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Pair of Aces - Chapter 6. Day Six

Pair of Aces

Chapter 6. Day Six

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 10k

Summary: Things get messy with the Butterflies and even messier with our pair back at the motel. Chapter Content: Graphic violence/ Canon-typical violence, Explosions, Blood, Mild gore, Smut (F/M)

A/N: It's finally heeeeere! Sorry this took a trillion years, real life has been a pain and this is a beast of a chapter. Hopefully, the length (and 🔥content🔥) will make up for the delay! All I have to say is that it's the last night in the motel and we all knew where this was headed 👀

(NOTE: The smut-specific content warnings are after the cut because they kind of include spoilers, please read at your own discretion!)

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*SPOILERS* Kissing, Biting (like, a lot), Nipple play, Fingering (F receiving), Oral (F and M receiving), Hair Pulling, a little Facefucking, PIV, Rough sex, Unprotected sex, Creampie, a tiny bit of Cum play *END SPOILERS*

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She groaned as her alarm went off way earlier than she ever would have liked. They needed an early start to put their plan into action but that didn't mean she had to enjoy it. The grumpy wake-up call was followed by a rushed breakfast of fruit and granola bars. They needed to be at the mission site and finish preparing for the Glen Tai delivery before their scheduled drop-off at noon. The pair were finally finishing gearing up just before it was time to head out.

She looked over at the mess spread out on his bed and rolled her eyes. "You don't need four guns, Vig. You only have two hands."

"What if one of the guns gets knocked out of my hands?"

She sighed. "Okay, fine. Three guns, then you have an extra. But that's it!"

"But what if another one gets knocked out of my hands!"

"Then you're bad at your job and shouldn't be in the field." She shot him a pointed look.

"Hm." Vig wrinkled his nose in thought as he packed away the three weapons. "Note to self: don't let the bad guys take more than one gun." He finished fiddling with his gear and met her at the front door.

"Ready for this?"

She grinned at him. "This is what I live for. Let's go."

They climbed in the Sebring and headed over to the unassuming farmhouse, anxious to get the day started.

The plan was simple. First, they needed to get into the tunnels before the delivery was scheduled to arrive. They had scoped out a route the night before while exploring, so that was easy. They'd place the adhesive explosion prototypes Task Force X had included in their gear along key structure points in the tunnels.

When the Butterflies show up, they would blow up the entrance to trap them inside and then mow them down in waves until nothing was left standing. After that, they could collapse the tunnel exit once they were clear and call it a day. Just some high-tech explosions and murder. You know, simple stuff.

Setting up was the easiest part, planting the sticky-backed bombs evenly along the cavern went smoothly. Then they camped out by the car, well hidden behind the foliage, and waited for the delivery truck's arrival.

Shortly after noon, a large white delivery truck pulled up to the edge of the property. Two dozen people climbed out the back, all carrying crates full of glass jars into the house.

They waited for a few moments to ensure they wouldn't be spotted and then quickly followed after them. They knew exactly where the hatch was this time, kicking it open and dropping down to catch the delivery squad off guard.

She could barely take her eyes off him as he immediately opened fire on the group of Butterflies. He was a blur of black and teal as he expertly cleared the room, dropping half the group with ease. The noise was insane, gunfire and screams mixed with smashing glass and broken crates. The remaining people begin screeching and running down the underground maze in an attempt to escape.

That was her cue, she whipped out the prototype trigger and started setting off the bombs furthest back first. Several loud booms sounded one after the other and the tunnels began collapsing, trapping the Butterflies in an increasingly smaller space as Vigilante pushed forward.

She followed along behind him, double-tapping the downed bodies through the skull to ensure they all stayed down. She didn't even have a clear shot ahead as Vig raced after the last few stragglers.

Fucking hell, he's good at this.

He had managed to take down nearly the entire group in less than a half hour. Finally the last of the screeching stopped and he popped back into view. He walked back towards her and headed to the ladder leading back to the farmhouse.

"All clear! Let's blow this fucker up!"

She laughed a little at his obvious excitement, but hell he deserved it after that performance. She turned around and started walking back with him, pulling out the trigger to set off the last two charges. Just as she pressed the 3-second timer, her foot caught on a splintered crate and she tumbled to the floor.

She scrambled to get back up, she needed to get the hell out of range immediately. Suddenly two strong hands were wrapped around her, Vigilante tugged her off the filthy ground and around the corner just before the walls collapsed behind her.

"Holy shit!" She coughed violently as she rolled over and stared up at the roof of the nearly destroyed cavern.

Vigilante was on the ground next to her, covered in dirt. He looked over at her. "You good?"

She carefully inspected herself for any damage, minus some dirt of her own everything seemed fine. "Yeah, still all in one piece." She looked back at him. "Thanks."

He wiped off his visor and wiped the dust off his pants as he stood up. "No problem. I wasn't going to let you get blown up, that would just be stupid."

She scrambled to her feet and surveyed the damage. Everything behind them was blown to rubble, the entire system of tunnels had been reduced to a pile of rocks and dirt, effectively camouflaging all the bodies they'd left behind. She would have been one of them if Vigilante hadn't grabbed her.

"Well, I'm glad you also think me dying is stupid." She shot him a grateful smile and grabbed his arm, tugging him towards the exit they'd blocked off for their escape route. "Come on, let's get the fuck out of this mess."

"One second!" He stopped in his tracks and whipped his phone out of his pocket. Turning around, he angled his front-facing camera and snapped a picture throwing a peace sign with the collapsed rubble behind him.

"Peacemaker is gonna love this, what a great day."

She was halfway up the exit ladder with him closely behind, tucking his phone into his utility belt. After they both made it back to the car a safe distance away, she detonated the last explosive and the entrance to the tunnel collapsed in on itself, destroying a significant portion of the house's foundation along with it. She stared for a moment at the destruction, the culmination of the entire week-long mission. They'd done it, had a literal blast and successfully completed their objective. Tomorrow they'd check out of the motel and be back in Evergreen by dinner. A pang hit her stomach at the thought but she wasn't sure why.

Shoving the thoughts aside, she climbed into the passenger seat of the Sebring. Vig had just started driving them back to town when the tinny echoes of Aqua started playing from his pocket.

“Ah shit, can you grab that?”

She reached over and grabbed the cell phone out of his utility belt. Checking the display, she saw that it was Harcourt calling.

The call was quick. After informing Emilia about what they’d found and why they had needed to blow the whole thing up, she promised to file the reports quickly and it was all taken care of.

She hung up the phone and looked over at Vigilante with an unimpressed expression. "So, why the fuck is your ringtone 'Barbie Girl'?"

“Hey! Aqua is the bomb!" He was immediately defensive, under no circumstances would Vigilante tolerate Aqua slander.

"Obviously, I would never insult the legendary Europop group Aqua! I just think Barbie Girl is super overrated." She shrugged dismissively. "Dr.Jones does way more of the heavy lifting on Aquarium and never gets the same respect."

He scoffed in disgust. “Uh, hard no. Barbie Girl is the definitive Aqua single, no contest.”

"Clearly you've been concussed because you're talking absolute fucking nonsense right now." She was not going to back down from this, he was undeniably incorrect. However, the offended noises he emitted in response did not seem to agree with her.

"Look, there's only one way to settle this debate. Pass me the aux cord!" She pulled out her phone and gestured towards him.

Vig coughed awkwardly. “Uh…yeah, so the Vigilantemobile doesn't have one. Cassettes or CDs only."

"Fucking cassettes?" She wrinkled her nose. "Dude, your car sucks."

He sighed. "Yeah, I know. But it's mine, you know?" He patted the steering wheel fondly. "Anyways, just pop the glove box."

She grabbed at the latch in front of her and opened the passenger glove box. Stuffed next to some crumpled papers and napkins was a beat-up CD folder. She flipped it open and quickly located the bright blue disc they needed, Aqua's debut album Aquarium. She briefly stared down at the decades-old CD, it truly was a relic of the past, just like the Sebring.

She popped the album into the disc drive and queued up track three before grinning at him.

"Ready to lose?"

"You fucking wish." Vig took his eyes off the road for a second to address her with a deadly serious tone. “You do not get to be Barbie right now, got it?”

“Damn dude, fine. It’s all you.” She threw up her hands in deference and accepted her role as Ken.

Hiya, Barbie. Hi, Ken! You wanna go for a ride? Sure, Ken. Jump in!

She waited patiently as Vig sang out the chorus by himself. She hated to admit it but he really was nailing the song.

I'm a blonde bimbo girl in a fantasy world Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly You're my doll, rock and roll, feel the glamour in pink Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky-panky

She paused for a moment after finishing her two lines of the verse.

Has Aqua always been this horny? Geez.

Vig finally finished singing along with the track and “How do you not love this song?”

“I do! It’s a great track, that was never in question. I just think it’s overrated in comparison. You’ll see.” She skipped forward a track and queued up her song.

“You can do the chorus and the dude parts but that’s it, okay?” She had her own rules for this sing-off too.

He nodded at her. “That’s fair.”

Sometimes the feelin' is right You fall in love for the first time Heartbeat and kisses so sweet Summertime love in the moonlight

It had been ages since she listened to this album but she still knew all the words by heart, Dr.Jones really was the supporting pillar of Aquarium.

Baby, I am missin' you I want you by my side And I hope you'll miss me too Come back and stay I'll think about you every day I really want you too You swept my feet right off the ground You're the love I found

Her cheeks hurt from grinning with enthusiasm as they belted out the duet verse and launched into the chorus together. There was nothing like some impromptu karaoke to cap off a brutal murder spree!

The song faded out just as Vig pulled into the motel parking lot and the pair tumbled into their room, giddy from all the adrenaline and Europop.

She kicked off her boots and unzipped her dirt-covered jacket, tossing them in a pile by the door. She was relieved her outfit underneath was still fairly clean, it had been a very messy day.

"So, are you going to change your ringtone now that we've established the superior song?" She spun around to grin at him, expecting a snappy defence of Barbie Girl but she was startled by just how close he was.

He had finished stripping off his armour and was just in his black shirt and pants standing right behind her. She took a step back to make some room between them but he stepped towards her in return, quickly invading her space. She shuffled backwards and he was almost directly in front of her when she suddenly collided with the back of the couch and nearly toppled over.

"Woah!"

His hands reached out and grabbed onto her shoulders at the same time she instinctively wrapped hers around his waist to steady herself. She was caught off guard by how warm and solid he felt under her hands. She fisted her fingers into the material of his shirt and suddenly felt something …wet?

"Uh, who's blood is this?" She awkwardly let him go and brought her hand up to show him the bright red splotches left on her skin.

