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damaged-but-unbroken:

gray-eyed-goddess:

"Get. Out." She growled, ignoring his question. Yeah, it hurt like hell. And the sooner her got his ass out of there, the sooner she could go fix it. But until this numbskull, this absolute moron went home, she was stuck here.

Cold, in pain, angry.

Tempted to shoot.

"You have no business here. So leave."

"I…still have a bit of business here…." He breathed before swallowing hard. He quickly grabbed the hand she had the gun in and pinned it to the building before pushing her against the building with his body and pinning her other hand with his. He leaned in toward her neck and breathed in deeply. Fuck. He was gonna get it now. Might as well make the most of it though. He roughly grinded against her, moaning lowly as he shut his eyes.

Her eyes widened, something that hadn’t been there in a while recognizable in her expression.

Fear.

Being the child of two mobsters, you don’t exactly lead the best life. A shit ton of her dad’s “employees” who had been hired to “train” her always ended up pinning her to something or other and well…ya know.

She’d trained herself, made herself stronger just to try to prevent this. And now here she was. She remembered why she was to show no mercy. Because in the end, it’d always end bad for her.

Liquid streamed down her cheeks. Tears? …no, it can’t be.

"P-please…please don’t rape me…"

Riku eyes shot open and he froze at her words. “What…?” He pulled away and looked at her with wide eyes. She was crying…because of him. He quickly let go over and backed away from her. What the fuck was going on? He didn’t expect something like this to happen with someone who seemed so cold. But maybe that’s why she was so cold. “Fuck…I’m..I’m not going to do anything to you….” He shook his head and started making his way out of the alley, pretty sure he’s still got a chance of getting shot.

Of course he leaves. As soon as he breaks her.

Trembling too bad to move, she just stared. Why? Why would anyone think that was okay? “Just…just leave…” she mumbled, picking at the wrists and gritting her teeth. Gathering her remaining strength, she glared. She wiped her eyes, grabbed the gun and glared. “Y-you’ve already caused me enough fucking trouble, now get out.” She said, voice cracking occasionally. Fuck.

chatshire: "Hé," ~Luce

"Hi!"

damaged-but-unbroken:

gray-eyed-goddess:

"Get. Out." She growled, ignoring his question. Yeah, it hurt like hell. And the sooner her got his ass out of there, the sooner she could go fix it. But until this numbskull, this absolute moron went home, she was stuck here.

Cold, in pain, angry.

Tempted to shoot.

"You have no business here. So leave."

"I…still have a bit of business here…." He breathed before swallowing hard. He quickly grabbed the hand she had the gun in and pinned it to the building before pushing her against the building with his body and pinning her other hand with his. He leaned in toward her neck and breathed in deeply. Fuck. He was gonna get it now. Might as well make the most of it though. He roughly grinded against her, moaning lowly as he shut his eyes.

Her eyes widened, something that hadn’t been there in a while recognizable in her expression.

Fear.

Being the child of two mobsters, you don’t exactly lead the best life. A shit ton of her dad’s “employees” who had been hired to “train” her always ended up pinning her to something or other and well…ya know.

She’d trained herself, made herself stronger just to try to prevent this. And now here she was. She remembered why she was to show no mercy. Because in the end, it’d always end bad for her.

Liquid streamed down her cheeks. Tears? …no, it can’t be.

"P-please…please don’t rape me…"

damaged-but-unbroken:

gray-eyed-goddess:

damaged-but-unbroken:

gray-eyed-goddess:

"Call me a bitch again, fucker. I. Dare. You."

Don’t do it.

Don’t.

Pulling the gun away from his head a bit, she backed up. “I’ll let you go. If you promise not to come back. Who knows what kinda of STDs you’ve plagued us with…” she gave him a stern look, gun still raised. “Now, if you’re going to shut up and just leave, I’m going to need you to punch me. Somewhere, anywhere. As long as it leaves a noticeable bruise. I need to make it look like there was a struggle.”

"Now, if you aren’t going to leave, I’m going to have to kill you."

Riku slowly turned to look at her fully. He rubbed his neck with one of his hands as he looked at her, furrowing his brows as he considered her offer. Even though they were in rival families, it just didn’t sit right with him to just hit her. “You can’t just hit yourself?” He whispered, averting his eyes as he stared down the alley. Fuck, why was he feeling like this now? He raised his other hand and placed it over where she bit him. He didn’t want to admit it, but her bite had really turned him on.

"…pussy."

Ava walked up to the wall, taking a deep breath before slamming her knee hard into the bricks. “Fuck!” She exclaimed through grit teeth. She figured the bruise would help make them assume she’d taken care of it.

"Now get out." She said, backing up slightly. She used the barrel of her gun to motion for him to go back to the slum he’d emerged from. She tried to ignore the pain in her now bleeding knee as she stared at him.

