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tommyheavyshield:

Tommy’s attention had mostly been drawn back to the television where Cleveland and Oakland were at the bottom of the 7th and tied up. Looked like there was a pitching battle going on, which made for a dull freakin’ game. However a small bit of his attention was on the guy nearby. The thing was that if you didn’t talk, most people got more talkative. It was just a thing he’d come to notice. But this guy was the opposite. Maybe he was in a similar boat to himself. All of this was rattling around in his brain, when the voice filled the air. He turned to see very dark eyes staring into his own. He held up his hands in a I mean no harm kind of a way. Slowly pulling out his phone he was able to type out words into his accessibility app without looking away. He slid it across the bar so the man could see in the dim light. Sorry if I overstepped. Just 2 say sorry 4 getting in ur space.

At first, Mateo admittedly had no idea what to think of the guy typing rather than answering his question. The only reaction that his eyes hardened visibly; the fact that he was strongly tempted to consider the other a colossal waste of time all but written on his strong features. Then the phone was slid along the bar top, and Mateo arched a brow sceptically, before slowly lowering his gaze from Tommy’s to read the message on the tiny glowing screen. A second later, the male narrowed his eyes and returned them to Tommy. “You mute or somethin’, kid?” His tone was almost accusatory in nature, and coupled with the less than forgiving look on his face, might even come off as downright hostile. Clearly expecting an answer, Mateo pushed the phone back in Tommy’s direction. 

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nataliemercer:

Natalie understood exactly what he wanted. He wanted her to leave him alone and not get without 500 feet of him. But, she didn’t want to give in to his whims and do what he wanted. Clearly the Master had an attitude, but Natalie was stubborn. Clearly it was this stubborn that was getting her in trouble with him and it was blinding her better judgement. If she knew what he would have done to her, she might have left him and never looked back. But sadly, her stubbornness was blinding her and she didn’t want to give in to another Master’s whims just because he had some kind of stick up his ass. Natalie was just as content with ignoring him, she hadn’t even wanted to look at him, but it was the only open seat in the bar and she didn’t want to give up her seat and her drink for him. 

As he dragged her from the bar, she instantly regretted not leaving and she was filled with fear and a seething loathing rage towards the man. Natalie continued to scream, fighting him and trying to get him to let her go so that she could make a run for it. He was strong and she feared that he was anything but human. His fingers curled in her and she screamed louder, begging for him to stop while she trashed against his touch. But as he slammed her head against the wall, she gasped, the crunch echoing in her head. Her vision was blocked out for a moment, stars dancing in her vision when it came back. The taste of blood filled her mouth and then was followed by the searing pain. Before she knew what was happening, he had her on her knees on the rough ground. Staring up at him, her head pounded from the pain and her nose was on fire. He pushed his cock against her lips and she glared up at him with hatred. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Just let me go.” The fear of him breaking her fingers weighed heavy on her and she slowly opened her lips, gasping in pain as the motion sent a wave of pain over her nose. Slowly she closed her lips around him, glaring at him with pure loathing and making small noises of pain since every motion sent pain through her once more. 

She was weak. A fragile little human, and while Mateo generally had very little regard for anyone or anything outside of his own person, he was mindful of the fact that he was supposed to at least keep her breathing if he wanted to continue his studies here. A little inconvenient, but nothing he couldn’t manage. Not that she was making a strong case for herself. Had he met her on the mainland rather than on this strange fucking island, she wouldn’t see another sunrise. 

He gave no outward reaction to her incessant thrashing, but he would occasionally loosen his grip, giving her the illusion of making some leeway, before tightening it once more, snuffing that tiny spark of hope. Once she was on her knees, however, it seemed the physical fight had left her, replaced with the glare in her eyes. As though that alone could burn a hole through him. It made him arch a brow expectantly, daring her to try something, encouraging it in fact. He met her eyes with a pair of dark, hardened ones of his own, her words encouraging a morbid twitch of his lips. “Make me.” Was all he replied, the gruffness of his tone suggesting it was the only way he would let her go. Not that he expected her to manage such a feat. Instead of fighting, however, she opened her mouth, and the second he was inside it, soft lips wrapped around his length, he shot his hips forward, driving himself to the back of her mouth, tip making its way into her throat. His grip on her hair tightened, holding her head in place, tilted back. “Keep those lips tight, puta,” he demanded before pulling back a little - then burying most of his length in her mouth once more. He fucked her mouth mercilessly, with no regard for any gagging or gasping for air; she was nothing but a hole, and he was using her accordingly. Mateo kept his eyes on the girl, watching her all the while. 

