#cartel!au

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

DP x DC Prompt

This, but it's because their flight home was canceled due to Gotham's airport being destroyed. And they didn't want to drive all the way back.

The reason it all started was because Tucker was really bored and was getting a bit frustrated when he couldn't get past one of WE's many firewalls. He had already skimmed through everything else and concluded that Gotham's Brucie Wayne was a literal angel sent from heaven to one the worst cities in the world because he committed a crime so horrific that not even God could look him in his pretty little face anymore and that firewall proved it!

So to cool his head off, he decided to hack into a bank. Banks were pretty easy, right? Almost anyone could do it with just enough knowledge and the proper equipment. What he DIDN'T expect was just how EASY it was to do so. Laughably so, to the point it made him cry.

Did Gotham's rouges or Gothamites in general not like money? Not even the small-time rouges? Because he KNEW those operations that they try to pull off cost money. Shit tons!

So when his laughter became so disturbing that his friends and even his frenemies got concerned, all he had to do was show them what he found out. Which sent them spiraling into laughter as well. Like, c'mon, even Amity Park's bank was more secure than that and they only had fucking GHOST CRIME!

As the tears began to dry, and the laughter turned to giggles, one of the girls suggested something.

Star: Why don't we, like, rob it or something?

The hotel room went silent and Star started to fidget. Then she started to ramble.

Star: I mean like, we don't have to. It was kind of a joke anyway, since their security's so bad ya know, and I'm pretty sure we're gonna be here for a while and-

Dani: Star, baby, sweetie, honey. Why are you justifying yourself when we were all probably thinking the same thing, right?

Nod and hums of agreement filled the girl with relief.

Wes: Besides it's not a class trip unless we cause some trouble right?

They all then pilled into the bed and around Tucker as his finger flew across the keyboard.

Tucker: So, where are we hitting up first?

[invye]

So @kacievvbbbb asking about modern AU headcanons had me revisiting my 'modernised' MiShanks AU I thought up a couple months ago.

I call it 'modernised' because it is more of a medium modern AU, where I keep much of the base OP lore and history, but shrink the 'active' world down to just a few islands. The overall tech level and societal developments are much closer to what we have now and I do away with most of the political plot. I haven't yet decided if Devil Fruits still exist, but if they do, they are much more rare and are kind of a thing of legend most people don't believe in. Only very select few people would know about them and the curse associated with them.

So lets get into it, I've got plenty of thoughts on Mihawk, Shanks and how their relationship plays together in a more modern world. (And because Rosinante is also one of my favourites, and I can't seem to not smush them all together, there is a CoraMiShanks bit at the end too.)

- Mihawk -

Basic weaponry is a bit more in line with modern expectations in this AU, but that will never ever stop Mihawk from being a swords guy. Mihawk is the authority on fencing, especially in historical context. He's basically got a PHD in swords, identifying them, maintaining them, using them. He's filthy rich, not just because he won every fencing tournament there is, but also because he straight up inherited that half maintained castle outside of town along with stupid amounts of money from an uncle everyone thought already died decades before Mihawk received his testament.

These days Mihawk only competes in the highest level tournament once a year to defend the title (his 'rivalry' with Shanks makes the news every time) and otherwise spends his time at home, reading, drinking, occasionally taking small sailing trips with his beloved Hitsugibune, and of course training his swordsmanship. Everyone thinks he's just living it up big in Kuraigana castle, but the people in town know that he just wants to raise his kids in peace.

Where did the kids come from? No one knows. They're definitely not his though. Anyway, turns out that Mihawk is really good with kids, so it takes barely a couple years for the whole town to load off their kids with him during holidays and days off school. (Look, Zeff runs a busy kitchen, and as much as Sanji tries to help, he's still too young for the holiday rush. Garp has to leave on Marine assignments at the most random times, and his bum of a son has vanished to who knows where years ago, and the grandkids are friends with Zoro and Sanji anyway and can do with burning out their energy running around the woods behind the castle. Bellemère has to leave on those assignments with Garp most of the time, so Nami joins the fray while Nojiko mostly plays with Perona. Mihawk usually leaves the teen girls be on their own, especially since Robin showed up a while ago to join them [she seems to stay on her own, and Mihawk keeps an eye on her in case she needs additional help, but Crocodile seems to have that sorted already]. Usopp's mom is still sick, and she's grateful to know her son is out there having fun with his friends while she tries the next medicine with horrible side effects.)

The kids love Mihawk. Mihawk loves the kids too and to much of his dismay, the kids know it. He is a figure of authority to them, but also a person of trust, who they can approach with problems and worries when their usual parental figure is unavailable or out of reach. Given that Mihawk is pretty much always around, he begrudgingly accepts his new job as free childcare provider for the town (Garp tried to pay once. They all realised very quickly they get much farther by paying in favours, food, or doing little odd jobs because that old castle always needs something done).

