#❪ holden reeves. ❫ : prose. ❞

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name: holden reeves. // age: early 30's. // gender: cis male. // pronouns: he/him. // occupation: drug dealer. // romantic: panromantic. // sexual: pansexual. // position: switch. // faceclaim: freddy carter.

holden reeves is the product of a one-night stand between his drug-addicted mother and absentee mob-boss father. at the age of eighteen, driven by a desire to follow in his father's footsteps, holden sought out the mob. though met with initial hesitation, his charisma and tenacity earned him a place as a drug dealer within the organization. for the past year, holden has cultivated a sizable clientele among local college students. however, the boundaries between dealer and user blur as he increasingly indulges in the very substances he peddles.

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name: holden reeves. // age: late 20's. // gender: cis male. // pronouns: he/him. // occupation: drug dealer. // romantic: panromantic. // sexual: pansexual. // position: switch. // faceclaim: freddy carter.

holden reeves is the product of a one-night stand between his drug-addicted mother and absentee mob-boss father. at the age of eighteen, driven by a desire to follow in his father's footsteps, holden sought out the mob. though met with initial hesitation, his charisma and tenacity earned him a place as a drug dealer within the organization. for the past year, holden has cultivated a sizable clientele among local college students. however, the boundaries between dealer and user blur as he increasingly indulges in the very substances he peddles.

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closed starter ( based on ) for @atvrvxia​ !

      THROWING OPEN HIS BEDROOM DOOR, holden doesn’t bother with being quiet as he pads barefoot down the hallway and into the kitchen. coffee. he needs coffee. after being kept up most of the night by his roommate and their partner, he doesn’t just want the drink. he needs it. and he needs to look into getting noise absorbing panels for his walls, because if he has to hear the two of them going at it one more time, he’s going to… before he can finish that thought, the source of his ire enters the room. “ are they gone ? ” he questions brusquely, brushing past them to get to the coffee machine. grabbing his favorite mug out of the cabinet, he goes about brewing his drink as if he could care less about them and their response to his question.

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     “ YOUR HOUSEKEEPER IS SICK, so i’m filling in, ” holden replies, the lie easily rolling off his tongue. it’s not a very good one, and is likely to fall apart under closer scrutiny. after all, he doesn’t know her housekeeper’s name. nor does it really make sense him to be there so late at night. but it’s a better excuse than the truth. he can’t exactly say that he’s there to rob her blind. even in her inebriated state, she’s likely to freak out and call the cops. so, a lie it is. he doesn’t give her a chance to further examine his deception. instead, he steps forward, his hand replacing hers. he warps it around her throat, lightly squeezing so he’s able to cut off most of her air supply. “ you like not being able to breathe while you cum ? ” he asks, arching one of his eyebrows. “ well then. keep going. i’m not going to stop you. ” he wants to see her fall apart around her own fingers while he holds on, choking the beautiful blonde and limiting her air supply.

melody is fully expecting to be the only one there, though its her own fault for not checking her home's security feed. maybe then she'd have a heads up about her little intruder. instead she's there, drunk, spread out, and oh so close to a much needed orgasm when the man finally makes himself known. melody lets out a surprised squeak, her hand moving from her throat to clamp over her mouth as she scrambles off of the sofa. "who the fuck are you?" she questions, assuming he's one of her stalkers that's managed to successfully break in. the shock of someone unfamiliar in her home is just sobering enough for her to be concerned, though it's clear she's not as concerned as she should be. the alcohol still clearly dulling her senses and judgement, that much is obvious from the way she's still laying on the sofa, staring up at the man. though, at the very least her fingers have stilled between her legs, still, she's frustrated and not happy at being interrupted.

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     HOLDEN HAD FUCKED UP. HE’D royally fucked. instead of selling the drugs he’d been tasked with distributing, he’d taken them. all of them. which meant he was desperately short on cash. with no other way to make up the money, he resorted to thievery. for hours he’d staked out the house, ensuring it was empty and the owners were away. once inside, he goes from room to room, pocketing items of value that he doesn’t think would be much missed. he’s just about to leave when the front door is thrown open and an inebriated woman stumbles into the living room. “ fuck, ” he mutters under his breath, watching from a darkened corner as she collapses onto the sofa. before he can sneak out, she’s slid a hand between her thighs and another around her neck, toying with herself. enthralled, he silently creeps forward, his eyes never leaving her beautiful body. “ need a hand ? ” he announces his presence with the question, his voice confident and unafraid.

open starter: melody caine (m/f/nb) plot: melody spent the night out partying/performing, and she's come home drunk and worked up. (melody is a test muse find her info here) connection: s/o, ex, maid/butler/other employee/(step)sibling, best friend, stalker, someone who broke in, anything thing that works this blog uses beta editor / do not like my starters

she's a mess when she finally stumbles in from partying and drinking all night, stumbling and giggling as she makes her way into the living room. she's not tired yet, far too worked up and buzzed to think about sleeping when all she wants is to take care of the aching need between her thighs. dropping herself down onto the sofa, melody sighs, her eyes darting around the room taking the silence to mean that she's all alone for the time being. it's all the encouragement she needs to spread her legs, one hand drifting between her thighs to reach beneath her too short dress to let slender fingers run through her slick folds before teasing at her entrance. the other hand moved to circle around her own throat, squeezing as she seeks out pleasure to sate the needy ache between her thighs.