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maybankxw · 1 year

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ART DECO

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead! [ drug and alcohol usage!!; mentions of a gun; fighting; unprotected sex; cum play; ] minors dni!!!

summary: they’re just so high they don't even know what they're doing but a little party never killed no one? :)

word count: 2k

a/n: i just feel like rafe is the embodiment of the ‘art deco’ song, enjoy! x

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I’m the one to tell this story, because I was the only sober enough to remember.

“Fucking hell that was a good one,” Rafe mumbled as he sniffed a line of cocaine, Barry took the second and I was the third to try, it indeed was a good one.

“So is this place all yours now, huh?” Barry leaned against the backrest, flashing his teeth, stretching his arms to the sides.

“Yeah,” Rafe chuckled, fiddling with a glass in his ring coated fingers, “All mine.”

There was a little party at Cameron’s mansion, the sun was just starting to set, people got drunk, danced, chattered. I took a sip of amber liquid, it burned my throat, my eyes raked Rafe’s figure, white shirt with a few buttons undone, tight around his body, revealed his tanned his skin, his strong carved chest and his neck adorned with birthmarks, I wanted to kiss them all. His eyes were bright blue in the sunlight, hair buzzed and a lazy smile stretched on his lips as he babbled about something, occasionally sipping from his glass. I loved watching him.

My tiny white dress rode up, exposing a little too much skin. Thank fuck I couldn’t care less. Rafe and Barry sat right across from me, talking about drugs and money.

“After you,” Rafe nodded his head at the white powder spread on the table, his low voice snatching me out of my fucking daydreams.

“Together,” I dared, smirking, leaning in. We shared the last line, closing our eyes at the ecstatic feeling, sprawling on the sofas.

“Hello, princess,” a guy named Alex plopped next to me. I made a face at the pet name, everyone else ignored him. Alex was known as a womaniser, sleeping around, Prince Charming. He draped his arm around my shoulder, making me tense. Rafe’s eyes shot to the scenery, he watched our every move, his jaws gritted. He had to take a sip of whiskey to swallow his anger and disgust, never looking away from us.

“Let’s get out of here, me, you, my place,” Alex whispered in my ear, nuzzling my temple.

“I’ll get another bottle,” I shoved down the remains of my drink and leapt up to my feet, walking into the house, feeling the burning stare on me as I made my way inside. When I came back, I almost let the bottle fall, hearing a distant chatter, they weren’t yelling nor they were having a calm conversation, because one of Rafe’s hands was behind his lower back. I knew what that meant. He was holding his gun.

“Hey, man, you touch her again, I’ll smash your fucking face, yeah?”

“What did you say?” Alex bit back taking a step closer, there was a drink in his hand.

“You heard me.”

“How about I smash your face? Why are you worried about that whore anyways? She’s not yours and will never be.”

That’s when Rafe lost it, completely lost it. His gun was out. He smashed it against Alex’s temple, pushing it into his stomach afterwards, pure disgust written all over his face, “Call her that again, I won’t hesitate and put a bullet into your gut.”

Barry stood close to them, ready to snatch them apart at any time, apparently that wasn’t it.

“Put the gun down, Rafe,” I rasped, settling the bottle on the table.

Suddenly Alex jerked, splashing whiskey onto Rafe’s body, his shirt, his face, his fist collided with Rafe’s cheek. I ran towards them, stepping in between, “Stop right now!”

Barry pulled Alex back as I was trying to stop Rafe from doing something stupid, but he was glaring at the guy behind me. Maybe we had too much.

“At me, Rafe, look at me,” my fingers touched his forearm, sliding down, grasping the barrel. His eyes snapped to look into mine and he let me have the gun, “He’s not worth it, come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

I tried to pull him with me, but he didn’t budge, “Come with me, Jesus, just come with me.” Now I was getting angry with both of them, silently thanking Barry for helping to handle all of it, “Give it a rest, man,” he patted Alex’s back as me and Rafe made our way inside the house.

I pawed for a washcloth, soaking it up in water. His bathroom looked dark, a mirror hung above the sink, he leaned against the side of it, “Take your shirt off,” I wrung the tiny towel out.

He sighed, hesitating for a brief moment, he wanted to joke about it but didn’t. His shirt went over his head and he into the bin. He carefully watched my movements, the look on his face too soft for what happened minutes ago.

“You don’t have to do this.”

I didn’t respond, pressing the washcloth to his cheek, gently rubbing it against his skin, earning a hiss from his mouth.

“Sorry,” I whispered, sliding the towel lower, to wipe the remains of whiskey off his arms, his chest and his stomach, drawing watery circles. Our eyes locked, my palm was flat against his chest, warm and solid, I could feel his heart beating.

“You think I’m crazy?”

“What does that matter to you what I think?” I folded the towel, keeping on wiping his body clean, “You’re crazy all the time.”

A muscle pulsed in his jaw, his fingers clamped my wrist, tightening around it, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I threw the washcloth into the sink, staring back up at him, “You put your life out on the line.”

He let out a chuckle, coiling a strand of my hair over his finger. Suddenly I felt my breaths speed up, like I wanted to kiss him. He must have felt the same, because his fingertips touched my face and he dove in, placing a hot slow kiss, persistent, like he left me with no choice wether I wanted that kiss or no. I didn’t complain, because his mouth felt so good. He was so close, the scent of his cologne hit my senses, making me feel lightheaded, I clung to his waist as he pushed us back against the wall. Our breaths turned so heavy, we were gasping, together. His fingers fiddled with a bow on the back of my dress as he untied it, searching for the hem of it, pulling the dress up and over my head. Heavy palms landed on my waist pulling me into his body, the cold metal of his rings making me bite my lip. Hard bulge brushed my stomach and involuntarily I let out a shaky breath, causing him to smile.

“It’s fun,” he rasped, dropping down to his haunches and his response made me ponder wether it was a reply to my words or did he mean us sneaking here. His fingers curled under the sides of my panties and he dragged them down slowly, savouring every inch with his gaze, his eyes following the movement of his hands, “I wanna fuck you,” he mumbled, placing a kiss on my abdomen, looking up at me. I was so high, I wanted to let him do whatever he wished. My fingers touched the back of his head, I couldn’t pull his hair because they were too short so I just clung to his neck as he kissed a path down, his eyes never leaving mine.

I was tensed, so ready for his mouth to devour my pussy. That’s not what he did. Abruptly he stood up, taking a step closer, visibly fighting himself for a moment, then his hand slid under my hair, wrapping around my neck and his lips faintly brushed mine. I was holding onto his belt, slowly trying to unbuckle it, my hands shaky, while his proximity drove me fucking insane.

Thick finger brushed my pussy and I gasped, clutching the belt buckle in my hands, my eyes fluttering closed.

“Feeling alright there?” he grinned at the way my body was responding to his, sliding his finger in to the hilt, pulling out and in again, “You want me to keep going?”

“Mhm,” I desperately nodded my head, biting my lip, squeezing his biceps, “Keep— ah, going.”

He sighed, closing his eyes too, his forehead resting against mine as he pressed me into the wall moving his finger in steady pace, the sloppy sound of my wet cunt filling the room.

A groan came out from his mouth as he rubbed his clothed cock against my thigh, clenching his jaw and tightening his other hand on my neck. The guy was whipped, but scared to admit it, even to himself.

“I want you,” I whimpered, finally unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with his tight black boxers. His cock sprung out, deep red, hard, precum oozing from his tip. I gasped, wrapping my fist around him, drawing little circles on the head with my thumb. He groaned louder, pressing his mouth into my shoulder to muffle the sounds he made, dragging his finger down the inside of my thigh, spreading all the wetness he collected. Then he gripped me by my hip, wrapping my leg around his waist, stroking my slit with the tip of his cock, teasing me, going inside just a little and then pulling out, making me whine and scratch the back of his neck, “Rafe, stop with the teasing.”

His lazy smile and drowsy gaze made me shiver, his eyes stopped at my lips and right when he kissed me, he thrusted in making me scream out, swallowing it all, still grinning like an idiot. His thrusts were hard and deep, not too fast, bun not slow either, it felt perfect.

“Come here,” he rasped, squeezing my ass, making me straddle him, my heels digging into the back of his thighs. He kissed my chest, wet tongue teased my nipple as he fucked me good, my eyelids heavy, not enough air in my lungs, because I was gasping, unable to take a deep breath.

“Sweet little pussy, all mine,” his eyes found mine, his arms tightened around my torso as he slammed his hips into me faster. His mouth was all over me, leaving wet kisses, nursing out little bruises on my tits, a few on my neck, the pads of his fingers digging painfully into my skin. All my composure fell the minute we stayed alone and right then I was a moaning mess, completely at his mercy.

My fingers tightened around his chin, steadying him, his eyes burned with lust, pupils dilated, swallowing the blue. I stared at him admiring how handsome he was and this new haircut of his only made him look more hot and dominant. I smashed my lips against his, biting and sucking on his tongue, licking his bottom lip, then dragging it at the end of the kiss as he fucked me and fucked me, the head of his cock bruising my insides. Everything felt so intense because we were high as fuck on coke and sex and each other.

“Rafe—“ I choked out, feeling my stomach burning, my walls clenching around him, “Cum inside me, make me yours.”

Something snapped in him, he turned so eager, going in rougher, even though I thought it was already hard enough, his thumb pressed my clit and I moaned, loud, my head dropped back to rest against the wall as I tried to catch my breath, rippling and creaming around him. Rafe wasn’t too far either, his cock twitched as he tried to bite back his throaty growl, panting into my throat. Warm cum spilled inside me, making us both moan in satisfaction, I trembled in his arms as his cock softened and his grip on me loosened. He put me back down, still caging me, heavy palms caressing the sides of my body. I felt his cum trickling down my thigh so I rubbed them together.

“No,” he protested, collecting all of it and pushing in back inside, causing me to cry out and dig my nails into his shoulders, my pussy still sensitive after his severe thrusts, “Gotta keep you full.” He found my panties and helped me put them back on, “Next time I want you on my bed, spread open on my sheets,” he put the dress on me as well, spinning me around, tying a bow on my back and placing a soft kiss on my shoulder, his whisper low in my ear, “Tonight, you stay here.”

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tr4umaborn · 9 months

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** IMPORTANT INFO RE: TJ HAMMOND

a study in. drug abuse / addiction, self harm, suicidal ideation / attempts, over dosing, bipolar I disorder ( which includes mania episodes, heavy depressive episodes, anxiety, and minor psychosis breaks ), bdsm / submissive behaviors, sex as a coping mechanism, in being the bad twin, the nature of growing up addicted, undiagnosed mental illness, the golden gay, an opposite role model, making music until your fingers bleed, the minor chord, living fast dying young

full name. thomas james hammond also known as. tj, teej, golden boy date of birth. 02 / 19 / 1984 age. 38 zodiac. pisces sun / libra moon / leo rising gender. male (ish) pronouns. he / they romantic orientation. homoromantic sexual orientation. homosexual occupation. pianist / influencer / model species. human birthplace. raleigh, north carolina, united states current home. new york city, ny, us nationality. he's never asked beyond being american ethnicity. just another dumbass white boy language(s). english parents. president elain barrish, former president bud hammond siblings. twin brother - douglas hammond other family members. lydia martin - basically a sister thanks significant other + children. canon: mieczyslaw stilinski-hammond (husband) @mieczlw jason stilinski-hammond (son) @jasnstilnski the bee and jenna cinematic universe: antonio dominico marcus rizzotti marvel au: bucky barnes @whtwclf faceclaim. thomas doherty hair. brown + short eyes. baby blues height. 6 ft build. as an addict: too skinny for his own good when sober: muscular from getting addicted to the gym dominant hand. left scars. one of his left arm from the singular time he shot up, plenty of scars on his chest and back for boys who were too rough both in the bedroom and in the bar tattoo. many small pieces in easily coverable places piercings. one on his right ear, many on his left ear, had an eyebrow piercing decided against it, nose stud and septum vurrent positive traits. sensitive, whimsical, romantic, charming, artistic, gentle, love of beauty and harmony negative traits. gullible, gregarious, dependent, cagey likes. giving and receiving gifts, sweets, coffee, massages, cocaine (unfortunately), fuck boys (even more unfortunately) dislike. being wrong, being proven wrong, fears & phobias. disappointment, drowning wishes & dreams. to not be in the spotlight because of his family, but instead because of himself. mbit. ESFP - The Entertainer moral alignment. neutral evil enneagram type. type 3 - the achiever

biography.

THE GOLDEN SON 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. now imagine the feeling of floating away into the nether reaches of space. imagine the way slipping up into the air would make you feel – do you feel the air around you at all? is there enough oxygen to make the trip sliding up through the sky and into the unknown worth it? or will the whole experience just leave you clawing at your own skin because it’s burning from the inside out without the attentive oxygen filling up your pores?

the headline read : 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲 but there’s nothing golden about the downward decent into enveloping madness. he was not born mad ( and really is anyone? ) but had the madness set upon him by the events that took place. born ninety seconds before his twin brother douglas, thomas james hammond was smiling when he came out into the world. it may be hard to tell now, but from that first moment he has always known that he wanted to experience all that life had to offer. the happiness didn’t end much at all in the first ten years of his life ( except for when it did, but according to doctors he was simply a growing boy with a growing mind ). even through the first campaign and moving into the white house ( seven year olds still in awe that they have this much space to play in ) his smile stayed so strong. there were things that made it even brighter : his brother, his mama, telling stories with a flashlight under the blanket long past their bedtime. but there was one thing that kept him happy, kept the madness at bay when it threatened to show its burning head.

music never wanted to kill him. while it may be an artist’s curse to feel everything so fucking fully, it isn’t the art form that grabbed him with sharp jaws. he picked up his first piece of sheet music at three years old, and everyone in the family broke out the camcorders. 𝐨𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 they’d say as he banged tiny fingers on keys. those tiny fingers grew into the keys. passion and music weaved together, only those within his most inner circle allowed to see what really showed. books upon books begin to get filled through the years. music notes that look like water as they swim across the pages of score sheets. his happiness isn’t dependent on his music, but his music has always and will always provide him with natural serotonin that he chases after in the powder of small bags.

fear and loathing keep him from doing well in school. doug is the favorite twin with grades and extra curriculars that fill out the resume how every college wishes it would. he’ll go to princeton or yale or harvard or wherever the fuck he wants and tj instead knows exactly where he’s headed ( 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ) but his steps to get there are the difficult part. first he must survive high school : where his best friends are snow and addie. they provide the blanket of protection he needs when he finds himself on the wrong side of his first tmz article.

the first son is a fag? it didn’t say that, but when he read it it really may as well have. the world plucked him from the closet just before y2k ; a fifteen year old boy with a life sentence. first came tmz, then the times article, and then before he knew it he’s suddenly the country’s most famous gaybie. to america that makes him their sweetheart, but the world never knows what sweethearts do when they’re craving sweet tarts.

the same year he found himself on the wrong side of a conversation. while the world doesn’t know it, having your father be the 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚 really makes these trying times much easier to keep undisclosed, he knows the truth of it all. the good ole boy’s private school couldn’t have a drug addicted slut making a bad name for their school, so they banished him to the other realm. or you know. . . expelled him. he finds himself in the countryside of france for the next two years where catholicism is the ruling decree and drug addicts rule the halls. it’s here he rules the school with charlotte arnold by his side, and cross my heart and hope to die those two are a dangerous duo.

college isn’t for everyone, but for a hammond it is an expectation. he’ll start his education one place, and eventually end it in another. the location doesn’t matter : after all there are phones on cameras and street corners now. his antics can destroy his life no matter what he ends up. wherever he is, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬.

COCAINE DREAMS and what about the snow? playing in the white confection as the world keeps spinning around you. it’s comfortable, holding you and keeping you warm when the world outside is desperately freezing. why wouldn’t you jump into it’s open arms that widen more for you? it doesn’t feel good to leave it’s grasp so you stay there. where you are wanted. where you are needed. 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝.

he feels everything so fully that even empathy doesn’t cover it. with elders describing his symptoms as a side effect of drug abuse, tj knows the symptoms came first. 𝐢𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 ( and if only when he screamed it was outside of his mind ) they wouldn’t feel the pain of every time he runs. snow opens her beautiful arms for him and through out his twenties he jumped too far into her arms. some moments were easy – someone at a party helped him sleep it off or his few friends gave him the space to grieve the loss of his sanity. other moments hurt more – nearly dying in a crackhouse in canada just over the border line from buffalo. or the time he thought a bottle of downers was a bottle of uppers and sent himself spiraling more when trying to fix his own problems. he’ll hurt those he loves with every gram that goes up his nose.

after tj and doug turned 24, elaine barrish hammond began her first campaign for president. in a never shocking turn of events, people seemed more interested in a third term of bud ( even though they knew the scandals he locked in his closet ) instead of elaine. he doesn’t care ; after all, a tour de usa means he can find a fuck in all 50 states. they want to use him as a puppet like always? not a person, not a son, but a 𝐭𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞.

she ends up secretary of state, and tj ends up with a forced residency in dc once again. at 25 years old he is beginning to 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. no one notices when republican senator sean reeves of ohio begins to steal glances at the ex first son. what’s worse is the reciprocation. tj on the wrong end of those glances turns into allowing someone to devour him whole while knowing he’ll spit him up and throw him out. the details of his sobriety, and his happiness, are unfortunately unimportant ( after all, they come at the hands of a false idol ) and instead the focus shifts to the inevitable ending. our sweetheart feels the false love ooze from every pore ; it leaves him as the tears spill from his red rimmed eyes. there’s a car, and a garage, and it’s all he can think to do in a split second. how might a mother, who loves her children with all of her heart despite how she hurts them so, feel when she finds her son no longer inhaling fumes because he’s passed out? ask elaine barrish.

no one knows for over a year, names and pseudonyms being confused and dispersed. forced sobriety normally didn’t work for tj, but this time rehab seemed to get through to him. he can maintain a sense of sobriety, nothing that’s considered illegal or prescribed to others, until 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. the puppet is now a pawn, an article being published on the suicide attempt of america’s sweetheart. he watches the story unfold on the news while sharing a straw to soak up snow on his dealer’s couch.

the rest of his life will never look the same. he realizes that sobriety is a privilege he has to work for. feeling everything makes the lows lower and the highs higher. when no one will name it ( maybe one day a doctor will say the word bipolar to him outloud ) how can you treat it? mania gives him excitement, but with it comes his chest being ripped to shreds by his own mind. 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭?