Riku shrugged at what she had called him, figuring it was pretty accurate considering. He looked back at her as she hit the wall with her knee. He stared down at her knee even as she shooed him away. “That hurts, doesn’t it?” He asked, his eyes traveling back up to her face as he bit his lip.

"Get. Out." She growled, ignoring his question. Yeah, it hurt like hell. And the sooner her got his ass out of there, the sooner she could go fix it. But until this numbskull, this absolute moron went home, she was stuck here.

Cold, in pain, angry.

Tempted to shoot.

"You have no business here. So leave."

damaged-but-unbroken:

gray-eyed-goddess:

"Call me a bitch again, fucker. I. Dare. You."

Don’t do it.

Don’t.

Pulling the gun away from his head a bit, she backed up. “I’ll let you go. If you promise not to come back. Who knows what kinda of STDs you’ve plagued us with…” she gave him a stern look, gun still raised. “Now, if you’re going to shut up and just leave, I’m going to need you to punch me. Somewhere, anywhere. As long as it leaves a noticeable bruise. I need to make it look like there was a struggle.”

"Now, if you aren’t going to leave, I’m going to have to kill you."

Riku slowly turned to look at her fully. He rubbed his neck with one of his hands as he looked at her, furrowing his brows as he considered her offer. Even though they were in rival families, it just didn’t sit right with him to just hit her. “You can’t just hit yourself?” He whispered, averting his eyes as he stared down the alley. Fuck, why was he feeling like this now? He raised his other hand and placed it over where she bit him. He didn’t want to admit it, but her bite had really turned him on.

"…pussy."

Ava walked up to the wall, taking a deep breath before slamming her knee hard into the bricks. “Fuck!” She exclaimed through grit teeth. She figured the bruise would help make them assume she’d taken care of it.

"Now get out." She said, backing up slightly. She used the barrel of her gun to motion for him to go back to the slum he’d emerged from. She tried to ignore the pain in her now bleeding knee as she stared at him.

mrs-ostrich:

Okay but imagine person A of your otp picking up sleepy person B and carrying them to bed and person B just snuggles their face into person A’s shoulder you know on second thought don’t imagine that

damaged-but-unbroken:

gray-eyed-goddess:

damaged-but-unbroken:

gray-eyed-goddess:

"Oh, I hadn’t realized I had a sexist pig on my hands. That means you get the special treatment…"

She let her bandana slip down to her neck before she bit down on his neck. Hard. Breaking the skin, letting it bleed. It was always fun to make them suffer. She pressed the gun closer to his head, finger about to squeeze the trigger as she grabbed his throat.

"You see…" she let the the words come out like a gentle puff of air against the bleeding teeth marks as she tightened her grip on his throat. "I’m who the boss send out when shit needs to get done. So, you can bet your ass that I’m gonna fucking finish your." A soft growl rose in her throat as she stared him down.

"You’ve caused me a lot of trouble, ya lil’ shit. I have a reputation to uphold, got it? So, betrer get your last words out before I throw your corpse in the dumpster. The big guy likes to know all these prissy pretty boy’s last words…"

Riku clenched his jaw tightly at the pain he felt in his neck. What was with this girl? His body began to shake as he realized just how much danger he was in. His eyes darted about as he tried to think of a way out of the situation. “Would…would you really be happy with just killing me?” He chocked out, gritting his teeth as he tried to breath in. “Just going to do as you’re told and go back to whatever lame ass shit you did everyday? Don’t want to have some…fun?”

"Fun? What the fuck do you mean, fun? I wasn’t sent out here for fun. I was sent out here to send a message to you and your shitty parents. But…maybe I could keep you. Hold you for a ransom. That’d be fun." She smirked, shooting him a glare. "Though I doubt that’s what you meant, huh? I’m not an object to be toyed around with, son." She squeezed his throat again, fury burning in those fierce gray eyes; eyes just like her father’s.

"I might go around fucking people left and right, but that doesn’t mean I’m like that all the time, bitch. You Richards need to fucking lighten up…" He said with a groan, struggling a bit against her hold. "The fuck did I even do to deserve all of this? You asses were going to kill me? For reals?" He had never really thought about how bad the blood was between their families.

"Call me a bitch again, fucker. I. Dare. You."

Don’t do it.

Don’t.

Pulling the gun away from his head a bit, she backed up. “I’ll let you go. If you promise not to come back. Who knows what kinda of STDs you’ve plagued us with…” she gave him a stern look, gun still raised. “Now, if you’re going to shut up and just leave, I’m going to need you to punch me. Somewhere, anywhere. As long as it leaves a noticeable bruise. I need to make it look like there was a struggle.”

"Now, if you aren’t going to leave, I’m going to have to kill you."

damaged-but-unbroken:

gray-eyed-goddess:

"Oh, I hadn’t realized I had a sexist pig on my hands. That means you get the special treatment…"

She let her bandana slip down to her neck before she bit down on his neck. Hard. Breaking the skin, letting it bleed. It was always fun to make them suffer. She pressed the gun closer to his head, finger about to squeeze the trigger as she grabbed his throat.

