#criminal reader

[fandomnerd9602]

Mary: I figured you changed your mind

Y/N: I was hoping you would. I was hoping you’d find yourself a good fella. I-I’m no good for ya, Mary. I ain’t got land or money or—

Mary puts a finger to their lips…

Mary: I don’t need land. I don’t need money. What I need is you keeping me warm in the winter and loved all year round.

Y/N;

Mary: that okay?

Y/N: more than okay

Mary: C’mere then

Mary pulls Y/N into a kiss…

[aeyros]

Sinners' Day Off: Part Six

Previous parts:

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

"Now his thigh’s all blown ‘ta kingdom come. ‘Kind of looks like a piece of pulled taffy." -reader

Part six:

Reluctantly, you lower your steel. He does the same.

Your adrenaline crashes with the rain, causin’ the pain in your arm to rise back up to the surface. A sharp stingin’ sensation crawls around your heels and there’s an ache all over your body. 

Despite all that, you manage to stand—slightly hunched. 

Blood rushes down your leg, from a pulsatin’ part of your knee. Bruised and tattered, you straighten yourself out and face the person. 

You scan them to make sure they’re who you think they are.

 Gots to be him.

Just what was he tryin’ to do anyway? 

Your eyes follow a trail of thick, red liquid flowin’ from his upper thigh.

Now his thigh’s all blown ‘ta kingdom come. ‘Kind of looks like a piece of pulled taffy.

…Least I’m not the only fucked up one. 

“There’s a pharmacy a mile from here, got a car?”

He slowly turns and steadily limps away. 

Yep, that’s him alright.

You follow after, hobblin’ to your best ability.

Leavin’ the alley, you catch a glimpse of the blood trail you both left on the floor. It isn’t large, but it's there. The rain washes it down a drain nearby, only bits of it though.

Your eyes catch the way the back of his leg twitches and shakes, all that does is make you feel better about your arm. It's completely busted.

Only he’d be able to do me like this…

Thunder claps from the ash clouds in the night sky. No lightnin’, but the rain falls harder. In terms of cats and dogs, it’s rainin’ bulls and horses. 

You can’t do much to cover yourself, neither can the man.

The asphalt burns against the raw skin under your feet, though the rain soothes it. Both of y’all continue like nothin’s going on—as if you both aren’t close to losin’ a limb—roundin’ the corner. 

You observe the bullets shot from the clouds. They fall hard onto the top of his head. 

The water slicks down his hair, and dulls the odd shape of his haircut. His head’s like a dangerously strikin’ puddle of used motor oil. You can almost see your reflection in it. It pronounces his lack of melanin to the point where he looks like he’s made of milk.

You can see the street from the alley as you both continue staggerin’. Your feet feel the sidewalk before you realize you’re out of there. 

…I left my boots.

Your eyes drop to your feet.

Oh, what’s it matter?

‘Was time I got me a new pair anyway.

Thunder claps as your eyes wander, landin' on the man.

So did he.

He’s barefoot just as you are, but his feet are less damaged. You watch as they step along the sidewalk in medium, patient strides. 

It's like nothin' ever happened. 'Like you two didn't nearly kill each other. Lookin' back on his provocation at the bowling alley, you think out loud again. Intentionally, this time.

“What was that?”

You shift your gaze back to the sidewalk. A couple feet away, you can see some car—last year’s Cutlass in red skin. 

There's a momentary silence, it seems he's askin' himself the same question.

Then...

“Thunder.” A deep, rugged monotone quakes the tunnels of your ears. It rings with a thick, unplaceable accent. 

A pause.

You huff, amused by the deliberate—almost shameless deflection.

“Is that right?”

The car’s closer now, only ten feet away from you both. You can feel your feet grow heavy and your arm grow heavier as you continue walking. Your ears pop, curin’ most of that tinnitus from earlier. You still can’t see all too well though. 

The Cutlass’ finally within arms reach—well, an arm’s reach. 

The man steps a little off the road to get to the driver’s side as you enter the passenger’s. Your drenched clothin’ squelches once you hit the cold leather seat and buckle up. The ache in your body subsides a bit, just enough for you to ignore it. 

In silence, you wait for the engine to start. For some reason, it don’t. 

All you can hear is the raindrops droppin’ like bombs on the Cutlass’ hood.

You shift your focus to the man beside you, he’s already starin’ at you.

His face’s the same blank you remember it to be, though his eyelids are lower and his brows are closer together.

The feelin’ in your arm’s going numb with each second, and his right leg has completely stopped moving. 

You know you can’t wait any longer. 

Gently, you reach for his lap and slide your palm against his right, upper thigh. It’s cold, wet with blood. It doesn’t even twitch anymore.

“Drive.”

He still faces you, but his pupils fix onto your hand. They linger as he grips the wheel and until he starts the car. 

The roar of the engine gets lost in the sound of harsh rain.