"Oh, shit!" He jumped back from her and immediately tugged at his shirt, feeling out the stain she had discovered on his side. He grimaced as he felt the blood-soaked fabric and quickly stripped it off. Her eyes widened at the unexpected sight of a now half-naked Vigilante in front of her, wildly spinning around on the way to the bathroom mirror trying to inspect himself for wounds. He shut the door behind him and she heard water running for a moment.

She was still in a bit of a daze staring at the bathroom door when he came back out a few minutes later.

"False alarm, definitely not my blood but man was there a lot of it. Did I miss any?" He gestured at his still-bare torso and held his arms out, slowly spinning in a circle for her to inspect.

Oh, goddammit.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to remain calm as she surveyed his barely dressed body. He was in incredible shape, that's for certain. There were a few droplets of water dripping down his chest, drawing her eye across his pecs and down his abs, before hitting the waistband of his tactical pants. Frankly, she wasn't sure if she was disappointed or not that there wasn't any blood left on him.

Fuck. Okay, that's enough.

She swallowed hard and shook her head, managing to tear her gaze away from him. "You're all good." She was halfway into giving him a thumbs up before she remembered the mess on her hand.

"Gross." She murmured, looking down at the bloodstains.

"Here, let me help." Vigilante quickly grabbed something from the bathroom, walked over and grabbed her wrist. He held her hand up and gently wiped a damp washcloth across her palm, slowly washing away the blood.

She fought down a blush at how close he suddenly was, still shirtless. She could feel the heat radiating from his bare skin. She stared down at his hands working to clean her up, slightly dazed at how sweet he was being. Two hours ago, those same hands were responsible for the deaths of over a dozen people and now they were ever so softly holding hers, cleaning off his victim's blood.

He swiped the cloth over her palm one more time and then stepped back a bit. "There we go."

"Thanks."

"No problem! You should probably take your shirt off now."

Her dazed mind raced to process the sudden request. "W-what?"

He frowned in concern. "To make sure there's no blood on you?"

"Oh."

She was still entirely distracted and without thinking, moved her hand to grab the edge of her shirt. She was about to lift it over her head when Vigilante interrupted her, holding out her duffel bag in his hands.

"You should clean up and get changed, the bathroom's all yours!"

"Right, yes. Obviously. That makes sense." She dropped the hem of her top and lost the fight against blushing, turning a lovely shade of tomato red as she grabbed her bag, ran to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

Thankfully, there wasn't much blood on her. A few small stains on her top had soaked through to her bra and she quickly stripped it off and ducked into the tub. She was towelling off from her quick shower when she heard a knock on the motel room's front door. She immediately started to panic, no one was supposed to know they were there.

She heard Vigilante's muffled voice and pressed an ear to the door. He was saying something that sounded like 'thank you' to someone and then she heard the door close.

She quickly got dressed in her last pair of clean pyjamas, her usual tank top and shorts combo, and flew out of the bathroom to assess the situation. Vigilante was standing beside the couch, still shirtless but having changed into a pair of sweatpants.

"What's going on?"

He cocked his head to the side at her in confusion. "Hm?"

"I heard someone?"

"Oh!" He reached over and held up a large brown paper bag. "I got us Chinese food!"

She stared at him blankly. "You ordered delivery… to the room no one is supposed to know we're staying in?"

He had the decency to look a little nervous at her question. "Well, we're leaving tomorrow morning and there's no one around and he didn't see anything weird so it's fine, right?"

"You don't think the delivery guy is going to remember a half-naked dude in a fucking mask?"

"He might remember me, sure, but it's not like he knows who I am! Who's he going to tell?" He put the bag down on the coffee table. "I was just trying to surprise you, today was fucking awesome and I thought we deserved a treat."

She sighed and relaxed a little, it was a nice surprise. She eyed the takeout bag appreciatively before snapping her attention back to Vigilante. "Why are you still shirtless anyways? Get dressed."

He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "Um, I can't."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Why not?"

"I'm out of clean shirts."

"You…you're out of clean shirts." She stared at him in disbelief. "How many shirts did you pack?"

"Two."

"For a week?!"

"Yes! Usually that's fine but you got gross goo on one, now the other is all bloody and I can't do anything about that now!"

He crossed his arms defensively across his chest, forcing her attention to his well-defined pecs. He wasn't seriously going to spend the whole night like this, was he?

Oh god, I'm not going to survive.

She flopped down on the couch with a sigh. "Fine, whatever. Let's just eat, I'm starving."

Vig tore open the takeout bag and began to unpack the various containers. He leaned over to grab some of the food, placing his shirtless self right in front of her face. She scooted back as far as she could, trying to resist the urge to grab his bicep and see if it was as firm as it looked. She accidentally knocked against his knee moving away and the soup container in his hands wobbled, threatening to splash over.

"Hey, watch it!" She glared at him. "If you make a mess, you're cleaning it up."

"Okay, okay!"

He steadied his hand and finished serving them both. She flicked on the TV, barely paying any attention to whatever was on but grateful for the small distraction as they ate.

She eyed the last piece of chicken in the container and glanced over at Vig. He had his eyes glued to the TV and didn't seem to notice her staring down his last bite.

What's the worst that could happen?

She darted her hand forward and speared the chicken on her fork, quickly raising it to her mouth. She had made it about halfway before he lunged at her and knocked her flat on the couch, grasping at the fork she held.

She let out a noise of outrage as his body pressed her firmly into the couch, pinning her down. She desperately tried to pull the fork out of his grip, trying her best to ignore how hard he was pressed against her. How the hell had he reacted that quickly?

"How dare you!" He hissed at her, still trying to wrestle the fork out of her hand. "That was mine and you know it."

"No way!" She protested weakly, she wasn't going to admit he was right.

"You're a thief. You know thieves need to be punished." He looked down at her, his face mere inches away from her. "At this point, you're practically begging for it."

She flushed a bright pink at his accusation, there was absolutely no way she was admitting he was right again. She tried to wrench her hand out of his grasp but failed against his strong grip. "I most certainly am no-" She stopped in surprise as their tug of war over the fork caused large blobs of sauce to fly off the utensil and splatter down her arm.

"Oh, great. Now you're making a fucking mess." She glared up at him.

He tightened his grip on her wrist and focused his gaze on the gooey drops splashed on her skin. "Well, then I better clean it up."

Her eyes widened as he leaned in closer and slowly parted his lips. The tip of his tongue flicked out and he licked a stripe up the inside of her wrist, trailing a wet line across her skin as he cleaned up the sticky mess.

Heat pooled between her legs and her heart started to race as she felt his tongue working along the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist. What little of her self-control remained was dangerously close to snapping. She had spent the entire week avoiding this ridiculous tension and now she could feel every muscle, every hard edge of his torso on top of her. She couldn't give in now. She didn't hook up on the job, it was a liability. It was unprofessional. It was a risk. There was too much at stake. It was never worth it…

It's not worth it. It's …not …

She was shaken from her inner lecture when Vigilante pressed a small kiss to her wrist and turned towards her.

"There, all better."

He grinned at her and swiped his tongue along his bottom lip to lick the last of the sauce off.

Oh fuck it.

She moved her hand to grab his jaw and without giving either of them a moment to think about what was happening, she pulled him towards her and pressed her lips against his. The kiss was hard and desperate, she was pouring out the entire week’s worth of frustration into it. She swiped her tongue against his bottom lip and he easily opened his mouth to let her in. He tasted like sweet and sour sauce, they probably both did.

Finally, they were forced to break away for air. The pair were left breathless and panting, staring at each other in a mix of confusion and arousal. Vigilante broke the heavy silence first.

"Don't think this will let you off the hook for stealing my food.”

She was about to protest his accusation but he ducked down for another kiss before she could speak. The fork clattered to the floor as they both dropped it, he slipped his hand behind her head instead and she moved hers to cup his jaw. He tangled his fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck, holding her firm in his grasp as he kissed her. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth and bit down, tugging on it. She moaned at the slight twinge of pain mixed with pleasure before he pulled back.

“Fuck.” He swore as he looked her over, her eyes were half-lidded and dark, her lips shiny and swollen from his kiss. "I knew you'd like that."

He shifted his weight and moved his hand from the back of her head down to her shoulder. He brushed his fingertips softly along her collarbone and up the side of her neck. Hooking his thumb under her jaw, he applied some pressure and forced her to turn her head and expose her throat to him.

"I'm biting you again."

There was no question in his tone, he was simply telling her what was about to happen. He leaned down and nipped at a spot right under her ear, smirking against her skin as he heard her breath hitch.

He whispered softly next to her ear, "That's for stealing my food."

He moved down, nuzzling against her neck before biting the side of her throat with more pressure.

"That's for not admitting you liked this last night."

Finally, he reached the junction between her neck and shoulder. Without waiting, he sank his teeth hard into the soft flesh right over her pulse point. She cried out, arching against him as the sharp points of his incisors dug into her skin.

He whispered into her shoulder. "And that's because I fucking wanted to."

He planted a soft kiss over the mark he'd made to slightly soothe the sting and started to pull away from her. She shot out her hand and grabbed the back of his neck, pressing his face against her before he could pull back. She could barely think straight, heat was coursing through her veins and there was only one thing she needed.

Her voice was thick and laced with desire when she finally spoke. "Don't stop."

He let out a low growl that vibrated against her skin and immediately acquiesced to her request. He nipped along her shoulder and back up her neck, a path of red marks tracing his steps. She arched up into him, feeling the warmth from his bare chest radiate through the painfully thin tank top she had on.

He kissed and bit every inch of skin he could reach, leaving scorching trails across her body. Taking full advantage of the low-cut neckline of her top, he dipped his head down to sink his teeth into the soft flesh at the swell of her breasts. He smirked against her skin when he felt her nipples tighten in response. She gasped when he leaned down and caught her left nipple between his teeth, the sharpness of his canines barely blunted by the thin fabric barrier.

She dug her nails into his shoulder as he swirled his tongue around the hardened bud, saliva soaking through her top. The ache between her thighs was growing and she knew her panties were already soaked.

He slid his hand over her hip and tugged at the hem of her top.

"Can I take this off?" He mumbled the question as he fidgeted with the edge of the soft material.

She pushed him back slightly and arched her back off the couch in response. In a single motion, she grabbed the hem and yanked the tank top over her head, throwing it across the room behind her.

"Better?"

He swallowed hard as he stared down at her, now half-naked beneath him. His gaze roved over her exposed chest, down her sternum and across her stomach before ultimately settling directly on her bare breasts.

"Fucking perfect." His voice was low and hoarse as he drank her in. He cautiously smoothed his fingertips across her skin, tracing a path up her sides and along her ribs to the undersides of her breasts. Her head tipped back and her eyes fluttered closed as he brushed his thumbs over her nipples. She let out a small squeak as he suddenly pinched one and he chuckled at her reaction.

"Shut up, they're sensitive." She flushed in embarrassment and smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

He cocked his head to the side and softly squeezed the flesh under his hand. "Should I be gentle?"

