#Charme chulo

[cenaindie]

Charme Chulo – Crucificados pelo Sistema Bruto https://cenaindie.com/album/charme-chulo-crucificados-pelo-sistema-bruto/

[anikaluv]

I'LL ACCEPT YOU —

❤︎︎ pairing: Miles (e!42) × fem!reader

❤︎︎ genre: fluff

❤︎︎ cw:  suggestive, nudes, Mrs. Morales a lil mean to reader at first (motherly instinct at its finest)

❤︎︎ summary: You were at the dinner table, meeting Miles' mom for the first time, when he excused himself to use the bathroom. As you sat there you noticed a polaroid picture of your breasts on the phone case that Miles had left behind. Now, you had to figure out how to explain this unexpected and embarrassing situation to his mother.

❤︎︎ w/c: 2.1k

❤︎︎ a/n: Everyone describes about how you and Rio would be best friends, but ion know, I feel like she’ll be a little skeptical about you like she was with Gwen in the movie. It's her little boy we’re talking about here. <3

Today was the day you finally met Miles' mother, the most important person in his life.

You wished you could have met her sooner, but her demanding schedule at the hospital made it impossible until now, after seven months of dating Miles. You had plenty of time to think about what to say and do, but it didn't stop the nerves from fluttering in your stomach.

"Baby, you'll be fine," Miles reassured you, rubbing your back affectionately. He knew how much meeting his mother weighed on your mind, but he had no doubt that the two of you would get along. As he rang the doorbell, he placed his hand on your waist. "She'll love you, promise."

Though you nodded in response to his kind words, your mind still raced with anxiety. You understood the importance of this dinner and were determined not to mess things up. Your hands started to rub against your jeans, becoming sweaty from the nervousness.

The door creaked open slowly, revealing Mrs. Morales herself, wearing a kitchen apron around her waist. She immediately looked towards Miles, speaking as if you weren't there. "Miles! What's taken you so long to come home? You know you can't-" It was then she finally realized your presence.

She paused mid-sentence, turning her attention to you, giving you a quick up-and-down glance that made you feel insecure about your outfit choice. You knew you should’ve went with the sweater instead of this stupid T-Shirt. "Oh? Hello there, who are you?" she inquired.

Feeling put on the spot, you started to mumble a small introduction, but she asked you to repeat yourself. Before you could gather your thoughts, Miles came to your rescue. "Mamá, este es mi pareja, [your name]” (Mom, this is my lover, [your name] ). Even after Miles introduced you, you could sense that Rio was still on guard, her protective instincts clearly showing proudly.

You held up the little vase of flowers you had bought as a gift for her, feeling a bit on edge as you offered it to her. She took it with a skeptical look in her eyes. " [Your name], it's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Morales," you greeted her politely, extending your hand for a handshake. However, she merely stared at your hand and didn't reciprocate the gesture. Instead, she spoke with a hint of disdain, "Charmed to meet you," leaving you feeling a little embarrassed as you withdrew your hand.

Miles chuckled uncomfortably at the situation and attempted to steer the conversation in a different direction. “Mama! I can smell something from the kitchen all the way from here! Is dinner ready?”, he said, acknowledging the delicious aroma of the food. Like a switch, Rio turned to her son with a warm smile.

“Yes, mi chulo (cutie). I’m almost finished, come eat.” She started to turn around and walk back inside, but then paused and turned her head, giving you a cold stare that seemed to pierce through your soul. “Ah, and you too, I suppose.” You felt a pang of disappointment as you looked at Miles, realizing that things were going downhill so quickly.

He met your gaze with hopeful eyes and spoke to you, "She just needs to get to know you, that's all." It was meant to reassure you, and while you appreciated his support, you couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling in your heart. You sighed deeply.

This was going to be a very long night.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, you’ve been eating for 30 minutes and it was just, awkward.

You could sense Mrs. Morales' disapproval lingering. Miles did his best to ease the atmosphere, cracking jokes and attempting to bridge the gap between you and his mother. However, it seemed that no matter what he did, Mrs. Morales remained distant.

You tried to engage in small talk and show genuine interest in her life, but your efforts seemed futile. Mrs. Morales gave brief responses and didn't seem interested in getting to know you at all. You felt like you were walking on eggshells, afraid to say or do anything that might upset her.

Miles held your hand tightly the whole time, providing you with a comforting anchor as you navigated the tense conversation. Rubbing small circles into your hand as you clenched his tightly every time you were being shot down in discussion . Miles was your rock, he supported you and helped you through everything. You were so grateful that he was always there-

“Hey, ill be right back, I have to use the bathroom.”

What the hell?

Mrs. Morales lifted her head from her food and nodded at him, “Okay, honey.”, however, you weren’t so ecstatic at the idea of Miles leaving you alone with his mother.

"Miles, what on earth are you thinking?" you whisper-shouted to him, panic evident in your voice. He chuckled at your anxious tone. "You'll be fine, trust me, mami. Here, I'll leave my phone here so you know I won't take long." Miles placed his phone on the table, but you couldn't spare it a glance, too busy giving him a look filled with betrayal. "I'll be right back," he reassured, leaving a tender kiss on your temple before standing up and excusing himself one last time.

“Well this is just great”, you thought. Your plate was finished 15 minutes ago, so you’ve just been with talking to Miles and trying to include Rio in you two's conversations, but now that he’s not here, you’ve settled at twirling your food on your fork.

Suddenly, Mrs. Morales cleared her throat loudly, catching your attention. Your neck snapped up weakly to meet her gaze. She crossed her arms, her posture becoming more assertive. "So, what exactly are your intentions with my son?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow in a challenging manner. Your posture straightened, and you swallowed nervously, your mind going blank. Desperately searching for something to focus on other than Rio's piercing gaze, your eyes landed on Miles' phone case.

That's when you noticed it.

Sat inside Miles clear phone case was a polaroid of your breasts. You gasped seeing the picture, trying to figure out when Miles even did this. It showed them cupped by Miles hand, nipples erect and outward, with bruises left by him all over your skin. You body instantly flushed, how long has Miles phone been sitting on the table? Has Rio seen it?