You remove your hand and shift your gaze on his hands. 

Perfect ten and two. 

‘Hasn’t suffered too much damage then.

When the Cutlass walks, you look straight ahead. The windshield wipers only fog the window, only lettin’ you see some feet ahead of you.

You flex the fingers of your left hand and bend the arm repeatedly. 

Thunderclaps once you lower it.

“There wasn’t a landline in that place. And the nearest payphone’s around highway eighty, a couple yards away. ‘Boy won’t call the cops.”

Your focus falls back onto his thigh as you continue. 

“I’ll swing by the alley once we’ve gotten ourselves handled.”

‘Should rest that chunk’a pulled pork there.

The Cutlass slows to a stop. You can’t see much, yet you get out anyway. The man stays behind.

You’re immediately hit by the harsh, freezin’ downpour. The pharmacy is closed, all you see is darkness through the two glass doors. Reachin’ for your hip, you pull your scratched up Smith and grip it by the snout. 

Stoppin’ only a half-foot away, you whip the glass with the gun handle and it shatters instantly. You reach through the open space and push the door open, then enter.

There are shelves of supplements, medicines, and beauty products. The aisles are hard to map out, and their labels are shrouded in darkness. But, you don’t mind, you’re headed for the check-out.

The cool tile floor soothes the burnin’ of your feet as you tread deeper.

Pushin’ through a small wooden gate, you make it behind the check-out. There’s racks of what you presume to be strong medicines, medical equipment, and chemicals. 

You reach into your backpocket and pull out a lighter. It’s even more messed up than your Smith is. But when you use it, it works.

As you prepare your makeshift med-kit, you look outside the door. The man’s watchin’ you, paler than usual.

Shit.

You snatch a bag from underneath the counter, toss all of your items there, and rush through the small wooden gate. 

On your way out, you hold your lighter up and look for a first-aid. 

You find it in an aisle near the entrance, snag it, then push through the broken glass door.

As you hustle to the Cutlass, the man’s eyes are still on you, unblinkin’ and unbothered. 

You whip open the driver’s side and your eyes land on his thigh. 

Still bleedin’.

You plop the bag onto the wet sidewalk and hand him the first-aid. He loosely grips it.

“Try sittin’ facing me.”

Slowly, he unbuckles and shifts to make his body face you. He scoots to the edge of the seat like he knows what you’re gone’ do.

You grab the first-aid and open it, pullin’ out a tourniquet and a thick wad of gauze. 

“Don’t move.”

Crouchin’ down, you pack some gauze into his wound. With the rest of the gauze, you place it below his hip—into his innerthigh. His face doesn’t contort at all, all he does is clench his jaw and breathe. 

Pressin’ the gauze with all your body weight, you wrap the tourniquet directly over his inner thigh. It's a flat canvas strap with a metal friction buckle, so it’ll be difficult to pull it usin’ just one arm. 

Since that’s the case, you hand the strap to the man. You know that if he holds it, that’ll allow you to focus your strength on tightnin’ it, not pulling.

Liquid red begins to rush, so you waste no time in tighnin’ the strap. Utilizin’ all the body weight you can, you continue pressin’ into his inner thigh. You harshly tighten the strap until it compresses the thigh enough. Before lettin’ go, you check if it stays in place. 

Buckle works.

You pull a bottle of behind-the-counter painkillers from the bag and hand them to him. 

Risin’ you reach for your Smith and throw it at the passenger’s seat. After which, you unbuckle your belt and wrap it around your left arm—above your bicep. With your teeth, you pull it as tightly as you can and buckle it into place with your right hand.

Your arm’s too numb to feel the pain, but your shoulder isn’t. It’s agonizin’ enough to make you tear up, you can barely stand straight. Though the harsh rain helps soothe it, surprisingly.

You take a deep breath and lower your left arm. 

Grabbin’ the bag of goods, you head on over to the passenger’s side and get in. The Smith rolls off the seat and under the dashboard.

Thunder claps.

The man’s irises are burnin’ a hole through you as his gaze invades yours. 

Keepin’ your pupils in his, you reach for the lid of the pain-killers. You twist it open, remove the seal and cotton protectin’ it, and grab two pills. 

You twist the lid shut and slide the small, white cylinder past your lips. Crushin’ it with your teeth, you then force his palm open and place the other there.

“The bowlin’ alley’s closed. They gots an entrance at the back, it's closer to concessions than the one at the front. No glass either.”

His palm stays open and he continues to glare. 

Out of nowhere, a rumble of emotionless baritone shakes your core. 

“ ‘They got—s.’ ”

A shadow of amusement flashes across his lips, at the corners of his mouth. Then, nothin’ as he remains focused on you.

For a moment, no one but the rain speaks.

A small huff exits your nose. “Gots, yes.”

He sounds again.

“I was there.”