#** about: tj.#** headcanons: tj.#uh.... all of the things to avoid are in the top there LOL #i wrote this bio in 2022 and it's just a very good tj bio #anyway i develop a LOT of ships for tj hehe #90% of the time i write him in his addict phase from 20-27

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merv606 · 1 year

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Just Terry fucking and filling Danny up so good that the next morning when Terry wants to take him again, he finds that his boy’s pretty hole is still full of, and dripping, Terry’s cum. This turns Terry on so much that he overstuffs Daniel again, fucking out more cum than he fucks it in, making his hole drip, and leaving his slender thighs completely coated on the insides. Fuck, he can’t get enough of his sweet boy.

Ah yes, f$&ked open, thoroughly debauched and used Daniel - A theme that runs in many of my works.

I was reading up on cocaine and sex drive - yet another illustrious first for my Google search - and it got me thinking in regards to this ask.

So imagine it’s a night where Terry is high, which means sex marathon / he’s more insatiable for his boy than normal (which is saying something), staying inside Daniel, hard, even him after he’s come.

And Daniel knew this was coming (no pun intended) he knows what that look in Terry’s eyes means.

It’s to the point where Daniel has a Pavlovian response when he sees Terry do a line - says a quick pray for his ass before Terry has him bent over, stuffing him full, so frantic, hard and perfect that Daniel can feel it in his throat.

Maybe he also indulges in the more filthy aspects - getting his mouth on Daniel’s ass after he’s come inside it the was the first time he took Daniel while high.

Terry is always vocal, giving out praise and poison in equal measure, depending on his mood, but he’s always oddly eloquent about it, but nights like this, he’s extra crude.

“As much as I love your ass when it’s nice and tight for me, I think I like it just as much like this - sloppy and loose.”

Spreads his ass, swiping his finger through the mess just to hook two in, clever and vicious as he twists them right into Daniel’s over sensitive spot.

Arousal shots through Terry at the fact that there’s no resistance - from Daniel or his ass as his fingers slide into the fucked open body.

Pliant and sweet - temporary fucked into submission.

“You look so goddamn used right now.”

“I should get you in my lap, in front of the mirror and show you how open your cunt is.”

“I don’t even think you can close that pretty little hole can you?”

“One look and anyone could tell how good you got it.”

“You’re a mess babe but you’ll still spread your legs for me won’t you?! Cock slut that you are.”

“Pretty face and cunt - this is how you pay your bills - why I pay your bills.”

He spits into his hole then - not that Daniel needs it - he’s wet enough, wide enough, and Terry is four fingers deep now.

He comes, weakly at best, his cock giving a lifeless twitch, a small dribble of clear liquid leaking out.

When Terry pulls out with a demeaning squelch, dragging his fingers against the soft walls, Daniel just manages to close his legs.

Not like it will defer Terry - if anything it just spurs him on more.

He gets off the bed, giving his cock a few tugs as he takes another snort, coming back to the bed, head tossed back.

He stands over Daniel’s prone body, taking in his handiwork.

The bed is a mess - the silk sheets probably can’t be saved. Not like he’d take his boy on anything but the best mind you - he needs it to be smooth against Daniel’s beautiful smooth skin when he’s moving up and down the bed with the force of their fucking - besides only Terry’s hands get to mark all that perfect flesh after all.

Terry puts his hands on his boy’s inner thighs, hand almost completely able to close around it, slippery with lube sweat and cum, and god knows what else, wrenching them open.

His boy is so tired but Terry isn’t done, the high of the line he did is a long ways off wearing off.

Daniel drifts in and out of consciousness, as Terry continues taking his pleasure from Daniel’s limp yet more than willing body.

When they finally come to, Terry before Daniel, it’s well into the late morning, early afternoon.

Terry is spooning him, ass nestled between his cheeks.

He rolls Daniel into his stomach, spreading his cheeks, Daniel protesting in sleep, hole clenching as his finger tracing over it. Terry swears he sees some cum dribble out each time he tightens.

“Shhh,” Terry soothes, Daniel rubbing his face into the mattress further, quieting.

It’s puffy and red, clearly still a bit fucked open, but he vaguely remembers rousing Daniel to swallow some Advil and remembers smearing some cream on it before crashing himself.

There’s no real damage and he must be sore but Terry continues tracing the rim, his ass keeps clenching on each pass, practically asking for it again. Terry knows what his boy is good for - knows what he can take.

Terry wraps a hand around his own cock - maybe he’ll be lenient and just come on it but when Daniel shifts his hips back, silently asking for Terry to press them in, Terry knows it’ll be inside Daniel’s ass he’ll be painting white.

Fingers slide in, like butter through a hot knife, warm wet and willing.

He grabs the lube, coating his cock, before pouring it directly into Daniel’s ass. Gently rolling him to his side, he doesn’t want him to wake just yet, pressing himself inside, slowly, inch by inch opening his back up.

Daniel moans so softly with each inch he’s given.

“So sweet for me,” Terry murmurs, burning his face into Daniel’s neck, teasing the sweat there.

As good as having Daniel while coked up is, Terry loves it like this too - loves his boy and all the ways he can have him.

He keeps the thrusts slow and steady, measured and controlled, but it doesn’t take long before the siren song of Daniel’s body overpowers his senses.

Daniel wakes like that, Terry behind him, moving sure and steady inside him,

“Good morning sweetheart,” he says, one last thrust, as his hand digs into his hip, keeping him in place so Terry shoots deep and true.

He’s half hard himself but he doesn’t even have it to wrap a hand around himself.

His body is sore and his ass aches, a sign of how well he was used. A feeling he has come to equate with love.

It’s the price for this kind of love, one Daniel pays and he willing does, every time.

Terry pulls out slowly and Daniel wrinkles his nose - he’ll be walking gingerly and sitting might be out, but when Terry gathers him in his arms, fingers carding through his hair, pressing kisses into his back and neck, soft praise in his ear, Daniel drifts back to sleep, feeling used and loved, powerful and wanted; feeling it all.

#ask #i got an ask 🤩#Terry silver #Daniel larusso #Silverusso #Silverrusso #cobra Kai #karate kid #karate kid 3

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nochi-quinn · 1 year

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candela obscura chapter one episode 3: bad news: the rest of it

hand porn people come get your juice

(it's me I'm hand porn people) (you think I watched four seasons of Magicians for the plot?)

you mustn't read from the book

cool I hate it

auggie: EYYYY

edmund?

auggie's expression in his art is still so good. love character art that says so much about a character

"before each of you are visited by - " my garbage brain: "three ghosts"

oh the grey streak in charlie's hair is new

backstory, bacKSTORY

oh not the mental arguments, those are the worst

auggie my beloved

howard

howard's been high on ghosts for a week

"what were you doing?" "ghosts"

"have you had it looked at?" "I've looked at it :D"

I heard that "insight check" she didn't say

I had to step away, who drilled a hole in their head this time

okay nobody drilled a hole in their head but auggie is Impersonating a Police Officer

god all I can think of is the opening to the Lungfishopolis section in Psychonauts

"Doing well, Officer O'Lungfish! Following all posted laws, to the letter!"

CITIZENS OF THE ENVIRONMENT

do you scarlet?

give the baby cocaine

AUGGIE

the average nextdoor poster

MATTHEW I was DRINKING

nefarious something somethings

"come back with a warrant"

aw he got his hoity-toity politics niece a book

it's tusk love

it's BETTER it's HARDY BOYS

I'm something of a spooky story myself

"there's DRUGS in the WALLS"

you what your what

"they're both equally shit"

roll for ricochet

table: howard no robbie: HOWARD YES

"to make you go to sleepytime"

oh oh that one episode of doctor who

idiot's lantern! that one

oh that's very cool

we love an interactive prop

oh no irl dark

insert symmetra "fall back" voice line here

oh I hate it

OH I HATE IT

too tall. too much. too much limb.

when I step you step we step

I very much heard "crying"

I didn't ask how big the room is I said I cast oil lantern

I PUT THE TEAM ON MY BACK

ghost floaters

"only you can create forest fires"

I'm just thinking of the werewolf from paranatural

AUGGIE

[percy lovm voice] I AM EXTREMELY FLAMMABLE

"that was my kamehameha" nerd

"drive it like you stole it"

……..kara-sene

uku'toaaaaa

"I don't know the rules, I can't roleplay my way out of this"

auggie :(

lycanthropic ficus

"what do you have?" "a gun! :D" "NO"

my permanent fallout brainrot insists on hearing "deacon" instead

of "deagan"

"it's a magic gun that's bat at ghosts"

[tma voice] ghost bullet

oh I haven't been looking, I didn't realize ashley took the jacket off

stop I'm already gay

I am not immune to matthew mercer's version of slimy charm

playing dishonored be like

arlo's little dreamy voice going "I have a rifle :D"

matt that sound effect was ENTIRELY unnecessary

god help me for the reference I'm about to make

"THE BULLETS JUST KEEP GOING THROUGH THE HOOOOOLES"

elephant graveyard but for trains

"we're urban spelunking"

oh, it's filch

sounds like something someone who was skulking would say

"tetanus is the true enemy"

howard Leeroy Jenkins margrove

and then arlo had no face

[zenyatta voice] experience nothingness

"a person appears in the portal" stanford?

that is a joker from improbable island

(please play improbable island)

matthew I have never hated your sound effects so much as I do in this moment

OOF obsidian stab

you are flying through the air no matter what

FLAMING AXE

you ever grow another arm just to punch a guy

I was JOKING

"uh-oh!"

SAVE US GHOST BRAIN MAN

the softest "oh no"

BE THE SPRIGG YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD

HOWARD'S NO COWARD

LEEEEEEEROY JEEEEEEENKIIIIIINS

"what is the exact light temperature of your ritual"

noooo let arlo do her cool trick shot

summon the spirit of percy

hey matt what the fuck

howard's made of ghosts

"I feel strange" because you're made of ghosts

I enjoy that ashley stays in character voice the entire time she's playing. like she's just auggie now.

okay what matt said was cool but I also like the idea of auggie not being able to rely on being able to physically fight his way out of shit and having to actually read the situation

hey robbie what the f u c k

bad news: the rest of it

#critical role #candela obscura #spoilers #candealtag #crititag #liveblog #reaction post

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🖤🧡 Lestober Day 13: Share your favorite lyrics from your top five songs from Les projects of your choice. Why do you like them? Or be brave and share your favorite lyrics from five shuffled songs!

Five Shuffled Songs: Rumble of the Diesel // Tyranny of the Hunt // Iowan Gal // Harold of the Rocks // Moron TV

Expanded under the cut. ⬇️🎃

Rumble of the Diesel : Les Claypool

I like to keep it simple; it helps to keep me sane

I like floating in the ocean it nullifies the pain

Hmm, this one is harder- all the story ones are harder. Les’ songs are not often like Lana’s where I can just pick out a line like “oh this is so pretty” or “oh I relate”. Maybe I could have with my favorite songs. I picked this pair of lines because I like the imagery. This is a nice song, goes with his blue collar roots, talking about fishing albacore, which he loves to do. I like to think he’s speaking for himself here and how he finds peace on the water. Makes me want to go out on a boat.

Tyranny of the Hunt : Colonel Claypool’s Bucket of Bernie Brains

A Petaluma man

Showed his gal a trick

He took a needle full of cocaine

And he shot it in his prick

They say he got the gangrene

The pain it wouldn't stop

And when he took a hot bath that night

His pecker floated to the top

I mean I had to include this whole section, because Les just has such a way with words, with storytelling. Lol, I think he’s funny. This is a good example of one of his humorous lyrics. Loves singing about fucked up dudes. This is the best part of the song tbh. I love when he says sex words, hehe. I wonder if he heard a story about this, scribbled it down, like ‘oh this has got to go in a song, cocaine in his dick!?’

Iowan Gal : Les Claypool

She's got a round bottom I like to spank it

She quilt me up a cashmere blanket

Pretty as a picture, happy as a clam

Pinch me and tell me how lucky I am

You may try to win her but you never will pal

My purebred, cornfed Iowan gal

Jesus this whole song makes me, like, blush. It’s about his wife, holy shit. Ughhh, of course shuffle would land on this. I mean, I have to pick the part where he talks about spanking her ass, right?? I’ve talked about it on this blog before. Talking about how much he loves her. How lucky he is and how possessive he is over her. How happy he is with her. I’m gonna cry. This whole song is so sweet…and…y’know. Damn. (Chaney signed off on one of her posts one time with something like ‘from this Iowan Girl’ and I’m sick.)

Harold of the Rocks : Primus

It was a weekend's eve

I had sex on my breath

I was looking for something to see

What are the odds of getting two songs I’ve mentioned on here before? Again, I’m picking the sex lyrics because I’m shallow. This is another story song about a guy he knew. Fucked up dudes on drugs, his favorite subject matter. This lyric is my evidence that he loves eating pussy. Okay. Thank you. Next.

Moron TV : Primus

Just when I thought I'd seen it all

They pull a cretin from the shelves

And flash that filth under their nails

To make us feel better about ourselves

First, wow, just fucking realized he’s saying “more on TV” than “Moron TV”, because I’m an idiot. He’s so clever, what nice word play. I like this lyric because of the visceral imagery. He’s got a very nice vocabulary. I like the commentary of how shitty reality TV is and how networks take advantage of vulnerable/stupid people to sell ads and shit. I like when he expresses his opinions in his work. I tend to agree with him on most things.

#lestober #text post #personal

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Aftermath ~Scarface AU Oneshot~

When the Skull returns from a successful mission in Miami, he indulges in the company of Alejandro Sosa's servant girl.

I stopped trying to figure out how I got here a long time ago after seeing a man get shot point blank in the head here in Cochabamba, Bolivia outside the home of cocaine drug lord Alejandro Sosa. I wanted to believe my parents were worried sick about me and were doing everything they could to get me back. But I was just a black girl from Miami. I wasn’t rich or anyone of worth. Who would have thought that trying to defend a woman from lecherous and violent men in a night club would lead to a reward of permanent servitude?

But the moments always scared me is when he and I were in the same area together. It wasn’t common, but in passing he’d be silently following behind Mr. Sosa and Alberto in the halls of his home. I’d be behind Mrs. Sosa. The happily married couple would smile lovingly at each other before passing and continuing on with their own business.

Whenever we were about to pass, I always felt a chill shoot up my spine. His dark sunglasses and his emotionless features always made him hard to read, but made him intimidating and rightfully so. He was Mr. Sosa’s top hitman and lieutenant, Gabriel “The Skull” Barba. To his associates he only goes by Barba, by his victims he is The Skull, but in the night time when he’d come back to his home expecting me to be there, I called him Gabriel as is commanded. You never knew what he was thinking or how he was feeling. He always gave me bad feelings as if anyone cared.

Whenever we’d pass each other, it seemed he was looking at me. I used to think I was paranoid but seeing as I was the only black woman here, and his head would turn in my direction, I couldn’t deny his gazes. Whenever Mrs. Sosa would be in her room or by their large pool, she’d ask me to send something to Mr. Sosa, and I would nod and do so. I’d usually find him in his outside dining area, enjoying the sun or speaking with associates. For a ruthless man he was oddly kind to me. Maybe it was because I helped his wife when those men were harassing her. I didn’t believe anything good came from this place. Whenever I delivered something to Mr. Sosa, Gabriel would look my way, watching me, making me very nervous and afraid. I quickly wanted to get out of the area. But that’s how it was when I was first brought here. Now my mind and body grew numb with only one thing I chanted: survive.

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Tonight, should have been a night like any other, however Alejandro Sosa was mad like a bat out of hell. According to the whispers of the other workers, some guy who worked for Mr. Sosa didn’t do a hit like he was supposed to, and it brought major heat back on the drug lord.

Alberto, also known as the Shadow, was also killed in the process and this was not good. He was good at making people’s problems disappear, I had learned. That would mean others would have to die and I too would have a part to play in the aftermath. I always had a part to play when it came to the aftermath. Gabriel was sent to Miami to kill the man who made Mr. Sosa very upset. When word got out that Gabriel was alive and returning to Bolivia, I knew it was my turn.

With Mr. Sosa on edge, Mrs. Sosa thought it best she only be surrounded by her guards, so she told me to go about my duties and would send for me if needed. So I prepared for the next steps of the aftermath.