She bit her lip and looked up at him. "That's not what I said."

A grin split across his face and he squeezed her breast harder, watching her eyes roll back as she bit down on her lip. He kneaded the soft flesh in his hands, teasing her nipples into stiff peaks. Soft moans escaped her as she arched into his touch, his hands were calloused and rough against her skin. They were hands that got used regularly, to fight, shoot and kill, and right now, turn her insides to jelly.

She nearly bit through her lip when he caught a nipple between his teeth, biting down until she hissed and dug her nails into his shoulder. He released the tender bud and soothed it with his tongue.

He skimmed a hand down her side and across her lower abdomen until he hit the waistband of her shorts, briefly dipping his fingers past the elastic before retreating. He did it again before she huffed and pushed at his wrist, quickly shoving his hand past the band of both her shorts and underwear. He let out a short laugh at her desperation.

"You're so impatient."

As he slid his hand further down he quickly realized why she was so eager for him to touch her, groaning loudly as his fingers swiped through the absolute mess between her legs.

"Holy shit, you're soaked. How long have you been this turned on?"

Her face burned at the question. The answer was rather embarrassing at this point and she was having a hard enough time thinking straight while his fingers swirled around, teasing her slick entrance.

"Come on, answer me."

"Is this your usual interrogation technique?" She bit out a sarcastic response, trying to deflect the questioning.

"Nope. You're just special."

She bit back a whimper as his fingers ghosted over her clit but still avoided giving her the friction she was craving.

She closed her eyes and sighed. "All fucking day."

"All day? Why?"

She bit her lip and avoided his curious gaze. He frowned slightly and slid the pad of his middle finger over her clit, lightly pressing against it.

"Oh, god." She threw her head back as a jolt of electricity shot through her.

"Tell me." He pressed a finger against her clit again.

Her inner resolve snapped for the second time that evening and she couldn't help but blurt out the truth. "Fine! I like watching you work."

His hand stilled and she fought the instinct to whine at the loss of movement. He looked at her in disbelief.

"Really?"

"Yes."

He moved his fingers away and she failed to hold back another whine as her hips rocked up, desperate for more contact.

"You like watching me fight?"

He was being such a fucking tease, she couldn't take much more of this. She'd behaved all week long and now she just needed to lose herself, turn off all the thoughts in the back of her head. Her voice was low but still audible as she quietly admitted more. "Not just fight, I like watching you win."

She was about to go on when she was interrupted by him roughly capturing her lips, swallowing the loud moan she let out as he suddenly plunged a finger inside her. He quickly added a second, easily sinking them into her wet heat.

He released her mouth and started sucking marks along her neck and chest as he found a steady rhythm fucking into her with his hand, his thumb brushing against her clit as she whimpered underneath his touch. His teeth grazed against her nipple and her walls clenched around his fingers. This, this is what she needed from Vigilante right now.

She was moving against him, angling her hips to try and get his fingers in deeper. He was so close to hitting that sweet spot hidden inside but to her annoyance, his wrist was trapped by the waistband of her shorts and she couldn't quite get the relief she needed.

"Fuck, hold on one second!" She huffed and tugged on his wrist, biting back a whine as he pulled his digits from her and sat back with a confused look on his face.

"Need these off, now." She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and slid the offending clothing off her hips. He quickly caught on and helped her pull them down her legs, flinging them somewhere into the room behind him. He shifted his position on the couch, placing his hands between her knees and slowly spread them apart.

She rested one foot on the back of the couch cushion and the other on the floor as she opened her thighs as far as she could. She was now completely naked and fully exposed to him. He groaned, red-tinted visor trained firmly on her glistening cunt. He unconsciously licked his lips at the sight before realizing there was something important he could ask her.

"Hey. Can… Can I eat your pussy?" He rested his cheek on her inner thigh as he searched her expression for a reaction.

She nearly choked on her own spit at the unexpected filth that just flew out of his mouth. He sounded like he was asking if he could have the last granola bar, not fuck her with his tongue.

It was an enticing offer she had to admit. It had been ages since she'd let someone do that, it never ended up being worth it. But he knew that already and was still offering... She watched his tongue flick out and drag across his bottom lip, his hungry gaze fixed firmly between her legs. The momentary anxiety she felt was quickly shoved to the side as the throbbing in her pussy helped her make a decision. There was just one thing she needed to make sure of.

"One condition."

"Anything."

She hesitated for a second before continuing. "Promise you'll make me cum?"

He seemed surprised by her request but quickly agreed. "That's pretty much the best part, so yeah. Absolutely."

"Say it." She caught his gaze behind the red glass of his visor and they locked eyes.

"I promise I'll make you cum with my mouth."

She sucked in a sharp breath at the way the words just rolled off his tongue nonchalantly before nodding at him, giving him the permission he needed.

He moved slowly, placing light kisses on her inner thigh as he inched his half-masked face down to her core. He gently spread her open with his fingers and she squirmed under his touch. He made an absolutely gorgeous sight between her legs, the exposed half of his face disappearing behind her thighs as he leaned in to taste her, leaving just part of his visor, black fabric, and white and teal stripes on his mask visible.

He gave a few experimental licks, humming softly with appreciation as her flavour hit his tongue. She shifted her hips under him, urging him closer. He started to swirl his tongue around, trying to find that sweet spot he had under his thumb just before.

He finally hit just the right spot, brushing the flat of his tongue against her clit and he felt her respond instantly. A loud gasp flew from her lips as her hips jerked upwards against his mouth. He wrapped an arm across her lower stomach and pressed down, trying to hold her still as he focused his attention on that sweet spot.

He relentlessly ran the tip of his tongue over her clit, relishing the noises she was making in response. She rocked her hips against him and slid a hand behind his head, trying to hold on to something as she writhed against his face. Her fingers accidentally grazed the seam at the back of his mask and he instinctively flinched, pulling back from her. She withdrew her hand as fast as she could.

"Shit, I'm sorry! I wasn't going to take it off, I just needed to hold on to something."

She panted, trying to catch her breath as she pleaded with him. She was so fucking close, she needed him to keep going. "Please, please don't stop."

His tone was cautious. "Just don't-"

"I won't. I'd never."

He slowly nodded. "Okay, I trust you."

She didn't have time to deal with the full implication of his words before he dove back between her legs with confidence. All traces of rational thought flew from her mind as his tongue plunged into her soaking pussy, eager to fulfil his promise.

She fisted her hands in the fabric of the couch as best she could as her hips lifted entirely off the cushions, grinding harder and harder against his face. Her taste flooded his mouth and he couldn't help but moan into her core, the vibrations rippling through her dripping center.

The waves of pleasure she was riding quickly started to reach the shore as Vigilante pushed her closer and closer to the edge. A barely coherent string of curses fell from her lips when he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, hard.

When he did it a second time she was sent flying over the edge, crying out and clamping her shaky thighs down around his head as she gushed all over his tongue, lips and chin. His mask rubbed against the sensitive skin on her inner thighs as he continued to lick at her, consuming every drop of pleasure that spilled out. When she couldn't take any more stimulation she lightly pushed at his shoulders and he finally let her go.

He sat back on his heels as he licked his lips and wiped his face clean with the back of his hand.

"Promise fulfilled?"

A lazy smile spread across her face as she basked in the afterglow of his successfully completed guarantee.

"Fuck yes."

She slowly sat up on the couch and looked over at him. She couldn't help but chuckle at the satisfied smirk that was plastered on his face, his adorable dimples on full display.

"Good. That was really fun, you taste amazing."

"Oh yeah?"

She leaned over and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. She could taste herself, rich and heavy on his lips and determined he was correct. She quickly deepened the kiss chasing more of it, slipping her tongue into his mouth.

She sat up further and slid over to him, shoving at his shoulders to push him against the back of the couch and climbing onto his lap. She straddled him, instantly feeling his hard cock trapped through the thin fabric of his sweatpants.

She placed her hand along his throat, moving her thumb under his jaw and turning his head to the side in a mirror of his earlier actions.

"Your turn."

Her voice was raspy and thick with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She leaned over and nipped at the soft spot under his jaw, smiling when he twitched and grabbed at her waist in response. His large hands spread across her entire back as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. She gasped as her bare chest was pressed against his, her sensitive nipples rubbing against the hard lines of his muscles.

As long as she kept touching him, there was nothing else occupying her mind but the stunning sight of the gorgeous and deadly man coming undone in front of her. Consequences be damned, she needed this. Right here, right now, she needed him.

She sank her teeth into the junction between his neck and shoulder, his nails digging into her sides at the sharp pinch. She continued biting down along his throat and shoulder while her hips found a steady rhythm grinding against his cock, her bare pussy making a mess of the fabric beneath her.

She released his neck and leaned back, placing her hands on his pecs and curling her fingers to dig into his skin. She slowly raked her nails down his chest, across his pecs and abs, decorating him with bright red lines. She scraped across his nipples and he hissed, bucking his hips up into her at the momentary discomfort.

The feeling of Vigilante squirming underneath her was overwhelmingly powerful. She knew he was letting her have this, if he really wanted he could break her hold and throw her across the room. But instead, he held still and behaved, willingly taking the onslaught of her teeth and nails against his skin.

She dragged her nails back up his chest, leaving a second set of marks on him. She quickly ducked her head down and replaced her hands with her lips, trailing soothing open-mouth kisses along the angry red paths she'd etched into his skin. She took her time, licking and gently dragging her teeth along every inch of his muscled torso. She finally made her way back down the waistband of his sweatpants. She slid off his lap to settle on her knees between his legs, tugging on the material.

"You're overdressed, take these off."

He quickly hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, tugging them down to free his painfully hard cock and kicked them off to the side. She was shamelessly staring at his dick, fuck he was gorgeous. Long and reasonably thick, it would be a challenge for her but nothing impossible to handle.

"Hey, you're making that face again."

She was very confused. "What face?"

"The face where you stare at me with your mouth open. Your eyes get all glazed over, kinda makes you look like a fish."

He raised a hand and squished her cheeks together into a fishy face. She made an annoyed noise and smacked his hands away, glaring at him.

"Quit it! Do you want me to blow you or not?"

"Um. Yes?"

"Yes, what?"

She leaned forward and grasped his cock firmly at the base before leaning in to slowly lick a slow languid stripe up to the tip.

"Fuck, yes. This. Yes to this."

She slowly pumped her hand up and down his hard length while she licked around the head, watching his eyes flutter shut behind his visor.

He bucked into his hips up her grip again and groaned

She found an alternating pattern between her mouth and hand, hand wrapped around the base as she fluttered her tongue up and down the shaft as she travelled along his length.

She started to swallow more of his cock, testing how far down she could take him. He flexed his grip on her hair instinctively when he hit the back of her throat and she moaned slightly from the tension on her scalp.