Another rainy silence. This time, thunder claps.

“I know. I was tellin’ you where to drive.”

An exhale leaves his nostrils. He blinks for the first time in a while.

“No, you told me where an entrance was.”

A pause.

“Do you even know what you’re say—in’?”

A deep hum vibrates in your throat. You lean against the seat.

Quiet stretches out for about a minute.

“Open your mouth.”

You keep your eyes on him, he does the same. His eyes open a tad bit wider, and his jaw softens. 

Without waitin’ for a response, you reach into his palm and grab the pain-killer. Within the span of seconds, you pry his mouth open, force a finger inside, and push the pill down his throat. 

His jaw immediately closes down on your finger as his hand wraps tightly around your wrist. 

His eyes are even wider—waterin’ and twitchin’ like crazy. At the same time, his brows furrow, jumpin’ with every movement his esophagus makes. By your wrist, he pulls your finger out.

He glares at you intensely. You glare back, watchin’ the way his face and the skin around his neck shifts. He chokes very silently, quietly coughin’ and clearin’ his throat until it stops. Not once does he take his eyes off you. 

Thunder claps, but it fades into the background.

When he finally stops choking, you watch his throat move as he swallows the pill. Then you stare straight ahead, the window’s still fogged. 

His saliva’s still on your finger, though you aren’t too bothered by it. 

“If you’re done, hit the road—would you?”

You buckle up. 

A few beats after, the engine roars and the Cutlass walks.

The drive’s devoid of any conversation for a while. The only noise bein’ from the rain pulverizing the car’s hood. 

You know the bowlin’ alley ain’t that far, at most it’s around three minutes away. So, the foggy window don’t bother you.

Feelin’ the Cutlass round a corner, you know that you’re close. But abruptly, the brakes slam. Your entire upper half jives forward and then slams backward into the wet, leather seat. 

You glare at him. 

The man doesn’t react and keeps his eyes on the road.

Figures.

You unbuckle, then exit. Before you slam the door, you reach under the dash, pick up your Smith, and go on over. The rain drums on your head.

Judgin’ by how far he parked earlier tonight, you know that he’s tryin’ to keep a safe distance from the place. 

You’re only a couple blocks away, so it doesn’t take long. When you arrive, the darkness through the doors confirms that the bowlin’ alley is indeed closed. 

You make your way to the back of the building, stoppin’ about a half-foot away. There’s no knob, only a rusted, cylindrical lockset.

Holdin’ the Smith by the snout, you pistol whip the lockset until it falls. You carefully open the door and enter. 

You pull out your busted lighter and make your way through the building. The carpet tingles and stings against your raw heels. 

Only a foot or two in front of you is visible, so you feel the wall. It stops, your palm rests atop a sticky countertop. You slide over it and approach a dimly lit, heap of wood. You stop a foot away.

It's the cubby, two familiar pairs of boots lie there. You shine the lighter to the right—there’s a shelf of bowlin’ equipment and socks. You place the lighter on an empty cubby.

Snaggin’ a bright green pair of socks, you put them on and grab your boots. The snakeskin makes it easy for your feet to slide in. 

Then you snag another pair of socks, put them in your pocket and grab the other pair of boots. You carry them on your forearm and grab the lighter with your hand. 

Now, you can only really see below you. After a couple steps, you see the lower-half of the counter. 

Carefully, you place a knee on the countertop and push the rest of yourself on top of it. You slide off. You close the lighter as you approach the open door, then exit. The rain crashes down on you and the boots on your forearm.

He’ll get a new pair anyway.

You walk through the puddles of rain at a medium pace. The ground’s slippery, especially when you make it to the sidewalk. You can see the red vehicle in the short distance. 

It only takes about three minutes for you to get back. You place the boots on the floor, slide the lighter into your backpocket, then open the passenger’s side. Grabbin’ the boots, you flip them over to drain them of any water and hand them to the man. Then you hand him the socks—an orange pair.

His still, soulless eyes trace your every movement. You get in and buckle up. 

Slowly, he slides on the socks and boots. 

This time, the engine coughs and he drives without you tellin’ him to.

[bluetooththereptile]

Okay I'm officially basing this version of Bruce's sibling on Tom hardy, WITH those wonky glasses of his and no care in the world.

Guys trying to get to know him be like:

"So uh...you fought in prison?" "A lot, actually" "Wow...and how did you manage to win?" "I like to smother people" "I'm sorry what?" "I smother people to submission when I fight" "Oh right! Right! Nice move!" *mumble* "Lord help your wife" "Did you say something?" "Uh-No! Chocolate?" "Sure" *takes the whole can offered*

[1eonsk]

I don’t have a cool title for this, but I listened to this playlist on spotify while writing this! I’m also not usually a bottom Leon stan but it just felt right. I’m not confident in my smut writing so fr give me feedback pls. Enjoy!!

