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(prescription: murder, 5.01 - forgotten lady, 5.02 - a case of immunity, 7.02 - murder under glass, 9.04 - rest in peace, mrs. columbo, 10.02 - murder can be hazardous to your health)
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Hi! So I donât know if Iâm allowed to request at part 2 but I was the girl who requested the one with Mr Orange confronting Vicâs baby mama. I would love a part 2 if thatâs ok and you have the time bc I love your writing!
why of course you can have a part 2!!! you can send another ask or message me with the details of it if youâd like :))
[vicâs favorite waitress faces the repercussions of her man seeing greenâŚ]
WARNINGS: fem! reader , sexual & mature themes , jealous! blonde , smoking mention , rough! sex
vic basically had his finger already on the trigger from the first glance. maybe it wasnât on his actual gun, but he was sweating to bend a few fingers back, maybe fracture a brow bone with the gruff snap of his elbow. you knew he was a littleâŚoff. as he stirred his coffee, he didnât even crack a joke. no matter how much you flashed him your smile, he could only watch that fuckinâ guy.
the guy at the counter. heâd been eyeing you up the minute he touched the barstool. and when you leaned over the counter to take his order (you couldnât quite hear him well), he switched his toothpick to the other side of his mouth, tongue swirling out like a clue to what was next if you wanted it.
you didnât.
you smile at the guy to be polite, but youâre hotter than hell feeling vicâs eyes on your back as you move around. you hope heâd have mercy on you, right? you canât help what a sleazy guy says to you on the job! you swipe a clammy hand against your apron and shake a few strands of hair from your eyes.
âany dessert for you tonight, sir?â you ask, already full of regret as he fixes his grubby face to sneer at you.
âi donât knowâŚwith the taste iâm craving, im not sure iâll find anything sweeter than you, doll,â he purrs, the toothpick rolling slowly around. you donât dispute him, just nod awkwardly as your face flushed red. you quickly force him on another waitress to get his check, but vic had already burned through three cigarettes.
the minutes between punching your time card and the descent into your desperate weeping was a blur. the weight of vicâs hand as its heel pressed into the back of your head kept your face disgraced to the wet pillow as he pounded into your sopping cunt like a maniac running.
he had very little words for you when youâd gotten in his car. he had very little words for you now, he just shoved you around like a little rag doll as you pleaded your case until you were naked and quivering beneath him on his bed. you were willing to do anything to prove heâd nothing to worry about.
the tug on your hair caused your head to leap back with ease. the sting in your scalp tensed your shoulder blades, but with his breath running hot along your ear, the rest of youâŚthe rest of you melted deeper into the desire to be ruined.
âi shouldnât have to remind you who you belong to.â
ân-neverâŚheâs nobody vicâŚâ you cough, attempting to drag your tear-stricken face against his mouth, wanting something⌠a kiss? but he pushes you back down, his other hand now spread on your lower back to stabilize himself. he adjusted his thrusts. now a painfully slow pace that made your walls squeeze ardently, needy and craving all of his length. you cry out with a hoarseness, another surge of tears streaking down your cheeks.
from above you, you hear his voice lace with reprehension. âwhose pussy is this?â
vicâs cock suddenly ran deeper at the gratification of your answer, a stroke so full of vitriol and force, your whole body spasmed. you couldnât even breathe.
âyouâre gonna learn.â he grits his teeth, his pace returning to the impossible speed of before. your arm claws back at him instinctively and he seizes it with a dangerous precision, trapping your wrist in his large hand. âyouâre my fuckinâ girl...â
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WARNINGS: mature themes , anti!cop sentiment , vic has a baby mama <3
orange had gauged someâŚsuspicious activity between blonde and an unnamed woman a couple of weeks back at the diner. he watched the two of them in the parking lot, vic passing a white envelope with a stack of cash to her after a job. she snatched it without a word. maybe it was her hurrying off, maybe it was the wordless exchange, or the fact he had to do it in secret that set freddy off, but he was off. he took down her license plate number the next time they met up at the diner, and found everything about her. this could be a real in for him. the police department wasnât yet satisfied with anything orange brought them back about joe, his new bossâŚso why not dig into this guyâs pawns?
orange was sweating bricks circling my around her apartment, waiting for the moment to strike. excitement fizzled in him as he finally spotted her car coming down the drive, beaming in the sunlight as she paralleled outside her address. just like what the records at the station showed.