"Is this okay?" He asks, voice strained. She hummed in response and his hips jerked as the vibrations rocked against his sensitive hardness. "Fuck. Can I pull harder?"

She couldn't exactly reply properly with his cock shoved down her throat but the loud moan gave him enough assurance she was fine with it.

He gripped her hair firmly and started to tug, sliding her up and down on his cock. He slowly picked up the pace, his hand fisting hard in her hair as he thrust further into her mouth and entered her throat.

His breathing was ragged and heavy, getting harsher as he used her face to bring him closer and closer to the tipping point. She moaned around him, saliva starting to drip down around her mouth and chin. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

"You know, I thought you were super pretty when we met and I didn't think you could get any prettier than when I made you cum, but this?"

He pushed her down til she nearly gagged, forcing her to swallow him entirely down to the base. He held her there for a moment, just watching her try not to choke.

"Fuck, you look incredible like this."

He let her go and she pulled back, trying to catch her breath. He ran a thumb along her cheek, swiping up some of the spit and rubbing it against her lips.

"Absolutely beautiful."

She braced her hands on his thighs and took a deep breath, then wrapped her mouth around him and slid his cock right back down all the way on her own. He was already teetering on the edge, ready to spill down her throat when she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked him hard.

"Oh, shiiit."

He couldn't hold back any longer and exploded over her tongue. She held him in her mouth as he finished, swallowing down every last drop before she released him and watched him twitch with aftershocks, a very satisfied grin on both their faces.

He slid sideways on the couch and tugged her up from her knees, pulling her on top of him. She melted into his embrace and curled up in his arms with a contented sigh. He couldn't hold still, running his hands over every inch of her he could reach and pressing tiny kisses to her shoulder and neck. As long as this never stopped, everything would be fine.

She wasn't keeping close track of the time, laying in a foggy haze of pleasure, but after what felt like an impossibly short moment, she felt his cock twitch to life against her side.

"...are you getting hard again?"

"Uh, yeah? Obviously. You're extremely hot. And also naked. It's kind of unavoidable."

She flushed at the compliment. "I just meant it's really soon after you already came."

He blinked at her a few times. "It's been at least fifteen minutes, that's plenty."

She shook her head, making another mental note for the 'weird shit about Vigilante' file when she felt his cock nudge her side again and made a decision. She carefully extricated herself from his hold and stood up, reaching out a hand out to him.

"Come on, let's go to bed."

"Oh, okay yeah. I guess you're tired. That makes sense." He looked up at her, eyes trailing up her body to her face but getting stuck halfway up her chest, focusing on her tits instead.

"No! Vig." She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Not for sleeping."

"...then for what?"

"You. In bed. With me. Together. Awake."

She stood there naked in front of him speaking patiently, staring at his erection and waiting for him to connect the dots.

After a brief pause, he finally had a lightbulb moment of realization. "Oh! Holy shit, yes."

She nodded and he scrambled off the couch, scooping her off her feet and quickly carrying her over to the bed. He promptly dropped her down in the middle of the mattress

She giggled a little at his enthusiasm as she bounced on impact against the soft surface. She scooted back against the pillows and slowly spread her legs apart. He couldn't help but moan at the sight of her on full display for him, open wide and waiting.

As he crawled up the bed to meet her, she focused on the pitch black of his mask and the strip of red glass hiding his eyes. The dark armour was in such sharp contrast to the rest of his exposed and naked form. She was fully exposed to him but he could only show her almost everything about himself. That was more than enough for now.

He gripped the base of his cock and pumped it into his hand a few times before leaning over her. He started teasing the head against her slick folds, gathering some of the wetness.

"Viiiig…" She whined, grabbing at his upper arms.

"Yes?" He tapped his cockhead against her clit and smirked when her hips jolted.

"Stop teasing me!"

"You want me to stop, hm?" He held still for a moment and laughed at her when she immediately pouted up at him.

She bucked her hips forward, desperately trying to nudge his cock further in. "Don't you fucking dare."

He chuckled again and pulled his hips back, thwarting her efforts.

"Calm down. I'm just trying to warm you up, I don't want to hurt you."

She huffed in frustration. "I can take it, just fuck me already!"

He looked at her closely as she glared up at him. Her breathing was ragged, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were dark, pupils blown out wide with a hungry expression.

"You sure?"

The corner of his lips twitched up into that godforsaken grin. He slid his cock against her folds one more time before lining up his hard length at her entrance. He didn't want to hurt her but if she insisted, well…

She bucked her hips towards him again and practically yelled. "Yes!"

"Alright. Just remember, you asked for it."

He pushed all the way in with a single thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside her within seconds. She shrieked at the sharp sting as he stretched her wide open and quickly bottomed out deep inside.

Her noises quickly melted into whimpers and her eyes rolled back as the pain faded and the complete and utter fullness of having him sheathed fully inside her overwhelmed her.

"Damn. I guess you can take it." He held still as she squirmed against him.

"Honestly, I wasn't sure I'd fit. You're so fucking tight. You know what they say, tiny hands, tiny pus-"

"Finish that sentence and I'll fucking shoot you." She reached out and wrapped a hand around his throat as she hissed out the threat.

He was going to wait patiently, give her a few moments to adjust, but that's certainly not what she wanted right now.

"Move, now." She squeezed the sides of his neck along with her demand. For a moment she worried she may have gone too far as he completely froze under her grip but she watched carefully as the outline of his eyes fluttered shut behind his visor and his fingertips dug harder into her thighs with a barely audible whimper escaping his lips.

He started to roll his hips against her, ever so slowly dragging his cock along her walls.

"Is this what you wanted?"

"Fuck, yes." Her voice was breathless and raw, and her grip on his neck loosened as she threw her head back against the pillows.

He took the opportunity to wrench her hand away from his neck and grab her other hand, pinning them both beside her head. He leaned over, pressing his chest flat against hers and caging her against the mattress with his body. He peppered small kisses all along her cheek, jaw and throat, anywhere he could reach.

"I meant it, by the way." He panted out, looking down at her. "So fucking tight."

His weight on top of her pinned her to the mattress along with her hands, she was unable to do anything but take what he was giving her. He picked up the pace, the sound of her moans spurring him on.

He couldn't help but smile at the absolute vision underneath him. She was taking him so well, crying out with each thrust and biting down on her bottom lip as she looked up at him with glassy eyes.

"So fucking perfect."

He suddenly snapped his hips up harshly, bottoming out and grinding his hips against her.

"Fuck, Vig!" She practically screamed as she writhed against him.

He had a smug grin plastered on his face as he listened to her shout.

"Hey, do me a favour?"

She squinted at him, this was a pretty strange time to ask for favours. "Uh, okay?"

"Next time you scream my name, can you say the whole thing?"

She puffed out her cheeks, now glowing red with embarrassment. "I am not screaming!"

He cocked his head to the side. "You sure?" His grin widened. "Does that mean you can get louder?"

"I-I…" She stuttered, failing to come up with a reply.

"Yeah? You gonna scream for me?"

Something daring sparked in her eyes as she looked back at him, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Make me."

His expression turned downright predatory as he stared at her and her heart sped up at the dangerous look. He released her hands from beside her head and leaned back. He slid his palms along the backs of her thighs up behind her knees, and he slowly pressed her legs further into the mattress.

"You asked for it." His voice was barely above a whisper but carried the same dangerous tone as his face.

She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life as he set a punishing pace, every thrust shoving her further into the mattress. The new angle let his cock hit deeper inside her, brushing against her G-spot and making her feel impossibly full.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck as she clung to him, desperately raking her nails over his shoulders as he pounded into her. Her tits bounced with every pump of his hips, her tender nipples rubbing back and forth against his chiselled chest, sending pure fire through her veins.

He bit down on her shoulder and she yelped, her cunt clenching around him. He groaned as her walls squeezed him tightly, his harsh grip on her hips digging bruises into her flesh.

"That's it, as loud as you can."

At this point, she wasn't sure which was louder, the sounds of pleasure he was wringing from her or the creaking springs of the shitty motel bed.

He slammed his hips back into her and fucked her relentlessly, driving her closer and closer to the edge. He hit just the right spot at the exact moment he clamped his teeth hard around her breast, right over her nipple. The mix of delicious pleasure and sharp pain caused her to shriek the loudest she could.

"Atta girl."

He placed kisses all along her chest and up her neck, mumbling half-hearted nonsense into her skin. She caught random words through the haze of her pleasure.

"So pretty…"

"…feel so good."

"So fucking loud."

Beads of sweat dripped down his temples, his mask sticking to his forehead as he kept up the pace and sent them both hurtling toward the finish line.

"Where do you want…?"

She could barely form coherent thoughts but managed to choke out an answer. "Inside."

He groaned loudly, his hips stuttering and eyes rolling back behind his visor at the suggestion.

"Seriously? Are you sure?"

"It's fine, I'm -ahh- …it's safe!"

She locked her ankles behind him and pulled him as close as possible, holding him in place inside her. Her nails dragged across his back and shoulders, leaving angry red scratches as she pressed every inch of herself against him.

He sunk his teeth into her shoulder in a vicious bite, right over top of the small mark he had left there the night before. The shock sent her flying over the edge, walls tightly fluttering around his cock as she screamed his name and shattered in his arms.

He continued to fuck her through her high, trying desperately to hold on and drag it out as long as possible for the both of them. She felt like heaven and he never wanted to leave.

She was going to scream herself hoarse if he kept going at this rate, so she bit down on his shoulder to muffle herself. He whimpered loudly as she caught the hard muscle between her teeth and she felt his hips stutter as his pace finally started to falter.

"Come on." She whispered encouragement into his neck, "Cum for me, Vigilante." She drew out each syllable of his chosen name breathlessly in his ear before she leaned down and sunk her teeth into the side of his throat.

"Fuckfuckfuck!" He practically howled as he came undone, emptying his aching cock deep inside her. She held him close, peppering kisses along the bite marks she'd left as he went limp in her arms.

He slowly eased his softening cock out and collapsed on the bed beside her, careful not to crush her under his weight. They both lay there for a moment, shaky and sweaty, trying to catch their breath as they floated back down to Earth together.

"You're sure this was okay?" He had sat up and his gaze was firmly lowered on her exposed pussy, drenched in a mix of their cum.

She nodded. "Yeah, it's a whole thing. No kids."

He only hummed softly in response, clearly distracted by the sight in front of him. He leaned over and brushed his fingers against her dripping cunt, smearing his cum against her clit. She twitched, still slightly sensitive and he slowed his pace.

"You're making a mess." She couldn't help but smile a little as she watched his awestruck expression staring at the mess leaking out of her.

Another quiet hum was the only response he gave as he continued to run his fingers through the mix of their combined fluids.

She gave him another moment or two before gently grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away.