(if we want more parts lmk)

((sorry for any typos i wrote this at work))

Leon x Reader x Ada btw

“Am I gonna have to catch you here again yln?” Leon says, annoyance on his boyish face.

Officer Leon Kennedy has been in the force for about six months, you and an ally being his case for about four of those months. He always seemed to be right on your toes. Finding you in robberies, car jacking, unregistered firearms, you name it, he’s caught you.

And somehow, someway, you always found your way out. Leon can never find out why, the sheriff started to get on his ass for just how many times you haven’t been charged. The saw it to be fishy, interrogating Leon more times than you’ve been in cuffs.

You sit in the interrogation room, hair pulled back blowing your baby hairs out of your face. A small smirk on your face, Leon sighs. You know damn well Ada should be here by now, although seeing the blue-eyed police officer was the highlight of your day. His stare meets you head on, face void of emotion, minus a slight pink hue on his cheeks.

“I dunno Mr. Kennedy, don’t you have fun with our little chases? Cat and mouse play is not what I thought you were into.”

His pink cheeks become warmer, a small giggle leaving your lips as he scoffs, “Keep it clean yn.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Ada’s voice rings through the intercom. Your smile turns into a grin, while Leon’s face pales. He quickly turns to see the door opening.

Ada’s black body-con dress hugs her curves, her face softening making eye contact with you. Leon stands quickly, pulling his gun out and aiming directly at Ada. She smiles, placing her hands up in a surrendering motion.

“There’s no need Kennedy, we’ll just be on our way out.”

“Like hell you will!” He says, face hard.

“Oh c’mon Kennedy!” You whine, pouting. “Just let me go this once? I’ll be a good girl from here on out! I swear it!”

Leon’s face darkens with pink yet again, this guy can never catch a break from your flirting can he? Your smile turns into a smirk when he shakes his head, pointing his gun at you next.

“yn, this is the last time you’ll see her outside of prison bars. You’ve done way worse things than robbing a bank, and yet, thats why you’ll finally be put away. For good.”

Suddenly, Ada lunges at Leon. As they fight over the gun you easily make your way out of the cuffs. The bobby-pin in your pocket becoming a normal occurrence. Leon is pinned face down on the table, Ada close to his face. Your stomach warms, seeing him pinned down like this feels way more criminal than anything you’ve ever done.

“Don’t worry Leon, I’ll keep our baby out of trouble. Be a good boy and give us a head start at least, yeah?” Her voice low, making your stomach churn with lust.

“You go first babe!” You say happily, moving to hold Leon down. You press a kiss on Ada’s lips, making sure Leon sees.

His eyes burn with desire, whether or not he says it out loud it’s not hard for everyone to see. He attempts to wiggle out of your grasp.

“See you at home, behave this time. No more stolen cars.” She pushes hair out of your face.

“But-”

“No. Stolen. Cars.” Her voice is firm, eyebrow raised. You nod, pouting.

As she sways out of the room, Leon begins to struggle harder. He grunts as you push down harder. You lean close to his ear, hearing the subtle change in his breathing. Your stomach churns again. Desire fills your every thought.

“Please be good, I swear I can make it worth your while.” Leon stiffens, hitting his forehead against the table.

“My job is to catch criminals, not make deals with them.” He says through gritted teeth.

You smile softly, moving your forehead to rest against his shoulder. He stiffens more (if possible at this point.) Your hand grips his wrists harder, letting out a loud sigh.

“If you would give us one night, all of this could go away.”

You let go quickly, sprinting out of the door. Moving quickly out the door Ada left open, you hear Leon shouting something. He’s too close.

You make it out on the street, navigating quickly and smoothly through the traffic and people walking. You hear Leon shout your name, turning to face him.

His face is overcome with a glare, bright red cheeks. Your smile turning into a grin, pulling your hair down from your pony tail you bow dramatically and begin sprinting. You move through a familiar alley, hearing Leon close by. You hide in a doorway, waiting for his footsteps.

“Shit! What the fuck!” He shouts, covering his face with his hands. He reaches for his radio, but isn’t able to send out his message before you dive at him. Tackling him to the ground.

“Gotcha!” You move to pin his hands behind his back again, sitting on his back.

“See! Isn’t this fun?” You say cheerfully. His grunts become louder, more frustrated. “I’m sorry, for what I’m about to do. This is the only way I can get you to cooperate with me.”

You knock him out, his grunts and curses end abruptly. Ada appears from seemingly no where. Her face grim, she leans down and pushes hair out of Leon’s face. Staring you down with an angry look.

“What? This really is the only way we could do this and you know that.” You frown, she presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Let’s move quickly then yn, get him into the car.” She stands as you move to lift him. “Maybe this time, he’ll listen.