"Hey, what's that?" Rio asked, her voice pulling you back to the present moment. You realized you had completely forgotten about the current situation, causing you to hastily flip the phone to the other side and let out a nervous "Nothing!" You hoped to divert her attention, but Rio remained unfazed, her gaze fixed on your phone.

"Is that a picture of you on the back of Miles' phone case? That's… cute. Let me see," she said, her curiosity getting the better of her. Your heart skipped a beat, panic setting in.

You knew you couldn't let her see that polaroid. "No! You can't! It's really… embarrassing," you mumbled, your hand instinctively scratching the back of your neck as you tried to sound as convincing as possible.

In response, you could see Rio's eyebrows raise, her interest piqued even more. You knew things were getting out of hand but before you can attempt to change the subject, Rio stops you.

“Wait, is that what I think it is?”

Your heart rate spiked; did she figure it out? You were certain she'd be furious. The mere thought of not being with Miles was unbearable. These rapid thoughts flooded your mind, each one appearing before the last could finish. Before you could answer, you heard Rio burst into laughter.

"Dios mio (Oh my god)…that's hilarious!" The cold demeanor she once had towards you melted away as quickly as it came. You joined in her laughter, relieved that she didn't seem mad about the situation. The bonding moment between the two of you felt genuine and comforting. You had expected her to be more strict, but her laughter was a welcome surprise.

As the tension subsided, Rio looked into your eyes with warmth, a smile lighting up her face. "Jeff used to do that too, take embarrassing pictures of me hang them up in his room. I can see why you're embarrassed. You probably made a really silly face, huh?" You nodded along with her until she reached the last sentence. She thought the picture on the phone case was of you making a silly face?

You laughed awkwardly, shifting in your chair as you tried to play it off. “Yeah! I was making a really foolish face in there, haha.” Your hands waved around dramatically trying the explain the picture to her, anything you made up immediately coming out of your lips. She chuckled at your dramatic performance.

She shook her head taking a sip of the tea she made, “That boy and his tricks, he reminds me more of Jeff everyday…”. Her face slowly turned toward a framed picture of the three of them. Jeff having Miles in a headlock rubbing his head while they’re both laughing, Rio smiling as she took the picture.

The memory depicted a happy and complete family, and you could see the love in Rio's eyes as she looked at the photo. She turned back to you, her tone delicate, filled with the fear of losing her son again. "My son can't lose another person," she whispered.

Rio placed her hand on the table, leaning forward to speak directly to you. "Just promise me you'll always be there for my boy, and I'll accept you," she said, her words sincere and heartfelt. You placed your hand gently on top of hers and replied, "I intend to be there for him until his last day, Ms. Morales." The seriousness in your voice conveyed your commitment.

Rio hummed, processing your response, and then smiled, sitting back into her chair content with your answer. Maybe you were the one who could make this broken family complete again, she thought.

As Miles walked back into the room after using the bathroom, he immediately sensed the warm and playful atmosphere between you and his mother. He sat back in his chair, casually draping his arm around your neck, joining the conversation. "What did I miss out on?" he asked with a playful tone. Both you and Rio exchanged knowing smirks, teasing him with a simple "nothing," which only made Miles grin even wider.

As you answered Rio's questions about you and Miles relationship, Miles let you and her bond and decided to bring his phone out on the table and scroll through social media, accidentally leaving the back in Rio's line of vision. Suddenly, you heard Rio gasp loudly and choke on her tea, causing you to exchange concerned glances with Miles. Worried about what had happened, both of you turned your attention to where she was looking; realizing what had caused her reaction, you both fell silent.

Rio now had a lot of more questions than before.

EXTRA: You screamed at Miles as soon as you left the Morales home, play hitting him as he chuckled at your rage.

You screamed at Miles to keep going as you clenched the sheets as he layed kisses and bites all over your chest. Every bite harder than the last then met with kisses and whispers of sweet nothings that had you on the edge of losing your mind.

“Miles, how could you do that! You made me so scared!”, you complained. Holding his hand as he walked you home. Pouting as he laughed at you not taking you seriously.

“Miles, how are you doing that? You’re making me feel so good!”, you babbled, mumbling little praises to Miles as he marked you, pinching your nipples as you wiggled in his grasp with your wrists held above your head.

You couldn’t hold in your laughter anymore as he tickled you. “C’mon, ma. Don’t make that face at me. I’m sorry, really.” He bent down and kissed your cheek as you crossed your arms at him.

You couldn’t hold in your moans anymore as he made you his. You were almost there but you felt Miles shift and get up and come back with a object in his hands as you continued to squirm.

“You just looked so pretty mami, I had to memorize it.” Miles flashes his signature grin at you. You couldn't stay mad at him, he was too handsome, you'll just have to get back at home some other way.

“You just look so pretty mami, I have to memorize it.” The camera flashes, capturing your beauty perfectly as Miles grins, carefully placing the polaroid on his desk, for safekeeping, at least for now.

ENDING A/N: I DIDNT MEAN TO MAKE RIO THAT MEAN LMAOOO, but I feel like its also a lil cannon yk? After losing the love of her life, Miles is the only one she has left so yeah, she’s gonna be protective as hell over him. 

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[ozimagines]

Dating Chico Guerra would include…

Charming, slippery fucker

Takes him a long time to catch feelings

Definitely teases you and makes your life hell to show you he likes you

Won’t commit unless it looks like you have someone else (toxic boi)

Very loyal (for Chico anyway) once smitten

Expects sex; he needs it to survive😭

Will perform oral but will have to be bribed and will complain like a bitch the whole time

“Are you done yet?” “No” “*sigh* okay”

He will take sex anywhere and everywhere. If you ask and he says no, he may literally be dying.

