Concept: Keeping secrets from your mob father has always been difficult. But how hard will it be to keep your new afair with his new hitman, Murphy, a secret.

A/N: I am so sorry! This baby is long overdue! But my finals just ended and I’m on break now! So hopefully my fics will be more on schedule like they used to be! As always, requests and feedback are always appreciated! And keep a look out for more material as well! ✌❤

Warning: Violence, and death. Yknow…mob stuff!!

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Nothing was more exciting than being sent to run errands for your father. It was so rare that it happened, considering how protective your father was. He prefered you stay home, read your books, write poetry. Something a little more, ‘lady-like’. But you weren’t going to let his wishes keep you away from all excitement.

“Sweetie.” Your father’s voice struck your attention. He motioned for you to come forward from your place. Leaning against the wall behind his desk while he spoke with colleagues. You stepped forward, eyes wide with attention.

“Yes Poppa?”

“We have a shipment coming in. Would you be so kind as to, manage it?”

“Of course.”

“And uh, take Fish and Reyes with you.”

“Yes Poppa.” You beamed, grabbing your coat as you scambered out of the room. Fish stood in the hallway, smoking a cigarette. You yanked it from his lips as you walked by. “Call for Reyes. We’re managing tonight.” You smiled, taking the cig and giving it a puff as you walked through the hotel you currently stayed at with the gang.

Fish drove the way there. You eagerly in the front seat, with Reyes pouting in the back. Her and fish, had a heavy past to say the least. It was a miracle they weren’t bickering at the moment.

“You took a wrong turn.” Reyes spat.

“When?”

“One Avenue West.”

“Well why the hell didn’t you tell me then!?” He shouted back. There is was.

“It’s fine Fish, just take a left on Gardener. You can get to the docs from there. We just can’t be late.” You tried to calm the situation.

“Yeah well maybe if someone had said something before we got lost.”

“We’re not lost. Just take a left here.” There was an awkward moment, tension pulled tight with silence.

“Why the hell are you so excited to be out here anyways. It’s not that big of a deal anyways.” Fish questioned.

“Maybe not for you. But in case you haven’t noticed. I don’t get out much, like you boys.”

“Course you don’t, they’re disposable.” Reyes commented. Fish flashed her a glare.

“No they’re not! We’re all practically family!”

“Uh-huh. Except that hitman. Huh Y/N?” Reye’s eyebrow flew up.

“Murphy?” Fish questioned. Your cheeks went a bright red. The hickies from that party had just barley worn off by now. You tried so hard to cover them up. How did she know?

“What are you talking about?” You asked.

“You better be careful. You know how your Poppa doesn’t like you dating boys. Especially his boys. Or fucking them, rather-”

“REYES!” Fish scolded her. “Seriously. Y/N is a respectable young woman! What if Boss heard you talking like that about his daughter?” You didn’t say a word the rest of the way there. A small crew walked around, working on moving crates from boat to truck, while others kept watch. One crew memeber aproached you with a box for you to check. Opening the crate, to reveal the shiny stacks of guns. You smiled and noddes as you kept tabs. Watching as fish payed the men.

“Hey! Y/L/N!” A sharp voice cried from the ship on the dock. You looked up to find a few men in suits, hold up guns.

“Get down!” Reyes shouted, pulling you down behind a few crates just before they started shooting. Bullets flying through air. Crew memebers dropped left and right. Both you and Reyes struggling to shoot back with your revolvers. There was barley room to budge. Pieces of wood from the crates flew. Your ears rang with the sound of the metal rain as it flew onto you and your men. You managed to shoot down a man or two. You looked over and found Fish hiding behind a truck. Loading a tommy gun, before saying a prayer and throwing himself out. He cried as he shot down a few men. But the bullets were relentless.

“Fish! You crazy bastard! Get back here!” Reyes cried out. You peaked your head out, to find him standing center of the action. Screaming triumphantly. All you heard was Reye’s cries, begging him back. Before you watched shot after shot pluge into his flesh. His body became like a rag-doll, as the bullets littered his body. Before he dropped dead in the sand.