Leon wakes to an unfamiliar room. His hands are cuffed to the bed frame, mouth gagged with a cloth. You sit at the edge of the bed, staring off with tears in your eyes. He grunts as he tries to pull his hands away from the bed frame. Your head snaps to him, tears falling from your eyes. You move quickly to the side of the bed, petting his hair and removing the cloth.

“I’m sorry, please don’t be upset. You wouldn’t listen to us, please just give me a moment.”

He looks down at his chest and his heart drops at the sight of no clothing, just his underwear. He whips his head to you, growling.

“What did you do-?”

“No-no-no! Wait, we didn’t touch you! We don’t have air conditioning and it’s hot so- I took them off- you were sweating a lot!” You say, panicked.

“What am I doing here? Who the fuck is we?” He says, anger on his face. He’s breathing fast, Leon looks around attempting to gather his surroundings.

“It’s just us Leon.” Ada says. You stare at her with more tears falling out of your eyes. “She just thought it would be better for you, after I specifically told her it was a bad idea-”

“I just thought.. it-” you say, more tears welling in your eyes.

“Getting me naked was not the move yn.” Leon says. He doesn’t know why, but he feels inclined to cheer you up. He meets your eyes, his gaze dropping to your lips for a moment before looking into your eyes again. He hates that you’ve engrained a soft spot in his heart, although he’s never going to admit to that. You sniffle, moving to sit in front of Ada, your body facing Leon.

“It’s okay sweetheart,” Ada says, petting your hair. Her fingernails scratch softly at your scalp, you shiver.“Talk to him, this is what he’s here for.”

Leon watches closely and she drags a finger nail down your cheek, to your neck, then to your chest finally meeting your-

“Officer Kennedy,” You say, interrupting his thoughts he definitely shouldn’t be having. “I want you, we both do.”

Silence fills the air, he tilts his head in confusion.

“Uh-Okay? So why am I tied up? I still don’t get why I’m even here. What’s going on?”

Ada’s hand stops groping your breast, you both freeze. A good minute of silence later she snorts pulling her hands to her face. You blink rapidly, shaking your head. No, no way. He has to get it right? Is he fucking with the two of you?

“Kennedy, babe,” Ada speaks, her smile apparent in her voice. “She wants you to join us.”

“I’ll never become a criminal. Especially not at this rate.” He says without missing a beat.

Ada snorts again, your mouth drops open. Leon’s cheeks become a bright red. His head tilting again, still confused. You turn around to Ada, a question in your expression. Leon takes the both of you in as you talk quietly.

You have nothing but a tank top and underwear on, Ada is still fully covered in her dress from earlier. The soft candlelight makes it hard to see the two of you very well, but he can spot makeup on the both of you. There’s faux fur on the cuffs, and a vibrator on the bed-

“Oh.” Leon says suddenly, his face darkening with even more color.

You and Ada turn quickly to face him, a blush on your cheeks as well. Leon looks embarrassed, he feels stupid. His head drops and he sighs. When he regains his composer, he meets your eyes, rolling his in annoyance.

“All you had to do was quit fucking up my city’s crime rate and ask yn.”

Your face morphs to shock, even darker can be seen even in the subtle lighting. His eyes drift to your legs, you shift uncomfortably. Ada places a hand on your shoulder and you stop. His eyes meet Ada’s gaze.

“Are you in charge Ada?” He says, his voice an octave lower. Your stomach churns.

She places her hands on your shoulders. Pushing the thin straps down, slowly. Her hands are soft, she smells like vanilla. You whine when she removes her hands just shy of touching your breasts. She kneels next to your ear and whispers something Leon can’t hear. You begin to crawl towards him, settling on his lap. His breath hitches as you lean forward, pressing your lips to his softly.

This kiss feels too intimate, soft and unsure. He pushes forward, his hands grip the cuffs. You can feel him hardening beneath you. You press harder, and the kiss quickly becomes hungry. You pull back, placing your hands on his chest to keep him still.

“If I take off the cuffs, you won’t run?” You say, your face serious. You still sound unsure, still torn up by having to know the poor kid out to get him here.

He’s taken aback by the question, his hard on should’ve been enough proof he wouldn’t. He looks deep into your eyes. Not able to sense any sort of malice.

I guess they both really do just wanna do this.

He nods, eyes on yours. He shifts, a small noise leaving his lips. You smile happily, going to remove the cuffs. He sees Ada moving quickly behind you. Her hand covers yours, staring directly in Leon’s eyes.

“Not yet, keep going.” She says, her voice firm. Your head whips to her, a pout on your lips. She stares into your eyes, shaking her head. You frown harder and remove your hands.

You both lean towards him, your lips on his while Ada begins to suck on his neck. He lets out a breath. Leon gasps when you push your tongue into his mouth, at the same time Ada uses her teeth on his neck.

Your hands move to his underwear, running a finger down his member. He shivers and you pull away. Moving quickly to remove your shirt, his underwear quickly following. You sit on his thighs, using your hand to stroke him slowly.