Will pick on Alvarez to peacock in front of you

Big 90s cholo energy😍

Himbo™️

Vey into PDA

Puts his hand in your back pocket so everyone can see you’re his

Will leave a hickey in the shape of his initials swear to god

“Just signing my work, baby” 😘

Is very self conscious about his eyes so you compliment them often

Lots of sexy talk about as subtle as jackhammer Miss Sally style

“We should work out. One of my muscles is aching, chula…” 😏

Call him Daddy and he’ll love you forever

Breaks into Spanish in the throes of passion

And every other time

Will not learn the names of anyone in your family but will go to family reunions

Makes him wish he had family of his own

Lap sitting is required, non-negotiable

Never was much of a leader so any partner that treats him like one makes him ‘feel like a man’

Definitely strokes his ego when you flirt with him in public

“That’s my good girl/boy”

Eventually if it got to Love, he’d be a ride or die I think

Like Dino, he takes marriage seriously (kinda anyway)

He’d talk a big game in front of his friends but at the end of the day, he comes back to your bed❤️

Will hold you all night

Soft snorer

Can only make huevos rancheros but will make them for you

Disappears for days at a time but makes it up to you

His anger is strong… so is his love

Jealous Bitch lol

Definitely calls you his husband/wife before you’re married

Thinks fiancée is a stupid word

It’s important to him that you get along with his friends

Carlo is definitely nicest to you

Carlos doesn’t like you but will share his drugs with you

Morales thinks you’re a good influence on him

Hernandez thinks he’s a pussy for liking you so much

I think Chico could stand up to his friends but he really wouldn’t want to

Will take a shank for you

Will shank for you

Please ask him to shank for you😂

When he gets sick, he pretends to be fighting some great illness

“I’m fine babe” -the bitch said, dramatically

Definitely wants to be babied

Kiss him on the nose. He’ll say he hates it but he secretly loves it

Giving him nicknames like “killer” “big guy” and “papi”

Him giving you nicknames like “chulo/a” “baby” or “kid”

Meeting his mom and having her instantly distrust you but then sees you admonish him for being a dumbass and changes her mind😂🫶

“Love you, baby.” *saucy wink*

Yeah, he’s your guy

Bonus: not canon at all but I always thought Chico had a pregnancy kink. Like if he got his woman all swollen up with his baby… plus the pregnancy sex.🤰

[funsizemini]

Chulo the racoon acrylic charm now available at my shop! 🦝 https://ko-fi.com/s/818dddc7e5

[joshsati]

"Meu peito é um caminhão desgorvernado"

- Charme Chulo.

[museu-degrandes-novidades]

The Smiths + Música Caipira = Charme Chulo

[luizdominguesfan]

www.crazyrock.com.br

Amigos: nesta próxima edição do programa “Só Brasuca” através da Webradio Crazy Rock, encerraremos o ano de 2021 com um grupo de artistas da pesada do Rock brasileiro, escolhidos por eu mesmo (Luiz Domingues) para compor a playlist e com produção e locução de Julio Cesar Souza.

Trata-se de mais uma lista temática a compreender a produção de início de década de 2000.

Serão sete execuções em dias e horários diferentes, entre 25 a 31 de dezembro de 2021. Anote:

Sábado, dia 25 - 14 horas

Domingo, dia 26 – 20 horas

Segunda-feira, dia 27 – 10 horas

Terça-feira, dia 28 – 23 horas

Quarta-feira, dia 29 de dezembro – 18 horas

Quinta-feira, dia 30 – 16 horas

Sexta-feira, dia 31 – 17 horas

Ouviremos o som dos seguintes artistas: Acretinice me Atray, Palma, Denny Caldeira & Os Borbulhantes, Charme Chulo, The Teahouse Band, Laranja Freak, Faichecleres, Júpiter Apple, Relespública, Tomada, Carro Bomba, Frejat, Pitty, Skank e também conterá duas canções de bandas pelas quais eu atuei nos anos 2000: Patrulha do Espaço e Pedra.

[jornale]

#apca #melhoresalbuns #charmechulo #tuyo #sugarkane #discos #caetanovelso #djonga #jucaramarcal #amarofreitas #liege #linndaquebrada #marinasena #mateusaleluia #rodrigoamarante #tagore #thebaggios #music #art

[wontshutup]

have I been binging david castañeda interviews for three hours? SI

[despairvb]

https://youtu.be/nDVFMv0QEOE

My Boys don't fail me. This is no exception. This Japanese comeback, "Drive" is important, particularly, because the last time they did a Japanese comback, it was amid abuse, neglect, and during the long low point of their careers. This means alot, because they are in such a better place now. The song is right out of Nocturne. Everyone has such strong vocals; as nu'est goes on, they are still growing, even when being a group that has been together as long as they have. That's not saying they need to; it's just to put into terms the size of the room of talent they have.

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BALLS BALLS BIG FAT HAIRY BALLS

Let me preface this by saying, JR is always a killer, he just takes my life from me. Thats it.

TODAY IS ABOUT FATHER ARON

HE REALLY CAME AT ME SIDEWAYS AT MY NECK WITH A SHANK HE GOT AT PAPI CHULOS

HIS SHORT HAIR AND HIS VOICE!!!! ESPECIALLY AT THE BRIDGE!!!!

Aron...father please, that's why you got kids now.

Giving the camera that stare like that. Don't play with me aron. You'll have a tree as bitch in your house.

[goodvibes24hrs]

Félix & Agustín Headcanons

Agustín has taken multiple hits for his daughters and even his Sobrina & Sobrinos. He’s taken several falling potted planets to the head for his girls, pushed Camilo out of harms way, and once shielded Isabela & Dolores from some bees. Félix & Pepa will forever be grateful to Agustín for every time he’s protected his & their kids.

Félix & Agustín help keep Castia tidy. While their wives & kids go off to help the town, they stay and help around the house. They do the laundry, fix anything broken, feed some of Antonio’s animal friends, water Isabela’s plants, etc.

Just like when Camilo thought Mirabel was his twins, Camilo thought he also had two dads till he was 6.

“What do you mean Agustín isn’t my dad? What next huh? You gonna tell me Mira isn’t my twin? Pfff” “…Mijo do i have news for you-“

It doesn’t help that Félix would play along with the idea of Mirabel being his daughter (“Course she’s my girl! She has my charming looks”) and making kissy noises towards Agustín. He’d say “Ven paca chulo! Dame un beso!” as he smooshes Agustín face with his hands.

Aside from Julieta, Félix also likes to cook. He’s the one to make lunch for the familia. If the family’s busy out helping the town he’d take them their lunch. Whoever he finds last he sits and eats lunch with them.

Agustín & Félix take a day out their week to spend time with Bruno. Félix calls it their “Boys Night out”. While they’re out, if anyone dares to udder a single harmful word towards Bruno, it’s gonna end up in a fight. No one, absolutely no one is allowed to dis their brother-in-law.