"You see…" she let the the words come out like a gentle puff of air against the bleeding teeth marks as she tightened her grip on his throat. "I’m who the boss send out when shit needs to get done. So, you can bet your ass that I’m gonna fucking finish your." A soft growl rose in her throat as she stared him down.

"You’ve caused me a lot of trouble, ya lil’ shit. I have a reputation to uphold, got it? So, betrer get your last words out before I throw your corpse in the dumpster. The big guy likes to know all these prissy pretty boy’s last words…"

Riku clenched his jaw tightly at the pain he felt in his neck. What was with this girl? His body began to shake as he realized just how much danger he was in. His eyes darted about as he tried to think of a way out of the situation. “Would…would you really be happy with just killing me?” He chocked out, gritting his teeth as he tried to breath in. “Just going to do as you’re told and go back to whatever lame ass shit you did everyday? Don’t want to have some…fun?”

"Fun? What the fuck do you mean, fun? I wasn’t sent out here for fun. I was sent out here to send a message to you and your shitty parents. But…maybe I could keep you. Hold you for a ransom. That’d be fun." She smirked, shooting him a glare. "Though I doubt that’s what you meant, huh? I’m not an object to be toyed around with, son." She squeezed his throat again, fury burning in those fierce gray eyes; eyes just like her father’s.

damaged-but-unbroken:

gray-eyed-goddess:

gray-eyed-goddess:

"Ava, get your ass in here!"

"Piss off."

She absent-mindedly continued her work out as her mom’s yells became louder, and louder and louder.

Bitch.

She’d always been more of a Daddy’s girl. But Jace…that son of a bitch kissed their mom’s ass like there was no tomorrow….

Ava bit her lip, a smirk crossing her face as she pulled her bandana up and over her mouth and nose. Gun cocked and ready to fire, she thought she’d have a little fun.

Deadly silent, she snuck up behind the boy. Grinning, she counted to three in that fucked up little mind of hers.

One…

Two…

Three, bitch.

Lifting her leg, she slammed it hard into the small of his back, shoving him up against a wall. He had a few inches on her, but she figured she could use her height to her advantage. Using her free arm, she twisted his arm behind his back, wedging his other arm between him and the wall.

Her knee remained pressed against his back as she placed the cold barrel of the gun to the back of his head, a cold laugh passing her lips, followed by a hidden grin that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

"So what brings you here, Loda? Want to schedule a playdate? You really should’ve called in advance. We don’t like it when people come over…uninvited."

Shit, he hadn’t been expecting this. He swallowed hard as he assessed his situation. Gun to his head, knee on his back, both arms restrained. Not a good position to be in.

"I was just passing through, Richards, I’ve got to say though, the women you have around here need a bit of work. Can’t say I was satisfied by the performance so may I would like to schedule a playdate. I’m sure you’d be a pretty nice." He sneered with a smirk. He was pretty sure he wasn’t helping the situation, but serious could she be with that gun of hers?

"Oh, I hadn’t realized I had a sexist pig on my hands. That means you get the special treatment…"

She let her bandana slip down to her neck before she bit down on his neck. Hard. Breaking the skin, letting it bleed. It was always fun to make them suffer. She pressed the gun closer to his head, finger about to squeeze the trigger as she grabbed his throat.

"You see…" she let the the words come out like a gentle puff of air against the bleeding teeth marks as she tightened her grip on his throat. "I’m who the boss send out when shit needs to get done. So, you can bet your ass that I’m gonna fucking finish your." A soft growl rose in her throat as she stared him down.

"You’ve caused me a lot of trouble, ya lil’ shit. I have a reputation to uphold, got it? So, betrer get your last words out before I throw your corpse in the dumpster. The big guy likes to know all these prissy pretty boy’s last words…"

gray-eyed-goddess:

"Ava, get your ass in here!"

"Piss off."

She absent-mindedly continued her work out as her mom’s yells became louder, and louder and louder.

Bitch.

She’d always been more of a Daddy’s girl. But Jace…that son of a bitch kissed their mom’s ass like there was no tomorrow….

Ava bit her lip, a smirk crossing her face as she pulled her bandana up and over her mouth and nose. Gun cocked and ready to fire, she thought she’d have a little fun.

Deadly silent, she snuck up behind the boy. Grinning, she counted to three in that fucked up little mind of hers.

One…

Two…

Three, bitch.

Lifting her leg, she slammed it hard into the small of his back, shoving him up against a wall. He had a few inches on her, but she figured she could use her height to her advantage. Using her free arm, she twisted his arm behind his back, wedging his other arm between him and the wall.

Her knee remained pressed against his back as she placed the cold barrel of the gun to the back of his head, a cold laugh passing her lips, followed by a hidden grin that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

"So what brings you here, Loda? Want to schedule a playdate? You really should’ve called in advance. We don’t like it when people come over…uninvited."