Gabriel had a lodge very close to the Sosa’s for the calmer and quieter times in his world. It was hardly ever used, but clean and ready for someone to stay in. That’s where I came in once escorted to his home. The moon was high in the sky tonight and I was only in a silk pale blue gown that showed most of my back. I used to wonder how my first time would be but after being here, my virginity was a distant memory that was lost to me, when I lost my freedom. He took it from me.

I could hear the front door opening, and I closed my eyes taking even breaths as I listened to the low footsteps. For a tall man, his feet were light. He had such a smooth walk about him that you could barely hear him entering a room. He liked that. As always, the lamp by his king size bed is on. It’s the only light he wanted on in his room. The rest of his home was dark. Always dark. I looked out into the forest around us, but the back of Mr. Sosa’s house was still in view, reminding me that I could not escape.

When the barely cracked door opened wider, I finally turned and looked at Gabriel. He was in his usual dark attire: beige pants and a black turtleneck under an army green jacket with black gloves on. His hair was perfectly in place as usual, combed and laid down. He looked calm, the shot gun in his hand made me nervous, as usual when he’d come home with a gun in his hand. Maybe it was just in case someone was here who wasn’t supposed to be. But when he sees me he pauses for a moment and just looks at me. I looked back with the same curious, puzzled look on my face. I can't see his eyes, so I don't know what he's feeling or thinking. I’ve learned he’s 34, eight years older than me. Why wasn’t he married or with kids? Maybe he was and I was just his mistress, someone to use when on the job.

Gabriel placed his shot gun in its usual spot behind the door. Now it’s just us two in our own world. I approached slowly and calmly, wondering how many men he killed on his assignment. Now I was standing before him and surprisingly he smelled very fresh as if he had just taken a shower before coming here. And now we quietly got to work, doing our usual song and dance. He slides off his jacket, and I moved to remove his shirt. The dim light did not hide the scars on his chest and stomach that he gained from his younger years. I moved down to his shoes and quietly untied then removed them. He likes the quiet that much I have gathered. There would be moments when Mr. and Mrs. Sosa would be talking in their room with both of us present and when they are deep in their conversations, they'd walk into the next room or out on the balcony leaving Gabriel and I alone. We were never alone for too long, but it was just long enough for him to look my way through his dark sunglasses. It made me wonder why he wore them inside.

He likes being treated like Mr. Sosa during these moments together. Even though he hardly shows emotions, I have caught glimpses of his lips twitching into a quick smirk when I would do things like undress him or tend to him in other ways. He likes it when I go down on him. He likes it when his thick length chokes me.

I now moved back up to his pants and quietly unbuttoned them sliding them down. I had to fight the urge to look at his crotch sometimes. But he wouldn’t act completely incompetent. He took hold of my shoulders and brought me back up to my feet. Now finally light brown eyes were staring at dark brown orbs. His sunglasses were in his hands and now he wasn’t the Skull, he wasn’t Barba. He was just Gabriel. He was tall and lean with obvious muscle to do the jobs he had to do. He was fit and definitely took care of himself. I have seen him always eating good and smoking occasionally. I don't even remember a time when he was ever drunk like some of the men get when they had time to themselves.

With his free hand he comes up and gently caresses my face. I couldn’t stop the light recoil of my face as his fingers graze my skin. He shows a mild grimace.

“You’re still afraid of me, Layla.” he said lowly and I looked up at him. His accent is thick and deep, and I cannot tell if I have angered him or not.

“I’m sorry.” I say softly not trying to fill the room with too much noise. I don't want him to be angry with me. I never want him to be angry at me. Gabriel slowly leans into me, and I can do nothing but stand here as his lips finally connect with mine. His lips are thin, but not dry. They are soft and light, against my puffier lips. I have no choice but to respond and once I do, he deepens it immediately, dropping his round sunglasses and finally wrapping his arms around my lower back. In moments like this I always go into auto pilot, I let my arms wrap around his neck and my fingers curl into his soft hair.

I never tried to deny him because I was too afraid that the one time I do, I would never see the light of day again. I open my mouth and let his tongue enter. I respond with a graceful and light moan to appease him. His calloused hands roam down my back, his fingers enjoying the softness of my flesh. Now his hands are moving up to the straps of my nightgown. They’re moving fast. Tonight, he was impatient. He bunched up my night gown from my sides and begins to pull it up. I raised my arms so that he could pull my nightgown off. I wore nothing else underneath. I have learned from the past sessions to have little to nothing on. I let my hands touch his hardened chest while our mouths once more found each other. My fingers gently outlined his pectoral muscles and moving down his stomach.

I did my best to avoid any scars or healed bullet wounds. He doesn't always like them being touched. Now I was at his black briefs and as usual, the slow excitement rose in me as he allowed me to touch him. I had never touched a man like this. While his hands came to cup my breasts, pinching my now hardened nipples, my palm moved up and down his semi hardened shaft. While releasing a low growl, Gabriel was pushing into me now, wanting more body contact with me.

Strange, I am not used to him doing this much movement unless it was hurting or killing someone. His movements were always with purpose, but this time they were quick and ragged and greedy. He called the shots of course, so I didn’t do anymore, except continue to rub him through his briefs feeling him growing more in my palm. He had an impressive size, one that always had me gasping from the mere intrusion. I felt his hand on the back of my neck giving a light squeeze, a sign of possession as he devoured my mouth more.

Finally, we both needed air and when I pulled back he leaned in for another quick kiss before moving down to take one of my nipples into his mouth. I tensed a bit feeling the sparks of electricity shoot into my body from the attention they were getting. I let out a submissive whimper as I feel his tongue moving around my hardened buds, causing them to become more and more sensitive. I began to feel a gentle throb between my legs and I felt my body starting to push into his, our crotches rubbing slowly together. If only my hand was not in the way of his groin. He then leaned up and then pointed to the bed. I did as commanded and moved over to the large bed with him behind me after he removed the last bit of his clothing.

He called the shots as usual and I did not argue. I never argued. He lied on his back and pulled me atop of him and I knew what to do. I began to move my hips against his, his shaft rubbing up and down against my vagina. Sometimes he cared if I was turned on, other times he didn’t. I didn’t know what he would want during the aftermath of a mission. All I could do is just go with the flow of what he wanted and make him happy. As his hips began to move with mine, I noticed one thing I had forgotten to do, cut the lamp off. We always continued in the dark. Fearing punishment, I tried to move over toward the lamp, only for him to grab my forearms and pull me back on him. He gave a harsh glare that told me not to do that again, and I just nodded in submission and continued to move my hips against his, letting my palms rest on his chest. This was different. He usually preferred this with the lights off.

It always made me assume he wasn’t attracted to me, but only did this as a move of power from a man’s view on a woman. He just wants to show he is in control, he is stronger than me and can do whatever he wants to me without consequence. What’s changed? It wasn’t like I could ask. I moved my hips faster rocking against him creating a low friction that started to send spurs of pleasure up my stomach. Gabriel let out gentle huffs and grunts as he moved his hips with me. With one hand he found my throat. I let out a whimper at his. He found out that I came really hard when being choked. Although the movements alone were awakening my body, the low lighting of the lamp kept distracting me, so much I was looking over at it more than I had expected.

Why are we doing this with the lights on? My entire body is visible and I was starting to wonder what he thought of it. Did it please him in anyway to want to do this to me? Did he want to see the fear on my face, the desperation in my eyes? With his other hand, Gabriel gripped my right ass cheek, a sign he was done waiting and most likely not happy with my distracted eyes. I looked down at him and nodded leaning in to him and kissing him as if to apologize for being distracted. He returned it and continued to squeeze my ass. I leaned back and lifted my body up and with one hand, I spread myself open and he watched me with hungry eyes. Is this how he looked at me during the day through his sunglasses?

I began to slowly take him in, and I closed my eyes letting out a sharp gasp as I felt my tight walls spreading to fit him all. I panted steadily feeling him in my stomach. Gabriel held my hips tight and already my body began to adjust to his girthy size. Now I let my body continue in auto pilot. I started to move my hips up and down on him, the bed rocking beneath us. Gabriel’s eyes fluttered closed and his hips began to buck into mine, meeting my movements. These nights were always about pleasing him and doing what was needed to get to the next day. I must have been doing something right if he wanted me after an… assignment. The once silent room was filled with gentle moans and whimpers as I took in all the pulsing and vibrations of pleasure that was shooting up inside me. My walls just tightened around his shaft, trying to milk him for all he's got. I could feel him twitching inside me, the tip trying to hit my sweet spots.

Gabriel just stared up at me, releasing low growls of pleasure as he held on to me tighter. I suspected his eyes were always filled with danger, even now I couldn’t tell if he was truly here with me or just waiting for a moment to strike. And once more I wished the light was off so I wouldn’t have to see his face. He wasn’t ugly, quite the opposite. He was very handsome and stoic. He even caught the eyes of a lot of high classed women who came around to visit Mrs. Sosa, but the world around him only mattered when he was with Mr. Sosa. I feel his hands tighten on my hips and without another word he forces me down and holds me there. I let out a cry of pleasure as I felt my hot spot being hit. I tried to cover my mouth with my hand, but I was met with a sharp smack to my right ass cheek. Gabriel glares.

"No!" he says and I immediately keep my hands on his pecs to show submission. He starts to control my hip movements, forcing me up and down on his thick dick with precision, hitting that sweet spot over and over again. I cried out louder and his dark eyes watched me, a feral smirk spreading on his lips.

He now raised his hand between our bodies, and I could feel his finger applying pressure to my clit as I moved. That was different and unexpected. My body didn't know how to react at first and it took a few seconds for sudden bursts of pleasure to begin erupting further inside me. I cried out feeling my body grow hotter. I wanted more- I needed more. I began to move harder and faster now enjoying his cock buried deep inside me. One of my hands raised to caress my breasts and further add to my pleasure.

"No." Gabriel commanded huskily. I whimpered and looked at him through clouded eyes. Even with pleasured filled eyes, he still manages to look at me with authority. I removed my hand and continued to take pleasure from his fingers on my clit and his cock only. By now I was grinding fast against him to gain more pleasure. I could feel the hand on my hip tightening as he began to glare at my stomach as if focusing on not cumming too early. The first time he had me, I was so tight he came after a few thrusts. I think he embarrassed himself, because it took a few months for him to even look my way when we were in the same area again. But when another man took interest in me, then he really started to show interest again or should I say possession?

In one quick movement, Gabtiel flipped us and now my back was to the mattress and he moved his hips hard into me jack hammering me into the bed. I couldn’t stop the high-pitched cries and yelps that escaped me as he held on to me tight. I hated to admit it but this was the part I liked. When he’d grip my curls and burry his face into my shoulder. With his free hand he was gripping the head board making the bed creak and move louder. He pants and groans hard into my shoulder.

Gabriel is a killer who celebrates his accomplished murders while fucking me hard into his mattress. He pumped led into his victims, and then came back and pumped his cum into my womb. At first, I tried not to care because I felt he probably did this with other girls who were just as powerless against him as I was. Even the whispers that only one person can fuck Mrs. Sosa’s black girl, would not convince me that he was not fucking others. But right now, all those thoughts of other girls didn’t matter. Just him pumping into my stomach was all that I cared about. My legs locked around his hips and my arms just held on to his shoulders for dear life as my hips did their best to keep up with him.

Something was different about this assignment Mr. Sosa sent him on. He sent a lot of people to Miami. He must have really enjoyed this assignment. Whoever he killed he must have really hated the guy. Is that why the lights are remaining on? Gabriel holds me tighter, his hips moving even faster with more aggression. I could feel my walls throbbing uncontrollably as he pumps more and more delicious friction into me, ramming my cervix. My moans heighten and my cries grow louder. He knows I am close and his hand reaches up to wrap around my throat, to apply just the right amount of pressure. That really made my vagina throb! He leans back just a bit panting over me, looking me right in my eyes. Now I can see all of the feelings in him that he hides through his sunglasses. The feelings are elevating and that wonderful mixture of popping and tingling sensations fill my vagina. I couldn’t stop my screaming as I came hard against him, body shaking violently beneath him.

“GOD!” I scream out releasing everything in me. Gabriel smirks and continues to pump inside me.

“You want me to cum, huh?” he pants roughly, and I nodded quickly as I feel all the muscles in my neck tensing. In the dim light I can see the pleasure that’s devoured him, the hunger, the want, the need to have me. “Yeah you want me to cum inside you? You gonna give me babies!” I’m overdosing on the drawn-out orgasm and overwhelming pleasure that I would agree to anything.

“Yes yes yes yes yes!” I chant and he moans hard, pressing hips hard against me and he holds it there as he fills me up. We moan out together and his body convulses against mine, my vagina still milking him as he shoots out ropes of thick cum. He collapses on me, and for once I felt mild content knowing that we both enjoyed this. Slowly he rolled off me and onto his back and we just lied there in silence except for our panting. Eventually I would have to go back to my little room, but I could only leave when given permission. Usually Gabriel would wave me off for me to leave. Only this time he just looked at me and began to move the blankets over both our bodies.

“You’re sleeping here tonight.” he said. His words stunned me but I could not deny him, and his wish was my command.

#Scarface #The Skull #BlackfemaleOC #Smut #hostage

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pascals-doll · 8 months

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playing dangerous

javíer peña x reader

🫧 based on the song playing dangerous by lana del rey and written loosely around the lyrics

🫧 THIS IS LONG i got so unnecessarily carried away w this and im just such a slut for him speaking spanish yk my mexican ass had to incorporate spanish | wc: 7.5k

🫧 rewatching narcos during mid-terms UGH MY BRAINROT i cant believe this shit took me 4 days anyways for all my non-spanish speakers here are keywords to remember! i used basic spanish for alot so you can also easily traslate the sentences :) if i forgot anything please lmk 🩷

- perico/periquero: cokehead/ slang for cocaine

- bueno: well/good

-esperando: waiting

-ándale/andele: come on/ hurry up

-tómalo: take it

-cíelo: heaven/sky

- agente: agent

- tampoco: aswell/eitherways

- conoció: met/ have met

-cariño/neña: roughly translates to honey/girl (its like a sexy way tho)

-delicada: delicate

- que cosa mas linda: what a pretty thing

-mojada: wet

🫧 description: reader speaks spanish, mentions of reader smoking cigarettes, drinking,club scene, mentions of cocaine, only specific description provided of reader are back dimples!, reader gets harassed momentarily, SMUTTTT, SMUT, slight foot kink but not even only if u squint, dom!javìer, sub!reader,unprotected sex p in v, fingering, finger sucking, cum eating, papi kink (SORRY NOT SORRY), no use of y/n, use of petnames (cariño, neña, princesa, doll, and slut), reader teases javì sm throughout the fic.

Everybody knows I'm a good girl, officer

No, I wouldn't do a thing like that, that's for sure

The house was already on fire, I swear I'm not a liar officer

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you grab the outfit your bestfriend helped you pick out. it was a cute set you had bought for tonight.

it was a white halter tank with a slight v-cut, exposing your plush breasts slightly as the top tied around your neck and a white short skirt that had a frilly under-layer with matching pink trimming on both. a bow lying on your back right underneath your back dimples.

your hair was curled down at the tips, wispy doll-like lashes complimenting your face as you apply the slightest blush to give yourself that pinkish hue on your cheeks.

your bestfriend hypes you up, handing you her lit cigarette so you could take a puff “hol’ on, i got us-” youre friend begins.

she bends down, coming back up with two pairs of angelic pink heels “are these not fucking cute or what?” your friend exclaims, handing you a pair.

you let out your puff of smoke, grabbing the heels as you agree how perfect the heels were, they were definitely going to call attention tonight with your cute white stockings. once all put together, you took a good look taking in your dolled upself.

youre skin complimenting the tone of pink, your plush thighs being hugged halfway by your stockings and your pushed up tits being complimented by your small pearl necklace.

you were in a private venue inside a crowded booming club.

“could crowded even be the word ? it was packed to the brim in this club.” you thought to yourself.

it made you feel a bit uneasy as you took in the club scene, the scent of alcohol and sweat taking in your nosebuds. then the fun began.

“another round! whoo!” your friend cheers, lifting her shot glass and then immediately hailing down a waiter.

15 minutes later the waiter comes back with the new tray of shots, each one for you and your friends. you each take a shot beginning the cheer for your friends celebration.

that was, till you were rudely interrupted.

a fair large tall man approaches your venue that was to the far corner. he seemed familiar, he had been eyeing you and your friend early on the dance floor.

you weren’t pleased, to say the least. he had a bit of mean mug and beer belly “how are you fine ladies doin’ this evening?” he slurrs, stumbling closer to your booth where you were all seated.

your friends, including yourself all exchange a look “can we help you?” your friend speaks up, uncomfortable sass clearly evident.

he leans down, getting slightly closer yet a good feet away from you still.

you and your friends gaze leaned down to a small bottle he pulls out, slowly emptying white powder into the back of his hand.

“ándale muñecas, i know you wanna try the best périco of all time?” he says, sickingly close now.

“go to hell and feel free to take that shit with you, periquero” you spit out causing your friends to giggle and ridcule him.

maybe it wasn’t the best choice by the look her gave you, but you were too drunk too care.

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you might’ve been too drunk to care, but Javíer Peña was far from it.

he was here in this sweaty loud club and it wasn’t for fun. he was here for business, his team got a tip narcotraficante’s were out tonight.