“Is this okay Officer?” You say, looking at him through your eyelashes.

He moans softly, nodding quickly and bucking his hips. Just how wrong is this?

He pulls at the handcuffs again. Ada stops covering his neck with hickeys, and moves to slowly remove the cuffs. Leon pulls her into a heated kiss, you moan around his cock and Ada pulls away. Leon whines but moves to grope your breasts, another moan leaving the both of you. Ada hums, moving to sit with Leon between her legs. Her dress is hiked up past her thighs, Leon shivers at her warmth.

“Isn’t she gorgeous?” She says into his ear, a whine leaving your lips. Leon nods quickly. She pulls his hands away, the both of them watching you move quickly around him.

You move faster around his cock, Leon whimpers loudly. As you take him, Ada smiles kissing his neck again, she moves to push his hand into your hair. He grips hard, you move quickly up and down his cock, your head bobbing and tongue moving like clock-work.

“That’s my girl yn, just like that.” She says, both you and Leon whining.

“We practiced this,” she says, her voice level. “We used our toys and all she talked about was how much she wanted you. We loved teasing you Kennedy, it made her so wet.”

Leon gasps loudly, throwing his head back. He moans, before attempting to push you off. Your head rises with a pop.

“Please- I want- can I-”

“You wanna fuck her Kennedy?” Ada interrupts, her nails lightly scratching his stomach. He nods quickly.

“Yes- please? I’ll be so good please!” He begs, he almost sounds like he could cry. You’re breathing quickly, shifting your legs. Leon feels Ada nodding at you, and he moves to push you under him.

“C’mon baby, give him what he wants, you’re both being so good for me.”

You lay down, your head on Ada’s thighs. She runs her fingers through your hair. Leon kneels at your cunt, positioning his cock at your hole. You whine, feeling him press forward.

“I’ll go slow.” He says, eyes staring at himself entering you.

“No, she can take it. The whole thing, now.” Ada says, her voice commanding.

You whine as he presses all of himself into you. You moan and the same time, Leon’s infinitely louder. He’s breathing fast, head bowed, eyes closes. He looks at Ada before thrusting carefully, before speeding up.

“There you go,” She says, “Take him, you’re doing so good. My pretty babies.”

Your gasps, Leon’s moans, the slapping of skin fills the room. It’s music to Ada’s ears, motions for Leon to slow down. As you being to whine she removes herself to sit in the corner of the bed, vibrator in hand. She removes her clothing, you and Leon both watch her intently. His thrusts remain slow, the both of you still breathing erratically.

She places a hand on her breast, toying at her nipple. You whine, looking at her desperately. She nods at you letting out a breath. You follow her movement, moaning at your own hand on your nipple. The vibrator buzzes to life, and she places it on her clit. She nods, not looking away from Leon’s cock in your cunt.

His thrusts grow aggressive quickly, your head falling back on the bed. Ada moans, the buzzing making your whole clench. Leon gasps, his thrusts growing erratic.

“So fucking wet.” He says, voice sounding so whiny. So good.

“So good Leon.” You say, looking into his eyes. “Making me feel so good.”

You pull at your nipple harder, wrapping your legs around Leon’s waist. He moves even faster, crying out when you rub at your clit.

“‘M- I’m gonna-” His voice breaks into a whine, leaning forward to take your other nipple into his mouth. You moan loudly, your other hand moving faster, rubbing at your clit.

“Cum for me, both of you.” Ada says, sounding desperate herself.

“C’mon Leon, fill me up. I want it. Please? I’ve been so good.”

The thrusts grow sloppy, his hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. Leon finishes first, shooting himself into your hole. As you feel yourself being filled, you clench around his cock. Ada is the last to finish, moaning loudly, her legs twitching and her head falling back.

Ada is the first to move, cleaning the cum from your cunt. A soft smile on her lips as Leon falls next to you, pulling you into his arms. Ada lays on your other side, wrapping her arms around your waist. She kisses your shoulder, all three of your legs tangled in blankets.

Leon voice breaks the silence, “So… Does this mean you two will stop doing illegal shit?”

“I’ll think about it.” You say, giggling when he groans.

[asimpforthe80s]

Shouldn't Be Attracted To A Criminal..

Starring: Eddie Munson and Murderer!Y/N

Warning: mentions of murder. Drugs. Prison escapee Y/N. Falling in love with a criminal. Kinda short.

Part 2

You had just escaped prison and were on the run. Eddie was waiting for his client in the woods as he heard a rustling in a bush. "Who's there?" He asked, standing up. "Chrissy?" He yelled out, not knowing who was there. He walked over to the bush and saw you, covered in dirt and a little blood. Leaves in your long black hair and scratches on your pink cheeks. You wore a prison uniform. Shit, he thought as he backed up slowly.