after making another round to avoid suspicion, he slowly pulled up behind her. noticing she hadnât gotten out of her car yet, he did the honors of performing his nonchalant act, digging his hands in the pockets of his jeans, whistling a broken tune, and staring at the other buildings. just a local renter wanting to see if any open houses were holding in the areaâŚheâd always wanted to move down here, yada yada yada. vicâs woman, who had already eyed orange as he cruised behind her, scoffed tiredly.
she stepped out of her car and veered around, eyes on his backside without a lick of admiration attached. another letter envelope, fat with wads of hard cash, was tucked under her arm. âwhy are you following me, cop?â
freddy felt his whistle dive right back into his nutsack. stiff in the legs suddenly, he whipped around and found himself looking right at his target, sunglasses covering her sun-kissed face.
âme?â freddy stammered, âiâm not follo-â
she smirked, it stopped him dead. âso you are a cop?â she spat, then switched weight onto her other hip, âlisten, iâm not a part of whatever vic has going on. i just have his baby.â
her words were as certain as the grave and orange barely had time to process the syllables before she beelined around him, parading to her front door. had she been noticing him watching her and vic? who tipped her off? what if she could blow his cover? andâŚ
âb-baby?â orange squeaked. their eyes found each other again. orange tried to see hers through her shades.
âyeah. i got fucked. no condom.â she rolled her neck and blinked a few times, dead serious. and orange laughed, in an obviously uncomfortable manner. as if he wanted to say you donât need to spell it out for me⌠but she didn't relent. instead, she rolled her eyes and played harder, âoh who am i kidding? youâve probably never been laid.â
âhey-â freddy furrowed his brow and lurched forward.
she raised her eyebrow. a challenge? a threat? orange peeled back again. softened his stance. the last thing he needed was to be jumped right here in broad daylight by whatever company this broad keeps.
âheâs just giving me money to pay for his kid. isnât that what good guys do?â orange said nothing. she sucked her teeth. âi mean,â she threw her arm to the wind, âhow the hell he gets it i donât know nor give a fuck. so⌠if you want to pin him down for something, you wonât find it here. at least i wonât help you.â
orange gave a taut nod, cordial, but embarrassed by his mistake. of course, heâd never admit it, so he just flashed a smile to her as she entered her vestibule before offering one last gesture.
âthanks for your help, missâŚ?â
âyeah, no problem,â she huffed, grabbing a hold of her door to slam it heartily, âfucking pig.â
WARNINGS: fem!reader , mature themes , drug use mention , dom!reader
from the moment he stepped through the front door, you could hear him buzzing. another dirty deal, another drug, another late night at the club. it colored his footsteps, filled him with a drunken gaul. you could even see the twinkle in his eye that he hoped would be yours by the end of the night. and as he looked up at you, his goddess gleaming from the top of the staircase, he smiled with his biggest pride. he stumbled toward the stairs, goofily removing an arm from his sports jacket and shaking it off the other.
âpussycat,â he slurred, still moving. âbĂŠbĂŠâŚâ
âwhereâve you been, tony?â your freshly painted nails, bloody red, twinkle under the kiss of your chandelier as you remove a hand from the banister and cross your arms defiantly.
âcoming home to you, beautifulâŚâ he takes another step, his manly hand grabbing hold of the stairâs marble rail. âcoming-â
âah!â you raise your finger, wagging it. he screeches to a halt in an instant, bent over now like youâd just taken his screw out of his back. his bright eyes went from joy to near embarrassment. âtonyâŚâ his name came out of your throat like a tsk, but sweeter. he tilts his head toward you, completely yours.
âwhat is it, my love? what did i do?â
your finger bends slowly down, the stiletto sharpness of your nail making a harsh pointed arrow.
âdown,â you command. he lowers with a slow, but tantalized force, smiling at you.
from here he can see your high heels peaking out beneath your floor length robe. the pink fur hem waving sweetly just below your ankles. it didnât take him long at all, only a split second, to begin to visualize all the more that was awaiting him and he bows his head to you. his desire revs in his pants like a motor, the rest of his body going hot as his knee meets the first step.
âsuch a bad dogâŚâ you shake your head and he raises his, unable to deny his lust at the phrase. âcome on now. come on, tonyâŚâ you coo, your fingers tangling to undo your robeâs laces like you were bracing for a collar and leash. he starts to pant for you, beginning to crawl like a near maniac, but you stop him instantly, your hand like a foot-slammed brake. âslow, puppyâŚâ you draw out, every syllable wrapping around your lips like your favorite lipstick, âor you donât get anyâŚâ