After the fight the boys take their time getting home so they can come up with an excuse why they’re covered in brusies. Whatever lie they settle on doesn’t get the chance to be used cause already Julieta, Pepa, & Dolores are waiting at the doors of Casita to give them a healing meal and an earful.

When it’s just Félix & Agustín at home they end up chatting out on the back porch and talking about all the amazing things their kids have done that week and don’t get them started on their wives. They’d stay there talking passionately about them for hours.

Agustín is the number one fall guy for the kids. If they ever broke something or did something they were told not to do he’d 100% take the blame for them or hide it if he can. Luisa broke a vase? You know me honey, tripped over the darn thing. Antonio let his animal friends in the kitchen after you told him not to? Starts cleaning the mess & shooing any left over animals as fast as he can.

Félix has a hand man apron made by Julieta. He wears it every time he makes lunch and when he offers to help Julieta with making dinner.

These two have absolutely done the “You know what’s better than one baby? Two babies!” Both when they had Isabela & Dolores and Camilo & Mirabel.

After her gift ceremony, Mirabel spent a lot of time at home. She’d spend her time helping around the house with her dad & tío. Agustín & Félix would try their best to cheer Mirabel up. They’d make her laugh, let her run trough the hanged laundry, give her extra lunch/dessert, or just sit and talk with her. If she falls asleep Agustín or Félix (depending who she was with) would carry her around as they continued doing their chores.

That’s all I got for these two! Love the Madrigal Husbands 🧡💛💙💜

[erenoir]

# ride it, my pony ! ★ ☆ tokyo revengers stripper!au

💌 request ::: hey fae ever wonder what stripper mitsuya/chifuyu/hakkai/ran would be like 🤔🤔

✞ welcome to club manji… did you wanna book a private room with one of our dancers? here’s who’s on tonight ::: mitsuya, chifuyu, hakkai, ran.

✞ word count ::: 2.6k

✞ tagging ::: @bajikou @ryugamii @shdwgarden eat up!! thank u for encouraging me to write + post this!! xx

# TAKASHI "BAMBI" MITSUYA

💿 song he dances to ::: [the hills,, the weeknd]

“Light on his feet and sweeter than sweet! Please welcome to the stage… Bambi!”

Takashi Mitsuya, also known as “Bambi.” He keeps his outfits simple when he performs, because his moves speak for themselves. He’s confident that he can rake in enough cash sans the flashy garments and accessories. Dressed in a pair of low cut, baggy jeans, a white tank top and purple suspenders to match his dollish lavender hair… he’s the most charming little package. It’s his humble demeanor that makes him a club favorite, the way he casually graces the stage, white sneakers gliding across the glossy surface, and his cheeky smile to top it off… that's what makes customers drool for him.

He knows the power he holds in the club space, the nights that Taka-chan, well, at least that's what he lets his top-paying clients call him, is set to perform, the other dancers have to work extra hard to get an ounce of the limelight. But it's so hard to hate him, he’s just too damn nice, he pays out the most at the end of the night and yet his head doesn’t inflate and his ego stays manageable. The reckless women love him, the sweetest sense of innocence and maturity he exudes makes them feel stable. He dances under the purple lights, the glitter embedded into the stage reflecting off the lenses of the slick, black glasses that always top his nose. If you tip him well enough he might let you snap a picture of yourself in them.

Rarely does the club’s beloved Bambi lose his cool… All he does is exude cool. The way his hips grind into the floor, wrapping a finger around the chains that hang off his neck, peeling off his tank top to reveal his abs glistening with sweat, he knew exactly what he was doing at all times. That was until you walked into the club, and his suspenders snapped, and his glasses flung off of his face and into the crowd of ogling women.

You paraded into the lounge, unphased by the hordes of near-naked men throwing themselves at you trying to give you a solo dance, and took a seat right in front of his stage. With a raise of your finger the manager was at your side, leaning down so you could whisper something into his ear, while never breaking eye contact with him. Mitsuya watched as his boss nodded his head frantically, heading to the back where the club held their private dances, but not before glaring at the lavender-haired boy on the stage and giving him a knowing look. Oh, so you wanted him one-on-one, he realized, and for the first time in a while, Mitsuya actually felt nervous to dance for a client.

“Hey!” His head jolted to the sound of a voice towering above the heavy bass and loud chatter, smirking as he watched you toss a stack of hundreds onto the stage, “Are you gonna dance for me Bambi or what?”

And with your words the dancer remembered who he was, he was Takashi fucking Mitsuya, and this was his club, and he was going to strip for you. His hand skimmed the floor as he lifted your cash between his middle and ring fingers and palmed the sweat off of his forehead. You adjusted yourself in the velvet loveseat, watching his sneakers hit the floor below you as he jumped off the stage. His nimble fingers stuffed the money into the waistband of his underwear, Mitsuya reached a hand out to you, beckoning you to take it and flashing you his pearly whites in the process. How typical of him.

“You have me for an hour… I'm gonna take care of you, okay?”

# CHIFUYU "SU NOVIO" MATSUNO

💿 song he dances to ::: [papi chulo,, octavian + skepta]

“You can take him home to your parents! Please welcome to the stage… Su Novio!”

Chifuyu Matsuno, also known as “Novio.” He’s nothing short of cheeky and knows his way around a set of words. Sweet talking is just as important as the dancing for him, no one else can talk up a client the way Chifuyu can. Unlike his club counterparts, he’s a fan of all things gaudy, over the top, and absolutely corny. Often the one to use classic tear-away pants, he puts on a show with his moves and his personality, ripping the fabric off of his body to reveal the tiny briefs that barely held his package in.

Although the other dancers like to make fun of him for the firefighter costumes and plastic handcuffs, he’s only second to Bambi when it comes to earnings. Rich mothers off-duty love Chifuyu, and when women don’t want to spend their money on their husbands that barely put in any work, they spend it on their favorite dancer, their boyfriend after-dark, Novio.