Mihawk promised to teach Ace and Sabo to sail this summer, and with Luffy insisting to bounce around them, he already plans on doing more swimming and child fishing than actual sailing.

- Shanks -

Shanks is still a pirate, but it's all on a much smaller scale. He's still got the 'Red Emperor' epithet, but his reputation is much more Robin Hood of the seas. The Red Force gets into small tussles with other pirates more often than the Marines, and really, as long as they have food and alcohol on board they are all perfectly fine just sailing and enjoying their freedom. No one ever knows where the Red Force is at any given time, but they are known to show up when natural disasters strike, not to plunder the remains, but to help the people rebuild long before the Marines get around to offer their help (once the Marines show up on the horizon the Red Force clears out, a couple shots are exchanged, none of them ever hit). Garp tried to yell them into joining the Marines more than once, really Shanks could even stay captain and keep his ship and crew, he just needs to fly the Marine flag, but they all simply laugh and wave as they go off again to who knows where.

However, there is one week every year, where everyone knows exactly where the Red Force will be. Shanks won't ever miss his chance to duel Mihawk in the grand fencing tournament a couple islands over from Mihawk's home. As opposed to Mihawk, who has his fixed position as defending champion, Shanks fights his way through the other contenders every year. He leans into the pirate reputation, taunting opponents, refusing protective gear, tiptoe-ing the line to breaking the rules. The people love to hate him, it's a spectacle every time. The grand finale inevitably is a duel between Mihawk and Shanks, even after Shanks lost his arm (he sat out for a year and people thought that was the end. They were very relieved when Shanks made his over the top entrance again the year after).

They have long abandoned the actual fencing rules and equipment during the finale. People clap and scream when Mihawk steps on stage carrying Yoru, the black blade just as legendary as his own reputation. Shanks never fails to grin and deliver a witty one liner (the people's boo is part of the performance) and then they lunge. Watching that fight is exhilarating. No protective gear, real blades, and two absolute masters going at each other with a force that would leave less competent fighters with the gravest of wounds. It's every bit as real as it is a performance. Everyone knows Mihawk will win before they even start, and the people can recognise a small collection of moves that they build in every time, the more flashy and wide swipes that could easily be punished but never are. It's not simply about Mihawk winning and Shanks losing, it's about witnessing a piece of history being brought back to life right in front of their eyes.

The fencing tournament has always been held within the context of the summer solstice, and with Mihawk and Shanks putting on their show its become a part of a bigger festival that focusses on celebrating history and old rites, the origins of which aren't always known anymore. Every year after the finale they throw a huge feast, traditional food all over, as historically accurate to a long past pirate era as it can get (Mihawk makes sure of it, that history PHD has to be good for something), dressing up accordingly is very much encouraged. Shanks and Mihawk keep carrying their blades and play up their daring villain and chivalrous hero act and no one thinks twice about drinking with the Red Hair Pirates (they have amazing stories to tell). Usually Mihawk ends up in the middle of a group of kids and answers all kinds of history questions, all professor like, but in his full on historical get up. Shanks catches a glimpse of him and sighs dreamily and all the people he's jokingly been flirting with and threatening to kidnap as part of his role know that they're talking to a very much taken man. They enjoy his company anyway and talk to him about what it is like to raise a kid out at sea as they watch Perona and Uta tease Zoro in the distance.

What people don't know, is that the Red Force winters. Pretty much everyone aside from a volunteer skeleton crew leaves the ship for home during the winter months.

No one in town mentions to outsiders that the Red Emperor stays with the Strongest Swordsman up in Kuraigana castle. Why would they? They're great with the kids. And Uta singing with Brook during the Baratie winter solstice celebration sells out the house every time (the townsfolk get a cheeky 50% off that day, it's a community event after all [except for Mihawk. His filthy rich ass can pay double and wouldn't notice {he does pay double. He does notice. He does not care}]).

- Rosinante & Law -

Because I can't help myself and I love thinking about Rosinante together with MiShanks, this story's active events that would make up a proper fic make it a CoraMiShanks story, which starts with Cora-san and Law arriving in town. (Rosinante is genuinely a situational mute in this one, and Law's illness is a bit less horrifying, and potentially cured/managed with medicine.) They're on assignment from Doflamingo who heard that there's a spot that has gone unfilled in the island's underworld and wants to take full advantage of the opportunity to weasel into Crocodile's operations.

