#thread; wilfus

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@noisylilthings [sc.]

The trouble with the criminal world was that sometimes it just felt too darn small. He’d gotten along fine with Cooper’s Mafia — they had multiple beneficial arrangements together; and he’d been friends with the Masters. Hell, he’d watched the man slumped before him grow since Christian was just a kid. In a way, he was proud of what the kid had accomplished; and yet, the kid annoyed him: eliminating the competition left and right without a care for the old unspoken rules (not that it didn’t solve whole bunch of problems; but it created new ones too), muscling into the space like he’d owned it.

Wilfus admired the ambition the other had, but the fact that Christian and his parents had differing ideologies would eventually lead to a certain kind of chaos that wasn’t healthy of the of criminal underground. He’d been tasked with reining the other in, and taking him down a couple of notches — and Wilfus knew the surest way to do it. All it took was a special party that had a certain prestigious guest list, and couple of strippers and whores, and couple of drug-laced drinks, and here Christian was, shirtless and out like a light on his marbled floor — and right where he wanted him. Most of the guests and people he hired had already dispersed from the venue, and the remainder were either in it for the show or for a chance to participate.

The smuggler kicked the unconscious body lightly, and satisfied that the young Masters was still completely knocked out, began to squat down and undress him. There wouldn’t be a need for any restrains, no; because even if Masters did wake up in the middle of the proceedings he’d be too weak and groggy to fight back.

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@shadeofthedawn; mal [sc.]

“Between you and me, I ain’t go no desire to kill ye, or cross swords — at least not in the literal sense.” Wilfus inclined his head at the other, his sword currently still in his scabbard. He wasn’t the kind that killed first and asked questions never; which tend to lend him a curious sort of reputation on the open waters. Though if anyone did try to take advantage of it, they’ll soon learn he could be far more cruel and ruthless than they’d ever imagined. “Call me curious, but which noble did ye piss the fuck off that they’ll put that fucking large of a bounty on yer head?”

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[ good ] to Silas or Wilfus

@whxrewxlves​ [from here]

“Oh Mikey.” Wilfus cooed, “I heard ye’ve been such a good good boy. My brother tells me how ye took him and his knot so well in front of the pack, how you lapped up whatever remained, and cleaned him off.” He ruffled the other’s hair as if he would a pet, before his hands became a little more guiding, subtly pushing the kneeling man toward his crotch, “The plug’s been in there how many hours now? Think ye deserve a reward?”

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@rangersluts

When he’d planned to infiltrate the team, Wilfus hadn’t accounted for his nephew being one of the rangers. It must have been some kind of divine power at work, because roping Robb into his devious and indecorous scheme was going to be icing on the cake.

He wasn’t flashy — he liked to work behind the scenes; Wilfus was a villain through and through but the best thing was hardly anyone knew. And he’d like to keep it that way. He wasn’t those that craved power and recognition for it; no, he craved a different sort of power, power over people, over the heroes, the Rangers.

So here Wilfus was, having found himself instated as the medical doctor of the team. He was hardly a doctor but knew enough medical knowledge to pass for one after he’d disposed of the team’s previous one. Already he had them pliant and slowly getting addicted to a drug (one he prescribed to reduce their stress) that left them relaxed but with the eventual heat and intense burning from the inside that they’ll come to him for relief. Robb, his nephew was the only one he hadn’t really had a chance to prime by virtue of not being in base much since Wilfus had started working here. At least until now anyway; he’d scheduled a mandatory physical examination for the Pink Ranger after reviewing his charts and noting that his nephew’s last physical was at least a couple months back.