"That's enough of that, I need to clean this up." She tugged his hand up to her mouth and quickly stuck his fingers in her mouth. He watched in wide-eyed silence as she licked them clean. She released them with a small pop only when no trace of their mess remained.

"Hand me the tissues?"

Vig snapped out of his trance, wordlessly grabbing the box sitting on the nightstand and handing it to her before flopping down on the mattress next to her.

"Give me twenty minutes and we can do that again." He quickly glanced down at the glistening mess between her thighs. "Maybe ten…"

She rolled her eyes as she cleaned herself up. "Again, seriously? Are you sure you don't have superpowers?"

He just laughed and started trailing kisses down her neck, following the path of the bites he had decorated her with. She swatted his face away from her body before he started something she was way too tired to finish. After the day they'd had, she was absolutely exhausted. She rolled over to face him and before she could say anything she failed to contain a wide yawn.

"I think it's bedtime." She carefully extricated herself from his embrace and got off the bed. "Come on, Vig."

"I'm already in bed though?"

She glanced down at the sweat (and other fluids) soaked covers crumpled on the bed he was laying on.

"We kind of ruined the sheets on this one. I'm not going to make you sleep in the wet spot, we'll just share." She climbed into the other twin bed and pulled back the covers, motioning for him to join her.

She moved over as much as she could but there still wasn't much space. Vigilante stood awkwardly at the edge of the bed fidgeting with the duvet.

"You alright?"

"Um, I just …don't usually don't get to stay for this part." He admitted as he cautiously climbed onto the bed next to her.

She snorted at his shyness, finding it deeply amusing that the man who just came inside her was being so awkward about some cuddling. Rolling over to her side, she reached over and gently took one of his arms, pulling it under her head before taking the other and draping it over her waist. She tried her best to reassure him.

“You can touch me, it's okay.”

He shifted a little behind her. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, it's fine. Just don- oof!" She was cut off mid-sentence as he wrapped his arm around her middle and yanked her backwards into his chest. He held her firmly against him and buried his face in her shoulder, folding around her like a cocoon.

"…don't move around too much." She managed to finish her sentence.

"Okie doke." He mumbled in response.

She smiled into the pillow at his silly tone and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth radiating from his body as he held her. "Goodnight, Vigilante."

He placed a small kiss on her shoulder before fidgeting with his mask, then he settled back against the pillows.

"Goodnight."

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A/N: Holy shit we made it, the slow burn is a full-on inferno. Thank you all for sticking through 20k of exposition just to get here 😂 This was such a challenging chapter to finish but I really hope it was worth it and you all enjoyed it! This is just the beginning for these two, don't worry. Please let me know what you think :) Feedback makes my world go round.

PS: I've mapped out the rest of this series, there should be about 18-20 chapters in total. Chapters 7 and 8 are already half done and hopefully there won't be such a long delay between future updates~

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Hii Bestie !!

I wondering if I could request the Yandere Alphabet for Bokuto if you haven’t done that already.

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HEY BESTIE! I'd love to! Bokuto reminds me so much of an overeager puppy- it's precious-

Bokuto Koutarou (Haikyuu) -The Yandere Alphabet

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Warnings: yandere themes, slight mentions of marking and spanking

A is for Affection: How do they show their affection for their darling? How often do they show it? 💖 Bokuto is the epitome of affectionate. This boy wants to cuddle, kiss, hold hands, WHATEVER he can do 24/7. 💖 Although he'll want to cuddle against you and hold you bone-crushingly close, this boy can also get a little rough. His kisses can be kind of bruising and he'll want to mark up your neck a lot. B is for Blood: How messy are they willing to get for their darling? Why? 🔪 Although I can picture Bokuto being willing to fight anyone who wants to hurt you or take you away, I actually can't see him trying to kill anyone. He's pretty sure he's the best of the best, so it's not like any of those other guys can steal you away from HIM! C is for Care or Cruelty: How would they treat their darling when they kidnap them? Would they mock them? 💔 Bokuto wouldn't mock you. In fact, he'd just be over the MOON about having you with him. You'd be smothered in kisses and crushed in his hugs. He's not going to want to make you feel bad! 💔 Bokuto is the BEST at taking care of you! He knows everything you love and he's willing to get/do ANYTHING just for you! D is for Delusion: How delusional are they when it comes to their darling? Do they believe their darling loves them? 💭 Bokuto is very, very delusional. Like, this boy sees a perfect future with you and he has no doubts that you're both going to get there soon. 💭 He's like the greatest??? You couldn't turn HIM down! He's the amazing ace- Akaashi thinks he's great so you do too! Right? Of course! E is for Expose: How much of their heart do they bear to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? How much time will it take to trust them? 💧 Bokuto doesn't shut up about his feelings. Going into emo mode? Check. Whining about how much he needs your attention? Check. Letting you know just how much he adores you? Check. 💧 They talk about being an open book but Bokuto is a book you'd want to CLOSE after a while. Like seriously- he. Won't. Shut. Up. F is for Fight: How would they react if their darling fought back? 👊 Cue "kicked-puppy" noise. He's going to stare up at you with wide, watering eyes. You've gotta be completely heartless if you don't feel the TINIEST bit of guilt when you see his heartbroken expression. 👊 "I-it's okay (Y/n), I forgive you, I love you, please don't fight me, please..." he's all but begging you, even after you stop fighting. He's clinging to you and sobbing into your shirt. 👊 Your flailing fists and feet aren't actually going to do any damage to that buff man but just the idea of fighting against him leaves tons of emotional scars in your wake. G is for Guilt: What would it take for them to feel guilty about their actions? Or do they feel guilty from the start? 😔 Bokuto feels bad that he went to the extremes. He KNOWS it's so so so wrong... but it feels so so so right. He LOVES you and that's the best thing, right? That makes up for everything, right? 😔 He won't ever regret his love for you though. If he has you in the end it'll be worth everything and more! No regrets, WOOO! H is for Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them? 🔥 Bokuto can be a little... well... his emotions are extreme and can flip quickly. So if he's angry enough, you could get hurt. Like, he's not going to seriously injure you, but he'll be rough. You'll be shaking in your shoes for sure. I is for Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling? 👩‍❤️‍👨 If Bokuto has his way, you'll be his pretty little wife and mother of a bunch of his runts. This boy will want at LEAST 3 kids. Like I picture him being that "cool dad" that roughhouses with his little boys and carries them on his back and just jokes around with them. He's practically a giant kid himself sometimes. J is for Jealousy: How easily do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope? 💢 Bokuto gets jealous if your attention is taken away from him. Platonically, romantically, whatever. If someone's

taking your attention and it's not him, he's gonna be PISSED. 💢 Suddenly, Bokuto is 10x needier than he's ever been. He's trying to catch your gaze, interrupting your conversation, clinging to you, etc. 💢 I mean, this boy will get jealous of a video game or TV show or book you're invested in. Not just humans. Animals too... Your attention should be solely on him, ya know! K is for Kidnap: How would they go about kidnapping their darling? How much do they plan it out? 🔒 Bokuto doesn't plan- it just kind of happens. He knew he wanted to take you away from all those attention hogs (ironic) and keep you with him and him only, but he didn't really THINK about it. It just kinda happened. 🔒 Okay, but seriously, I think he might even be more surprised than you when he kidnaps you. Like this guy's just kinda like "WOAHHH This isn't a dream? I actually did this? HEY HEY HEY" L is for Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling? 💌 One moment you're living your normal life, the next moment there's Fukurodani's ace cooing at you and you forgot to say your last goodbyes to that normal life you'll never see again. 💌 I don't think Bokuto knows how to court, to be blunt about it. Like, Akaashi might try to give him some pointers ("You're overwhelming her." "Give her room to breathe." "Try never saying that again. Ever." "Stop, you're crushing her.") but Bokuto's pretty sure he's got this in the bag. M is for Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they acted before? 🎭 Bokuto's emotions are so over the map that no one's going to really tell that he's kind of losing it. Akaashi might be able to tell, but no one else will notice a difference. 🎭 Other than his overwhelming happiness and affection for you. I mean, you'd have to be blind and deaf to not realize Bokuto has a huge crush on you. He's not even remotely subtle. N is for Naughty: How would they punish their darling? 🚓 Bokuto might try to isolate you a bit but if you make him angry- like really piss him off- I think he'd literally just bend you over his lap and spank you. Like, maybe that's weird, but I can really picture him trying to brat-tame you a bit. O is for Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling? What rights can be earned with time and trust? 📜 Although Bokuto's kind of overbearing and suffocating, as long as you're in his line of sight and, preferably, being touched by him, you can do whatever you want. Which... isn't a lot when he's hanging on you 24/7. P is for Patience: How patient are they with their darling? 🕊️ Patience is not one of Bokuto's virtues, unfortunately. If you take too long in the bathroom, he'll come bursting through the door. Like, this boy can't stand a full 5 minutes away from you. Having privacy is not realistic, so don't get your hopes up. Q is for Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on? 🏃‍♀️ If you die Bokuto will go into emo mode for the rest of his life. He will be completely broken without you. He's so lost without you. You know that story where the dog waited by his owner's grave for the rest of his life? That's Bokuto. 🏃‍♀️ "Escape"? Yeah, no. Bokuto gets it, you wanted a little freedom, but it's time to come home, okay? You've already had more than enough time to yourself, so he'll come find you. And once he does, you're sure as hell never leaving again. R is for Rage: How do they act when angry? How do they calm down? 👿 "Explosive rage" is the best way to describe Bokuto's anger. You CANNOT calm him down, so it's best to book it and barricade yourself in a room until he cools down. 👿 If he's mad enough, he could hurt you, so stay the fuck away from him. He'll be throwing and breaking things and just generally yelling his head off. Again, barricade yourself in a room, it's honestly your only hope. S is for Soulmate: What made them fall in love with their darling? How did they first meet? When did they realize they loved their darling? 💍 Bokuto truly is a

love-at-first-sight kind of guy, but he fell in love with you even more as he got to know you. You either met at one of his games or in some sort of shared class. I think that you would have stood out to him in a crowd. T is for Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves? 😭 Each tear falling down your face is another crack in Bokuto's heart. He really does want you to be happy and he can't understand why you aren't. His solution is to just hold you tight until you calm down, which may not help all that much... U is for Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

👌 Bokuto is already kind of different from the others in the way that he's not afraid to put you in your place and he has plans for the future that don't really require your cooperation. He's not changing his mind, no matter how strong your feelings are one way or the other.

👌 Not to mention, he's SUPER clingy. You can't pry him off of you. There's a strong possibility that you'll end up being very, very miserable with Bokuto. He loves you but he isn't willing to compromise or meet halfway on anything. His love is kind of selfish... more so than the average yandere.

V is for Visit: Would they allow anyone else to visit their darling? Do they trust their darling to talk to their loved ones (in person, on the phone, etc.) or not at all?

