his words. You nod. His hand on the back of your neck pulls you into a kiss. His tongue poke against your bottom lip, motioning for access. You part your mouth open. He wastes no time delving in.

Every part of it was an act of possessiveness. Both of his hands now cup the round of your backside to rake up your skirt. With a yank the wet fabric was off of your damp skin. Robert had bunched it up your waist. He lifts you off the ground and you automatically wrap your legs around him. The kissing doesn’t break until you reach his desk. He plops you down. His head tilts to the side of yours where he starts to nip at the exposed skin.

His mouth drags from your jaw to your neck, to in between your breasts, until he bends down to your skirt. He lifts the damp fabric. You instantly part your legs for him. He hums in approval before giving a long, wet kiss against your folds. His lips wrap around your crease as his nose brushed against your bundle of nerves. He knows you love that.

It was different this time around. You could actually see him in action. You never took notice to how his long his lashes were. How prominent his features are underneath all that facial hair. How some freckles were developing from staying outside too long. Your mind went to putty when he got started. You hiss when he licks a long, hard stripe against your bud. You can’t help but lift your hips up for a better angle. His open mouth welcomes it. He pokes his tongue in and out of your opening. Practically moaning into your mound.

Your dripping folds with a mixture of his spit creates lewd squelching sounds each time his tongue muscle would plunge itself in and out. Your eyes grow wide from the sight. Your legs begin to quake. A tap to his shoulder lets him know that you were almost there. He yanks his pants down while standing back up. He practically lunges towards you.

Robert pulls your hips against the end of the desk. He prods against your slick opening before entering in one hard thrust, causing the entire desk to shake. Your nails dig into the fabric of his white tank. The bastard didn’t wait for you to adjust. That must’ve been the reason why he went downtown prior.

He pulls out before shoving his entire length in again. His strength alone sends you back against the desk. He crouches against your frame. You wrap your arms around his waist. Your hands slide under his shirt. Your nails dig into his pale skin in retaliation. Leaving angry red scratches. He hisses from the sensation, letting out a deep, guttural groan. He loves a kitten with claws.

He drags his length out until only his tip remained inside then slams it back in again. Just to hear you howl. Never once leaving you empty. He pulls your hand against his mouth before sucking on your digits, signaling you to touch yourself. You now wet pads reach for the hood of your clit. Massaging it in small, frantic circles.

Robert grunts, “Does it feel good baby?” he waits for a reply. You nod at him frantically. Robert isn’t satisfied. He slaps away your wrist away from your bud, “I said does it feel good?!” his voice is deeper, more demanding. Robert stops thrusting all together, waiting for an answer.

Your thoughts were cloudy as you frantically search for the right words, “Y-yes..” you whine from a cock-drunken haze. He slaps against your bundle of nerves, “Who makes you feel this way? Hm?!” his hand strikes your sensitive hood again, denying you the pleasure of finishing off. You gave in, as always, “You do! P-please!”

“Please what baby?” he wanted to hear the title he’d given himself. Hear you call him that special word. A name you absolutely hated to call him.

“P-please daddy make me feel good!”

Like music to his ears.

“Now, what do you say?”

“T-thank you,”

“For what?” his hand wraps around your throat. You’re a mumbling mess. His entire body weight is flush against yours as he pistons his hips. At this point, the pressure might as well break the legs off the table.

“Thank you for fucking me how I like it…aAh!” you grunt from the sensitivity. Tears trickle down your cheeks.

Robert’s thrusting is harder than ever. Skin slapping against each other could be heard only the slightest from outside. Your walls pump his seed out. His forehead is pressed against yours. You don’t bother getting up. Still winded from the aftermath. The bottom of your dress is still hiked over your waist. Your now filled cunt hangs off the end of his desk. Your breasts glisten with sweat.

All over your chest were small bruises left behind. You pry yourself up with an elbow. You reach down to cover yourself. Robert chimes in, “Wait. Don’t move.” he fumbles around, looking for something. He turns to you with a Polaroid camera in his hands. He holds it to his eye, leaning in to get a good angle, “Smile.”

You’re not amused. He could care less if you did it or not. Actually, having you pout would be cuter. He snaps a photo, and the flash goes off. He gives the fresh photo a shake. He raises a brow and whistles, “My, my, what a slutty little wife I have…” Robert pockets the photo as he lifts you from the table. Your legs are a bit shaken after wearing them out. Like a newborn fawn trying to take it’s first steps. It was hard walking while your thighs are clenched together. Harder than it looks.