Chifuyu saunters around the club in nothing but underwear and a cheap cop’s hat most nights, and most nights he’s getting pulled for private rooms. No one rakes in stacks on the weekdays like Novio, where else are moms going to go to hide from both their kids and their husbands? His black hair falling into his eyes as he got up close to their faces, noses grazing and hips bumping to the beat, he put on a show, and this wasn’t some school musical this was a mother’s guilty pleasure at its finest, it was Chifuyu “Novio” Matsuno.

It was your first time at this club, let alone a strip club at all. You and the rest of the girls had just finished baking brownies for the kids’ bake sale and of course, like the pushover you are, you agreed to tag along after a successful four batches of sweets. They had told you about this famous “Novio,” how he was dangerous, once you got a taste you’d be back every week for more.

How you went from laughing uncomfortably in the corner to tucked away in a dark room with Chifuyu grinding his hips into your ass you couldn’t quite say… but your husband had pissed you off enough times this week for you to give less of a crap. He was dancing circles around you, pulling your body into different positions so he could hump you into oblivion, taking your hands in his and running them down his chest, he was determined to make you forget all about your husband. It was when he laid your body back on the sofa and climbed on top of you, thrusting his hips into your crotch that you broke.

“Shit,” you whimpered, the only thing preventing his dick from touching the bare skin of your thighs was the thin cotton of his underwear. You reached your hands to his face, just to get a feel of that lush, dark hair of his, only for them to be swatted away by his and bound together in his handcuffs from the party store.

“Ah ah, no touching,” he teased as your cheeks burned up, “I’ll tell you when you can touch me.”

You still had 40 minutes left in the room with him.

# HAKKAI "PRETTY BOY" SHIBA

💿 song he dances to ::: [crew,, goldlink]

“He’s just cute enough to eat! Here he is… your Pretty Boy!”

Hakkai Shiba, also known as “Pretty Boy.” The other dancers in the club like to place bets on who can make Pretty Boy cry first, if anything, his tears are what earn him his check. Women love a guy who's in touch with his emotions, right? The more Pretty Boy cries, the more money the club rakes in.

Army pants low on his hips, a stainless steel dog tag with his initials swinging around his neck as he moves across the stage, and his bright blue buzzcut glowing under the fluorescent lights of the club, the youngest dancer at the club has the young clients smitten. Hakkai is tall, his lanky body soft against the dresses of the women he grinds into every night. He’s got the face of an angel but the moves of a devil.

He lures you in, puppy dog eyes burning bright, maybe he’ll shed a tear or two, spill his deepest secrets, crying until he has customers saying, “Oh… you poor, poor baby!” Bingo, he stuffs 200 into the waistband of his underwear. He asks for a hug, another 100. “Thank you so, so much miss…” He whispers with a vulnerable crack of his voice, another 100. The club managers have trained Hakkai to be their coveted little cry baby, using his sensitive state to their advantage. He’s the emotional, soft boy that makes hearts swoon and wallets empty.

You watched as he made his rounds, greeting clients at the bar and giving short lap dances to those who wanted to pay. His arm draped off the shoulder of one of his usuals, smiling down at her as she slipped a 50 into his waistband with her red fingernails. Hakkai’s eyes scanned the bar top, analyzing every face, taking note of which ones he knew and which ones he didn’t. He grinned sweetly, cheeks scrunching up and his hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck timidly as he made eye contact with the regulars.

Then he made eye contact with you... his favorite customer. You sunk back another shot, the vodka burning the back of your throat when you felt a hand graze the small of your back. Being met with a pair of steel blue eyes made your stomach curl, you’d been watching your pretty dancer like a hawk the whole night and he finally made his way to you.

“Hey you,” He greets you shyly, his cheeks blossoming into a rosy pink as you match his docile gaze with your dominant one. While he awaits your response, he holds up two fingers to the bartender, ordering another round of shots for the two of you. His chest rises as he inhales sharply, leaning on the counter as he leans in closer to you so he can hear you better.

“You know I missed you Pretty Boy… all of those hundreds and you haven’t paid me a single ounce of attention all night!” Your bottom lip jutted out and your eyebrows dipped into a frown of disapproval, though you couldn’t keep the act up with your Hakkai for that long and he knew that.

“C’mon, you know I’d never ignore my favorite girl like that,” he whispers so only you can hear, locking his arm around yours as you two downed the liquid in the tiny, crystal cups. You felt the eyes of the line of women Hakkai had just given lap dances to burn a hole in the back of your neck, he always gave you preferential treatment, he never took shots with any of his other customers. But you were something special, maybe it was the size of your wallet, but nobody handled Pretty Boy’s tears better than you did.

“Good Hakkai, you know I don’t like it when you ignore me,” you mewled into his ear, his gold earring grazing the tip of your nose.

“Never… come on… let me give you a dance… on the house.”

# RAN "HADES" HAITANI

💿 song he dances to ::: [same ol’ mistakes,, rihanna]

“He’s the devil in disguise! Please welcome to the stage… Hades!”

Ran “Hades” Haitani. He looked like a god himself, features chiseled and sculpted from smooth stone, there was nothing he could do that customers wouldn’t like. Though he doesn’t rake in the most money night after night, he is a dancer that customers ask about constantly. He’s a dark horse, he arrives at the club as quickly as he goes and people loved that they didn’t know much about him. Some wondered if he even truly liked his job as a dancer, his stoic demeanor not revealing much about him, the way he nonchalantly graced the room with his presence, you wouldn’t think he’s exactly loving the time he spends at the club.

Ran is well aware of the hold he has on people without overtly showing it, which makes women chase after him more. Ran’s clients tend to be the bubbly type, giddy and eager to see which of them could get him to break first. They ogle after him, craving the club’s bad boy, with his braids hanging over his sweaty shoulders, and a velvet choker clasped around his neck.

They watched him from afar, plotting their next moves strategically, one night with Ran in a private room meant everything. Those who went in left with their hair a mess and their clothes tousled, those who went in craved a taste of the unexpected. The quiet dancer, the one who lurked in the shadows of the club, the one who dominated a dimly lit stage, those who pursued Hades didn’t know what the hell they were going to get from the mystery man and that's exactly why he gets booked for the most private rooms.

You just happened to be one of the suckers that fell into the deep pit that Hades had opened for you. It was the most wild dance you’d ever gotten, and as Ran left the room with a couple hundred under the waistband of his underwear, you had a moment to replay every second of it in your head as you laid on the couch out of breath and a disgruntled mess.