You jumped out of the bushes, threatening him with a knife in your hands. "Scream and you're dead, hear me?" Your voice was quiet.

"Woah, woah, woah!!" Eddie said as he held up his hands. "Let's calm down here, alright? No one has to get hurt." He said in a calm voice. "That's right. No one needs to get hurt. So shut up, don't yell, and don't you fucking dare call no one." You walked closer to him, holding your knife tighter in your hands. Eddie tried to move backwards, not wanting to make her mad. "Look, look, I don't have a cell phone. I'm not going to call anyone. Please, just put the knife down." Eddie said in a shaky voice, his eyes darting around nervously. You looked around, searching the area for anyone who might see or hear you. "You waiting for anyone? Is anyone going to come here?"

"No, no one is coming. I swear." Eddie said. "No one is coming. I swear." He said, hoping she would believe him, even though he was lying. "You're only telling me lies, I know it." You held your knife a little tighter and took your free hand to your pocket. "Who. Is. Coming." You said in a harsh tone. Eddie looked down at the ground, feeling trapped now. He was scared of her. "Look, you're right, im lying. I'm waiting for my client. I sell drugs." He looked up at her, his big, brown eyes pleading for mercy. "Okay then. Who is this client of yours?"

"Her name is Chrissy Cunningham. She's wearing a cheerleader uniform." Eddie said. "She's meeting me here so I can give her some cocaine." Eddie said, praying that she would just rob him and not kill him. "When is this 'Chrissy' supposed to meet you here."

"She was supposed to be here 15 minutes ago." Eddie said. "I don't know what's taking so long." He said, glancing at his watch. "Got a car? Van? Motorcycle? Anything?"

"Yeah, I have my van over there, across that clearing. Why do you ask?" He said, pointing towards the clearing. "Need a getaway."

"Heyyyy, wait. Don't get any ideas. I like my van. You can't steal my van! How the hell am I gonna sell my drugs without my van?" Eddie asked. "Goddamnit, people these days." You muttered. Eddie laughed nervously, trying to keep the situation light. "I'm just saying, that van cost me 30 grand, and if you think I'm just gonna let you take it, you gotta be crazy. I make all of my money in that van." He said.

You thought for a few minutes, not saying a word. Eddie stayed quiet, hoping that she wouldn't actually try to steal his van. He didn't know if he could stop her, if she decided to do it. He stood there waiting for her to respond. "Hey, what about you stay at my place instead?" You snapped out of your trance. "What- are you crazy? What if the police come?!" Eddie laughed nervously, "The police aren't gonna come. I know for a fact that no one even knows where I am. The police probably aren't even looking for me yet. And look, if you come with me to my cabin in the woods, I'll share some of the profits from my drug business with you." He said, trying to sweeten the deal.

"Dude.. you're already doing too much by letting me stay at your place, I don't need no money." You reassured him. "Just come with me, I know it seems sketchy, but I promise it's safe." Eddie said. "The place is kinda run down, but it's warm. I just live by myself out there, I don't have a lot of furniture, but I've got a bed and a tv, and a couch." He said, still trying to convince her to come with him, just so he could get his van back. "Huh.. you're quite a weird fellow." You chuckled. "But, fine.. I'll take your offer on lettin' me stay." Eddie sighed in relief. "Thank god, yes! Thank god. Let's get going." He said, starting to head towards his van. He was weird for letting you - a mass murderer - stay with him for no reason.

You followed him back to the white van parked in the clearing. Eddie climbed into the driver seat. "Alright, hop in!" He said, motioning towards the passenger seat. You hopped into the passenger seat. The van smelled like cocaine and tobacco. He started up the van and started driving towards his cabin in the woods. "Hey, what's your name, by the way?" He asked as he drove. "Name's Y/N.. if you tell anyone who I am and where I am, you're dead to me.. and most likely dead in general.."

"No worries of that, I'm not a rat. My name's Eddie." He said. "Nice to meet you Y/N." He put his hand out to shake your hand. "I hope you won't kill me in my sleep later on, hahaha." He laughed. You laughed. "No promises!" You paused. "Nah man, just kiddin' with ya." Eddie laughed nervously, hoping she was joking. "Heh, you better be." He said, chuckling. As he drove along the dirt road through the woods, Eddie started to relax a bit as they were getting closer to his cabin. He hoped you wouldn't try to murder him. "Yeah, I'm joking.. don't worry.. it sounds sketchy, but so does letting a murderer stay in your cabin in the middle of nowhere, so we're even?"

"Yeah, I guess you could put it like that." Eddie said, still feeling a little uncomfortable. "I swear, if you kill me in this van, I'm going to be so pissed haha." He chuckled, looking over at you to see your reaction. You laughed. "You can check me if ya want, but I ain't got no knife on me." Eddie chuckled as well, as he parked the van in front of a small cabin in the woods. "We're here." He said, getting out of the car. As he walked over to the front door, he opened it up. "I told you my place was a little run down, but it's got everything you need." He said with a shrug. "Ooh, nice tho.." you said and got out.