Javíer was undercover for the night, his zipped up black leather jacket hiding his green bullet-proof vest along with his gun. he had a list of each guy to keep an eye on for the night and you just happened to get approached by one of them.

he watched the interaction, getting slightly closer to your booth from afar incase of anything. he seen the man eventually walk away from your booth of girls.

the man went from your booth to another private room venue that was across from the club. the mans booth was filled with plenty of more men, all conversating very close together.

the men turn, one of them pointing to your booth.

meanwhile…

you and your girls danced the night away, your frilly skirt moving with each sway of your hips.

all was good, cigarette in your hand before you felt someone bump it out of your hand and grab you aggressively.

“you’re coming with me” you felt a hot breath spit out against you.

your friend screams out, causing a scene as she tries to pry him off.

suddenly, multiple men that were dressed like regulars came out of nowhere and pulling out their police badge to the group of dealers, while beginning to handcuff the one that grabbed you.

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you and your friends finally made your way outside of the club as it closed for investigation.

you checked the time. it was just past midnight. your mind was hazy from the alcohol yet, adrenaline still pumping from the whole incident.

“I hope you ladies are okay. I’m DEA agent Javíer Peña. i just need to get statements from each one of you, if that is okay?” the man who just introduced himself asked politely, notebook in had.

he was tall, towering almost over all of you with heels on. he had a muscular figure and his face having the biggest doe eyes you ever seen on a man, yet he had such a rough complexion with a well-tamed mustache.

you were checking out this little DEA agent, he was a brute.

you meet the agent’s dark eyes and it’s more like, hes taking you in.

you admired his tall structure being hugged by his leather jacket looks at you from head to toe slowly and the way his jeans snug him perfectly.

he took in your dolled up presence. it was something about you that caught Javíer’s eyes.

“would one of you be able to tell me the interaction from the start?” he asks, writing down on his notepad after finally ripping his gaze off you.

you were about to start talking “look, we will answer all your questions. can you please just get us home” your friend asks, tired like the rest.

Javier nods, signaling to a officer “an officer will drive you, just tell me the address and someone i can contact to continue the investigation.” he explains “that would be me. you can just get my information.” you tell him, taking the notepad he offers you from his hands.

you handed Javíer his notepad back “i’ll send you a message or a call— and stop by tonight to continue the questions” he explains, taking his notepad back slightly brushing your hand.

it was your address and phone number, complimented by a kiss stain of your lipstick.

“bueno, ya sabes donde estoy esperando”

your accent rings through his ears as you get into the back of the police car, your skirt lifting slightly giving him a peek of your panties.

he averted his eyes before lingering longer than they should, taking a look down at what you wrote down. he couldn’t help but let a smirk creep onto his face.

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you were home, settled into your light pink nightgown. it was 1:30 am.

the bright moonlight seaping through your curtains.

an officer had dropped you and your friends off at your home around 30 minutes ago.

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Well, I'm a little shaken, but I'm fine, thanks for asking

Tell me, do you always work alone so late? Officer

Gosh, I'm a little shy standing here in my nightgown

you smile at yourself, remembering the kiss stain you sneakly planted onto his notepad as you take a drag from your cigarette.

you were waiting for message or a call any moment now.

a loud ring of your phone erupts and its from an unknown number, you pick it up “hello? Im guessing this is agent Javíer Peña” you speak.

“yes this is, i will be heading over there right now for futher questioning. are you available?” he asks. you cant help but feel slightly excited at the idea.

“no problem, agent. ill be waiting.” you reply slyly, smoke leaving your lips with each syllable before hanging up.

it didn’t take much for Javíer to arrive at your house. there was a knock on your door by the time you ash your cigarette.

you get up from your sofa, grabbing your silk robe from where you were seated.

your robe only covered so much, only covering your bare arms and short length of your gown. the silk fabric shielding the thin lace-like fabric of your gown ever-so-slightly; barely even stopping your cold nipples from poking through.

you walked towards your door, opening it to greet the tall agent on your doorstep.

you looked up at him with doe eyes, glistening as the pale moonlight dawned on you.

“I hope you’re having a good midnight ma’am. i am truly sorry to interrupt your night like this” Javier begins, letting you step out the way first to walk through your front door.

you close your front door “well i definitely could be sleeping in my comfortable bed, but i do appreciate the apology, agent”

you tell him, giving him a soft smile at the end of your sentence before slowly walking over to your kitchen.

the tension in the room was high, you could slice through it. you both had longing gazes with oozing sensuality along with every small action shared between you both.

the perverted agent couldn’t help but watch each sway of your hips as you walk to your white marble countertop, your nightgown was so short. he couldn’t help but think about how close yet….so far….

“can i offer you something to drink, agent?” you asked him sweetly, both hands crossed onto your countertop.

the silk of your robe slipping down your shoulder, exposing the strap of your gown.

Looking at me, then suddenly

I'm in love, I'm in love

Lovin' hurricane

I'm in love, I'm in love

Love in a hurricane

I've been bad, I've been wrong

Playing a dangerous game

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“estoy bien con un baso de-” Javíer couldn’t finish his sentence as you lifted yourself ontop your tipy toes to pull open your high-up cabinets to grab glasses.

your nightgown rises, the silk robe completely moving to the side giving him a peek of your plush asscheeks.

Javíer swore his heart almost jumped out his stomach, repositioning his belt for mercy from his cock.

“con un baso de que, agente?” finally down onto your tippy-toes again, looking back at him with your lip in between your teeth. Javíer clears his throat, straightening his stance.

“agua.” he couldn’t even look at you when he said it.

you hand him his glass of water before sitting on your kitchen stool “do you have any idea who the man or the men who he was with were?” Javier began to question, running a hand through his mustache.

“not at all, it was my friends birthday tonight. we went to that club to celebrate.” you begin to explain.

“then why did they approach your booth?” he questions back “he came up to us thinking we wanted his perico, i told him to go to hell and to take his coke with him-oh, i called him a periquero” you jog your memory as you tell him.

“Te ofreció a ti y a tus amigos perico?” his eyes look so focused as his eyebrows furrowed.

“Bueno, tampoco estabas viendo agente Peña?” you say slyly, looking up at him while crossing your legs causing your gown to rise.

now in this moment, the moonlight was shining through your window right down onto your thighs; making them glow.

“you know, undercover and all” you sly out again with a smirk.

you lean further into the counter, straightening yourself up a bit more causing your clevage to expose oh-so-the slightest.

your nipples hardening again with the slight breeze that came through.

Javíer eyes you so slowly. you thought his eyes could burn holes through you.

“thats right, im guessing he did not like that….” he uttered absentmindedly.

his mind still wandering about what else that little night gown is hiding.

“oh…he did not, thats when he-uhm, he grabbed me.” you bring your robe up to cover yourself slightly not wanting to go back to the moment in that club at all.

“are you okay? did he touch you in anyway? he inches himself closer, both arms not leaning on your countertop as his deameanor clearly tenses up.

“he didn’t in that way, no te preocupes cariño” you get up from your kitchen stool, slowly stepping towards him keeping your eyes locked with his.

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Let's get in the back of your cop car, officer

You can ask me anything you want, anything, anything

Do you have a girl? I don't see a ring on your finger

“do you flirt with all DEA agents?” he questions, cocking his head to his side.

“do you always work alone so late?” you toyed with him slightly, your foot reaching up to brush his clothed ankle.

“im asking the questions.” he retorts, taking a final sip of his water and gulping deeply.

you could sense you were getting him worked up “hm, not at all actually. you just happen to be one”.

the look in your eyes was so innocent but yet screaming ‘fuck me’.

“y tus amigas?” he question, looking around your empty house.

“they went home, they were drunker than me to be able to talk” you giggle out, your giggle was soft and cheer-like.

it made him smile slightly before dropping as your silk robe slips off your body slowly and slowly.

“do you have a girl? i dont see a ring on your finger”

you brush his ring finger as his hand rested on the countertop “i thought a man like you would be married” you reply so soothingly.

it erupted something in Javíer causing him to slightly jolt at your touch.

Javíer chuckles, his hand moving from restng under your hand to now caressing it “hm, a man like me neña?” he asks condescendingly. you couldn’t help but shudder under his touch, his big hands overtaking yours.

you raise your foot higher, rubbing his knee before reaching his thigh.

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Well that's interesting, have you ever thought of dating a singer?

The flames are getting higher, so's my desire

It's kind of exciting, don't you think

Then suddenly he's uncuffing me

“nunca he conocido a un hombre como tú...” your foot just inches away from his cock.

Javíer just smirks at you before leaning back from your countertop, his free hand going to grab your foot causing you to jump in shock, almost falling.

he grabs you just in time, pulling you into his muscular embrace.

your nightgown was completely ridden up at this point, your silk gown barely hanging onto your body as your titties are pressed up against him giving him a pretty and plush view.

Javier licked his lips, gripping the material of your nightgown that hugged the dip of your hips.

“Tan delicada…” he mutters under his breath, feeling your soft skin brush against. even your fucking foot felt like cream-silk.

you couldn’t help but let out a pathetic whimper, rising your foot away from his hand to wrap around his waist. your hot cunt brushing against his clothed bulge.

Javíer took a deep in a deep sigh, slightly grinding into you.

“have i done something wrong, agent?” you tease him even more pushing him to the point where he fucks you right here, right now.

“no se neña, you answered the door in this pretty pink gown to a government offical, and planting a dirty little kiss on my notepad” Javíer says lowly, his hand riding up your thigh slowly finding their way to your panties.

you bit your lip at the thought of what you did.

your hands found their way onto his chest, covered by the leather material of his jacket. you grab his zipper, slowly unzipping his jacket.

“can you blame me, agent?” you pout out.

you felt him up through his maroon button-up that was covered by a green vest when you first seen him.

“you throw yourself around like that?” he spat out, almost sounding jealous while hoisting you up with one arm causing you to gasp softly.

he had his other hand hugging your thigh, using it as leverage.

“solo tú” you tell him looking at his rough structure, his big arms holding you up-high like nothing.

the sound of that coming from your mouth was like a drug.

Javíer could hear you repeat it, scream it, say it, and fucking moan it.

he crashes his lips onto you, groaning into them as your bodies are pressed together.

he begins to walk your closer to your clean countertop.

your lips move hastily, his lips almost overtaking yours as his grip most likely left marks on your skin and you loved it.

he made you feel secure and everything more.

your silk robe was on the floor at this point, already been disgarded.

your hands were entangled in his hair.

the feeling of his mustache tickling your lip with each in-sync movement making you not get enough of him.

the scent of his clogne mixed in with cigarette smell overloading your senses as you push off his leather jacket.

Javíer moves his arms, helping you pull it off falling to the floor.

you spread your legs slightly causing more friction between his pressed bulge against your pussy as you sat on your counter.

his hands find their way to your thighs, feeling your soaked-through panties.

“ah princesa, qué mojada-” he begins lowly, disconnecting from your lips but heads still pressed together.

you let out a moan while he begins to rub your folds softly through your wet panties as your hands grip his shirt.

“todo esto para mí?” his tone was insidious, your mind going fuzzy. the only thing on it being him.

“sí, papí, todo pa’tí!” you impatient cry out, leaning back onto your countertop slightly to raise your hips to meet his.

“patience is key, doll. i know you got it, taking your time to put on that cute slutty ouftit-hmph?” he teases, his hand finally pulling your panties to the side.

you cant help a soft smile creep across your lips.

“glad you noticed, agent peña” you thanked him.

he was still thinking about your outfit from earlier while his fingers softly started rubbing up and down your folds.

your ass in that little skirt and how the pink two-piece made your body eccentric.

you let out a mewl, almost a purr-like moan causing Javíer to groan out while laying you down slowly more and more onto your countertop.

he was going agonizing slow, dancing around your soft wet slit “Javí, porfavor” you plead.

slowly getting you more under his beautiful submission.

If you can't stand the heat

Then stay out of the fire

You might get what you desire, boy

Love is strange

Sometimes it makes you crazy

It can burn or break you

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he begins to kiss you again starting from your lips leading all the way down the the nape of your neck, down the small path inbetween each of yout titties, and then down to your stomach; licking a long stripe from your soft-skinned abdomen to your lower tummy.

he inches himself so close to your cunt, dying to see your seeping pussy as his big hands massage the plush flesh of your thighs.

“que cosita mas linda-fuck” he groans out, palming his deeply strained cock in his pants.

you reach your own hand up to replace it, beginning to unbuckle his belt.

your swollen pussy calling out to him, his thick fingers enter your hole causing you to arch your back slightly.

you moaned out, reaching your hips up to slide his fingers in stretching you completely. you leaned up a bit slightly watching him.

both of your eyes meet illuminating under the light coming from street right outside your kitchen window.

“you like this? just wait till my cock takes you full” he let out in a breathy deep tone causing shivers down your spine.

you palm him through his boxers, his jeans around his knees.

your nightgown was scrunched up around your hips as your titties bounce up and down by the rough fucking of Javíer’s fingers.

he just couldn’t get enough. the view of your soppy little hole letting lewder and louder noises.

you tried desperately to have his cock released from his boxers but he was determined on your pussy, his switching in between your swollen wet cunt and those innocent-fucked out eyes.

“m’close! ay coño!” you moaned out, your now erotic-laced accent sending Javíer’s mind into overdrive.

“Quién te está haciendo sentir tan bien-ah, cielo?” you were completely sprawled out onto your countertop with the way his fingers fuck into you.

“tú, papí, sólo tú” you moan out again like it is your prayer, finally pulling down his boxers so his cock sprung out.

he worked you closer and closer as you gripped basically almost ripping his shirt as you popped two buttons open.

“fuck! please! m’gonna cum for you!” you tearfully plead.

your eyes never left his as you pump the thick of his cock and he works you through your first orgasm.

he leans down to kiss you agressively, speeing up the pace of his fingers to work you quicker.

he must’ve been dying to be inside you. they move vigorously as your moans turn to yelps.

the pumping of his cock got a bit sloppy but never disconnecting from his base. your thumb loomed over his bead of precum as you massaged his tip.

Javíer’s fingers were coated with your pearly juices as you pant out.

you lean up, you werent tired. not with him atleast, not yet.

you were desperate to please.

one hand still pumping him, you take the hand that he stuffed his fingers inside you with and suck them clean, looking at him with such eyes.

Javíer runted himself into your hand before laying you completely down with one hand on your chest.

“dámelo papí” you whimper out, the hand that was once wrapped around his cock now trailing up to his chiseled chest and arms.

Javíer aligned you with him, your hips in his hand squishing the soft flesh as his head lowers to your chest, and sucking your nipple one by one.

your hands were running through his back, feeling each flex of each muscle with every movement he made.

once he pushes himself into your wet cunt, completely taking him in like nothing but he was far from nothing.

you felt his thick base stretch you as his long length slowly filled up. you felt every inch of him.

you cried out in overwhelming pleasure.

“esta gatìta tán perfecta” he groans out against your titty, his tongue licking patterns onto it.

you arch your back, chesting connecting to his lips more.

“s’big-fuck” you whimper as your nails dug into him.

“can you take it, princesa?” he teases cockily, slowly rutting his hips in and out of you. you give him a delirious smile; biting your lip.

you rise your hips to slam against his.

he was balls deep inside of you now, causing him to let out a gutteral grunt.

“pussy too tight for you?” you tease back, your nails dragging deep lines into his back as his gaze never leaves yours.

you were a brat.

that was all you needed to get Javíer to retract his hips from yours, just to thrust himself into you even harder.

the smile from your face falls as your mouth falls open and eyes roll back as his hips fuck into you so mercilessly.

“ah, you got a mouth on you.” a smile now appearing on his face.

your pussy took him perfectly, slipping him in and out as your pussy slushes with every movement.

“ay, papi!” you repeated like it was your favorite word and he fucking lived for it.

the way it left your lips like a mantra.

Javíer’s hips fucked you relentlessly at such a rough pace.

you swore your entire kitchen counter was shaking.

your kitchen items like your salt shaker tumbling over and the rack of coffee mugs slowly shifting from their original position on the counter.

eitherways, you were too cock-drunk to care.

the way he fucked you was better than anyone, he payed careful attention to all your behavior, being so keen with his touches.

you could say it was an advantage of being an agent, always having to pay attention.

“tómalo neña, sé que puedes, right?” he tried to keep up his dominate and teasing demeanor.

but oh, were you having him come closer to his orgasm than ever before.

Javíer’s small grunts turning into deeper and heavier panting.

each thrust slowly slowing down as he tried to keep his pace steady, not wanting to give in yet. it was hard not too.

your pussy hugged his cock like fitted clothing, as if your pussy was meant for him.

the thought of that was enough to have him twitching inside you and his mind going foggy.

“you like being fucked by DEA agents?” he spits out, sounding almost devilish as his hand find it’s way into your hair; pulling it.

“mmph! n-no-like i-i said…i wanted you! fuck-nngh!” you babble out, the only thing in your mind being his cock fucking into you.

“wanted me? is that right, neña?” he was reaching his orgasm, hips stuttering trying to keep fucking into you.

“yes! fuck yes Javí!” you began to yelp out, you swore you were clawing blood out of him as he hissed slightly.

“m’so close! m’so close! m’so close!” you babble out, tears forming in your eyes.