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nataliemercer:

He had told her to leave him and to stand, but beyond that, there was no reason for him to pull the stool out from under her like that. So, Natalie couldn’t understand why he had. What was his problem? Sure, she was sitting next to him, but she was just trying to ignore him. Natalie wanted to just ignore the man, she hadn’t even spoken to him before all of this. As she set the stool back up, she tried to move it away from Mateo as much as she could, but the man on her other side didn’t give her much room and she only got an inch or two away from Mateo. She turned her back and gritted her teeth to try and ignore him. “I have just as much right to sit here as you do. And it’s the only open seat.” Natalie didn’t want to give it up, she wanted to enjoy her drink. Suddenly, she felt a stabbing pain in the side of her head as spots danced before her eyes. The ground hit her body once more before she could figure out what was happening. All she saw was a bright light and felt a stabbing pain in the side of her head. Natalie didn’t even have time to collect her thoughts before he was dragging her from the bar. She screamed, some sense of what was going on coming to her. She struggled and screamed but no one made any move to stop him since she wore a collar around her neck. Gasping, all the air left her lungs as he slammed her against the wall. But as he pressed against her face, the throbbing pain of where he smashed his glass against her spiked. She screamed out again, struggling. “Let me go! Stop!” Her cries turned even more violent as he tore her clothes away and shoved his fingers into her. “Stop! St-op!” She struggled even more. 

Mateo didn’t really enjoy having to tell people what was glaringly obvious to anyone with intelligence surpassing that of a door, but this chick wasn’t getting it. Tell her to fuck off, she mouths off. Knock her off her chair, she gets back up. Whatever. At least chicks like her were dumb enough to fight a losing battle. And Mateo was always up for a bit of violence before bed. “Broken fuckin’ record,” he commented at her continued insistence that she had every right to be there. It was probably true, but that didn’t change the fact that Mateo clearly gave zero fucks about right and wrong. Or, at least he figured it’d be clear to anyone who wasn’t a fucking moron. 

Her screaming, the incessant thrashing, made Mateo smile. A slow curl of his lips, more instinctual than deliberate. He held her head in place, greatly limiting her movements, and turned his fingers inside her. “That’s it, perra.” He hissed, then pulled her head back and slammed it back hard against the wall, the loud crunch of her nose breaking filling the air between them. Pulling his fingers out of her, Mateo undid his jeans and pulled out his half-hard cock. A firm grip on her hair allowed him to yank her around and force her to her knees in front of him. He moved his hips forward, the tip of his cock brushing her now bloodied lips. “Suck it hard or I start breaking fingers, perra.” 

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violetxansley:

Violet sighed and tossed his receipt on the table in front of him. “Don’t forget to pay.” She replied, rolling her eyes at him. “Why do I always attract the assholes at this place?” She asked herself with a huff, not bothering to soften her voice or hide the remark from him. She started walking away from him when he told her she had thirty seconds. “Thirty? Of fucking course.” She grumbled as she walked behind the bar and took her apron off. She grabbed her bag out of the cabinet and replaced it with the black apron. She took her time, not caring if she went over the thirty seconds or not. One the bag strap was secure on her shoulder, she turned and looked at him with her lips pursed. “Now what, oh great one?”