Little does Doffy know that: a) Corazón accepted the assignment so he could get away from him; b) Corazón insisted on taking Law because he's still working on getting Law's illness cured; [c) {depending on if Devil Fruits exist} Corazón may have secretly taken the Ope Ope no Mi on his way out;] d) Dracule Mihawk personally checks out every newcomer in town and seems to know much more than he reasonably should; e) Dracule Mihawk loves kids and bonds with Rosinante in a single meeting that included him pulling Law out of a lake; f) gods damned Dracule Mihawk directly protects Crocodile's operations in a infuriating 'someone will do it so I pick the smallest evil' mindset and Crocodile is so damn smug about it; g) fucking Dracule Mihawk decides to keep Rosinante and Law under his protection; h) and WHERE DID THE FUCKING RED EMPEROR COME FROM???

Doffy is seething at his plans foiled. Crocodile laughs at him, tells him to go pound sand and uses the opportunity to poach a couple of Doffy's operatives. Doffy has no choice but to retreat and plot his vengeance for later.

[theribbajack]

What if instead of cartels it was two really aggressive rival futbol teams?

[melfinawins]

I feel like the anti Claire Bear tag is gonna be chock full of new content in the next 80 hours.

And I think this character will unite the fandom like it did the last time lol

In hatred and exasperation.

Like, very few people like this character lmao I haven't seen that kind of shit since The Walking Dead days with Andrea.

[tintinology]

Modern AU where Tintin's editor begs him to please stay out of trouble for a little while after his latest adventure lands him in the hospital (again) and people take to Twitter to accuse the newspaper of endangering its employees for the sake of profit

[welldonekhushi]

"As long as there is war on terror, there will be no real war on drugs." — Cartel Papi

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Okay so I finally created more on Cartel Pa— I mean *head bonks myself* the El Sin Nombre!Alejandro. And at the part when he was being interrogated by the 141 along with Colonel Valeria Garza from the Mexican Special Forces, to know where the hidden missiles are.

I have two variants of this drawing for y'all; one with the tactical armor and second without it. Enjoy, mis vaqueros 🤌🏻

[canadian-pug-cartel]

Merc electro our beloved

[fixfoxnox]

Can you write NSFW for the cartel AleRudy AU?

Either like pre-reveal where Alejandro gets Rudy to sneak around with him behind his husband's back.

Or maybe postreveal where Alejandro needs information and he's trying to have a proper conversation with Rudy but Rudy wont stop trying to distract him?

Please and thank you, Luke <3

-👑

Teehee, this works out cause their first sex scene is actually next chronologically 🤭 Also I swear I'll eventually come up with an actual name for this AU akdjdjjd

How To Have An Affair (Cartel Rudy Part 2)

Description: Alejandro does not have a crush on a married man. He just doesn't. Rudy seems determined to test that claim.

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Affair, NSFW, Smut, anal sex, riding, hand jobs

Alejandro didn't consider himself the type to ever crush on a married man. It just wasn't a possibility. Sure, he would maybe have a crush or some thoughts before he would know. Sure, he might admire someone with a ring on their finger. But never had he actively crushed on someone in a committed relationship.

Apparently, that all changed with one Rodolfo Parra.

He hadn't been able to get the other man out of his head. Not since the moment that he'd received that secretive smile from the man before he'd climbed into his husband's car. Rodolfo Parra had been a constant presence in his head.

At first, it was nothing more than little thoughts of the man's looks. Things like how nice his ass was or how soft his lips looked. He couldn't get the memory of Rudy touching his arm softly or giving him that secretive smile to leave his mind.

But it was all things that he could try to justify. He was admiring. It wasn't a crush. He was admiring. That's it.

It became harder to justify after he'd run into Rudy again.

He was in town collecting information when they met again.

He'd heard rumors floating around that the cartel had offered some of the owners of a few shops a hefty sum of money to smuggle weapons through for them. He hated to believe that anyone in town would agree to such a thing, but times were tough and money was money. No matter who it came from.

So he and Rodriguez had driven into town together. They weren't going to arrest anyone. They weren't even going to ask them to stop if they'd agreed. The people of Las Almas didn't need Alejandro to arrest them, he needed them to get rid of the Cartel. So, his goal wasn't to arrest, just to gain information so he could potentially intercept some of the shipments. It wasn't much, but it was something.

They'd split up upon making it into town. Rodriguez was set to talk to a few people at the more permanent shops while Alejandro would talk to people at the market stalls. He had a sneaking suspicion that those were the people the cartel would try to use. Since they had no permanent location, their movement would be less noticeable to Alejandro and his men. Perfect for the cartel.

Alejandro had been talking with people for a few hours, meticulously gathering information and making detailed notes on every interaction. Of course, no one would tell him directly if they had taken a job from the cartel, but the people of Las Almas were good people, Alejandro could tell if something was going on with them.

All of it went into his notes. Anything that he notice, anything off, anything that seemed to be going extremely well, all of it was noted. He didn't tell the people what he was there for. He knew they knew. They knew he knew. It was as simple as that.