“Come on!” You shouted to Reyes, pulling her to attention. Almost every other crew member was picked off by now. They were closing in. “We have to get out of here!” You dragged her away from her spot. Ducking and dodging your way back to the car. Reyes angrily shooting, managing to hit a guy or two. You jumped into the car, staring it, and taking control. You drove off, the men left shooting after you. The car suffering some damage in your escape as you drove into the city. You panted heavily, as you tried your best to not cause an accident.

“Fuck!” Reyes cried. Her hands going through her hair as she looked wide eyed at the world around her. “We have to go back! Fish is- Finn is-”

“Finn is dead Raven! We watched him drop! There’s no way in hell he survived that!” She leaned back in the chair, and started crying. “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry Raven…” You pulled into the hotel, and somehow managed to make it inside. Both of you complete messes as you stumbled through the halls. You busted open the doors to your father’s office. “They jumped us!” You shouted. “Those bastards went back, and they attacked us!” The first thing done, was order a clean up of the scene as your father cooed over you. Throwing a blanket over you, and Reyes. The two of you were sat in the living room of the loft of the hotel. Drinking tea to sooth the memory.

The twins sat with you in silence as you told them of Fish’s death. That moment only interrupted by shouting in the room over.

“The hell happened!?” A family voice stormed. You looked back as Murphy busted through the door. His direction was to you as soon as he saw you. “What happened to you? Are you hurt!? What did those fuckers do to you!?” You stared at him wide eyed. His hands grasped your shoulders as he looked over you. A voice cleared in the doorway.

“Watch how you touch my daughter, Murphy. She’s fragile.” Your father warned. “The girls,” his voice went low, making a point, “are fine.”

“Right.” Murphy’s eyelids lowered, as his hands slid off of you. “What are my orders?”

“Stand by. And, stay away from my daughter.” Your father spoke as he left the room. Murphy turned back to you, and leaned in.

“Those men are dead.” He whispered behind gritted teeth. He turned, and stomped out of the room. You couldn’t say a word you just stood there.

“I knew it.” Reyes spoke, sipping her drink.

“So are you guys…” J asked.

“No.” You spat back.

“Murphy…” you grabbed his arm, and Murphy looked up at you. “I think… I think I’m drunk.” 

“Good observation.” Murphy chuckled as he took a sip from his own drink. You suddenly got up and was about to walk away, when you stumbled and nearly fell over. Murphy immediately got up to catch you, wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you. He suddenly lifted you in his arms and started walking to where your tent was, saying, “I think you’ve had enough for tonight.” 

Murphy entered your tent and lay you down on your sleeping bag, and you grabbed his arm and pulled him down with beside you. Murphy smile as you shifted, resting your head on his chest as you random said, “Earth is weird.”

“Yeah,” Murphy laughed. “It is.” 

summary: waking up at the beach after going through hell with murphy?

a/n: i like to write sometimes, so i’ll just dump it here. it’s not finished. i don’t even know if i’m going to finish it but yes.

Coldness, was the first observation she made, as she awoke. An ice cold breeze ran through her skin. Without opening her eyes she expected to see ice or snow all around her. Instead, she was welcomed with sand right underneath her and the open sea in front of her. Only now did she register the sound of waves crashing just a few feet in front of her and crows lurking around beside her.

The coldness overwhelmed her while she wished to have never woken up from her warm and comfortable slumber. She sat up slowly while noticing the agonizing ache which struck from her toes all the way to her upper body. She took in her surrounding as she noticed the boy she’s grown so fond of laying peacefully, with her jacket carefully laid upon him, asleep beside her. Her jacket was untouched which led to her knowing he probably didn’t even move in his sleep from all the exhaustion. The blood from the vague wound on his leg has already dried.

How long did she sleep for his wound to have already dried? Worrying questions arose in her head at seeing the untreated wound. Feeling the need to act, she finally stood up, trying to ignore the intense pain that went through her body.

