crimson x reader one shots

crimson X mafia drug cartel reader

Narrator pov| you were at crimson house to chitchatting, you were brought to the living room the imp is currently sitting an elephant armchair while smoking from his cigar on the walls where collected pieces of his enemies, that hung like trophies crimsons looks at y/n up and down

crimson: I suppose y'wanna know why y'here

Y/n: is it because i didn't pay you

Y/n laughed not even bothered by him

crimson : The debt ya owe me? That's just part of it, sweetheart Sit down, relax. We got plenty to discuss

Y/n: okay I guess but only for a little bit

Y/n sits down on the couch

Crimson: Ya see, you're an interesting character, y/n. a powerful person. Rich, influential. You hold weight in the drug business. "But ya know who doesn't like ya?

Crimson takes a long drag from his cigar, exhaling a cloud of smoke

A powerful person. Rich, influential. You hold weight in the drug business. "But ya know who doesn't like ya?"

Y/n: who?

Crimson: Me A person like you...don't fear anyone, do ya? You think ya know everything, that ya can do anything. The rules ain't for you. No.. That's wrong. You've got a lot to learn, sweetheart.

Crimson sits back in his seat, crossing his legs. He eyes y/n up and down.

Y/n: can you just cut the chase? You're talking a lot you're also wasting my time skip to the main reason why I'm here

Crimson scoffs.

Crimson: You? You have no time.

Crimson leans forward, staring rose in the eye  

Crimson: And I ain't 'wasting your time.' You and I are gonna be spending a lot of time together. You're gonna be working your an off.
In case you couldn't tell, I'm takin' a liking to you, sugar. So get comfortable, 'cause you're my newest business partner

Crimson chuckles softly

Crimson: I've been looking for someone with your kind of fire

Y/n: I will never work with you you hate me and I hate you

Crimson: Honey...ya don't know the meaning of hate.

Crimson rises and he leans forward, towering over rose. He presses a finger against y/n chest, right above her heart. He grins a wicked grin.

Crimson: Cause if I hated you...you'd be dead

Y/n gasps, her eyes widening.

Crimson: ...So don't ya think twice. You're gonna work for me, ya gonna do what I tell ya, and ya gonna like it.

Y/n: what am I even getting out of all of this?

Crimson: Oh, I'm gonna give ya plenty

Crimson's voice is layered with innuendo.

Crimson: But you gotta stay loyal to the family. And listen to the head of the family - me.

He leans forward, raising an eyebrow.

Crimson: Think ya got the strength to handle that?

Y/n: I want 50 percent of all this then I can handle it

Crimson: Well, I was gonna give you 30 percent, but I like ya." Crimson shrugs. How 'bout 40 percent?

Crimson leans back again, a smug smile playing across his features.

Crimson: You, me - our partnership is gonna be the new face of the drug trade, sweetheart

Y/n I will think about it

Crimson: take you're time sweetheart