He'd been talking to people for well over an hour when he spotted Rudy. He'd just finished up his notes on the last person he'd talked to and was preparing himself to move further into the market, his eyes tracing across the thin crowds of people.

His eyes caught onto the nice material of a pressed button up and his eyes followed the line of exposed skin at Rudy's chest up to his face. Rudy was speaking with one of the men at a fruit stall, likely haggling prices. He had a soft smile on his face and Alejandro felt himself freezing over at the sight of it. Rudy looked just as good as he remembered and, for a brief moment, he found himself forgetting that the man was married.

It was easy to forget when he was looking. It was easy to allow himself to get caught in the lines of Rudy's jaw and the expanse of skin that had his mouth watering with the idea of tasting. He thought, in the back of his mind, that he should probably move. He shouldn't stand there and watch and let himself fall deeper into whatever traitorous thoughts had been plaguing his mind. Rudy was married. They couldn't be together.

Still, he couldn't make himself move. He couldn't make himself stop looking. Inevitably, as he had the first time they'd met, Rudy caught him.

Rudy's eyes trailed over to him and there was a brief moment of surprise that crossed his face before it faded into something soft. Something soft and amused. Alejandro hardly had any time to react before Rudy was handing a bit of money to the man behind the stall and starting toward him.

"You know," Rudy stopped in front of him, a small smile tugging at his lips, "this is the second time I've caught you staring, Vaquero."

Alejandro could feel heat shooting up his spine as embarrassment and something a touch too close to arousal flowed through him. He certainly had to be imagining the way that Rudy had dropped his voice when he'd said the word "vaquero." Certainly, his mind was just hearing what it wanted, and it certainly wanted to pretend that the look that Rudy was giving him was much less innocent than it actually was.

"Apologies," Alejandro took a step away from Rudy, causing the other to tilt his head at him curiously, "It's not my intention, I swear."

"It's alright," Rudy assured, stepping toward him to fill the space he'd just created, "I don't mind the staring, really." One of his hands reached out to just skate across the skin of Alejandro's arm. A tingle was left in the wake of the touch, pressing the feeling of Rudy deep into his bones. "Taking a trip to pick up some food? I didn't think Mexican Special Forces would get their foods locally."

"We do, actually," Alejandro tried to force himself to relax, "We try to support the locals as much as possible, helps to keep the cartel from preying on as many people if we can give them a steady income."

Rudy tilted his head at the words, "The cartel seems to have its roots here, its a bit surprising to me." He turned moved beside Alejandro and wrapped their arms together, "Apologies, I have shopping to do. Walk with me?" He started moving, leaving Alejandro practically dizzy with the feeling of him pressed so close. He couldn't have stopped himself from following Rudy if he wanted to.

"The cartel has been growing here," he nodded his head as they stopped at one of the little stalls. Rudy started to look over the vegetables being offered, but it was clear that he was listening carefully. "They're a stain on the city. They claim to help, but really all they've done is preyed on desperation that they created." His voice dropped into something dark and he could feel the familiar hatred curling in his chest.

"That's terrible," Rudy's voice was soft and it did wonders to calm the rage that seemed to want to boil over inside of him, "Is that what all of the destruction was from? Last week?"

Alejandro nodded his head solemnly, "A cartel run. They kill any outspoken opposition in the town and destroy what they can. They make people desperate so they can tempt them into paying for protection or doing odd jobs for them." He dutifully held the bag that Rudy placed into his hands, allowing the other man to load it with whatever things he needed.

"So you're here today for work I presume?" Rudy handed a bit of cash to the woman at the stall and Alejandro's keen eyes noticed the extra bit of money that he'd obviously snuck in. He didn't say a word about it and Rudy made no acknowledgment of it, he just moved on to the next stall. Alejandro followed behind.

"I am," Alejandro admitted hesitantly. He wasn't really supposed to talk about it, but Rudy's question had clearly been innocent. And, besides, the man was new in town and the house husband to a rich man, there was very little chance that he was connected to the cartel in any way. "Just little things. Information gathering." He paused for a moment before adding, "Nothing too important."

"So long as I'm not keeping you from work," Rudy shot him a smile over his shoulder and Alejandro was sure he was going to melt under the warmth of it.

"No," Alejandro assured. He cleared his throat before nervously adding, "This seems much more important."

The words brought a blush to the highs of Rudy's cheeks and the shorter man was quick to look away from him. The sight of it was enough to have pride welling up in Alejandro's chest and, for a moment, he was on cloud nine. It was squashed when he caught sight of Rudy's wedding band glinting in the sunlight as he reached for something.

The glint brought him crashing back down to reality. A terrible reality where Rudy was married to a man who snapped at him and made him flinch because he wasn't moving fast enough for his tastes. A man who, in Alejandro's opinion, was nothing compared to the man standing in front of him.