She removed her jacket from his still sleeping body to put it on in hopes it would warm her tiny frame up, unsuccessfully.Kneeling down to him she wondered how she’d wake him up without him instantly getting mad at her. Weighing out her options she opted for softly shaking his firm body. Again, unsuccessfully. She didn’t want to anger him even though she only wanted him to wake up.

“John? You have to wake up, like.. right now!”, she tried to wake him persistently. Her fragile voice only helped a little as he slowly woke up. The tiny girl couldn’t see that though, so she lowered herself to be exactly in front of his face only to call his name a lot louder than before.

At that, he squinted his eyes at the unnecessary loud volume of her voice while he groaned as if that would help him in any way.

“Oh, well good you’re awake!”, excitement struck through her voice which led the corners of her lips to rise visibly.

The coldness didn’t even bother her now she wasn’t alone. Secretly she never felt alone with his presence near her even though she would never admit that to him. As of now, she was just happy that she didn’t have to face the hell she’d been through hours ago alone.

“‘Course I’m awake,’you expect i was dead?”, were the first words that left his lips. Of course his first words would reek of sarcasm.

He couldn’t see the wide smile on her face since his eyes were still closed because of the bright light radiating in front of him; but he imagined her smiling, like always.

He groaned, not wanting to open his eyes, while he rolled to his side to get more comfortable, subconsciously cuddling up to her. But suddenly he hissed in pain due to his wound getting in contact with the sand. Her hands instantly went to his upper arms as he turned around again while finally opening his eyes.  

“Don’t! Your wound is still open .. and also looks very terrible.”,she tried to inform him with a hint of encouragement, unsuccessfully.

“Gee, thanks”, he only grunted as a response while he finally sat up, now looking at her with a tired expression.

She sat down on her knees in front of him observing the wound on his leg, panicking slightly. The terrified girl was not a doctor, nor had she one as her mother.

Desperately checking her surroundings for any sign of what she should do, she couldn’t notice the panic rising in her. Jaha was gone. More importantly, everyone was gone. They were alone and John was injured. To top it all they were on an unknown island without any kind of help in sight.

“Tell me you’re not having a panic attack.”, his voice brought her out of the mindless state she was in only for her to look at him with a slightly annoyed expression. Why did she always have to be so worried about him even though he wouldn’t care if he knew?

She pushed him back into the sand, with a lot more force than she intended to. Ignoring his painful grunts, she stood up, looking at him over her shoulder one last time. “Bite me.”

He tried to get comfortable in the sand again while wearing his usual Murphy grin, whereas she decided she was done with his behaviour for now.

Without actually knowing the directions, she started to step away from him; wanting him to regret his words or regret getting her mad. She didn’t know what she was trying to prove to him as she continued walking without hearing his voice calling her to come back. Because it never came. And it would never come.

Regret is something she felt so often it became almost unbearable to feel. She regretted following Jaha, believing him. Did she actually believe him? To find some City that may not even exist. What did they even expect to find? A civilization where they would be forgiven for their crimes? It sounded ridiculous even thinking about it. So why did she agree to leave a place where she was unwanted but safe, to seek for a better place with no confirmation of existence.

Abruptly she stumbled over a rock, falling face first into the ground that was significantly harder than it looked. She immediately felt the pain quickly coming back to every limp, making her groan out louder than necessary.

“Is this a sign to tell me I should stop thinking?”, she asked out loud, momentarily having forgotten that John was still lying in the sand somewhere.

Her body was overrun by exhaustion again, especially because she was already laying on the ground ready to fall asleep again. Despite her satisfaction screaming at her to remain curled up on the ground, but the rationality in her won without even trying.

Jasper’s almost death experiences + the actual one

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The 100 Meme : [5/5] episodes ↬ season four, episode four - a lie guarded

Well, he’s got a point. Seriously, dude, human sacrifices?

Concept: Keeping secrets from your mob boss father has always been hard, but how hard will it be to keep your affair with his new hitman, Murphy, a secret?