“You’ve got a safe word?” He mumbled to you as he pulled his belt from the loops of his black cargo pants, you didn’t know what to say, or why you would even need a safe word for a dance at a strip club.

“I’ve… never had one,” you answered, watching curiously as he brings your hands behind your back and fastens them with the black leather.

“Well your safe word is dark now,” Ran assigns you one himself, tapping twice on the door, signaling the staff to begin the music. He knelt down to get eye level with you, his breath tickling your lips softly as he drags a finger from your temple to the tip of your chin, nudging your eyes to meet his, “Just watch.”

Ran’s feet took him around your body, his hands sliding across your waist before he pushed you face down on the couch. You groaned as his hands flipped your skirt over your ass, grinding his hips down into the soft skin before flipping you over and moving his crotch up to your face. So this is what you’d been missing, the chains from his pants tickled your nose as he slowly thrusted down onto you. Your hands struggled at the restraints and though you wanted to utter that small word Ran had set in place for you, you just couldn’t.

You couldn’t say it when his tongue trailed up your neck, or when his hands slid under your shirt to grab at your breasts. Especially not when he grabbed your hair and yanked you back to meet his chest, allowing you to sway your hips back onto his clothed cock, gaining the pleasure of hearing the sacred hymns of Hades sound off in your ear.

“Dark” was just not in your vocabulary tonight, no matter how much he threw you around, you didn’t whisper it once, and Ran liked that about you. So he was sure to see you back another night, giving you a list of all the times the wandering dancer inhabited the club, just for you.

“Normally people tap out after ten minutes… I like you.”

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[rufatto]

2021

Levo a sério o processo de fazer listas e tenho uma disciplina semanal de ouvir dezenas de discos novos e seguir pessoas que indicam os álbuns que possivelmente vão me interessar. As vezes só preciso de 15 segundos pra ter certeza que aquele disco importa e quando isso ocorre me sinto em outro plano astral. É obvio que no fim 90% do que ouço é o tipo de música que eu gosto de fazer também, é uma música que me faz ter a sensação de não estar sozinho no mundo e bem, se você chegou até esse site são grandes as chances que você também goste do mesmo tipo de música que eu.

O processo é simples: Primeiro Organizo em uma playlist geral onde hoje há mais de 100 discos e toda semana entram 2 ou 3 novos. Essa é uma lista predominantemente gringa com um ou outro disco nacional. Desta lista faço um filtro e jogo em outra playlist onde ficam os álbuns de alta rodagem, aqueles que estão listados abaixo. A grande maioria dos artistas que ouço estão nos primeiros discos ou estão se reinventando (Any Difranco). Os pequenos realmente me interessam mais pois me identifico com eles e sei como é desejar encontrar alguém que os entenda, eles não querem estar na lista dos melhores, eles só precisam mudar a vida de meia dúzia de pessoas e talvez essa pessoa talvez seja você.

Esse ano preciso incluir a trilha do kid Cosmic que é sensacional, mas só o estalo de eletricidade que ela causa na minha filha já valeria para estar entre os discos do ano. E quanto aos artistas nacionais? vou ser honesto: peguei birra com artistas nacionais e agora só recomendo quem realmente me impressionou.

Minha lista atual:

Robert Finley, Sharecropper's Son Cassandra jenkins, an overview on phenomenal nature Tré burt, you, yeah, you Flyte, This is really going to hurt Yola, Stand for Myself buck meek, two saviors ani difranco, revolutionary love jimbo mathus e andrew bird, these 13 clever girls, constellations Trevor Sensor, account of exile vol.1" Ophelias, Crocus Bleachers, Take the Sadness Out of Saturday Night Dr. Fang and The Gang, Kid Cosmic (trilha) Yuma Abe, ファンタジア Ashley Shadow, only the end

Juçara Marçal, Delta Estácio Blues Bonifrate, Corisco izabel Lenza, Véspera Charme chulo, o Negocio é o seguinte Giovani cidreira, Nebulosa baby Romulo Froes, Aquele nenhum

Essa é a lista geral, é um longo passeio.

[peacefulwriter88]

Rewind

A/N: So its been a while since I’ve written. I went to Mexico and fell in love with a man and distance keeps us apart because he lives in Europe and I live in America. But the feelings that he reignited in me have tempered my writing whilst also inspiring me. So this is a insert yourself with Chris Evan, Jake Gyllenhaal, Ben Barnes, Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes (it feels right for this ha ha) or maybe that person in real life you also feel deeply connected and yet something keeps you apart. Its been refreshing to write love in this way and I hope you all enjoy. Also credit to @ohthesefeelingz​ for betaing for me and being a salvation while we try to figure all this out

This will be a part of a four part mini series. MB created by me so please credit appropriately.

The Less I Know, the Better

Alexandria, Egypt

Six Months Ago

___________

You don’t want to say it.

You never do, not the words that seem to slowly tumble to the edge of your tongue, linger there until they dissipate bitterly on your taste buds, causing you to swallow and look away.

You don’t want to say it.

He’s asleep - he’s always been a heavy sleeper - and you take the moment instead to lie to yourself, to push down the insecurity that threatens to submerge. Instead you focus on him, his dark features that rule his face. He was far too handsome, you liked to tease him about it, to watch his lips pull back into a shy smile, long eyelashes tickling his soft cheeks as he cast his eyes away from you shaking his head, denying your words.

But it was true.

And he knew it was true.

He had a perfectly sculpted face, bones shaped so perfectly they defined him, caused his dark eyes to shine against the sharp angles, for his smile to seem just a bit brighter against the smoothness of his skin, the perfect shadow of his beard. Even in sleep there was a beauty to him, despite the slackness of his jaw, the soft snoring or the exposure of the scars from the skin that was equal parts protecting and betraying him.

Tall, dark, beautiful and kind.

All of it was yours.

You shift, move to rest your head against your hand and the movement pulls you away from him. Even in sleep he’s drawn to you and he naturally follows, inches closer to you again until your skin is barely touching his and you let out a sigh, resist bending down to kiss his lips.