You grip his arm tight. He enjoys the sight of you squirming because of him. A swell of pride strains his pants. He’s right behind you. Stalking close by. He presses his arousal against your backside. His hands are at your hips to hold you in place. He grinds his erection hard enough for you to feel it. His voice is a whisper, “Here. Let me.” he reaches for your skirt. A knee parts your legs while his palm presses in between. On hand holds your folds open with his fingers while to other is cupped underneath, catching the spunk dripping out. You grunt as more escapes for Robert to collect.

He holds it to your face for you to see. You can only think of one thing: Shame.

That’s when you hear the door knock, “Mama?” Andy politely calls. You were grateful to teach him that at an early age. After a while of not hearing anything, he opens the door. You shove yourself from Robert’s grip. Almost falling to the floor in the process. You slide up the straps of your dress before the door completely opens. A curious little Andy misses his mommy and daddy.

You usher Andy to go out, promising him you’ll be out in a minute. You turn around to glare daggers at Robert, “Could you please not do that? Or at least hold back while Andy is around.” you scoff before leaving. Robert clicks his tongue.

Little did you know it was Robert who invited him in.

[irbcallmefynn]

Tell us about your characters!

Ok this'll be fun! And very, very long.

Fynn's Dad was a blacksmith. Made weapons for whoever had money. Just so happens the army of hell has a lot of money. He had a one-off fling with a demoness, and was promptly executed. Fynn spent most of his childhood in hell, being taught Demon Magic. He was not, however, taught how to control his emotions or his hunger. Basically, if you make him upset, he'll probably eat you (and not in the vore way, like contort your body into a milkshake eat you). He magicked his mouth out of existence at a wizard convention after a freak accident involving a slight mispronunciation (the demon words for "target" and "area" are very similar, as are "directed" and "indirect"), so he's excommunicated from Wizard Society™. He can't verbally speak anymore, so he uses a mix of telepathy and "air text" to communicate (that's why his dialogue has no speech bubble). He eats by simultaneously teleporting food into his stomach and macerating it.

Nauno was, as a child, abandoned by his parents, who believed they wouldn't be able to survive, as he's rather small and weak compared to their peers. He was adopted by a band of thieves, who raised him to aid in theft (small stature, light feet, and dark feathers makes for easy breaking and entering). This led Nauno to develop Kleptomania, and even after running away (turns out a band of thieves does not make for effective parents of an Avali, their needs were not being adequately met), he continued stealing and exploiting their feminine appearance to lure in wealthy men to pickpocket.

Coincidentally, Fynn and Nauno both met Euphi at the same time in a bar (Drunk guys have a fascinating taste, and make for easy pickpocketing targets, Euphi was just kinda there). They struck up conversation, and eventually realized all three of them are fucked up in some way (Fynn for being half demon and a literal man-eater with no mouth, Nauno for being a Kleptomaniac femboy with a body count higher than they are, and Euphi for somehow finding both of these guys adorable). Fynn saw value in Nauno for bringing in victims, Nauno saw value in Fynn for dealing with misogynists (which have been problematic for them in the past), it was only natural they'd want to cooperate! Euphi was very lonely, and these were the first two in a long time she's ever felt anything special with, so they all agreed that living together would benefit everyone involved. You can call this Polycule formed!

Considering Fynn was homeless (no job, and nobody wants to rent out a place to someone who will eat them) and Nauno was also homeless (on the run from both the police and his adoptive family), Euphi was more than happy to welcome both of them into her life. She also doesn't have a job (not sure why), but heart found an abandoned house on the outskirts of The City (that's the name; The City City, located in Country). They were able to renovate the place to a livable state through a mix of stolen goods and demon energy-based electrical appliances, and now live there as a happy polycule of Murder, Prostitution, Theft, and Willful ignorance.

With this new life setup, they've also been trying to actually help each other become better at fitting in with society. Fynn never really figured out what love is, Nauno never got a formal education, and Euphi's just kinda odd. Heart does make a decent teacher for Nauno (better than nothing, at least), and Nauno's trying their best to help Fynn grasp what love is (all he can really follow is that he loves the taste of human, and loves having people that actually like him).

Euphi honestly treats Fynn and Nauno better than Heart-self, and borderline babies these two "grown" men. She lets them get away with damn near anything, only being concerned when the law could get involved. They can be a handful at times, especially when Nauno lures one of their victims home, but heart would never dare tell them to stop!

Ok... I think that's all I've got for right now. That was a lot... gave me something to do during lunch, at least!