A/N: I know latley my series pieces have been lacking in wanted content, but I hope this helps! As always, requests are open, and feedback is always welcome as well! ✌❤

Warnings: NSFW! Oh boy, nsfw ❤

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Weeks had gone by since you saw Murphy. Good thing too, that slime made you so uneasy. Latley, you had been managing smaller projects to keep yourself busy. Small deals, transactions. Not very, high risk jobs. Poppa insisted you stay safe. He worried for your saftey. If anything happened to his one and only daughter. Lord have mercy.

A new deal was cut. Something about territories, and another trades. Either way, Poppa made more money from it. A trade with another mob was always good. Poppa never lost when those things went bad. Especially not when he hired people like, Murphy. There was cause for celebration.

“A party, a, gathering. If you will.” Your father described to you, as he watched you from his seat. He sat at his desk, his reading glasses hanging to the end of his nose. Your leaned against the window, arms crossed as you peered out. Lowering the shades to get a better view of the glossy sidewalk, as you watched the afternoon’s rain to trickle down from the grey sky. Which hung like cloth above the city landscape.

“Really Poppa, if you’re looking for an exscuse to drink with your buddies.” You joked, but he was having none of it. He scoffed, and leaned back in the rich leather chair.

“Do me a favor, and just set the damn thing up.”

“And who should I invite? Half of New York city?”

“All of our guys, and all of theirs! It’s like inlaws, baby.”

“All, of our guys? Even the new one?” Was Murphy even allowed to attend things like this at this point in his career?

“Everyone.” You sighed, and got to work. You had assistance to say the least. A woman, about your age, who worked with you. Something like an assistant, only, more like a friend. And more likley to kill a man than your average assistant. Reyes was a life saver. Especially when it came to things like this. The girl was smart! Quick! And crafty. With her help, you had invitations for over four hundred people within the day!

Before you knew it, you were having your friend Octavia zip up you form-fitting gown. She sat at the vanity set up, powdering her nose as you slid the silk white gloves up your arms. You dressed yourself in decadent fashion. Curling and pinning your hair, and finishing up with gifts of diamonds from your Poppa. Or perhaps a deceased suitor or two.

You arrived to the venue with your father, early. Just one of the many luxury hotels he owned. You watched as staff finished decorating the main ballroom with gold and white. Just in time to scold a staff member or two for doing something wrong. Stressing yourseld out the more guests started to arrive. Everything had to be perfect. You, had to be perfect. You had to be proper, poised, the perfect daughter. The perfect hostess. Finally, once the majority of guests were accounted for, and mingling. Ms. Blake pulled you aside.

“Y/N, darling, the night is perfect. Relax, I’m afraid you’ll have an aneurysm if you’re not careful.” She handed you a drink to calm your nerves. Ever since her brother joined the mob, the two of you have been close. Raven leaned against the wall with the two of you, people watching. She help a martini in her hand, and simply sipped at it. Turing down every random joe that asked for a dance. It was entertaining to watch the look of utter embarrassment and confusing when the men were turned down. Especially when it was one of the Twins.

It was a game they had been playing for years. Who could crack Reyes first? Whoever got a dance first, was the winner. So far, Raven was winning. Octavia on the other hand, couldn’t turn down a dance. Either couldn’t, or wouldn’t. She was something of a flirt. Raven and you would bet on how long each Boe of hers would last.

After dance, after dance to the lovely sound of live Jazz, and a few too many drinks. You needed a breather. You wondered up the strairs in your heels, and leaned against the balcony of the third floor. Looking down at the party below. You stood alone, gazing over your work as people laughed. You felt at peace for a moment, before you heard the shuffling of feet behind you against the carpet floor.

“My my, you throw quite the party, don’t you?” The familiar voice cooed. Your heart jumped in your chest, and would not settle down. You didn’t look up, you let him shuffle around, and lean against the board next to you, facing you. “Now why is it, you dress up so sharply for this gathering, but for my induction you looked like a drowned rat?”

“Watch yourself, Murphy. Or I’ll drown you like a rat.” You warned. He chuckled.

“Forgive me, doll. You look ravishing. As usual.”