You try to push it down again, try to stamp it out but it bubbles to your mind before you can stop it.

You love him.

The admission of it makes your breath quicken, makes your stomach tighten before it erupts all over your body, gooey and soft, and you heave a deep shaky breath. Your eyes intuitively drink him in again, drink in all the shades of him that were currently dormant but that you knew made up so much of him.

You loved him so much.

“Fuck!”

The noise comes from the other side of the closed door of the room you both were currently sharing, came from one of the two other occupants you were sharing the small house with.

Both of your friends were up, natural morning birds who had woken you up first with the smell of bitter coffee, the low sound of music. Their noise filters back down, a voice that is low and steady, musical and entrancing mingled with flittering vibrancy, amusement and inquiry tied in one. You hear your name mentioned, then his, and you’re sure the bubble you’ve lived in will break, that footsteps will soon come followed by a soft knock on the door.

Neither ever does.

They were both emotionally aware of the privacy that you and him craved, even before either of you realized it. They’d wait patiently for you both to emerge from the safety of the room when you both were ready.

You loved that about them.

You turn your attention back to him, the shallow breathing that mingled with the waves rolling softly across the Mediterranean Sea and heave another heavy sigh.

You had to figure out what this love meant for you.

Your mind felt trapped, jailed in by an emotion that ruled over your rationality. Do you give in to this feeling, fall into the trap of love and hope for the best? Or do you continue to do what you have been doing for months - push it to bay, remind yourself that this love, like any, was fragile. For all the beauty it could awaken in either of you it also had the possibility of breaking you both.

Was it worth it all?

Was he?

Did he even love you?

That was a stupid question - you knew the answer. Despite the fact that neither of you ever spoke the words - barely verbally acknowledged your desire for the other - you knew it lived within you both.

It was the silent language you both shared, in fact, you felt like you both communicated mostly when you weren’t speaking. There was something calming in knowing that you could share one look, just one, and not feel as alone in whatever ludicrous thought had slipped your mind and had secretly danced to his own like the wind. Even miles apart, sharing one thought, one idea and knowing when to joke about a statement but also do an emotional check in - to ensure that you were okay.

You hadn’t felt that connection with a man that you liked before.

It scared you.

It scared you because of the distance.

Nine hours apart felt like you loved in a parallel timeline.

However, when you were together you were confident of your connection. When you were apart; the time zones and bullshit of the daily grind distracting you both, that’s where your insecurity stemmed.

Distance and time gave you too much opportunity to get stuck in your head. You were a dreamer. A hopeless romantic that you tried to kill but still danced melancholically in your head. When you loved, anyone or anything, you loved too deeply. You risked ignoring logic to be carried away by romance, red flags getting ignored, your heart inevitably getting hurt.

And then there are moments like this, when you’re able to wake up in the morning and look at him unabashedly and bask in him - in what he inspired in you.

You feared it.

He shifts again, a stretch and you hastily avert your eyes out towards the window, away from him, pushing the smokiness of your thoughts away, trying to focus on the itinerary the four of you had discussed the night before.

“Good morning.” His voice is scratchy, sultry and you resist turning your eyes to him. Instead you smile, knowing the minute your dark irises meet his, your smile is going to blossom into something brighter because he pulled out the sun in you.

“Morning.”

He stretches again, closer to your body before his arms are capturing yours and you’re forced to fall down on him, forced to look into his eyes and while all of you wants to push away and hide, to run from this intimacy, you can’t. You’re enticed by him, charmed, and it's only three conscious blinks before his eyes are on your own.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks and you shrug before you lean down and press your lips to his.

It didn’t matter.

“It doesn’t matter,” you repeat out loud and he chuckles against you, the vibrations press against your body, causes your skin to erupt in goosebumps. He mumbles low,

“You’re such a fucking liar.”

“Fuck you.”

“You already did but you could again, if you wanted.”

You want to be mad at him, you pull away and exaggeratedly roll your eyes but you can’t help but smile, that fucking smile that only he could awaken in you.

Minutes pass where you both stare at each other in silence, content in just this simple action before he finally says lowly,

“You can tell me, you know.”

You nod slowly,

“I know.”

“I want you to know that I’ll always be here.”

It makes you want to cry, threatens the large ocean of sadness that you’ve swallowed away to come out full force. You know he means its, the sincerity drips from each word, from his fingertips dancing slowly down your back in worship.

It overwhelms you - men in real life didn’t make you feel this way.

Yet here he was, right now, pouring a small part of him that he would bury deep down the moment you both left the room together. You savor his touch, his words, the look on his face and you bend down to kiss him - to have his flavor and his smell to also stain this memory just in case it's all you’ll ever be left with.

“I know you will. I will be too.”

He hums, his hands tighten around you and you squeeze your eyes shut as his leg nudges yours, gently drags it over his body.

You try not to think of tomorrow or the day after or when he’s going to be gone. Not the moments when you’re back home and your whole being will ache for him, will itch for the vibrancy of his laughter or the comfort of his hands on your skin.

You focus on him now, paint this moment in your memory.

Just in case it's the last.

_______

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FICHAS SAMCRO

◌ ⨾ 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙡 "𝙅𝙖𝙭" 𝙏𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧.

▪ Hijo de Gemma Teller y John Teller (fundador del Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club,  vicepresidente de SAMCRO)

▪ Un líder nacido, valiente y amado, Jax es extremadamente leal a su Club. 

▪ Su padre murió tras haber sufrido un presunto accidente mientras iba en su moto.

▪ Tuvo un noviazgo con Wendy Case, con quien se casó y se divorció. Wendy es la madre de su primer hijo, Abel, pero su adicción a las drogas acabó con todas las perspectivas de una familia para esta.

▪ Lleva consigo siempre una pistola modelo Colt 1911, con dos cargadores, con balas de 9 mm, y una cantidad exacta de 14 balas (7 balas por cargador).

▪ Rango en los Hijos: Presidente.

◌ ⨾ 𝑭𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒑 "𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒔" 𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒅.

▪ Es extremadamente leal a Jax y cercano, teniendo el privilegio de poder llamarlo ``Jackie´´.

▪ Chibs es totalmente estricto con las leyes del club.