🧳 Akaashi will be over often. Like, I'm not even going to pretend like Bokuto will doubt his BFF. I really don't think Akaashi will be there to save you, unfortunately...

🧳 But Akaashi doesn't get to touch you. Sorry. You belong to Bokuto and, any attention you give Akaashi, you better give 10 times that to Bokuto.

W is for Weakness: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

❌ You're lucky enough if you can detangle yourself from Bokuto's grip for more than 5 minutes, but, if you do, you can use very few things against him anyways. He's nothing but determined.

❌ If you're delicate and careful about it, you may be able to take advantage of his emotions. Fake sadness to gain his pity or get him so happy that he'll be less likely to deny your requests.

X is for Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

🛐 He's a bit of a worshipper, but not the classic type. He ADORES you and thinks you're absolutely perfect but... he doesn't exactly put your needs above his own. Like I said, he's a bit selfish.

Y is for Yearning: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap? 😍 It depends on how receptive you are to him. If you're trying to distance yourself from him and keep your freedom (or you just aren't interested in him that way), he's going to snap FAST. You'll find yourself in his house before you can say "HEY HEY HEY". 😍 Otherwise, if you start dating him, it'll depend on if you realize the toxicity of your relationship. If you try to break up with him or loosen his suffocating grip, you're in the same boat as if you denied him in the first place. Z is for Zero Tolerance: What is the thing that always makes them snap? What things will they not allow their darling to do under any circumstances? 0️⃣ Leave him. If you deny his affection and love, he will not be happy at ALL. He wants to wrap you up in his arms and never let go. And he really doesn't care if you don't want that. 🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣 THAT TOOK SO LONG I'M SO SORRY- I feel like I portrayed him to be a little worse than he is- he really does love you!

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #yandere bokuto #yandere alphabet #haikyuu!! #bokuto

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Little Things in Life - 3

Warnings: cheating, non-consent sex (series); fingering

This is dark!Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Series Summary: Your suburban life begins to show cracks and your next door neighbour, Steve Rogers, seems intent on shattering what’s left.

Note: Okay, this is where things get... interesting. ;) Thanks to everyone for their feedback. :)

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Based on this drabble

On Saturday, you dropped Kayla off at your mother’s. Logan had finally given you his answer for the party. He grabbed a twenty-four of beer and you opted for some gin. The two of you were ready but you really weren’t ready to be near him. The last days had been easier because he hadn’t been around. Now it was much more difficult to withhold your anger.

Sharon said to wear a swimsuit just in case so you hid it under a sheer leopard print top and wore the pair of denim shorts you hadn’t fit into since before Kayla. A small victory.

You shoved your tonic water and gin into a bag and balanced the tray of brie-stuffed tomatoes you’d spent all day making. Logan emerged looking as ridiculous as he had in his twenties. Board shorts and a dumb tank.

“So,” He smiled. “How do I look?”

“Hmm,” You considered him, “Old.”

“What are you talking about? You can barely notice the grey beneath this hat.” He chuckled and pulled out his case of beer. 

You didn’t laugh and he hesitated before he rounded the counter to the door.

“You okay?” He asked.

That was the first time he’d asked you that in… ages. You nodded and gave a weak smile. He waited for you to near him and he leaned in to kiss you. You turned your head so he caught your cheek and slipped past him into the hallway. You led him to the front door as he remained silent.

As you neared the Rogers’ house, the music floating from the backyard and voices already in the air, Logan pinched your ass. You flinched but gave him little response as you struggled to unhook the gate. You pushed through and greeted the few familiar faces from around the block.

“Hey,” You neared Sharon as she dumped a bottle of juice into a punch bowl. “I brought snacks.”

She nodded to the table and you set down the tray and removed the lid. She added a healthy dose of vodka to the bowl and you watched it swirl around.

“You can put your drinks in the kitchen. Bottom shelf of the fridge is for guest drinks.” Steve neared Logan and clapped his shoulder. “Where have you been? You missed a good game.”

“Work,” Logan turned to Steve. “You know.”

Steve gave a nod at Logan’s tone. He peeked over at you and you looked away.

“Why don’t you give me the beer and I’ll go put our drinks away,” You said to Logan. “Anything I can help you with, Sharon?”

“I’m done. I made the punch.” She declared. “Steve’s on the grill for the night and everything else is ready to go. Including me.”

She ladled herself a healthy cup of the brew and doffed it before she took a big gulp. You chuckled nervously and nodded at the men before you excused yourself. 

You slipped through the sliding doors and went to the fridge. As you bent to shove the cans onto the bottom shelf you heard the door close all the way. You stood up and set your own stuff on the counter. You took one of the plastic cups from the half-empty sleeve and slipped your gin out of the bag. 

“Hey,” Steve came closer and grabbed the top of the bottle. “Wait.”

He rescinded his hand slowly and went to the fridge. He opened the freezer and pulled out a mickey. He plopped the tequila before you and you cringed.

“Surprise.” He smiled.

“No,” You couldn’t help but grin. “No, I told you, tequila is not for me.”

“Come on, a nice slice of lime and--”

“No!” You took out the tonic.

“You never told me why exactly you hated tequila.” He leaned on the counter and pushed the bottle closer to your cup. “It can’t be that bad.”

“It makes me happy,” You said. “A little too happy.”

“Oh?” He took the bottle and cracked the seal. You tried to stop him as he poured some in your cup. “Well, it’s a party.”

“No,” You reached for another cup. “Thank you.”

“Come on, I’ll have some too,” He took the other cup from your hand and added some tequila to it. 

“And get what, exactly? You told me yourself, it’s little more than water to you.” 

He went to the fridge again and took out a container of lime slices and a bottle of ginger ale. He finished the drinks as he ignored you. He took the gin and pushed it to the back of the fridge before he returned to you.

“Look, I want you to have fun tonight,” He held out a cup. “And… I want to beat you at pool again.”

You raised a brow sardonically and accepted the drink. You shook your head at him and he tapped his cup against yours.

“You’re a bad influence,” You muttered. 

“Better than a party pooper,” He teased and took a swig. “Now, I’ve gotta get the burgers on but you owe me a game.”

“Mmhmm,” You drank just a little. “Doesn’t seem like a fair rematch.”

“Who said anything about fair?” He asked as he neared the door. “I’m more about fun.”

🏠

The night had quickly descended after supper. As the scent of charcoal faded, the party had plunged to the depths of fraternity mischief. You weren’t sure who started the game of beer pong but whoever it was, surely wasn’t winning. The middle-aged men barely had enough natural co-ordination to land a shot sober. 

There were chicken fights in the pool and girlish giggles as the women swapped their gossip. You couldn’t help but be amused by Karen’s latest faux pas but you wondered how long until your name emerged in whispers. And Logan’s. It wouldn’t be a secret forever. He wasn’t as smart as he thought.

With a second shot of tequila in your system, you found it easier to ignore the tugging at the back of your mind. You wandered away from the group of women and walked along the fence. You picked at the lip of your empty cup and looked up into the pale dusk. The summer nights stretched later and later.

You were surprised as you neared the side door of the garage. Steve popped his head out and looked just as stunned as you. He laughed it away as he stepped out entirely.

“Just the girl I was looking for,” He announced. “I was just getting the chalk ready.”

“Ugh, Steve,” You grumbled. “I don’t think so.”

“I told you, you owe me,” He urged.

“I owe you? I helped you plant an entire garden.”

“Then you owe it to yourself to beat me,” He taunted. “Don’t you think?”

“What about Ted? He’s great at pool.”

“Ted?” He glanced across the yard and you found Ted drunkenly trying to dance to AC/DC. You cringed and looked back at Steve. “Yeah, too easy.”

“One game,” You held up your index finger. “I think… I think that’s all you’ll get out of me.” 

“Tequila?” He asked as he held the door for you.

“Tequila,” You assured him as you held in a belch. “I told you.”

“You don’t seem that happy,” He let the door fall closed behind him. “Beer?”

He opened the mini-fridge and you shook your head. He didn’t seem to hear you as he grabbed two tall cans and held one out. You let out a long breath and took it from him.

“It’s a party.” He echoed his earlier sentiment.

“I’m over thirty and have to get up tomorrow morning before noon,” You stared at the label. “One beer.” You opened the can. 

“Sure,” He smiled. “One beer.”

You took a sip to appease him and put the can down. You took a cue and leaned on it.

“You go first this time,” You said. “Winner, winner.”

He went to the head of the table and bent over the felt. He winked at you before he hit the cue ball and sent the balls spiraling in all directions. He sank several and rounded the table, brushing against you as he aimed from the other end.

“Stripes,” He called before he made another shot. 

He scratched off the twelve ball and shook his head at himself.

“That’s what you get for gloating.” You taunted.

You went to the other side of the table and hit the six in easily. You got four shots in a row before you missed. Your can was empty before you knew it. The drinks mingled in your stomach and you felt yourself swaying. Just a little.

Steve went next and even the score. When it was your turn, you cleared all your balls and narrowed your sights on the eight. Steve bit the tip of his tongue as you called your shot.

“I’m drunk,” You glanced at him as you aimed. “And I’m kicking your ass.”

You hit the cue ball and it clacked against the eight ball which went exactly where you had predicted. You raised your cue in victory and stuck out your tongue.

“Ha!” You bragged. “You know, I think last time was just a fluke.”

“You think?” He squinted. “Well, let’s test that theory.” He grabbed the frame and dropped it on the felt. “Winner sets up.”

You accepted his challenge with a snicker. You went around the table and pulled all the balls from the pockets. You placed them into the triangle and went to the head of the table as you rolled them face up. You removed the frame and grabbed your cue. 

The first shot was like an explosion and a crack followed the burst as Steve planted another beer at your elbow.

“Looking for an advantage?” You took the beer and gulped. Your moderation was forgotten as your cheeks burned delightfully with alcohol.

“Just a little congratulations for your victory,” He said as you set up your next shot. “Because there won’t be another.”

“You talk this much shit while you were out fighting aliens in New York?” You missed and cursed.

“Just a little,” He lined up his shot. “And I always came out on top.”

The game went little better for Steve than the first one. Another beer down, you went about setting up a third match. You bent over the felt as you pulled the frame closer to you and you sensed something behind you. Your head shot up as you felt Steve’s hand stretch across your ass.

“What the--”

You looked over your shoulder as he pressed himself against you.

“Steve,” You stood and tried to push him away. “What are you--”

His hands were on your hips as he held you against him. You could feel the bulge beneath his jeans.

“Steve, let me go,” You grabbed his hands but he was too strong.

“He doesn’t love you,” Steve said. “He’s cheating on you.”

“That’s none of your business,” You continued to try to wriggle free of his grasp. “And you? What about Sharon?”

“What about her? She hasn’t touched me since she was four month along; maybe five.” He pushed you against the table so you were trapped between him and the wood. “She barely talks to me. She got what she wanted; a baby.”