Still, Rudy was married. That was the biggest thing. Rudy was married to someone and that someone was not Alejandro. Still, he'd been so sure that the man had been flirting with him when they first met. At the very least, he knew that Rudy had understood that he was being flirted with and that rather than saying anything, he'd let Alejandro continue.

"Might I ask," Alejandro hesitated for a moment as Rudy's bright eyes turned to him, "You, uh, your husband?" Rudy seemed to deflate slightly at the mention of the man that he was married to and a tick of annoyance crossed his face. It made Alejandro wonder. "I was just, well, when we first met...you knew I was flirting, didn't you?"

Rudy took a long moment, his eyes resolutely focused on the stall in front of him. Finally, he responded, "I did."

"Why did you let me?" Alejandro stepped closer to him, needing to see Rudy's face when he answered. He had to know. The question had been plaguing him.

Again, Rudy took a moment to respond. Finally, though, he turned his head to look up at Alejandro from beneath his lashes, "I was enjoying it." He admitted quietly. "My, um, my husband. He is good, he takes care of me...but, he's not very," he seemed to hesitate for a moment before responding, "loving. He's a hard man, you know? I guess I just...well, I guess I liked feeling like someone wanted me." It seemed like Rudy wanted to say more, but he didn't. He just looked away from Alejandro with pink dusting his cheeks. "I'm sorry."

The words shouldn't have made Alejandro fall for Rudy any harder. And yet, they did.

Alejandro had a crush on a married man. He hated it. He was crushing on a man who he couldn't have, no matter how much he wanted.

He'd run into Rudy several more times and, each time, Rudy made an effort to talk to him. Each time, Rudy had been sweet and funny and he'd held Alejandro's attention until the very moment that one of them had to leave one another. Frequently, Alejandro found himself wishing that they didn't have to leave one another.

He found himself seeking out the man, something he knew he shouldn't have done. Something he knew would only make him fall harder. He just couldn't help himself. Rudy was like a drug to him and with every hit, he knew he'd need more.

It wouldn't have been so bad, having a crush on Rudy really wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't for the fact that Rudy's husband was a complete asshole.

Over his time spent with the other man, he'd learned. Rudy had told him his husband was a hard man. What he really meant is that the man didn't seem to care about him. Rudy had told him that his husband wasn't loving. What he really meant is that the man often let his eyes wander to others and, if Alejandro had to guess by the expression that had crossed Rudy's face, he would say he'd let his hands wander before as well.

Alejandro hated it. He couldn't have Rudy because of this man. He'd never even have a chance with the man who'd so quickly found a permanent place in his mind, and it was because of this man. And the man? Well, apparently he didn't appreciate what he had. He treated Rudy poorly. Alejandro knew that the man didn't deserve the husband he'd somehow managed to get.

But, Rudy was married. That was it. Whether Alejandro liked it or not, Rudy was a taken man. He had no chance with him.

At least, that's what he'd thought.

"Alejandro, do you think I'm good-looking?"

Alejandro stopped in his tracks, surprise washing over him. He turned rather quickly to meet the questioning gaze of Rudy. The man had stopped as well and was looking up at him with wide eyes. His nerves were clear to see on his face.

"I do," Alejandro responded after a long moment, his voice hesitant, "Why do you ask?"

"It's nothing," Rudy started to move past him, but Alejandro wasn't willing to let him leave so easily. He seemed like something was bothering him.

He grabbed Rudy's arm as the man moved past him, stopping him in place and slowly turning them to face one another. There was a long moment of silence as Rudy avoided his gaze. "Why would you ask me that question?" Alejandro reached forward to hesitant turn Rudy's face toward him. The move seemed almost too intimate, but the feeling of gently tracing his fingers along Rudy's jaw to turn his head was enough to keep him from regretting it.

"I shouldn't say," Rudy answered quietly, "Just forget I asked. It's for the best."

"No," Alejandro challenged, "You asked me for a reason. I want to know why." There was a long moment of silence between the two of them. Rudy tried to look away again, but Alejandro forced him to hold his gaze. After a moment, he roughly asked, "Was it your husband? Did he say something?"

"No," Rudy answered quickly, but Alejandro didn't believe him. Rudy had asked the question for a reason, and he knew that the man would often try his best to defend his husband's actions, no matter how much they hurt him.

"If he said something," Alejandro let out several low curses, he really disliked Rudy's husband and this felt almost like a tipping point. He just couldn't not say something. "I am tired of him saying things to you and making you think less of yourself."

"Alejo, it wasn't him."