▪ Telford nació en 1965 y es originario de Glasgow, Escocia, creció, sin embargo en Belfast, Irlanda del Norte y sirvió como médico con el ejército británico

▪ Su experiencia en el ejército le ha llevado a convertirse en el médico del club para la cirugía de emergencia de puerta trasera. 

▪ Su apodo es debido a sus cicatrices (en escocés significa cuchillo u objeto punzante).

▪ Rango en los Hijos:  Capitán de rutas.

◌ ⨾ 𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕 "𝑩𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒚 𝑬𝒍𝒗𝒊𝒔" 𝑴𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏 .

▪ Bobby forma parte de SAMCRO desde sus inicios, es el más racional de los que se sientan en la mesa, el que más piensa los pros y los contras de cada cosa que vayan a hacer y siempre trata de dar consejo en base a ello.

▪ Ex vicepresidente de SAMCRO.

▪ Sabe mantener la calma y es un hombre muy centrado siempre que no haya alcohol de por medio.

▪ En su tiempo libre ofrece un show (paupérrimo) tributo a Elvis Presley.

▪ Rango en los Hijos: Tesorero.

◌ ⨾ 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 "𝑶𝒑𝒊𝒆" 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏.

▪ Su padre Piney también lo fue, así como uno de los Primeros 9. (Los 9 fundadores del club)

▪ Opie creció junto a Jax. 

▪ Opie confía en Jax más que en nadie, le considera su hermano y siempre le apoya en todo.

▪ Ha estado en la cárcel cinco años.

▪ Rango en los Hijos: Ejecutor.

◌ ⨾ 𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 "𝑻𝒊𝒈" 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓.

▪ Antiguamente ejercía como sargento de armas. Aficionado a las mujeres, es un mecánico en ambos sentidos de la palabra.

▪ Es extremadamente leal a Jax Teller, Gemma y al propio club. 

▪ Su comportamiento, a menudo insensible, esconde una persona con una sensibilidad poco probable y una fuerte lealtad.

▪ Ha estado enamorado de Gemma Teller desde que la vio por primera vez, aunque jamás ha dicho o hecho nada que pudiese mostrarlo en exceso.

▪ Rango en los Hijos: Secretario.

◌ ⨾ 𝑱𝒖𝒂𝒏 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒔 "𝑱𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒆" 𝑶𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒛.

▪ Tiene una hermana pequeña llamada Rosita.

▪  Es un miembro de Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club, encargándose del pirateo informático y siendo el oficial de inteligencia.

▪ A pesar de mostrar una imagen de destreza técnica, también ha demostrado ser algo ingenuo cuando realiza otras tareas, a menudo recibiendo novatadas del resto de miembros.  A pesar de hacer todo lo que se le ordena es un poco desastre y a veces las cosas le salen al revés.

▪ Haría lo que fuese por los Hijos, ellos y su hermana es todo lo que tiene.

▪ Rango en los Hijos: Miembro.

◌ ⨾ 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑳𝒐𝒘𝒎𝒂𝒏.

▪ Estuvo afiliado con la división de Tacoma, pero luego se traslada a Nómadas. Finalmente, se integra en la división central de Charming.

▪  Disfruta matando, tanto que tatúa una cara sonriente en su abdomen por cada vida que toma. También es un maestro de la tortura, siendo capaz de implementar todo tipo de tormentos creativos con el fin de encontrar información.

▪ Aunque es violento, Happy es muy cariñoso, leal y amable con sus compañeros, aunque sus expresiones repentinas de emoción no son infrecuentes

▪ Se encarga de su madre enferma en Bakersfield.

▪ Rango en los Hijos: Miembro.

◌ ⨾ 𝑨𝒃𝒆𝒍 𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓.

▪ Abel Teller es el hijo primogénito de Jax Teller y Wendy Case, nació destripado debido a los hábitos adictivos de su madre a la heroína. Es criado gran parte de su primera infancia por su abuela Gemma.

▪ Heredó de su abuela una enfermedad congénita del corazón, por lo que como ella se ve obligado a tomar una serie de medicinas para tratarlo.

▪ Rango en los Hijos: Sargento de Armas.

JERARQUÍA HIJOS

▪ Rangos Hijos de la Anarquía:

PRESIDENTE: Es el líder del Club y portavoz cuando se trata con otras Bandas. Es quién preside las reuniones del Club, representa el club y es por quién pasan todas las decisiones. Se encarga de proponer en Capilla a los nuevos miembros potenciales, esta decisión debe ser aprobada en mayoría por los 6 Rangos del Club. 

VICEPRESIDENTE: Es el ayudante del presidente, colabora con él en todo lo necesario, el hombre de mayor confianza del Presidente, el segundo al cargo y el que gobierna cuando el Presidente está ausente. Tiene sus obligaciones y también sus mismos derechos. Es el reclutador del Club y tendrá como ayudante a consejero para dicha tarea, entre los dos llevarán a cabo las tareas de reclutamiento.

 SARGENTO DE ARMAS

 Básicamente, es el “Guardián” del Club. Mantiene el orden y la seguridad en las reuniones, eventos y batallas con los miembros del Club, inclusive al aparcar y circular con sus vehículos.

CAPITÁN DE RUTAS

Se encarga de las rutas cuando el presidente o el vicepresidente no están.

TESORERO

Se encarga del dinero del club y de los miembros.

SECRETARIO.

 Se encarga de los novatos. Enseñarles las normas y hacer que las respeten,  el se encarga de confirmar al novato que ha sido reclutado.

EJECUTOR

Es la mano ejecutora del club.

MIEMBRO

 No tiene ninguna función en especial, solo pueden votar y obedecer.

NOVATOS:

Llevan un parche distinto y tienen que cumplir la normas para llegar entrar. Están una semana o dos depende como se comportan, siendo después aceptado o rechazado. Hacen los trabajos sucios del Club y son blanco de las bromas y novatadas de los miembros del club.

Los Primeros 9 (Fundadores del Club)

John "JT" Teller (Presidente)

Piermont "Piney" Winston (Vicepresidente)

Lenny "El Chulo" Janowitz (Sargento de armas)

Keith McGee (Secretario)

Wally Grazer

Thomas "Tio Tom" Whitney

Chico Vallenueva

Otto "Asesino de Lil'" Moran

Clarence "Clay" Morrow