“I’m in no mood for this kind of talk.” You glared at him, while his smirk only spread.

“Well that’s perfectly alright.” He slid closer, so his cost covered shoulder pressed against yours. “I’m not much for talking.” He let his fingers glide down your bare shoulder, and then up to your collarbone.

“I’m not playing this game, John.” You hissed.

“What game? I assure you, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” His eyes bore into yours. Every inch of you wanted to touch him. To kiss him like he had you in the hallway. But your consciousness cried for you to run. To get away from him. This was bad. He was bad. He slid a hand behind your neck, and before you could say another word, he pulled you. Planting another passionate kiss on your lips. Letting it sink into your very soul. His other hand held your waist close to him. Caressing every curve he could. Once he had your attention, she pulled his lips away. Keeping his forehead pressed against yours. “This game sounds fun, wouldn’t you agree?” He purred. You inched away, aware that if anyone looked up from downstairs. They’d surely see you.

He caught your arm and held you to him, kissing you. Making you melt in his arms as his hands roamed your body. Keeping your close to him as your hands rand down his suit covered body. You wanted him more than anything else in the world at this point. Your heart, your body begged for it. You played with the bulge in his pants, making him moan into your neck as he nipped at the sensative skin.

“Murphy.” You gave a breathy sigh of pleasure.

“That’s it.” He grunted, taking you bit the hips, and pressing you against the board of the balcony. Giving you the perfect view of the guests. He hands toyed with your clothes ass before pulling up your dress.

“Murphy, wait. Not here, they could see-!” Murphy’s tongue caught you off. He had slid down your panties. Knelt down, and began licking at you. Enjoying himself as you moaned in pleasure while he played with your pussy. Licking, and rubbing. Working you. Your cheeks went bright red, the excitment rushing through you. At any moment you could have been caught. Somehow, that only turned you on more. The fact that Murphy reveled in the idea helped immensely. He chuckled happily when he made you cum in his hands.

“Good girl.” He cooed, standing behind you. He leaned forward, biting your ear as he pulled out his pulsating erection. You felt his skin on yours, making you shiver. He made you look down on everyone, as you felt him slowly enter. He savored the feeling of filling you. Until he reached out and held onto the board. Using that as a balancing point. He fucked you into it. Watching the guests with you as he struggled not to grunt and grown. You feared a loud sound would draw attention. But it felt so good, you couldn’t but make soft squeaks and gasps as his hips slapped against your ass. Eventually he had to hold a hand over your mouth. Pulling your head up, so it rested on his shoulder. “Hush doll. You’ll get us in trouble.” He whispered in your ear. Sending you over the edge. You came around him, making him stifle a grunt of pleasure as you twitched around him. It wasn’t long until he came with you, on your second orgasm.

The two of you panting messes, fixed yourselfs up. He noted your hair was off, he repinned it. You noticed his tie was off, you adjusted it. You went to leave to go back down stairs. But he caught you in another kiss. A shy kiss. It was unsettling to say the least. The notorious hit man, who previously fucked you above your peers, was shy. You almost tripped on your way back down the stairs. Your legs felt like jelly. It was a little difficult to rejoin the party. But miraculously, you managed. That was, until:

“Y/N, darling, wait a minute. You’re missing an earing.”

                                     And that kitty-cat - - - that’s Selina Kyle 

Oh my

GAH

So, as promised, here’s my list of lesbian movies for all of our lovely followers and the people you want to share it with. I hope I haven’t forgotten any good ones, but if you feel like that is the case, feel free to add movies to the list! 

This is my gift for all of you, I hope you’ll like it ♥

/ Mod W

Tipping the Velvet 

Bound

Below Her Mouth

The Handmaiden

Kyss Mig

But I’m a Cheerleader

If These Walls Could Talk 2 

Anatomy of a Love Seen

Saving Face

Lost and Delirious

The Incredibly True Adventure of Two Girls In Love

D.E.B.S.

Desert Hearts

Margarita With a Straw

Writing the dramatic death scene

In your head:

In paper:

this made me laugh so hard because it’s so accurate.