"He does not appreciate you! Doesn't he see what he has?" Rudy stared up at him with wide eyes as he continued. He knew he should stop, but now that he'd started he just had to keep going. He gave another few curses, "This is the man who was lucky enough to marry you, this man and he treats you so poorly? I would not be so foolish. If you were my husband, you would never have to ask these questions because you would know. You would know because I would tell you with every part of me. With my words, with my hands, with my mouth, with my-"

Rudy moved quickly, his hand tangling tightly in the fabric of Alejandro's shirt. With one quick movement, he'd brought the man down the short distance to meet his lips.

The kiss was harsh and passionate, a desperate press of lips that had Alejandro reeling for several moments. He didn't hesitate to reciprocate, pressing himself closer to the warmth of Rudy's body. He pushed them back, trying to get closer and closer, trying to savor the taste of Rudy on his tongue.

Eventually, he backed the other man against one of the walls of the quiet street that they were on, pressing him harshly against the cool brick. His hands moved along Rudy's sides before eventually landing on his hips, tugging their bottom halves closer together.

One of his legs slotted itself between Rudy's, pressing his thigh temptingly against his crotch to pull a desperate gasp from Rudy's mouth.

Alejandro couldn't stop himself, not when he was so close. Not when he had some semblance of what he'd been craving. He pressed closer, licking into Rudy's mouth and savoring the sweet taste of him on his tongue. He couldn't get enough and, even as he could hear people walking past them in the street, he couldn't make himself pull away.

Rudy didn't seem to mind so much, accepting everything that he gave him with an enthusiastic response of his own. His hand had buried themselves in his hair and grabbed tight to pull him ever closer. The slight sting pulled a groan from Alejandro's lips, it was so good. Rudy was just as wonderful as he'd imagined.

After a long moment of the two trying to get themselves impossibly closer to one another, Rudy pulled away. His breathing was heavy and his lips were a delightful kissed-red color. If it hadn't been for Rudy's hand holding tight to his hair, he would have tried to capture his lips again.

There was a long moment where they just looked at one another. Rudy's eyes seemed to search across Alejandro's face, looking for something, Alejandro wasn't sure what. It didn't matter, the other man seemed to find what he was looking for.

"Alejo," he tugged Alejandro closer until their lips were just hovering over the others, "A hotel, take me to a hotel."

"Fuck," Alejandro let his head fall back against the pillow. His breathing was heavy and he felt nearly hazy with the feeling of a warm heat slowly surrounding his cock. His hands gripped tighter at the plush hips that were slowly sinking down to press tight against his own. "God," he practically choked the words out as he was finally fully enveloped in the heat of the other man's ass, "Rodolfo, you feel so-"

Rudy rolled his hips, his head tilting back at the sweet sensation that washed over him. Alejandro gave a groan, his breath still ragged. He tried to get his head on straight. "Alejandro," his name slipped from Rudy's lips like honey. Slow and sweet and all too addicting for him.

He grabbed and used his grip on Rudy's hips to lift the other man up just enough that he fuck into him from below. The move pulled a desperate gasp from Rudy's lips and Alejandro was determined to hear the noise again.

He was quick to flip them, pressing Rudy's body into the mattress with his own as he started to fuck into him at a quick pace. The movements were fast and harsh and Alejandro relished in the sounds of skin slapping skin mixing with Rudy panting his name. It was overwhelming and did nothing to help the way that his mind was going hazy.

Rudy's nails dragged along the line of his back, clawing on to him for some sort of purchase. All Alejandro could think about was how wonderful the stinging wounds would do at reminding him of this later.

There was no chance that he would forget this. There was no chance that his mind would ever let go of the way that his body had felt when he'd pressed Rudy against the door of the hotel room they'd rented. He wouldn't be able to erase the taste of Rudy's skin along his tongue. Stripping Rudy of his clothes was like slowly unwrapping a present, probably the best present he would ever get to unwrap in his life.

There was the way that Rudy's hand had felt wrapped around his cock. The noises that he made as Alejandro had helped to stretch him open around his fingers. The way that Rudy had pressed Alejandro back onto the bed to slowly spear himself on his cock. It would remain clear in Alejandro's mind and, whether this was the first of many or the only time that Alejandro would be allowed to touch him, he was sure it would all remain perfectly intact to him. He knew he'd be able to recall it all perfectly in years, as though he would have only experiences it days before.

He attached his lips to Rudy's neck, licking and kissing along the expanse of skin laid before him. He couldn't help but give a quick nip at the flesh, leaving his mark was just too tempting. He was brought back to earth with a quick tug on his hair as Rudy moaned out, "No marks!" He ran his tongue over the skin to apologize and buried the disappointment he felt deep in his gut, letting the pleasure panging through him wash it away.

"Alejandro," Rudy clawed at his back again and wrapped his legs around his waist, trying to tug him closer, "So- oh fuck, so, so good!" He gave a desperate whine that had Alejandro's cock twitching inside of him. Having Rudy so desperate for him was something he was relishing in. "Let- hmmm, please! Let me-"

Alejandro never gave up his unrelenting pace, losing himself between Rudy's thighs. He didn't think he ever wanted to be found.