“No,” You wrestled with him. “Steve. Stop.”

“I know you feel it too,” His hot breath tickled your scalp. “I can see it. You’re desperate for someone to love you.”

“Someone could walk in here.” You hissed.

“I locked the door.” He said. “Both of them.”

“Stop, I mean it.” You warned as you squeezed his wrists. “I’ll scream.”

“Listen,” He was quiet as the voice and music blared through the wall of the garage. “You think they’ll hear? They’re all too drunk to even care if they did.”

“Please,” You begged. “It’s wrong.”

“No, what’s wrong is that your husband is sneaking around with some bitch he knows from work.” His hand crawled up your torso and he cupped your tit. “That my own wife won’t touch me and would rather have a baby spit up on her than come within a foot of me.”

“Steve.” You pulled on his arm. His other hand flew up to your throat and he squeezed just slightly. “I don’t… I don’t understand.”

“I’m lonely,” He pushed against you until you were forced to bend over the table. “I watch you there in your garden. You’ve still got a nice ass. You know that.”

His hand snaked around to the back of your neck and he held you down as he stood straight. He rubbed his crotch against your ass and groaned. His other hand went to your fly and he picked it up. He grabbed the waist of your cut-offs and forced them down. He snapped your yellow bottoms and hummed.

“Oh, I like these.” He said.

“Steve, don’t,” You pleaded.

“Just a little fun,” He grasped the top of your swimsuit and tore it down. You tried to cover your ass and he batted your hands away. “Oh, yes.”

He kneaded your ass as you wiggled, his hand still on the back of your neck as your chest was crushed against the balls. He squeezed and pinched and his fingers crept along your thighs as he teased you. He brushed along your folds and pressed deeper. You let out a whine and closed your eyes.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked.

“Because… we both need this,” He tickled your entrance with his finger. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

You refused to answer as you bit your lip. He ran two fingers along your cunt and slowly delved inside. Your thighs tensed and he pushed his fingers as far as they could go. He pulled out carefully and kept his pace even. You felt your arousal as it wetted his fingers.

You gulped back your delight at the tingles he sent through you. Your drunken haze mixed with sheer shock. His fingers moved faster as he flicked his thumb over your clit. You spasmed and he did it again. He swirled around your bud as his hand worked against you.

“I knew you wanted it,” He said. “You want to cum, don’t you?”

You shook your head and whimpered as you braced your hands against the felt. He only moved his fingers faster and your legs trembled against his.

“Tell me you want to cum then this is all over,” He said. “Tell me.”

You moaned and your nails dug into the table. You shook as he drew you close to the edge but not over. Deliberate, he kept you breathless and baited.

“I…” You gasped as you felt delirious. “I want to cum. Please.”

He pushed his thumb against your clit and curled his fingers. You were repulsed by the noises which rose from his touch and you let out a muffled cry as you came. It was so sudden, so intense, that you kicked out against him and bucked. He didn’t stop until you were still; weak.

He pulled his fingers from you slowly and slapped your ass. He released your neck and pulled your swimsuit back up, then your shorts. His hand lingered for a moment before he stepped away from you. You stood up shakily. You couldn’t look at him as you zipped up your fly.

“So,” He fixed the frame and lifted it. “Best out of five?”

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[leverage-ot3]

notable moments from The Zanzibar Marketplace Job

leverage 2.12

Hardison: Two weeks in Tokyo. We'd have a great time.

Parker: What are we stealing?

Hardison: We don't steal anything. We'd be tourists.

Parker: Not following you

hardison: BE DOMESTIC WITH ME PLS

- - - - -

Waitress (puts down beer): There you go.

Eliot: Ahh. Thank you, sweetheart.

Waitress: Anytime.

(Nate kicks Eliot under the table)

Eliot: What? Really? What, I can't have a friend?

Nate: Join a softball team

me whenever eliot flirts with someone other than parker or hardison

- - - - -

Tara: You know he's drinking again.

Eliot: I'm not an idiot, Tara.

Tara: I was told this was a problem.

Eliot: The drinking is not a problem. It's a symptom

this!!!

also eliot’s hair braids are adorable

- - - - -

(Sterling walks into the bar behind Eliot, approaches table)

Nate: Eliot, I'm gonna ask you not to do anything violent.

Eliot: What? What are you talking about? I only use violence As a - as a - as an appropriate response.

Sterling: Hello, Nate.

(Eliot’s face turns murderous and he turns to punch Sterling in the face, then proceeds to throw him down on a table and continue punching him. The bartender moves to call the police, but Hardison stops him by passing him money, Parker watches enthusiastically)

Tara: And this is?

Nate: James sterling. We used to work together. Insurance.

Tara: He seems to rub Eliot the wrong way.

Nate: You think?

(Nate walks over to where Eliot is still beating Sterling, and now has him by the throat)

parker and hardison literally have heart eyes for eliot in this scene ??? ot3 ???

hardison bribing the bartender not to call the police? parker watching like she’s being turned on or something? eliot’s face right before he hears sterling’s voice? sterling hitting eliot with a stick? CHAOTIC

- - - - -

Tara: Okay. Is there any chance she took the egg?

Parker: No. Maggie's the most honest person we know. But besides that, she's okay.

parker adores maggie

- - - - -

Sterling: You live and work here?

Nate: Yeah.

Sterling: I like the old place better.

Hardison: Do not mention the old offices.

people that have no rights: sterling

- - - - -

they had a legit P I L E of passports ready ??? SO MANY

- - - - -

Tara: Okay, you cannot out-bureaucrat a former Soviet Union bureaucrat. These guys gamed the most corrupt system on earth for 50 years. Paperwork's not gonna cut it. They're used to trading favors, not forms.

- - - - -

Nate: I just need some proof.

Parker: It was an inside job. Average keypad hack time is 1 minute, 9.3 seconds. Inner door access card takes at least 30 seconds for anybody but Hardison, and then the vault was an old Mark II Remington. In and out average - 7 minutes, 40 seconds. But these thieves, they did it in 5 minutes, 12 seconds. Maggie had the best access, so the real thieves only had to get her codes and badge. Yeah, only way they could pull it off that fast.

Sterling: How long has she been sitting..

sterling being utterly BAFFLED by parker is my aesthetic

+ she’s wearing a leather jacket AND a cute red flannel,,, the bi energy is strong

- - - - -

Parker: It's your first time being a fugitive, so I made you a bag..

Maggie: Thank you, Parker. It's not that I don't appreciate getting out of jail, I just can't live my life a fugitive.

Nate: But you're not a fugitive.

Parker: Passports, money, lock picks.

Nate: You were released, not broken out.

Parker: Toothpaste, explosives. Do not mix these up.

Maggie: Thank you, Parker.

+

Parker: This looks like gum. Not gum. Diamond-edged file blade.

Nate: Yeah, yeah. That's great.

Parker: She needs this stuff.

maggie is such a Mom™ rolling with parker’s antics and we love her for that

also PARKER IS TRYING SO HARD TO BE NICE BECAUSE SHE LIKES AND CARES ABOUT MAGGIE AND WE LOVE TO SEE IT

- - - - -

Parker: So, I took your advice and did the whole touristy thing. Went to the museum, and it was amazing.

Hardison: You see?

Parker: Yeah. They have a guardian T-840 security system. I've only seen those things in books. And the motion detectors - ooh, gorgeous! Six digital receptors. Six!

Hardison: What about the paintings?

Parker: What about the paintings?

she reads about security systems in books? omg I love it

- - - - -

Parker: We meet on internet.

hi I’m sorry but the way she said it was hilarious

- - - - -

Hardison: Alexander's got a travel visa to the United Arab Emirates. He's also setting up accounts in the Caymans, Macau, and Switzerland.

Nate: Yes, countries with no extradition treaty, tax havens

- - - - -

Tara: I got this one.

Eliot: Really? What are you gonna say to him? 'cause we got no cover story. We got no background on this cat.

Tara: Okay. That's it, then. I won't say anything. Really. Not one word. Just when he turns around and looks at you, do that thing with your eyes that scares people.

Eliot: I don't... know what you're talking about.

Tara: Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about.

Eliot: Pffff.

(Tara sits down next to Chernov and grabs his lunch, taking a bite)

Chernov: What the... Who the hell are you? Do I know you? Did Samuels send you?

(Tara moves a little, still chewing Chernov’s lunch)

Chernov: I paid them off. I took care of it.

(Tara looks over her shoulder at Eliot, who is scowling)

Chernov: Oh, god. Please. Is this about the item?

(Tara throws up her hands)

Chernov: I didn't know. No one told me.

(Tara checks her watch and stands up)

Chernov: Wait! Here. This is all I have. (hands her envelope) I'll back out. I'm sorry.

(Tara gives Chernov back his lunch)

Chernov: Sorry! (walks away)

Tara (rejoins Eliot and gives him the envelope): What we imagine is always so much better than the reality.

Eliot: Like love?

this whole scene was iconic

- - - - -

Sophie: Well, the prospective buyers are invited by their black-market contacts. They show up, they verify the merchandise, and they make a sealed bid. Hey, um, shine an ultraviolet light on that card.

(Hardison pulls a light from a bag and shines in on the card)

Eliot: Seriously? You have one just laying around?

he had one on his keychain in The Ice Man Job and boy do I love continuity

- - - - -

Tara: Parker, double reverse on three.

(Tara places envelope on tray, Parker takes envelope and passes it to Eliot)

we LIVE for smooth hand-offs

+ eliot did the flip thing with the envelope

- - - - -

Sterling: You're welcome. I don't know how you people ever manage – (flinches at feedback on com)

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Oh, I'm sorry, man. That just happens sometimes with the ear buds - You know, feedback.

[Embassy Hallway]

Sterling: As I was saying, the method - (flinches at feedback on com)

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Sorry.

[Embassy Hallway]

Sterling: This isn't gonna stop until I - (flinches at feedback on com)

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Stop talking. Shh. Please

PARKER’S SMILE AT HARDISON FUCKING WITH STERLING? AMAZING

- - - - -

parker is wearing a flannel now :)

+ the leather jacket she wears over it a little later

- - - - -

(Sterling pulls phone from his pocket)

Eliot: What are you doing?

Sterling (dialing): Calling the police. They don't get to dictate to -

Eliot (grabs phone): We're not calling the cops. Two hostages means they can kill one to make a point. (throws phone down on table) All right, listen. There's three types of calls we can get next. One - amateur. Cash and a dump site. Number two - professional. That's wire transfers and multiple-location drop-offs. (glances at Sterling) And three - targeted.

Hardison: Targeted toward us?

Eliot: No. Towards a specific ransom demand - Not cash. (looks at Faberge Egg case)

Sterling: You're not risking a $9 million artifact...

Eliot: It might be the only chance.