Mateo only arched a brow at the blonde, not bothering to inform her he’d paid for his drink when he bought it at the bar; he felt no need to justify himself to her, even if she did work there. It wasn’t his fault if this place didn’t keep track of shit. “Maybe it’s your sunny disposition,” Mateo remarked drily at her rhetorical question, but his face remained set in a slightly hostile mien despite what his tone would suggest was a sarcastic joke. He made his way out of the booth as she began walking away from him, eyes on her as the seconds ticked by. Mateo could be infinitely patient... when he wanted to. The thing was, he didn’t often want to anymore. These days, he took what he wanted when he wanted it, and gave zero shits about consequences to himself or anyone else. So when she took her sweet fucking time, he trailed after her. When she turned around, he was standing right in front of her, directly in her personal space - and he gave her no time to react before his hand was buried in her hair, with a steady hold on the back of her head. Then, in a flash of movement he bent her over the bar counter, slamming the side of her head into the hard surface with enough force to make her see stars. He kept her there, face pinned. “D’ya wanna do this here?” He all but snarled at her, lips a mere inch from her ear. “I got no fuckin’ problem with that, cabrona.” 

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slavesj:

Sibyla felt her face burn red with embarrassment as people began to turn and stare, while her cheek and jaw continued to ache with growing pain. “I didn’t start anything” she muttered, feeling her frustration building. “Why can’t you see that? It wasn’t me” He certainly had an anger issue, and the black collar around her neck left her vulnerable to him taking it out on her.

With a swipe of his foot, Mateo yanked the chair out from under her, causing her to fall flat on her ass. “Bitch, I still don’t give a fuck.” He stalked closer then, poking at her with the tip of his boot, before he slammed it into her stomach, breaking two ribs and knocking her over in the process. He arched a brow at her. “Either fight back or get the hell out o’ here and stop wastin’ my fuckin’ time.” He goaded her, crouching down to bring his dark eyes level with hers. “C’mon, you little bitch. Hit me.” 

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violetxansley:

“Obviously.” She mumbled while rolling her eyes. Blue eyes assessed him as she placed her order pad back into the small apron tied around her waist. “If you must know, you’re the last person in my section so once you’re done I can leave.” She replied, knowing that it was probably a mistake. She’d men like him on the island before. But maybe if she was a bit compliant he wouldn’t fuck her up too much.

Mateo gave the blonde a cursory look. She had spark. Granted, nowhere near the amount he’d experienced in girls off the island, but she’d do. “Pack up your shit. I’m done.” He gulped down the remainder of his vodka, and met her eyes once more. Then he stood, grabbing his wallet from the table and shoving it into the back pocket of his jeans. “You have thirty seconds.”

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scarlettxmcknight:

Scarlett barely glanced over and rolled her eyes at the man next to her, grabbing her barstool under her and scooting it barely away from him. “Relax, jeez.” she muttered, taking another sip of her beer and turning to the person on her other side. “Wrong place to be if you need space.” she commented, annoyed.

When the stool barely moved, Mateo cut the human girl a hard look. Then he turned, and placing his foot against the foot rest of her bar stool, he pushed it further back, until she nearly hit the person on her other side. Then he turned back to the bar and took another sip of his vodka. He didn’t speak a single word. She’d either take the hint... or she wouldn’t. 

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annekexlovdahl:

“Well, I am somewhat of a bitch, so at least you got that right. Good for you!” Anne grinned widely, more an instinct to bare her fangs than anything else. She sized up the man, deciding she could take him in a fight if needed, even though she’d rather not mess up her hair if she had the choice. Unfortunately, Anneke’s pride would always keep her from doing anything when spoken to like that. “You seem to be the only one with the problem here, I’m perfectly fine. If you ever feel like replacing the stick that’s up your ass with something else, I have some toys at home that could help.”

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Mateo gave the woman a look out of the corner of his eye, arching a single brow as though to wordlessly inform her how little of an effect her words had on him. Words had never done much to rile Mateo up. Now, actions... actions were they way to go if you really wanted to see him break shit. Not so much because it pissed him off, but because any reason to get physical was typically taken for the sake of it. Her need to bare her fangs made him smile wryly to himself. As if her species wasn’t plenty obvious already. He shifted minutely at her next words, tilting his head for a second to look at her. Then, in a flash of movement surpassing even her vampire senses, he was behind her, yanking her head back by her hair as he snarled, “Bare your fangs at me again, bitch. I fuckin’ dare ya.” 

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My soul is grey, not colourful like yellow or blue, not powerful like black or white.. just grey, an empty greyness.

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