The quick pace had Rudy stuttering over himself, unable to get his thoughts out around the pleasure that was being pulled from him with quick hard thrusts. His face was a delightful pink in color and Alejandro took pleasure in seeing a haze that matched his own in Rudy's eyes. He would say he was doing a fairly good job.

Good job or not, it clearly wasn't enough for Rudy who, with a surprising show of strength, flipped them back over so that he was straddling Alejandro's waist. There was a small struggle as Alejandro tried to flip them back over and Rudy fought back against him. It ended with Rudy pinning Alejandro's hands beside his head, leaning his body down into the hold to help keep Alejandro still.

"Rudy-"

"Come on, Vaquero," Rudy purred through his desperate pants for air, "You offered to let me have a ride didn't you?"

"I offered to show you how," Alejandro responded, struggling just a bit again, "I can show you if you'll let me have my hands, Conejito."

"Oh no, no," Rudy rolled his hips down against him, pulling several moaned-out curses from Alejandro's lips, "I know how to ride, let me show you, Vaquero." Alejandro was sure he'd died and gone to heaven.

Ever so slowly, Rudy released his hands. As soon as he was sure that Alejandro wasn't going to move, he sat back up fully, his hands tracing carefully along Alejandro's chest as he did. He allowed his fingers to just trace over Alejandro's nipples, pulling a small whine from the man as he did.

Once Rudy was up fully, he leaned back to brace himself on Alejandro's thighs. He moved with deliberate slowness, raising himself off of Alejandro's cock until only the tip was left inside of him. He paused for one long teasing moment before dropping back down quickly until Alejandro was once again fully sheathed inside of him.

The movement sent pleasure sparking up Alejandro's spine. His hands shot to Rudy's thighs, holding on tightly for any sort of purchase as Rudy started a slow and deliberate pace, building the heat within them bit by bit.

It was slow, but it was hard and with every move, Alejandro seemed to hit deeper and deeper inside of him with every slam of Rudy's hips. It was the perfect slow build and, as the pleasure seemed to pile in on itself, Alejandro found himself a shaking mess. He could only manage to get a few curses, moans, and calls of Rudy's name out around the way that the other man was riding him. The slow build of pleasure and the constant slide of heat was too much for him.

Rudy seemed just as desperate. His cock was leaking, precum smearing his skin and occasionally dripping down onto Alejandro's skin. His eyes were practically rolled into the back of his head and Alejandro could feel the way that he was clenching around him. The little moans and desperate pleas of his name had Alejandro gripping tighter to his thighs as the pleasure became almost too much.

When it finally seemed that Alejandro couldn't take any more of the pleasure being wrung from his body, it all snapped. With a strong wave over his entire body, Alejandro was shaking, riding a continuous high that was maintained for several moments by Rudy's continuously desperate movements.

Everything felt so good, even as it started to become too much for him. It didn't matter, it was good and he felt like he was going to burst at the seams from the feelings that were pulled from his body.

Still, through his haze, he could see Rudy struggling to keep going, the pleasure pounding at him was too much and Alejandro could see the shake in his legs. He moved then, taking Rudy's cock in his hand and beginning quick tight strokes over the member. The reaction was instant and, despite his hips ceasing their movements, Rudy was finishing over Alejandro's hands in only a few moments.

It didn't quite hit Alejandro until he and Rudy were getting dressed to leave the hotel room. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Rudy pulled his wedding band from the pocket of his pants and slipped it onto his finger. It was in the gleam of it in the light that he realized what he'd done.

Alejandro had slept with a married man and, as Rudy pulled him into a slow kiss, he knew that he would be doing it again.

[shadow0-1]

Treaties

[divinekangaroo]

One thing I adore about PB is Tommy's approach towards modernity. Straddling the non-industrial past and the industrial/modern present; constantly positioning himself on the cutting edge, if not quite bleeding edge, of period/era technology. Cars, manufacturing, shipping, phones, typewriters. Medicine, psychology, and even bringing in incredibly modern concepts into politics in that era. He is constantly grabbing at the future. It's this striking characteristic in him, all the way from S1 when they install the phone in the Garrison - ~if only we knew someone else with a phone, we could call them~ - through to S6's final episode when he even wangles a seat on an airplane to get to Canada without wasting time. So uncommon at the time, but he just went: I need to get there with least time lost, and matched requirement to a borderline experimental non-consumer-available insider technology to do so.