“ándele, te tengo princesa” he moans out with you, hips slowing down to match your orgasm.

your sticky bodies pressed together, your hands going from his back to the ruffles of his hair as he unloads his warm cum inside of you, mixing with yours making a sticky wet mess on your countertop.

you share your final heavy breaths together, still interlocked in his arms for a moment.

Javìer helps you up and off of your now sex-coated countertop. you pull up your nightgown, putting your arms through the straps of it “well, i hope i answered all your questions agent”.

you smile at him, handing him his leather jacket that was on the floor.

“ah princesa, i actually don’t do statements. they were gonna have an officer come in the morning, but well…i told them i can handle it.” he explains with a smirk as you walk him to your door.

you were dumbfounded, you werent the only one plotting.

“i left my number on your fridge, llamé cièlo”

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I'm in love, I'm in love

Lovin' hurricane

I'm in love, I'm in love

Love in a hurricane

I've been bad, I've been wrong

Playing a dangerous game

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thekleesh · 2 years

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Hey what’s up Tumblr it’s been a little while

I haven’t made an actual post besides reblogging my girlfriend’s art on here in a good few years and I figured with seeing how Twitter is doing these days, now might be a good time to post a big-ass update.

NUMBER ONE:

My YouTube channel is doing well! I just posted this big huge sexy video about emulation and why you should do it and why it isn’t illegal (if you do it the right way). I’m super proud of it. Check it out!

youtube

In addition, I have uploaded a few other videos since my last post that I think (most of) are pretty cool, so if you enjoy this one I implore you to give the rest of my channel a shot.

Here’s one of my favorites.

Here’s another one for good measure.

NUMBER TWO:

Since my last post, I have also made a significant change to the way my streams are broadcasted. Up until last month, I used Twitch for all of my streaming endeavors. I did decently well for myself, met some great people, made some amazing friends, and even received a handful of payouts. I already made a big announcement video going into greater detail about this, but the short version is I am no longer on Twitch. I decided I didn’t like splitting my attention between Twitch and YouTube, so I have fully moved over to streaming on YouTube. It was a big change considering how long I’ve been on Twitch, but I am confident in my decision.

If you would like to see the farewell stream I did announcing all of this and going into greater detail as well as answering some questions, that’s right here.

NUMBER THREE:

I have been doing art still! I don’t do it particularly often, but I have a couple pieces I’m willing to share with you today. I’ll likely make separate posts for these later on, but I’ll stick them here in the meantime to make my post look longer than it actually is.

The first one is Marie from Splatoon! This is part of a collab I did with @skyeroxy where she sketched both Squid Sisters, and we each painted one. I am incredibly happy with how the collab turned out and I think I did a good job with Marie. I would hope so, because she’s my favorite.

Earlier in the year I also took a crack at drawing Captain Amelia from Treasure Planet. I rewatched the movie on a whim one day and each time I do it only solidifies the fact that it’s my favorite animated Disney movie, it just doesn’t get old.

Once again, these (and a few others) will get their own posts probably later in the week.

NUMBER FOUR:

Just kidding there isn’t a fourth point. I would just like to reiterate that yes, I will likely be more active on here than I have been. Even if Twitter doesn’t fizzle out in the next few days I really enjoy the much more relaxed atmosphere that exists on this site, so I’ll probably spend less time on Twitter and more time here regardless of what happens.

I have two blogs, there’s this one and my side blog.

I will reserve this blog for serious announcements like videos and maybe stream alerts (which will be deleted after the corresponding streams have concluded). My side blog is for frequent reblogging of things I enjoy like video games, memes, cool art, you get the idea. Basically retweeting on cocaine. If Twitter really truly does go down in a pit of flames, I’ll use my main account (this one) to post random bullshit thoughts and opinions and jokes and whatever else I do on my Twitter currently.

Aaaand for good measure, some links:

YouTube (Main Channel) // (Live)

YouTube (Stream Archive)

TikTok (FUCK this website I just post clips from my streams on it)

Twitter (A bit redundant to put this here but hey, it’s here)

I am technically available on other sites, like my Twitch account is still around, but these are the ONLY ones where you’ll find me active in any capacity. I still use Twitch but only as a viewer these days.

I’m working on a new public Discord server as well, I’ll post the invite to that when I feel it is ready. It’s coming along.

Alright, that’s it. Thank you for reading.

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authenticmiya · 2 years

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Close Enough To Hurt Me - Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary - Rafe has started an argument with the point blank reasoning being because of JJ Maybank. Who knew having shots with the guy, would end up being Rafe’s worse nightmare?

Words - 3k

Warnings - angst, arguing, mentions of a car-accident, name-calling, swearing, slight fluff

A/N - Enjoy this one! Here’s to my first Rafe imagine🍻

“You gonna just sit in the corner and not answer me?“ Rafe shouted at you. Your body was close to giving up - against the wall.

“What do you want me to say? That I’m okay with you flirting with other chicks whilst I’m less than two fucking centre meters away from you? Fuck Rafe, I’m your girlfriend, don’t I deserve some respect?” You shouted back, suddenly gaining a huge amount of confidence.

“Respect? You want some fucking respect? How about not downing shots with JJ Maybank whilst I’m less than two centre meters away from you?“ He mocked.

“JJ Maybank deserves nothing more than a friend, especially because of what his fucking father does to him. You don’t get to throw that in my face!” You shoved him away from you, only for him to grip hold of your wrists.

“Oh yeah, what about what my father does to me? Don’t you care about your own boyfriend?“ He questioned.

“So you want to throw that in my face? Rafe Cameron you’re the biggest asshole on this island. You wanna know why? Ward Cameron has used you since you were able to form English sentences. I have been there for you every single day and not only have I been the shoulder to cry on but I’ve been the classic fuck that you’ve taken you’re anger out on.” You were so tempted to smack him out but refused.

“Yeah actually Y/N, you’re right. You have been a classic fuck. A good one yet not up to my standards. Every girl on this side of the island wants my dick and you’re just the tragic whore got that got to it first.” He bellowed. Your jaw dropped in amazement that such horrific words could come out of your ‘precious’ Rafe’s mouth.

You remained silent. He was starstruck at his own words. Disbelief scurried around his mind whilst he tried to think of words that would accustom his apology. But no words could be found.

“If two years of committing to you was a whore move than I guess I better make myself known somewhere else.” You whispered. Tears were pooling your eyes and you didn’t know what else to do.

“Y/N…” Rafe began.

“No, you don’t get to fucking apologise. I defended you through everything and now I’m the whore?” You’re voice got louder as tears flooded your cheeks.

“You’ve made me feel like this weak, pathetic person who can’t live without you for months. You’re not my Rafey anymore.” You whimpered. You prayed to god that no-one in his household heard this argument.

Rafe could practically feel his heart beating out of his chest. He’d been the most horrible person to you within the past few months, yet you still took it. You were still there for him throughout his cocaine addiction, his alcoholic tendencies and his nasty words. Yet here you were, still believing he would change.

“I came to the party for you. You left me alone to go talk to a girl you told me you’d known since pre-school. But hey, I guess girls from pre-school need the up-most love right? They need the flirtatious comments? They need you grinding up against them? Fuck you Rafe! JJ wanted shots and I had shots with him. At least I wasn’t trying to fuck him along the way.” You screamed. At this rate, you didn’t care if the household was awake, you wanted to get your point across and that’s what you were gonna do.

“You gonna leave me then?” Rafe cheekily came out with.

“Yeah, actually I think it’s best for us.” Knowing you had a bag of clothes ready to pack, you pushed him out of the way and headed towards his bedroom. A small part of you had hoped he would follow, but he didn’t.

“Fuck.” You muttered, as tears still streamed down your face. You managed to pack up all of your clothes as well as a secretive hoodie that belonged to Rafe. Once you had gathered your things, you headed towards the front door. Once again, you were greeted with Rafe.

You said nothing as you gathered your keys from the little bowl on the table by the front door.

“It’s meant to storm tonight, you can’t leave.” Rafe mumbled.

“I’d rather die in that storm then the whole of outer banks thinking I’m Rafe Cameron’s whore.” You snapped, before rushing out of the front door. You practically ran to your Range Rover and it was like god wasn’t on your side because Rafe quickly followed you.

“I know you Y/N, you hate the thunder, even more so, you hate lighting. I’m not letting you drive in this.” He shouted as you’d locked yourself in your car. As much as you’d hate to admit it, he was right.

“Leave me the fuck alone Rafe.” You shouted back, the temptation of getting out of the car, leaving your mind. You quickly started the engine and before he could run behind the car to stop you from moving, you reversed. Boy could that kid run.

“You can’t fucking leave!” The whole of Outer Banks must have heard him with how loud his voice bellowed. Ignoring his desperate pleas, you left.

“SO, I WON’T, LET YOU, CLOSE ENOUGH TO HURT ME, NO I WON’T, RESCUE YOU, TO JUST DESERT ME, I CAN’T, GIVE YOU, THE HEART YOU THINK YOU GAVE ME, IT’S TIME TO SAY GOODBYE, TO TURNING TABLES!” Your AUX was on the loudest volume it could be to block out the sounds of the sudden thunder.

Rafe was stuck in the position outside of the house. The whole argument seeming to repeat in his head. You were the girlfriend any guy would die for, and just like a penny falling, he was quick enough to drop you like that. Why did he do it? The thoughts were overrunning his head.

You were to caring for your own good. Why were you doing shots with JJ Maybank? Because he needed an extra friend for support. Were you a whore? Of course you fucking weren’t. Your loyalties had been with Rafe since the beginning of time, yet there he was questioning it.

“Rafe, I think it’s best you come inside.” Rose appeared from behind him. He refused to let anyone other than you remotely see him tear up, so he quickly wiped away the multiple tears that had fallen from his eyes.

“Sarah just be nice-“ Ward was lecturing his daughter but when she saw her not so nice brother, she’d let loose.

“Because of you, one of my best friends is driving around in what’s about to be another big storm. In a car that she probably won’t be able to handle if she swerves or skids across the road.” She screamed at him.

“Easy-“ Sarah cut her father off once again.

“Stop being so nice to him about it! You always go on about how she’s like a daughter and because of him…” She pointed at Rafe.

“She could end up in a ditch tonight, I’m going to find her.” Sarah demanded and nobody could stop the girl, she’d had her keys ready and waiting in her back pocket, waiting to escape.

“Guys you may wanna come see this.” Wheezie announced. Curiously, everyone headed into the living room. There on the news was a Black Range Rover, completely submerged and flipped into the nature of trees. The car was a write off regardless.

“Don’t tell me that’s Y/N’s car.” Wheezie whispered. The front door slammed shut and everyone turned to notice Rafe had gone.

“Baby answer the phone.” Rafe cried out as he kept calling and calling. He could tell exactly where the location was, based off of the ten second video he just about managed to watch. 16 times your phone had gone straight to voicemail. He’d found himself sobbing behind the wheel, if he hadn’t of just stopped his possessive self from starting a fight, neither of you would’ve been in this predicament. What if you were gone forever? Not semi-permanently, but forever. Rafe couldn’t live without you.

Blue flashing lights and the sound of sirens snapped Rafe from his thoughts. He was at the scene of the accident. Caring less about the weather, he rushed out of his truck and ran towards the officers.

“Shoupe you gotta let me through.” Rafe was drenched by now, the weather was really picking up.

“Rafe you need to go home, there’s gonna be a traffic jam here for a while. The roads gonna be blocked until the morning.” Deputy Shoupe wasn’t getting it.

“My girl crashed her car and you’re telling me I need to go home? I, I, I need to see her. Tell me she’s not dead, shit man, she can’t be dead, I need her.” His hands frustratedly went to his head as sobs threatened to escape.

“Y/N never crashed her car Rafe, she was the one who called us.” Rafe’s aching heart was beating twice as fast.

“Wait what?” He began.

“Your girlfriend just saved the life of a young couple Rafe, you should be proud of her. She’s in the ambulance getting warmed up-“ Before the deputy could finish his sentence he was rushing over to the closest ambulance. Abruptly opening the door, the weight was lifted off his shoulders when he saw you wrapped in a blanket on the bed.

“Baby-“ Rafe whispered. Tears threatened to fall down your face. The paramedic moved away from you to let the both of you have a moment.

“I’m okay, I promise I’m okay.” You told him and that’s all it took for him to wrap his arms around you - neither of you caring about how soaked he was from the rain.

“But I thought it was your car, I thought you were dead Y/N.” His anxiety was still through the roof.

“I’m here Rafe. My car is fine, it was just a coincidence that the guys in the other car had the same one. The news and camera-crew were here just as quick as the cops. I had to help them, it made me think of if that was us, I’d wanted someone to have done the same.” You admitted, offering Rafe some of your blanket.

“I am so proud of you, so, so proud of you.” The words didnt fully matter to you, you did what you had to do and that was it. It didn’t distinguish the fact as to why you had been driving in the storm anyway.

“When can she come home? Is she allowed to leave?” Rafe asked the paramedic.

“Rafe, I’m not going home with you.” The words oh so bitterly broke his heart again. His face twisted into a confused expression.

“But, but, I need to keep you safe. I can’t let you be alone after what happened tonight. I thought I’d lost you.” Rafe worriedly told you.

“What I did was nothing, I did what any good person should do. What you did to me before I left, that wasn’t what a good person should do.” Your words sounded completely and utterly petty, but he really had hurt you.

“If I was in your shoes, yeah, I’d come running after to you, if I saw what looked like your truck smashed up on the news, but it still doesn’t excuse what fucked up shit you’ve said and done to me.” The paramedic exited the ambulance for a moment, knowing they shouldn’t be listening in.

“Y/N, you’re not any of those things I said. You’re too good for me, you’re too good for anyone. I have done nothing but be a shitty boyfriend for so long and yet there you were, sticking around hoping for a better change.” He began.

“And I never gave you that better change because all I could think about was myself and make dick decisions. You come to my family home, treat my ass of a dad like a king because you’re so respectful. You fix all my injuries to fights that sometimes I shouldn’t be getting in. You love me with all of your heart and I threw that in your face tonight.” The words he was saying, made tears pool in your eyes - looking up, it was the same case scenario for Rafe.

“I’m sorry for hurting you. I never want you to feel bad in any way. It was childish of me to do that and absolutely nasty for me to talk to you in that way. I never want you to feel scared of me or fearful of losing me. I did that to you tonight and I don’t expect you to forgive me. I just want you to know, I’m sorry.” Apologies we’re very rare from your boyfriend, in fact, sometimes you would forget that ‘I’m sorry’ was in even in his vocabulary.

“You’re more than everything I need, and all I’ve ever wanted.” He whispered to you.

“I’m not your whore though Rafe, every-time you’re annoyed at something, don’t treat me like a piece of dirt off of the floor. I can’t live like that, despite how much I fucking love you.” You admitted whilst anxiously twiddling your fingers.

“You never were and you aren’t. I said that in the heat of the moment and I shouldn’t have let my anger get the best of me. I really am sorry.” Tears were falling from his eyes.

“I know you are baby, I know.” You pulled him into your embrace and cuddled him tightly. After what you’d seen and dealt with tonight, you couldn’t give up on him - on the relationship.

“I love you Rafe, I’m not forgiving you easily because tonight hurt. However, no matter what you do in life, I’ll try my best to support you. It has to be a two way street between us. No more drugs, well at least cocaine, especially if you’re coming back to a bed you share with me.” You told him and he squeezed you tighter.

“I promise I will work on myself not just for me, but for us. You’re my everything.” He pressed a kiss to your lips but was then interrupted by the ambulance door opening.

“Um, sorry to break it up between you two youngsters but you might wanna head your asses home before the storm gets worse. Also don’t wanna have to arrest you for doing the dirty in this vehicle.” Deputy Shoupe interrupted making the two of you giggle.

“What do you say baby? My house?” You questioned.

“I’ll go wherever you go.”

#Rafe Cameron #Rafe Cameron x reader #Rafe Cameron imagine #outer banks #outer banks imagine #outer banks x reader #JJ Maybank

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kaepop-trash · 3 years

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greetings. from where i’m from it’s only as late as the sun rises high. heyo. i am sorry for the gibberish i’m about to say but youu, your blog is a bleeding wound that caused me to wail every full moon. i might’ve been under the influence of legal substances BUT, HOWEVER,.. ect. i would love to request a small drabble for my dear knight who rides the black stallion since the dawn of time Lord Johnny Suh wooooeeeee- “I’m not as think as you drunk I am” + J.S.

love,

drunk anon (if the spot is still available please consider this as my application)

Now, this was so cute I'm literally uwuwuwuwu. I haven't started writing this yes but I have a feeling that this is going to get long. I just love drunk antics as a plot device. You've won my heart drunk anon. You ended up getting a full drabble.

Friends to Lovers Trope, Drunk Confession

Summary: Johnny tried not to be obvious, but he had a soft spot for you. Maybe it was the way you used every chance you got to make jokes at his expense. Or maybe it was how you laughed every time he made a joke at your expense. Either way, he tried his best to keep it to himself. So it was really detrimental to his cause that you were currently drunk and telling him that he had beautiful eyes.

"You're drunk." Johnny stated, trying and failing to purse his smile at the compliment.

"Never." She shook her head, stopping to hold her head. "Opps dizzy." She winced, quickly recovering just enough to look back up at him.

Her lips split into a dazzling smile and Johnny's heart pounded so fast that he'd give a cocaine addict a run for their money.