Sterling: ...on a hunch! Let me run this. We track the calls, find out whoever it is, have the police surround -

Eliot (walks around table to stand with team): Sterling, I'm the retrieval specialist. That's my job.

Sterling: Your friends' lives hang in the balance, and you're gonna take your cues off a punch-up artist instead of me? (closes case and takes phone from table) Call me when you need me. 'cause you will need me. (leaves with case)

eliot being the focused, determined retrieval specialist that’s hell bent on getting everyone back safe? we love to see it

+ parker, hardison, and tara having 100% faith in him standing beside him

- - - - -

Eliot: He's angry. We took his payday. (phone rings) All right, all right. (pulls phone toward him and hits button for intercom) Go.

Distorted Voice: If you follow our instructions, your friends will be returned unharmed.

Eliot: We agree. Tell us what you want.

Distorted Voice: You owe me

(Hardison uses computer to remove distortion)

Alex: $9 million.

Hardison: It's Alex. It's Alexander.

[Embassy Hallway]

Alex: I still have a buyer for the egg. Return it, and I return your friends.

[I.Y.S. Insurance Offices]

Eliot: I want proof of life now.

Alex: Agreed

it’s cool to see how Retrieval Specialist™ eliot spencer actually works

- - - - -

Nate: Yeah. Yeah, I was lying to you for your own good.

Maggie: Quick little hint for your next marriage - that excuse does not fly with any woman on earth.

Nate: Oh, go- next marriage? That's really nice to say.

Maggie (hitting Nate with spray can): You know what? I've heard that one before.

Nate: Heard what before? What are you talking about?

Sam: Are you actually having this argument now?!

Nate: She started it.

Maggie: He started it

chaotic ex spouses

- - - - -

Eliot: Listen, listen - we know who's behind this, all right? We know what they want. We have the upper hand here. We do.

COMPETENCY!!! HE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT HES TALKING ABOUT AND WE LOVE TO SEE IT

- - - - -

they made a taser out of two ends of a live wire and a flamethrower with a match and an aerosol I love it

- - - - -

Sam: Give me that. The thing everyone screws up when they fake their own death - no body. Well, that can work, but it leaves no suspect for the police to chase.

Alex: You won't get away with this.

Sam: No, you will. Of course, I've left an evidence trail a mile wide, Visa applications, accounts in offshore banks.

Alex: You were my friend!

Sam: I was your employee. And thanks to your screw-ups, I was an employee with no pension, no savings, no nothing. That was really, really unacceptable to me.

Nate: Well, it's a good plan. What? I- I - listen, I spent 20 years chasing, you know, guys that faked their own death. I mean, this one - it's pretty well thought-out.

Sam: Exactly. Alexander Lundy, desperate for cash, turns to violence. And his poor assistant, Sam, loyal to the last, caught in the cross fire at a ransom drop gone bad.

that’s actually really smart

- - - - -

eliot’s sly grin right before the flashback revealing how they got away with it

- - - - -

(Alex vomiting into a barrel)

Parker (handing him a cloth): It's okay. First bomb's always the hardest (cringes)

- - - - -

Eliot: Was it because they wanted us to hear Sam's performance? It's 101, man. After that, (looks hardison up and down) you don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure it out.

Maggie: You know, people underestimate you, Eliot.

Nate: That's kind of the point

HE CONSIDERES HARDISON TO BE AKIN TO A ROCKET SCIENTIST

- - - - -

Reporter (on television): And that's not all. Today, based on his work recovering the priceless artifact, James Sterling was invited to join Interpol. He's a real-life Sherlock Holmes.

Parker: Interpol? Seriously?

Hardison: Sterling's career gets another boost off of our hard work.

Tara: We didn't even get paid.

Hardison: Nope.

Tara: I hate this guy.

Eliot (taps his beer bottle on Tara's): Now you're part of the team. (walks away)

THAT is what it takes lmfao

also eliot was wearing a flannel in that scene

#leverage 2.12 #leverage 2x12 #the zanzibar marketplace job #leverage #leverage season 2 #season 2 #notable moments #mine

[itsworn]

Denny Merritt’s Salvaged Studebaker Pickup

The path to becoming a true automotive enthusiast can begin in several ways. Some folks embrace it as a fun way to pass time after retirement while others get bit by the bug when they first get their driver’s license. Then again, there are some who are born into the sport.

Dennis Merritt, owner of this beautiful 1948 Studebaker pickup truck, says he can trace his love for vehicles back to when he was about 8 years old. That’s when he first modified his bicycle to impress the girls. Now retired from his railroad career, Denny devotes full time to his business, Merritt Auto Repair in Georgetown, Indiana, first established back in 1987. Denny enjoys building custom cars for clients and creating unique additions to his own collection. Over the years he estimates he’s built more than a dozen for himself and has several current favorites, including a 1970 Barracuda, 1950 Buick sedan, 1940 Ford, 1971 El Camino, 1972 Avanti, and more. Did we mention that Denny likes to stay busy? He also runs a full-time wrecker service!

About the same time he discovered that he really didn’t need sleep, Denny decided that there was a gap in his collection that could only be filled by a vintage pickup truck. Believing that true creativity can only begin with something genuinely different, he eliminated the standard Ford and Chevy options, finally tracking down this 1948 Studebaker M5 pickup in Otter Tail, Minnesota. It was in such rough shape however that he had to continue the search, buying a second truck to make one good one. Denny’s original goal was simply to create an old shop truck but somewhere along the way, the truck spoke up, dictating an all-new plan. Obviously, Denny listened, saying with a smile, “I like to do it right and I can’t stand people putting junk together and calling it good.”

Work began on the Stude by boxing the original frame, adding RideTech air suspension front and rear, tubular A-arms up front, and a Fatman four-link to hold the Winters quick-change rear fitted with 2.74 gears. Denny swapped the original Champion 169ci flathead six and T9 Crash Box four-speed for a tried-and-true GM LS3 crate motor (376 ci with a 4L85E trans, a combination he’s used many times in the past. It was a tight squeeze but it fit. PRC created a custom radiator to keep the motor cool and Vintage Air FrontRunner pulleys energize the accessories. GM electronic ignition creates precisely timed explosions and Doug Thorley stainless steel headers follow up, dumping spent gases into a 2.5-inch polished system with dual Flowmasters. The V-8 sends an estimated 515 hp to the four-speed automatic, protected by a BeCool trans cooler. Everything is stainless steel underneath, including the shop-fabricated 18-gallon gas tank. Batteries and reserve tanks for the air suspension are hidden from view under the bed. The Flaming River rack-and-pinion steering teamed up with GM disc brakes create a potent handling package. The truck rolls on Billet Specialties Velocity rims, 18s up front and 20s in the rear. Since Denny is a Cooper Tires dealer, Cooper rubber puts the power to the ground.

Although everything went together nicely, Denny realized that his new powertrain created a unique situation. Blisteringly fast with the current tall rear end, he estimated the top speed of the rejuvenated truck could easily exceed 140 mph. With characteristic humor, he decided to rectify the situation.

“I figured that gear would eventually kill me so I swapped in a 4.11 instead!”

Now, he buys lots of new rear tires but fortunately having the dealership makes that issue a non-starter.

Body mods were next on the list and since the vintage lines were what attracted him to the Stude in the first place, Denny left most of the external design cues untouched. All four fenders however, were beyond reasonable repair and were replaced with 2-inch wider fiberglass versions. The distinctive Studebaker grille was painted body color and the bed was outfitted with curly maple planks separated by stainless steel strips. The firewall and inner fender panels were smoothed to showcase the modern LS and the valve covers now boast the Studebaker logo. Denny had the talented team at S&W Collision in Georgetown, Indiana, complete the bodywork and spray the custom mixed shade of “DeMerritt” Red.

Moving into the home stretch, the interior was last on the list. The dash was painted to match the exterior and feature custom gauges that blend the old with the new, thanks to Dakota Digital. They kept the vintage look on the outside while adding modern technology underneath. Lokar pedals and tall shifter, A/C from Vintage Air, and Alpine four-speaker stereo make the cab a fun place to be on road trips. The bench seat is a repurposed backseat from a salvage vehicle with the armrest retained and the dimensions cut to fit the Stude. The team at Ace Rod Shop in Fairfield, Illinois, added the dark brown and beige leather to the seat, headliner, and door panels, along with brown carpeting on the floor.

Denny’s original goal was to create an old shop truck but as you can see, he’s one of those who can’t settle for good enough.

“Everything I do eventually expands into something that I wasn’t planning on doing!”

The build took two years but he’s not complaining. It’s one of his favorites in an already-pristine collection and a regular Best of Show winner. Denny enjoys giving his trophies away to kids in order to get them started down the same path that he chose years before.

FACTS & FIGURES

1948 Studebaker M5 1/2-Ton Pickup | Dennis Merritt

CHASSIS Frame: Studebaker with boxed framerails Rearend / Ratio: Winters 10-bolt rear fitted with 2.74 gears. Rear suspension: Fatman four link, RideTech ShockWaves Rear brakes: GM disc brakes Front suspension: Flaming River tubular A-arms, RideTech ShockWaves Front brakes: GM disc brakes Steering box: Flaming River Front wheels: Billet Specialties, Velocity rims, 18×8 Rear wheels: Billet Specialties Velocity rims 20×10 Front tires: Cooper ZEON RS3 245/40-ZR18 Rear tires: Cooper Zeon RS3 265/45-ZR20 Gas tank: 18-gallons, hand fabricated

DRIVETRAIN Engine: GM LS3 crate motor (376 ci Heads: Factory Valve covers: Painted with Studebaker logo Manifold / Induction: Factory EFI Ignition: Factory Headers: Doug Thorley stainless steel Exhaust / Mufflers: Dual Flowmasters. Transmission: 4L85E four-speed automatic Shifter: Lokar tall shifter

BODY Style: 1948 Studebaker M5 Modifications: Mostly original Fenders front / rear: 2-inch wider fiberglass Hood: Steel Grille: Painted to match Bed: Curly maple planks separated by stainless steel strips, Studebaker logo on the tailgate Bodywork and paint by: S&W Collision in Georgetown, IN Paint type / Color: Custom-mixed shade of “DeMerritt” Red Headlights / Taillights: Halogen headlights, LED taillights Outside mirrors: Custom fabricated by owner Bumpers: Chrome front with classic bumper guard, none in the rear

INTERIOR Dashboard: Painted to match the exterior Gauges: Dakota Digital in the original gauge housing Air conditioning: Vintage Air Stereo: Alpine with speakers in the kick panels and behind the seat Steering wheel: Flaming River Steering column: Flaming River, adjustable, stainless steel Seats: Repurposed bench seat with center armrest and mini console. Upholstery by: Ace Rod Shop in Fairfield, IL Material / Color: dark brown and beige leather Carpet: Dark brown loop pile

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