"Well, come in, come on in." Eddie said, inviting you inside. The cabin looked to be about 30 or 40 years old. The paint was fading, and in some areas it was chipped away all together. The furniture was old, with wear and tear, some of it in need of a replacement. "So whatdya think?" He asked. "Looks nice to be this old.. got any spare clothes? Walkin' 'round in a prison uniform isn't good.."

"Yeah, I can find some clothes for you. What size?" Eddie asked. He started walking upstairs. "You can hang out up there, and I will get you some new clothes. Make yourself at home, alright?" He said as he climbed the stairs towards his bedroom. "Yeah, I don't care about the size, tho.." You smiled a little, feeling an unfamiliar warmth. "Alright." Eddie said as he walked into his room. He started rummaging around until he found a shirt, pair of jeans, and a hoodie that would fit you. "Here." He said, heading back downstairs. "You can change in the bathroom if you want." Eddie said as he gave you the clothes.

"Thanks, man." Walking over to the bathroom, you smiled, feeling that weird warmth inside you again. What was this? Why did you suddenly feel like this around him? It was weird. You thought as you changed. The scent of him still on the clothes made your head spin. Fuck, did you like him? You got nervous as you walked out to him again. The clothes were a little too big, but you liked it better that way anyway.

Eddie blushed a little as he looked you up and down. He didn't expect you to look so good outside of those prison clothes. "Huh, those are pretty big on you. Are you comfy in there?" He asked, trying not to look at... certain areas. "Yeah, I kinda like it.." You tried your best to ignore the feelings you felt around him. It was intoxicating to you. You hated that you loved it.

As Eddie looked at you, he couldn't help but notice your lips, how soft they looked. "Uhm, yeah, I'm just gonna take a shower really quickly. You, uh, go ahead and look around, but just don't touch anything, ok? I'll be out here if you need anything." Eddie said as he began to walk towards the bathroom. He was really nervous now, and this time it wasn't because you were a dangerous criminal. "Yep, got it." You smiled and sat down.

Eddie took a deep breath before walking through the door to the bathroom. As soon as it closed behind him, he screamed out in frustration. "Why the hell is she so beautiful?" He muttered under his breath as he turned the water on and began to strip his clothes off. "I shouldn't be attracted to a dangerous criminal like her, but damn she's perfect."

Tell me if y'all want a pt.2!

[colormepurplex2]

Play With Fire | JHS

▻ Play With Fire ↳ Arsonist!Hoseok x Criminal!f.Reader ⤜ Crime AU ⤜ Infatuated Lovers ⤜ WC: 8,170 ⤜ Rating: MA🔞 ⤜ Summary: Together forever- a promise. I'll never leave you- a guarantee.

Like a moth to the flame, you were drawn in from the moment you laid eyes on Jung Hoseok. Clouds of smoke and ash billowed around him, dark smudges on his cheeks and a wild, manic grin on his face. You had just finished emptying out the safe in the back office when some psycho threw a molotov through the front window of the convenience store. As you scrambled through the window you used to enter, you made the snap decision to run after the pyromaniac.

Little did you know you'd catch fire in an instant and burn hotter than hell. But, you're not the only thing burning. When a job goes sideways, you both vow to make the world burn...starting with the asshole that's betrayed you. He wants to play with fire; so you'll see to it that he burns. This is the first installment for a new mini-series, Burning Up. ⚠️  Blowjob, theft, dark thoughts revolving around arson and petty crimes, Yoongi is a crime kingpin that you and Hoseok work for, talk of murder, outdoor sex, sub/dom tones, manhandling, fire play, creampie, orgasm denial/edging, praise, restraints, fingering, guns/someone gets shot, blood, it’s all a little dark. Each part will have specific warnings at the top.

Chapter 1. Strike A Match

Chapter 2. Going Up In Smoke

Part of the Bangtan Writers HQ February 2023 “Hearts On Fire” Writing Event.

Can also be found on: Ao3 | Wattpad

◅ Back to Master List ©️   2023-02-07   ColorMePurplex2  

[saeyoungchoismaid]

[5:24 pm]

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can or will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you.”

You look over your shoulder as the annoying, blue haired prick slaps handcuffs on you. You’ve been playing this game of cat and mouse for months. Looks like the cat has finally caught his prey. 

“Nothing to say?” he teases, a shit eating grin on his face as he presses his crotch against your ass. Douchebag. 

You bite your lip as he starts to grind against you, your eyes fluttering as want start to fill your core. “Maybe if you ask really nicely, I can let you off with a warning. How about it?” he whispers breathily in your ear. 

[terrible-turtles]

I'm Coming After You by Owl City gives me Bayverse Turtles X Criminal Reader vibes