"Tolerance of a champ." She pointed at herself.

Johnny hummed skeptically, "You have a whole bar inside you. A horse would be drunk."

"Not me, no." She shook her head again, wincing like she learned nothing from the past attempt. "Not a horse. Just person." She nodded. "Are you drunk?" She questioned, head tilting to the side.

"A little, yeah." He nodded.

"Excellent." She clapped, excited giggles leaving her that made Johnny's brows raise a little. "You're drunk and I'm not." She pointed at him.

"Good job. Should we get you a trophy?" He questioned.

"Should we get you a bucket?" She shot back, bringing up the last time he was extremely drunk.

His lips twitched, "You're impossible." He shook his head with a light laugh.

"And you're intolerable." She mumbled, pouting down at the couch they sat on.

"You tolerate me just fine."

She looked up, brows knitting in focus. Johnny wondered if she was trying to figure out why she did tolerate him. He hoped that the conclusion she came to wasn't to stop.

"It's the eyes." She nodded, confirming whatever internal question she asked herself. "Actually, maybe it's the smile. Your smile does make people go all." She looked down, bringing her hand up to her chest to mimic an explosion.

Johnny sat up, eagerly reaching for a thread that he found thrown at him. "Who people?" He asked, his own chest lighting up in an explosion when she bit her lip.

"You know," She shrugged. "Just persons."

"No, I don't." He shook his head, pausing with a groan when he felt dizzy. "Do you happen to know anyone?"

She looked up at him, eyes wide and lips parted like a fish out of water. Johnny couldn't help the smile spreading on his face, elation filling into every crevice. Then he reminded himself that he needed confirmation. Then he realised that she was drunk.

She huffed, crossing her arms and sitting back. "Don't tease me. You're always teasing me."

"You tease me right back, (Y/N)." He reminded her, an endearing smile growing on his lips.

"Yeah, but. You know." She mumbled.

"No, I don't."

"Then you're an idiot! You're so lucky you have everything else going for you. Because you'd be a little screwed otherwise."

Johnny slid closer towards her, closing the distance she put between them. "Can I tell you a secret?" He whispered, hands reaching for hers. She took in a fragile breath and Johnny told himself that it was the final confirmation he really needed. Now he just wanted her to say it first.

"I think I'm feeling a little," He paused, biting down his embarrassment. Then he reached his free hand up to his chest, to mimic an explosion. "Right now." He squeezed her hand.

Her eyes shifted to something more focused and for a moment Johnny thought this was it. Then she scoffed.

"Are you going to talk about that girl you flirted with today again? I swear to go-"

"No." Johnny cut her off, huffing out his irritation of her ruining what he thought was the perfect moment. "It's you, dumbass. I'm so obvious about it too, always trying to talk to you. I used to think you're not interested. But you're just slow." He shook his head.

"Hey!" She sat up, "How was I supposed to know that your seduction tactics are calling someone the biggest disappointment since microwave meals."

Johnny grinned, "That was funny, you have to admit it."

"I hate you." She groaned, "I can't believe I can never stop thinking about you."

"Well, it's too bad. Because I'm in love with you."

Requests Closed

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chifuyusgangshirt · 2 years

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most controversial tr opinion? hm... probably that haitani brothers are equal?? like,, i say i love them equally and ran and rindou fans start screeching in my face about who's better. it's a pain in the ass

also, just because sanzu took ONE pill does not mean he needs to be written as an absolutely horrible druggie and alchoholic. i mean, idrc how people write him, but don't assume ig??

uhh and we should've gotten way more draken and emma scenes and stuff exploring their relationship more rather than just hina and takemichi 245% of the time. like, i get that the show kinda revolves around hina, but like, draken and emma deserved a really good backstory chapter or two,, not just itty bits of moments here and there. and while they were cute and had a connection, i don't feel like we ever really got to see where that connection started and how it's evolved, y'know? it was just kinda....there, i don't think that way the best direction for them tbh

oh, also,, isn't izana technically more powerful than mikey?? people keep forgetting that mikey did NOT kill izana; kisaki shot him (even if it was unintentional). at least where we left off in that timeline, izana was still more powerful than mikey at the time (because he WAS beating mikey's ass), making him, in a way, the strongest character in the series.

also, izana is criminally underrated and i will NOT take criticism </33

lol I didn't know people think one is better than the others.

Sure from the fighting technique it is ran and that's canon. Rindou said so himself and Ran also seems to be the one leading the fights they take part in/stays in control.

Doesn't mean Rindou is any less good in what he does. He seems to be more of a wild card, bringing the opponents on the ground so ran can work is 💫magic💫

Now to sanzu

First of all I will put a trigger warning for drug abuse here.

before you continue reading I wanna say that this is a very serious topic and I try to explain my point with examples and mention drug abuse and addiction a few times.

So, yes I'm with you on that. Everytime someone makes Sanzu's whole personality his proclaimed drug addiction I take it with a huge grain of salt.

Don't get me wrong here, the implication was clearly there and if you work in this kind of field or have a connection to the criminal scene it's not unusual for one to either take, sell or try various drugs in their life. It's just part of the deal be it peer pressure or the living situation you are in. So it wouldn't be too far fetched if Sanzu takes drugs -just as it isn't too far fetched that Mikey would, Takeomi, Ran or Mochi. Especially this high up you have cocaine as a normal drug on the daily. I know a lot of people who worked on high positions, smart men and woman who took cocaine because it was just common.

Of you wanna write Sanzu as an addiction, think about what you're trying to get across with that decision, why exactly him and if you can work with it right.

Letting him take drugs is not the problem here but a lot people don't understand what it means to have an addiction. Because it's not fun. You don't get crazy and funny and a little murderous, on the right things you are unpredictible and dangerous, aggressive and you don't even understand why. You are a danger to yourself and others. You can't function without it. Everytime you're not on drugs you are on your way to get them, to look for new things or how to get the fastest trip possible.

If you wanna write about this, write about the real thing. Sanzu isn't a comedic relief and has a bag of drugs in his coat to throw in the air and dance around, that's not it. Being sober is horrible, being on drugs is horrible. You're a wreck if you are seriously addicted.

Of course you can function like a normal human being and have a substance problem, you don't always end up on the streets and you don't always start with a beer and end up with heroin. You don't get out of control and commit heinous acts for money or something. An addiction can be silent, slowly consuming you.

People writing about him casually overdosing and I always ask myself why. Because it's not a trope to make him and reader have a cute moment or an excuse to bring up another plotline, overdosing is a horrible, disgusting feeling. Seeing someone overdoes is traumatic. You can't do anything but hoping it will be alright, you have no control and it fucking scares you to death believe me.

I wrote Sanzu as someone who takes drugs just as I write the other bonten members doing the same. But it's not his only personality trait and for sure it's not to make him funny and a silly lil goose. I wrote about od and it was still not a funny topic, for me it was a way to work through a personal experience and things that I need to get out.

The thing is, you don't have to try to keep the topic under the cover all together. I won't start the whole "don't do drugs kids" because honestly, if you want to try something out and can jduge the situation right you do you. I can hardly tell you no. Taking a pill, drinking alcohol, smoking weed, nearly everyone did it before and that's okay. But you have to know what you are doing and why. Never use drugs as an outlet for something, which is one of the main problems. People often abuse drugs to forget or repress certain things and that's the dangerous part.

Anyway, yes. While this is fiction and you can nearly write everything because that's what fiction is for, think about what you are trying to get across, what your goal is and if any of your writing can possibly romanticize or mislead something/someone.

-dear anon I hope it's okay if I answer your Izana opinion in a seperate post because I honestly love this man so much I wanna talk about him forever and ever and ever. Also the theme here is kinda set and starting a mew one after my serious ramble feels a little weird(?) I will screenshot the Izana bit and aswer that too. I also already talked a out emma but might write it again with your ask-

#cw: drug abuse #cw: drugs #tokyorev #tokyo revengers #sanzu haruchiyo #rindou haitani #ran haitani #haitani brothers

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queenshelby · 3 years

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MY BROTHERS FRIEND (PART THREE)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: Smut, Angst, Mention of Attempted Rape, Blood, Violence

Words: 5230

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Pantry Time

It has been two weeks since you agreed to marry Joseph Kruger, just as Tommy had requested, and today was the day of your engagement party.

You had only met Joseph once and you were fairly certain that he was not interested in marrying you just as you weren’t interested in marrying him. In fact, you didn’t believe that he was interested in women at all. He was attractive and had good manners. There was no reason for him not to be married already at his age.

His four brothers on the other hand were savages. You had encounters with them before and you could understand why Tommy wouldn’t trust them.

You still were unsure what Tommy’s plan was but, for some reason, you trusted him and played a long.

As such, you attended the engagement party willingly and with a smile across your face. The smile wasn’t because of the marriage proposal, but because you knew that you would see Tommy again. It has been a week since you last seen him and had a chance to be intimate with him.

There was no denying it, you were falling for him and it was painfully sweet. There was no future for you and him, but yet you tried to deny this fact and dreamed about being with him, one day.

Your father didn’t know about your involvement with Tommy. He certainly wouldn’t approve.

Arthur walked in on you once, but kept the secret. Lizzie and Polly had their suspicions, but no more than that.

‘You look beautiful Y/N’ Tommy said quietly as he approached you from behind with a smile across his face.

‘Good Evening Tommy’ you said, equally happy to see him.

Tommy was joined by his sister Ada and took the time to engage into some conversation with you as you were getting to know Joseph Kruger.

You played the game well, getting to know all of Joseph’s family and pretending to show a genuine interest in him.

Even Tommy was impressed by your skills of deception.

After your initial encounter with Tommy that evening, you didn’t see much of him and were rather disappointed until, finally, he asked you to dance after the jazz band began to play.

‘I missed you’ he whispered as he was leading you to the dancefloor.

‘I missed you too Tommy’ you whispered in return, following his lead.

You were terrible at dancing and Tommy was well aware of that. You tried hard to maintain a conversation with Tommy without falling over your own two feet.

‘Come with me’ Tommy said with a chuckle about your efforts to not injure yourself.

‘Tommy, we cannot be seen together. You know that’ you said with a slight worry.

‘They are all drunk and dancing, no one will notice us gone’ Tommy smirked as he took your hand and you followed him through the crowd.

He walked with you up the corridor towards a room at the end of the hallway.

Tommy opened the door of the mysterious room and swiftly pushed you inside before closing the door behind him.

Within seconds, Tommy’s hand reaches behind your head and he pulled you to him for a passionate kiss.

‘Tommy, this is the pantry’ you said as you took a quick breath.

‘And? Food has been served. No one will come looking in here’ Tommy smirked before leaning in for another desperate kiss.

‘Did I already tell you that I missed you’ he whispered as his hands made their way over your breasts.

‘You did’ you said, biting your lip and running your hand in between his leg over his already hard cock, poking beneath his pants.

‘Good’ he said just before you exchanged one more passionate and urgent kiss before you turned around and Tommy bent you over the small table inside the pantry.

You both wished that you had more time but you were certain that people would be looking for the bride to be any time soon.

Tommy stood behind you, lifted up your dress and pulled down your panties. He undid his belt, button and fly and pushed his pants and underwear down halfway to his knees, freeing his engorged arousal.

Crouching a little, he placed the head of his cock against the hottest spot underneath your naked bum. He lifted upwards and he could feel your treasure open up and slowly absorb the top two inches of his hard cock.

‘Hmm Tommy’ you moaned quietly as he grabbed your soft hips.

Tommy pushed himself up inside you. Inch after inch invaded your intense heat and with one final and hard push he was inside of you all the way. An inferno engulfed him, squeezing around his entire length.

‘Oh god Tommy’ you moaned, closing your eyes and arching your head back.

‘You feel so fucking good’ Tommy groaned as he kissed the back of your neck.

Holding your hips, he began sliding in and out of you from behind, his groin gently slapping against your ass.

His thrusts soon became harder and faster and you loved the feeling of his hard member poking against the depths of your core again and again.

As he was increasing his speed, Tommy ran his hands over your soft belly, holding the flesh for a moment as he slid into her heat over and over.

He then slid his hands further up your body and cupped your breasts over your dress while kissing the skin on the back of your neck. He wanted to kiss your mouth -- badly.

He pulled his cock out of you and you quickly spun around before stepping out of your panties.

Tommy lifted up your dress before lifting up one of your legs and leaning your back against the table.

Tommy kissed you passionately as you ran your hand over his cheek. Then he entered you again and you both watched intently as he placed the head of his cock against your entrance.

‘Fuck’ Tommy moaned as he watched you open up for him and allow his hard cock to squeeze inside of you, inch by inch.

Your heat slowly embraced him, welcoming him. He thrust forward, jamming his entire manhood inside of you.

Holding himself against you, Tommy looked down at your beautiful face as he began thrusting in and out of you.

Tommy slipped his arms around your back and you stopped leaning back on your elbows and put your arms around his neck. Breathing heavily, your eyes mere slits as you were in ecstasy, your lips found his and you kissed him deeply.

Your tongue shot into his mouth hungrily as he continued to thrust into you deeply.

Tommy then sent his own tongue deep into your mouth, thrusting in and out of you even faster. Your tightness pulled at him, coaxing him.

Tommy continued to thrust up into you as hard as he could a few more times, kissing you equally as hard.

‘Tommy, don’t stop’ you moaned loudly, feeling your orgasm approaching.

Your walls clenched around him and Tommy could feel his engorged shaft pulsing.

Just as you let out another loud moan as your orgasm washed over you and your body began to shake, Tommy released. His sticky rope of hot cum shot out the end of his manhood and into your hungry treasure.

You could feel the warmth inside of you as you exchanged a passionate kiss while you both were coming down from your high.

‘I fucking missed this’ Tommy said as he pulled out of you carefully.

‘As did I’ you smiled as you pulled your panties up beneath your dress.

‘But we better get back to the party’ you said as you fixed up your hair.

‘I am sure your father is ready and waiting to make a speech’ Tommy said before giving you another kiss, causing you to smile. There was some sudden awkwardness between you.

You both straightened yourself up and you opened the pantry door carefully.

Just as Tommy opened the door, Finn approached.

‘Finn’ Tommy said surprised just as Finn barged inside. He must have stood there for a while and listened to your sweet moans.

‘It’s not what it looks like Finn’ Tommy said just as you were speechless, starring at them both.

‘Oh yeah? Isn’t it?’ Finn said angrily. ‘Out of all women in this town Tommy… you are my fucking brother’ Finn added.

‘Finn, listen to me…’ Tommy said as Finn walked off.

Tommy followed Finn while you had to return to the party so that you wouldn’t raise any suspicions.

After you joined your father and Joseph for a thank you speech, you hadn’t had another chance to speak to Tommy or Finn and were worried about if and how Tommy managed to resolve the issue.

Trouble Ahead

Without the air having been cleared between Tommy and Finn and Tommy largely ignoring Finn’s feelings, Tommy called a meeting between the brothers and Uncle Charlie, without the presence of Polly.

With his plan, he went behind Polly’s back and he needed man power to take over the Kruger’s family business. As one would expect, he trusted his brothers to keep his plan a secret from others.

The meeting took place at Uncle Charlie’s junk yard and went on for about an hour. Arthur was in favour of Tommy’s plan while Finn and Uncle Charlie considered the plan to be too dangerous. Nonetheless, they agreed to follow Tommy’s orders.

After his meeting with Tommy, Arthur and Uncle Charlie, Finn downed his anger with Whiskey and cocaine at the Garrison where, later that evening, he met a young woman named Esmeralda.

With ignorance and naiveness, he confided in Esmeralda. He told her what happened between you and his brother Thomas and how upset he was about it. He considered you to be the love of his life which Tommy has now taken away from him.

Finn also told Esmeralda about Tommy’s plan. Finn was of the view that Tommy was using you for his own advantage, ignoring the fact that Finn had strong feelings for you.

Little did Finn know that Esmeralda knew the Kruger Family and that, soon, word would come to Manual Kruger, Joseph’s father.

And, as it happened, after Esmeralda comforted Finn for the night, she arranged a meeting with Manuel Kruger and his brother.

During this meeting, Esmeralda explained that Tommy was liaising with Joseph in order to take over the Kruger’s Family Business, making Joseph an acquaintance of the Peaky Blinders.

What you and Finn didn’t know was that Joseph Kruger despised his father and uncle and had been gathering men for two years now to work against them. But Esmeralda was very well aware of the situation and so was Tommy.

For many years, Joseph had been discriminated against by his own father and uncle because of his sexual orientation. He was excluded from family dealings and his brothers worked against him. However, neither of them realised that Joseph did, in fact, have strong ties to certain night club owners in London which was perfect for the distribution of narcotics.

Of course, Tommy saw the potential in this. It was a win win situation for him to help Joseph to take out his father, uncle and brothers and work with him to distribute cocaine throughout London’s nightclubs. In addition, the need for marriage between your family and the Kruger family would be diminished.

It was clear to Esmeralda that this information would create a war between the Shelby family and the Kruger family and this was exactly what she wanted to achieve.

She had a vested interest in seeing the Shelbys lose their fortune. After all, it was Arthur Shelby who killed her brother in a boxing match several years ago. What she wanted was revenge. But of course, Finn didn’t know that, nor did he know that he had put your life in danger when he told Esmeralda about your romantic involvement with his brother and his brother’s plan.

Later that evening, unbeknownst to you, you were to realise how dire this situation had become. The Kruger family was determined to send a message to both, your father and Tommy.

That evening, just as you said goodbye to Tommy and walked out of the office building, you noticed both lights on the street were broken.

This was unusual but you didn’t think anything about it until you also noticed a blood-stained hat on the pavement outside.

‘Karl?’ you spoke loudly. Karl was the man who normally drove you home and, usually, he would already been waiting for you at the front door.

You walked around the corner, following the stains on the pavement.

‘Karl?’ you asked again until, all of a sudden, you stumbled over something. As you looked down, you noticed Karl’s dead body, blood running from his head and chest.

‘Oh my god’ you said, shivers running over your back as you stepped backwards until, all of a sudden, you were grabbed by a man from behind.

‘Shh Love’ the man laughed as he covered your mouth while you tried to escape his strong hold on you.

‘Miss Gold, what a lovely surprise’ another man said as, all of a sudden, a total of three more men approached you from each corner of the street.

‘We know about your man’s plan Love’ the attacker then went onto say as he stood right in front of you, running his dirty hands over your blouse.

You tried hard to escape and reach for your gun in your bag, but the men held onto you tightly.

‘I think it’s time for us to send him and your father a little message’ one of the men said just as he ripped open your blouse.

By that time tears were running down your face and you tried to kick your legs up in protest.

‘You know Love, we will all take our turn and it will be over quick if you hold still, yeah?’ he went on to say just as you leaped out and kicked him into his crotch with your heels.

‘You fucking bitch’ he yelled as he reached for your skirt. In this moment you took your chance and bit harshly into the hand of the man who was restraining you while continuing to kick your legs forward.

‘Tommy’ you yelled loudly as your mouth was freed for a brief second, knowing that he was still in the office.

But, the men wouldn’t back off and began to further tare on your clothes while holding you back down, letting you scream for help.

‘No one is coming Love’ one of the men said as he began kissing your neck.

Just as you felt the man’s tongue run over your ear and heard him unbuckling his belt, you heard a shot.

‘Get the fuck off her’ Tommy yelled harshly, firing again.

The next thing you saw was blood streaming down the pavement. One of the men had been shot into his knee. It was dark and difficult for Tommy to aim.

With a limited view, Tommy approached the attackers while they briefly halted their assault on you.

‘Mr Shelby, nice of you to join us. You can watch while we fuck your little girlfriend’ one of the men said as, suddenly, Tommy could feel a knife against his neck from one of the other men.

With one of the men on the ground and the other keeping Tommy at bay, the other two proceeded with their plan as they tore apart your skirt, leaving your underwear exposed to them.

‘Now Love, we will continue where we left of and your boyfriend gets to watch us’ the man said as he pulled down his pants.

You continued to scream in protest as the man was trying to push down your panties.

Just as he grabbed hold of the hem, you heard a loud scream coming from the man standing behind Tommy.

As you looked over, you observed Tommy slamming a large and sharp piece of metal from the floor besides him into the man’s throat.

You took this opportunity to reach for your gun in your purse and, within a split second, you shot the man who, at this point, still had hold of your panties.

This allowed you to free yourself but, as you stepped backwards, you fell down to the floor. You had never shot someone before and were in shock, trembling at the sight of the dead man in front of you.

By the time you collected your thoughts, Tommy had already shot the other man who attacked you. It was almost like an execution, without mercy. Tommy’s face expressionless.

Tommy decided not to kill the fourth man but, instead, shot him into his other knee so that he couldn’t run away. He was to be questioned and then used to send a message to the Kruger Family.

‘Are you alright?’ Tommy asked as he raced over to you and placed his jacket around your half naked body.

You nodded while you were shivering and crying and your heart was pounding.

‘You are safe now’ Tommy said as he took you into his arms.

His white shirt was stained with blood and he had a large cut on his neck that would soon need some attention. But for now, he just wanted to comfort you.

With the man screaming in pain across the pavement, it wasn’t long for police to arrive.

Tommy didn’t leave your side as police assessed the scene.

‘What would you like us to do with this one Mr Shelby?’ the policeman asked after he instructed his other men to clean up the scene.

‘Take him to 5 Birmingham Avenue and chain him up. I will deal with him later’ Tommy said, causing the policeman to nod while Tommy helped you up from the pavement.

‘Common, let’s get you cleaned up ey?’ Tommy said as he walked you to his car, covering as much of your naked flesh as he could with his jacket.

Tommy helped you inside of his Bentley, which is when you noticed his wound. It was draining a lot of blood down his neck.

‘Tommy, you are hurt’ you said, looking at him concerned.

‘It’s just a scratch Y/N’ Tommy smirked as placed some pressure onto his open wound before driving off.

You didn’t know where he was taking you until he pulled up in front of a large house.

Love and Desire

‘Where are we?’ you asked.

‘My house. You will be safe here’ Tommy said as he parked the car.

Two maids were waiting for you as you walked inside the house. They must have seen the car pull up.

‘Mr Shelby, are you alright?’ Francis asked concerned.

‘Yes Francis. Could you please look after Ms Gold for me while I make a phone call?’ Tommy asked while he continued to press onto his wound firmly with his hands.

‘Yes Mr Shelby, of course. Shall I arrange a bath?’ Francis asked as you were clearly covered in mud and dirt.

‘Yes please. And some clean clothes and whatever else she needs’ Tommy said.

‘I do not think that we have clothes other than…’ Francis said and, before she could finish her sentence, Tommy interrupted her.

‘My wife’s clothes should fit her’ Tommy said.

‘Of course, Mr Shelby’ Francis responded before she helped you upstairs.

Francis ran a bath for you before she helped you undress and get rid of your dirty clothes.

She was kind and welcoming, almost like a mother.

As you then finally sank into the bath you could feel your bruised skin burn. Your legs hurt terribly and small cuts were covering your arms and knees.

Francis gave you some privacy at this point. But she had also given you three nightgowns to choose from before she left and prepared the guestroom for you.

You soaked in the bath for at least 20 minutes and scrubbed your skin. You felt disgusted and embarrassed.

When you stepped out of the bath, you dried yourself off with the soft white towel that Francis had given you before putting on one of the nightgowns. It was white, made out of soft and shiny satin. It covered some of your bruises but not all.

As you walked outside the bathroom, you could hear grunts coming from the kitchen.

You followed the noises to see Tommy being held down onto the kitchen table by Arthur and Finn while a nurse was using tweezers to remove fragments of gravel from the wound on his neck.

Tommy glanced over to you briefly before indicating to one of the maids that he wanted you to leave.

‘Can’t it just be stitched up?’ you asked, causing the maid to shake her head before asking you to follow her.

‘The wound has to be cleaned out, its quite deep’ the maid said as she showed you to your room.

You sat down on the bed in your room but couldn’t help it but worry about Tommy. All that you could hear from your otherwise quiet room were the occasional grunts. He was clearly in pain.

Then, after about ten minutes, there was dead silence and you became even more concerned and worried.

Finally, after 20 minutes, you heard a knock on the door.

‘Come in’ you said.

You were relieved to see Tommy when he opened the door.

You were quick to get off the bed and walk over to him, pressing your lips onto his in a haste.

He had been stitched up and his wound was covered by a large gauze.

Tommy didn’t say anything after the kiss but simply looked at you wearing Grace’s nightgown.

It was almost like he was assessing you and all of the small bruises and cuts that covered your body.

His hands then caressed your face before he kissed you again.

Silence. There was nothing but silence and kisses.

After about ten minutes of this, Tommy caressed your face again and looked into your eyes.

‘I am sorry this happened to you’ Tommy said.

‘It’s not your fault Tommy’ you responded.

‘You will stay here for a while until I sort this out, alright? You will be safe here and no one will ever hurt you again like this, I promise.’ Tommy said.

‘Alright Tommy’ you said as your hands ran over his bare chest. You wanted to tell him what you were feeling for him in that moment but couldn’t bring it over your lips.

At this point you pulled him onto the bed with you, kissing him gently, before reaching in between his legs.

‘Not tonight Y/N’ Tommy said as he could feel his hand run over his crotch.

‘Tommy, please, I need you’ you said, knowing how good it always makes you feel.

Tommy chuckled at your comment and nodded before leaning over you another kiss.

‘Alright’ he said, before he slowly removed your nightgown. It wasn’t long before his hands were touching you everywhere, lingering on your breasts, tracing the sharp curves of your hips.

Tommy’s lips followed his hands, planting gentle kisses against every inch of your bruised skin. His head moved back up to your chest and his full lips closed over the tips of first one breast and then the other. He began sucking your nipples gently, causing you to moan loudly.

‘Tell me if I'm hurting you’ he murmured as his hand reached down between your legs where most of your bruises had surfaced.

You nodded, breathless. You reached for his belt but your hands were shaking so much that you couldn't even maneuver the clasp. You were still wound up by what had happened that night.

Tommy eased your hands away and took over. In no more than ten seconds, he was as completely naked as were you.

He embraced you, holding you tightly against his chest. You ran your fingers up and down the length of his back, scraping your short nails against his smooth skin.

Tommy shifted his position and began suckling at your breasts once more. A moan of pleasure escaped your lips. You could feel his hard member pressing against your thigh. And you could feel moisture seeping out from between your legs.

Tommy reached between your thighs, parted them gently, and slowly swirled two fingers around your wet vaginal lips.

Tommy removed his fingers. His body slithered down the length of yours. He took hold of your hips, placed his mouth between your legs and nibbled at your sensitive flesh. Then the tip of his tongue began flicking against your clit, tracing circles around the hardened nub.

‘Oh god, Tommy’ you cried as you grabbed hold of his muscular shoulders as the shivers and shudders of an approaching orgasm wracked at your weak body.

The arching of your back was sending bolts of pain shooting down your spine. But you didn't care. Pain and pleasure were colliding and you chose the pleasure.

‘Don’t stop Tommy’ you urged him, tangling your fingers in his hair.

Tommy pressed his mouth to your wet entrance once again and used his tongue to toy with your clit some more.

‘Oh god yes’ you moaned as your orgasm was consuming you, fast and hard.

Tommy crawled up the length of your body and held you tightly as you lost all control. You were shaking and moaning. You grabbed onto him for dear life until the final shudder released you from the joint grasp of ecstasy and agony.

He kissed her hungrily, devouring your lips with his own. You could taste your own juices as you returned his kiss with every ounce of passion you possessed.

Though satiated and struggling with the pain, you parted your legs again and reached down to guide Tommy’s hard cock into your soaking wet pussy. Tommy groaned immediately. He propped himself up on his hands and began pushing into you gently.

‘It's okay’ you whispered as Tommy looked at you as if he was seeking approval.

‘Push harder’ you moaned, giving your body to him.

Tommy accepted your invitation and began thrusting into you more forcefully. He lowered his head to kiss you as he was pumping into you with increased speed and force.

The tip of his cock was grazing against your sweet spot as he thrusted into you and you felt another climax approaching.

At the same time, you also felt Tommy’s body begin to tremble with his own approaching release.

‘Oh god Tommy’ you moaned as your orgasm washed over you.

At the same time, guttural groans escaped his throat and, with one final convulsive thrust, he erupted inside of you, flooding you with a rush of hot cum.

After you both came down from your high, Tommy rolled away from you and collapsed next to you.

He took you into his arms and held you against his body as, all of a sudden, Arthur barged through the door.

‘Fucking hell Arthur’ Tommy said just as you covered your bare breasts with the sheets.

‘Abraham Gold is here’ Arthur said, trying hard to look away from you.

‘I thought Finn was full of shit when he told me that you two were still fucking’ Arthur said as you quickly reached for your nightgown and Tommy put on his pants.

‘This stays between us’ Tommy instructed as he walked out of your room and downstairs.

‘Mr Gold’ Tommy said, greeting your father.

‘Where is my daughter’ Abrahama asked.

‘Upstairs, having a rest’ Tommy responded, causing Finn to sigh and Arthur to laugh.

You made your way downstairs after five minutes to greet your father before Tommy took him into his office to discuss the matter.

All you could hear from outside Tommy’s offices were arguments and yelling.

Your father didn’t know about your involvement with Tommy but soon learned about his plan. In your father’s opinion, Tommy was going behind his back and put your life at risk for financial gain and had now created a war with the Kruger family, especially after killing three of Manuel Kruger’s five sons.

‘These were men you wanted to be in business with, ey? Men who tried to force themselves on your daughter’ Tommy said angrily as your father stormed out of his office.

‘Carful Mr Shelby’ your father yelled before telling Tommy that it would have never come that far if he wouldn’t had interfered with the arrangement.

Your father took a hold of your hand told you to get into the car as he left Tommy’s office, the yelling continuing.

‘Mr Gold, it’s not safe’ Tommy tried to argue while your father forced you to leave with him.

‘My daughter’s safety is not your concern Mr Shelby’ Abrahama said and you had no choice but to follow him back to the commune.

You spent the next few days there, not being allowed to work or go on with your usual activities. You knew that your father regularly talked to Tommy. He had no choice but to work with him now after all this. But, you had no idea where things were heading from here on and you knew that Tommy’s actions made your father despise him.

Finally, five days later, your father arranged another meeting with Tommy and Arthur at the factory to which you were invited. It was Tommy who insisted that you were part of this meeting and gain an understanding of the plan. Tommy argued that this was for your own safety.

You appreciated Tommy’s efforts to have you included but, that particular morning, you could have very well stayed in bed.

You have been unwell for two days now and didn’t want to see Tommy looking the way you did.

You forced yourself to put on a nice dress and some make up before joining your father and brother in the car.

Just as you arrived at the factory building, you barged out of the car and towards the lavatory.

‘Excuse me’ you said as you stormed into the men’s lavatory on the ground floor. There was no female lavatory in close proximity.

‘You realise that this is the fucking men’s lavatory, right?’ Arthur said while taking a leek as, all of a sudden, he heard a loud choking noise.

‘Are you alright, Love?’ he asked as you were in the cubicle, with the door open, your head hanging over the toilet seat.

‘Yes, I am fine, thank you Arthur’ you said as you straightened yourself up and walked to the basin to wash your hands.

There was an awkward silence between you and Arthur.

‘Ate something bad, ey?’ Arthur said as he handed you his handkerchief.

‘Yes, probably. It’s been like this for two days’ you said. ‘I will return it, washed of course’ you added after you wiped your mouth with the handkerchief.

‘Don’t worry Love. Keep it’ Arthur said as you both left the bathroom and headed to the meeting.

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Off To the Races

Pairing: Nikki Sixx!Douglas Booth

Request: Off To The Races by Lana Del Rey

Summary: You are my one true love. She is there for him at all of his worst moments. Coaxing him through his high, making him smile and laugh. She’s at parties dancing with her red smile calling for him. She’s swimming in the pool when he’s drunk and stoned. She’s there through it all. No ones loved Nikki like her. All consuming. His only thought. She is his entire world. And his works is crumbling.

Warning: Heavy themes of drug use, drug induced hallucinations, alcohol abuse, suicidal thoughts.

Word Count: 2270

Taglist: @littlemisscare-all @ayablackwood @agroupiewhore@thenobodies-inc @dannasixxworld @val-sixx@nikkisqueenofsleaze @rocknrollsoul76 @aggressive-slytherin

My old man is a bad man, but

I can't deny the way he holds my hand

And he grabs me, he has me by my heart

He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past

He doesn't mind I have a L.A. crass way about me

He loves me, with every beat of his cocaine heart

My eyes are heavy, fingers twisting the belt around my arm to loosen the pressure. The needle drops to the floor, the carpet holding any sound in. Blinking, looking around the cramped closet I see my journal, my revolver, and more smack for after this dosage.

What a life.

My head rolls back smacking the wood paneling with a dull thud that vibrates through me. My hands shaking, waves of fingers in front of me. There’s a bit of blood coming from the injection pin prick in my arm and I’m find myself stumbling to my feet, sweeping the gun off the floor and tucking it in the waistband of my jeans as I head to the bathroom.

It’s washing over me, the feeling I’m always chasing. The fleeting moment of happiness is like a warm blanket wrapping itself around me.

The giggle stops me in my tracks, eyes searching the hallway searching for her. I thought she had left after our last fight. She called me a quitter and was mad I was giving up my partying ways. She loved to have a good time and she thought I was giving up on her.

Guess she was wrong.

The flash of brown hair catches my attention and I’m stumbling, laughing as I chase her through the house. Her laughter was infectious and made me forget about the blood dripping down my forearm.

In the kitchen she turns, giving me that megawatt smile that felt like my heart was feeling something other than the melancholy that usually filled it. She stops and lets me catch her, letting me wrap my arms around her holding her close to me. Smelling the exotic sweetness of her hair as she engulfs me with her golden skin, bangles tinkling down her arms like a musical number.

Safe and warm, happiness and euphoria of her presence with me here. The place that was my Mecca of solitude. Pulling back, confused for a second I try to think about how she got here.

“How did you get in?” As if she senses the confusion in my voice she kisses me, giving me no doubt she is here with me. Warm and solitude against my skin, fire in my veins.

“You let me in.” She purred, letting her mouth kiss along my jawline. Soft hot breath tickling me as she pressed against me, bumping the gun as she rolled her body against mine. “It looks like you’re locked and loaded, ready to go.” Her hands in my hair as she’s touching parts of me I forgot existed.

God I missed this.

Swimmin' pool glimmerin', darling

White bikini off with my red nail polish

Watch me in the swimmin' pool, bright blue ripples

You sittin', sippin' on your Black Cristal, oh yeah

Light of my life, fire of my loins

Be a good baby, do what I want

Light of my life, fire of my loin

I wake up with a gasp.

What time is it? What day is it? Where am I?

Looking around, frantic panic as I realize I’m asleep in the lawn chair by the pool. An empty bottle of Jack Daniels is smashed beside me, glass decorating the concrete in sharp glares of warning.

The sound of a splash throws me off and there she is. Her brown hair wet as she rests her elbows outside the pool, placing her head in her hands with that gleaming smile.

“Well hello sleepyhead. Did you have good dreams?” I don’t know if she’s asking out of kindness or mocking me. I’m drenched in sweat, possibly from falling asleep in the LA afternoon but most likely from the night terrors that always haunt me.

I dreamt I was running. From who or from what was the issue. Everything in my brain was foggy. My eyes snapped up at the setting sun. Has it been a full day already? Was it longer?

The phone rang from inside the house and I knew it must be someone from the band calling or my drug dealer. One of those felt more important than the other and I wasn’t ready to admit which one that was.

I got up, swearing as a piece of glass cut open my door, glaring as she giggle and dipped under the water. A trail of blood followed me into the house as I picked up the phone.

“Hello.” My voice felt gruff and it hurt to talk, like I hadn’t used it in a while. My head was killing me and I felt ready to throw up.

What the fuck had I been doing?

“Jesus Nikki, we’ve been trying to reach you for a week.” A week? I had lost hours, maybe a day here and there but a whole week. Jesus Christ. “Are you okay man? Why don’t you come out tonight with us?” Tommy was begging me and I sighed.

I was embarrassed. I didn’t want everyone to see me when I had been on a bender. I hadn’t seen what I looked like yet but I was sure that it was like hell.

“I don’t know, T-Bone. I think I have the flu or something. I just don’t feel great.” It wasn’t exactly a lie.

Something fluttered beside me and there she was. A white dress on her thin frame. How had she dried off and changed so quickly? Was I loosing more time? Eyes shining as she held out a silver platter of white powder. She loved to party and must have known that my band would want to see me out. At least if I was doing coke with them they didn’t have to worry about finding me dead.

“Where are you going to be?” I relented, watching her twirl. The energy coming off her was exhilarating and I wanted to join her in the ever present state of delight.

My nose was down against the lines, snorting messily, my brain burning, eyes widening as I sniffed a few times to get the whole lot out of my nose. Wiping and then turning to her.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and ready to go out on the town.” She was leading me to the bathroom. My blood rushing everywhere as I was alive and awake and fucking ready to party.

I need you to come here and save me

I'm your little scarlet, starlet, singin' in the garden

Kiss me on my open mouth

Ready for you

Why had I agreed to go to a club?

In the booth we had a mess of drugs, pills and coke scattered on the table like appetizers. Bottles of booze and half empty beer bottles added to the maze of debauchery.

How long have I been here?

I couldn’t remember driving or even getting to the club. All I could remember was hands all over me in the shower, washing the filth off myself. The gentle voice reminded me to wear long sleeves to hide my track marks.

My eyes searched for her. In the sea of women I was sure she would stand out. But all the flashing lights and the noise was confusing me.

The room was spinning, the conversation around me overwhelming me and I could feel Tommy’s hand on my back. My head rolled back, the club's lightning needed to be updated.

A hand was smacking my face and I saw Tommy, wide eyed, looking at me before I turned to the table, throwing up the only thing I had in my body. Brown liquid shot out, mixed with the acid in the stomach. It didn’t stop for what felt like a full minute.

When I finished, puke leaking down in steady droplets to the floor I grabbed a beer tang I had missed and chugged the foamy substance down. I tried not to make eye contact with the people giving us disgusting sneers.

“Oh baby, why don’t you let me take you home? Let me take care of you.” Her hands wrapped around me and I turned, nodding. Confused looks from everyone as I climbed out, reaching for her to take me back into the safety of her arms.

Light of his life, fire of his loins

Keep me forever, tell me you own me

Light of your life, fire of your loins

Her fingers were in my hair as I laid on her lap. The fire from my lighter hitting my pipe as I inhaled and exhaled the sweet delight.

Freebasing in my closet. But at least I wasn’t alone. I had her with me and that changed my usual mood of wanting to slit my wrists or press the gun against my head and pulling the trigger. Painting the inside of my closet with bits of skull fragments and blood-

“Come back to me.” Her voice was lulling me out of the dark place, pressing against my temples and using the magic of her voice to help me. She was the only one that was always there for me. Always making me feel better and dragging me from the pain of my life. Holding me in her arms, compassion and understanding.

She never judged me.

“Have we been here long?” She knew I liked to keep my responsibilities. I wanted to keep my appearance as the rockstar. I couldn’t let anyone know how bad that it had gotten. How I couldn’t stop. How doing drugs was the best part of my life. My one true love.

Except her. She was the one thing I loved more than drugs.

“You have band practice in a few hours.” She reminded me. Her voice was steady and calm, fingers running through my hair and keeping me calm as I took another hit.

I just needed a little more time before I could see anyone. Just a little more time in the closet with her holding me before going out into the world.

“Nikki, don’t let them tell you to give me up. I love you Nikki. Aren’t I the only one who has always been there for you? No one else cares for you like I do. They see you as a rockstar or as a junkie. But I see you. I see you.” Her words promised and I nodded my head, agreeing with her words. She was still so calm, even with the edge to her voice. The words stuck with me.

She saw me and I saw her too.

I'm sorry that I'm misbehaving

I'm your little harlot, starlet, Queen of Coney Island

Raisin' hell all over town

Sorry 'bout it

I didn’t want to go to band practice. I didn’t want them to see my shaking hands or ask my stupid fucking questions that didn’t matter.

At least she had agreed to go with me. Her brown hair wrapped in one of those silky driving scarfs like the 1960s, big sunglasses to hide the hangover in her eyes that she was surely feeling after we had partied. Her hand was on his lap, keeping him steady as he drove to the practice space.

Walking inside, I hide my eyes behind big sunglasses, I could feel the sweat glistening like a second skin on my body. Anxiety crippling me as I licked my lips wanting to get back to my house.

My eyes followed her, watching her move around the instruments shooting me a smile as she ran her hands down my bass. I couldn’t help but smile back at her.

“Yo, Nikki, are you okay?” Tommy’s voice made me turn away from her nodding as I sat down hard on the couch. I had never brought a girl to practice before so I was sure they were surprised to see her. To see me so happy with someone.

“Come here.” I held my arms open, watching her smile as she bounced towards me twisting around the guys as they watched me. The brunette plopped down on my lap and I held her close looking out at them.

“What are you playing at?” Vince asked, the confusion was written across his face and I felt angry. Vince had been parading chicks through band practice for years. And now he was acting like this? Fucking asshole.

“Cmon, show her some respect, dicks.” She was shifting in my arms holding onto me and purring sweet words in my ears, my eyes closing and only coming awake when Vince kicked my shin.

��Show who respect?” My eyes went up to look at her but she was glaring at them. Her eyes were on fire as if she was protecting me from the band.

“Nikki, we should go. Let’s go home and I’ll take care of you. You don’t need this. I don’t need this. This was a bad idea, Nikki. A very bad idea.” She was getting up tugging at me to leave.

“My girl.” I was standing gesturing at her beside me, watching the way her dark eyes were slits now. Anger so clear as she tried to wrap herself around me and get me away from them.

They sat there, no one saying a word as they looked at each other and than a me. I turned to look at her, panic was there as she stepped forward touching my face, my eyes closing at the sweet caresses from her fingers. My skin feeling alive like bristling fire under her touch

“It’s me and you Nikki. Don’t forget how I love you. I love you always. No judgement. No-“

“Nikki, no ones there.” Tommy’s voice came out soft and I turned to look from her to him, feeling the slender hand slip out of mine. I went to tell her to wait but she was gone.

Whirling around I saw it was just the band in the space, no mystery brunette anywhere in sight. I collapsed on the couch gripping my hair as my teeth gnashed together.

This was the furthest it had come. The lowest point of my drug addiction. In my loneliness I had created a woman out of heroin. Someone to make me feel less alone when I shot up.

I created love through a needle and that was when I knew I needed to stop if I ever wanted to love anything again.

I'm not afraid to say that I'd die without him

Who else is gonna put up with me this way?

I need you, I breathe you, I'll never leave you!

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The Sommelier (Hannigram x Female!Reader) pt. 26

Hannibal, Will and y/n host a dinner to put an end to everything

@dovahdokren @deadman-inc-bikeshop @lov3vivian @wisesandwichshark @scpdragon

Trigger warnings: PTSD, violence

"Hannibal, baby," You called down from the wine cellar. "Which one pairs best with the paella?"

"A Spanish white!" Will interjected.

You rolled your eyes, then looked at his shelf full of Spanish whites. "Thanks, Hannibal."

"You're the sommelier, [F/N]." Will shouted back. "Go with your gut!"

"Verdejo it is." You said to yourself, grabbing the high-shouldered bottle from the shelf.

You returned from the cellar and headed to the dining room, where Will was dutifully setting the table.

"Well aren't you the perfect little homemaker?" You commented, making sure he caught you eyeing his backside.

Will playfully snatched the wine from your hands. "We can't all be the breadwinners, can we, Ms. Restaurant Owner?"

You laughed, looking around at your triple-income house and accepting a kiss from your Will. You put your hands on his shoulders and broke the kiss.

"You know Hannibal isn't going to let you attend one of his famous dinner parties in a flannel, right?" You warned him, lips hovering a few inches from his face.

"Two guests is not a dinner party." Will corrected you. "I figured you'd know this after six months but, baby, Hannibal is always overdressed for everything."

"Better overdressed than the other way around, my treasure." Hannibal said, standing in the threshold. "Why don't you go slip in to that suit I bought you?"

Will threw his hands up. "Do you two just live to gang up on me? You know I can buy my own clothes, right?"

You scoffed. "Babe, you spent your last paycheck almost entirely at Bass Pro Shops-"

"And then we spent the day workshopping new seafood dishes for the restaurant with the fish I caught." Will shrugged. "You don’t get to benefit from it then complain."

You put up your hands in surrender. "Fair enough."

"So I don't make an ordeal out of this in front of guests," Hannibal said, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out two small drawstring bags and gave one to each of you. "Happy six months, my darlings."

"Six month anniversary presents?" Will laughed. "What are we, high school students?"

"Do you not want it?" Hannibal raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't say that." He mumbled.

You opened the bag and slid the contents into your hand. A beautiful solid white ring with ornate carvings tumbled out.

"It's beautiful." You smiled, sliding it on to your finger. "What is it?"

"A ring, my indulgence." Hannibal chuckled.

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Sure, but what is it made of?"

He hesitated for a moment. "Ivory."

"Should I be concerned that you somehow know both of our ring sizes?" Will asked, admiring how his fit perfectly on his finger.

“I think you mean ‘thank you, Hannibal’.” You corrected him. “Even if it is a little uncanny.”

The doorbell rang. Hannibal threw a dish towel over his shoulder and pointed to Will.

"Go change." He ordered. "I will not have my guests seeing you in such an unsightly state."

"It's Jack and [F/N]'s friend." Will protested.

"Sure, I'll get the door." You said. "Gee, thanks [F/N], that would be so helpful!"

You opened the door with a smile.

"Agent Crawford!" You greeted, shaking his hand.

"Oh, please." He laughed. "Call me Jack."

"And this must be Bella." You said, offering his wife your hand. "Jack has told me all about you."

"So you're the infamous [F/N] [L/N]?" Bella accepted with a smile. "It's so nice to meet you."

Jack removed his hat and coat, then handed you a bag. "For you."

"You shouldn't have." You said, knowing immediately that it was wine. Then you pulled it out of the bag. Your eyes went wide and your jaw hung open.

"Holy shit you really shouldn't have." You repeated.

Jack shrugged and smiled smugly. "I pulled some strings in evidence. Figured you might want it."

You threw your arms around his neck, keeping a tight grip on the 1907 Heidsieck Monopole.

"Hey, do I get a hug?" Said another voice.

Charissa waved to you from the porch.

"Holy shit, hey!" You opened your arms. Charissa jumped into your embrace and squeezed you. She'd always hugged you tighter after seeing you half-alive in a hospital bed with your seldom-seen lovers at your bedside.

"Jack, this is my friend Charissa Rodriquez." You introduced. "She was the one who sent you the address."

"So you're 'tip', huh?" Jack's face lit up. "The FBI owes you a debt of gratitude, Ms. Rodriquez."

"Tip?" You said, looking at both Jack and Charissa.

"The address we received came from an obvious burner email." Jack explained. "We thought it was from Chase, so we arrived with a ton of backup anticipating an attack. Turns out we needed it."

Charissa shrugged. "I thought you could never be too careful."

"Well, intentional or not," Jack said. "You helped us a lot."

"You're Charissa Rodriquez?" Will said from the staircase. He wore a grey suit with a dark blue dress shirt that fit him scarily well considering he hadn't even tried it on.

"Enchanté, monsieur." Charissa said, eyeing him up with a hungry smile. "You must be Will."

"Down, girl." You crossed your arms. Your tone was playful, but had a slight threatening bite. "He's all mine."

"Not all yours." Hannibal corrected, entering the scene to finally greet his guests. "Agent Crawford, Bella, Ms. Rodriquez, welcome."

"Wow." Charissa said, dumbfounded. "I feel like I'm meeting a celebrity."

"Oh, surely the rumors unraveled after the old place went out of business." Hannibal answered. "There are far more interesting things to talk about than myself."

"Very few, but they do exist." Jack commented.

Charissa folded her arms. "Like the bartender who stood up to a psychotic cult leader and found two wonderful boyfriends to take care of her?"

"I've heard that one!" You added. "I hear she bought the restaurant for next to nothing after it became a stigmatized property."

Carissa narrowed her eyes at you. "I still cannot believe you told him."

You shrugged. "I think it all worked out."

Hannibal gathered everyone around the table and tasked you with pouring the wine.

"Surely you know why I've invited you here tonight." He asked, taking a seat at the head. "The high courts have ruled Chase's death a suicide."

"Cheers to that." Will said, raising his glass.

"Nobody actually believes it was a suicide." Jack clarified, trying not to look at you too obviously. "But the jury didn't want to dignify him with a proper homicide ruling."

Charissa glared at you, not trying to not be obvious. "Only one person at the table knows for sure."

You shook your head. "I hit my head really hard, the details are just not there."

"But [F/N]'s DNA was on the gun." Bella added.

"But not her fingerprints." Jack said. "It was saliva. We think he tried to choke her with his fingers before reaching for the gun."

"Did you ever find that finger?" Charissa said like it was nothing.

Jack, who was more interested in the paella than the conversation, shook his head. "Never."

Your eyes widened. You left the finger with the gun, you were sure of it.

"Must we discuss the gory details over dinner?" Will said, sensing your discomfort.

Charissa rested her chin in her hands. "Would you rather talk about your three-person couple?"

"I distinctly remember spitting the finger out." You insisted.

"We found so many pieces of bone in that room," Jack continued. "It's genuinely of far less concern than the dynamite lining the walls and bunker full of cocaine, stolen medical supplies and baby coffins."

"And the stained glass window made of human skin." You added.

"You know a case is fucked when a lost finger is of the least concern." Charissa commented.

"The important thing is that it's over." Will said. "He's dead and [F/N] is alive."

Bella smiled at you. "God really is looking out for you, [F/N]."

You forced a smile, telling yourself that Bella had the best intentions. But her good intentions revived Chase's voice in your head, which was a voice you'd spent the last six months trying to forget. You tightened your grip on your utensils to relieve some tension, but it didn’t work.

The table went quiet, waiting for Bella to realize her mistake. Will put his hand over yours and looked into your eyes. He mouthed the word 'breathe' and some similar affirmations.

Hannibal raised his head, knowing the light casting shadows on his face intimidated people. "Ms. Bella, we generally don't talk religion here."

She covered her mouth with her fingertips. "I'm so sorry, [F/N], I just meant-"

You put your hand up. "Please, just don't."

"The important thing is that [F/N] recovered forty missing women and reunited them with their families." Will said. "And there was no divine presence involved in that."

You smiled softly. "I'll drink to that."

"And you'll also be happy to know that the woman who assisted him in luring all those girls into the cult," Jack added. "She's looking at twenty-five to life without parole."

"What about the babies?" Bella piped up. "Weren't there, like, at least twelve newborns?"

"That's where the department of family and child services took over." Jack answered. "Whether the biological mothers kept them or put them up for adoption is out of our hands, but I do know each child was thoroughly examined and are all up to date on their shots."

"Seriously, though." Charissa interjected. "How do you misplace an entire finger?"

"It's one of the easier appendages to misplace." Hannibal answered, speaking with experience. "I heard it wasn't just the one that you couldn't find."

Jack looked up from his plate, confused. "Now how did you know about that?"

"The man took a 12 gauge bullet directly to the hand, Jack." Hannibal said with a small chuckle. "It's more likely you find no fingers than any at all."

"The bones will turn up somewhere." Jack said, resignedly.

He just happened to say the word “bones” as you were glancing at your ring.

You smiled a little too wide. “They just might.”

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