(Sidestep: Such an interesting juxtaposition of all that, with the constant representation of the pre-industrial-era Romani threads in S6, too: Esme, the hills, the horse, the curse, the mythology, the vardo, all that slamming up against an actual cutting edge submachinegun, so ‘contemporary’ it’s actually anachronistic by a few years (if my research was right, it’s a WWII weapon that submachinegun, not to get on the symbolism, but). Arguably, Ruby in hospital having the most contemporary medical treatment available while Tommy goes walkabout to lift a curse is another notable juxtaposition.

There’s also an interesting slant of his modernity balanced against what I call his hoarding habit — the most cutting edge piece of tech or modernity in 1923 he’s still hanging onto in 1933. But yeah, even with that the juxtapositions are interesting because they can only happen if the forward reaching/modernity focus is there)

So, when I see contemporary-modern!AU takes of Tommy that are like, representing him as a relatively humdrum part of the capitalist consumer status quo, or even as a luddite who can't and won't use an Iphone, I scratch my head. I do think he’s *not* much of an innovator, but he is absolutely a considered first-gen adopter and recognises (and takes) opportunity regarding tech innovation with little concern for risk.

I have contemplated would rich modern!AU Tommy with disposable income finance startups if they pitched well: probably yes, because he takes gambles; with a personally vested interest in the innovators in the same way he had that vested interest in Bonnie. Startups as horses or boxers on a diff playing field, win some, lose some, etc.

[ok-i-draw]

Sneak peak for the next Mob!hopper backstory chapter!

( as a sorry for not posting yesterday… )

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Bonus sketches from notebook, Anatomy for Mob!maria and mob!marcos down below! 👇

I’ve always imagined them with tattoos, Maria having more meaningful floral tattoos and Marcos…. Getting whatever he wants… But he still wanted to match with Maria so he got a similar chest tattoo as a symbol of their familial bond!

[loadednachosao3]

little translation note in case anyone relies on google translate for the Spanish sections in my fic: Lalo saying "a huevo!" in the most recent dad AU chapter literally means "egg," but in Mexico, that's slang for balls, and can be used as a sort of "fuck yeah!" type expression

so that's where the "nice pun" line comes from in the event you might have been confused

(this is also why Lalo told Nacho to watch his mouth when he used it after getting his van)

[sugary-spider]

Im super proud of this wip for my reference of my big stinky 34ft man 💔

[surveillance-0011]

Hey what if I *draws your alien that hates humans as humans* lol

These are all a little old (from jan-march) but save for giblets I feel like I’ve got everyone pinned down nicely. Notes under the cut!! Don’t repost, feel free to tell me what you think 💕

1-2: Krubis. I hope you see my vision here. Mostly just trying to figure out if I like this hair texture for him or if I go curlier. I’m set for his work outfit though and I like the idea of him wearing glasses or shades 24/7. But yknow. I think this captures his essence. This is the sort of person he is in my eyes.

The second doodle is kind of rushed but I think in a human au maybe he’d forgo a prosthetic in most circumstances. Hell I think if he can remove the drill at all in canon then he does so when it comes to paperwork and shit. I think he was born without the arm so hes learnt to get by without any sort of prosthetic. I need to do more research into the matter though

3: Douglas. The shorter cut is more in character but I do like the (VERY SPLATOON INSPIRED BTW) braid idea. I think he’s on the younger side alongside the Skrendels? But also he’s very baby faced I think. To mirror the whole “actually Douglas was the silly blue goober the whole time” thing

4: Dr. Giblets. As I said before this sketch is a bit old but I did touch it up. A bit too lanky his face needs to be rounder. I think he’s the oldest of the officers maybe older than Garm. Probably? Not by much. Also 5 Torg in the corner but I didn’t like how she came out so she’ll be in the next batch of whatever 💔💔💔

5: Angela + Jonathan in armor bc for a human/more anthro au I think they’d all have these helmets that mirror the one big eye(and headcanons for what happens when they argue: Angela mediates between Jonathan and Mona, Jonathan does the same when Angela argues with Mona, and Mona just straight up leaves the two to beat the shit out of each other then tearfully apologize .). Also nipulon weezer blue.

6: Garmantuous. Idk if he should be bald or not. Also like 40? Could be a bit older maybe even younger… extra eyes HAVE TO be plugs though I have decided on this. I feel smart for this.

7: more Mona ^_^ more developed sketch of the same hc that he just dips if the other two ever argue + fem presenting alt design + probably what went through his head by the time the BH took out his other brothers during the fight. Also his hair would be bleached blonde 👍🏼 but all the Skrendels have very dark hair naturally.

(On that note: as mentioned before Krubis’s hair is all grey now to mirror the drill. Douglas not sure probably brown or strawberry blond/gingery but dyed blue. Giblets. Uh. Idk it’s pink ish but that way naturally somehow and greying obviously. Garm also blonde but probably bleached? And like I said Skrendels all have black or brown hair but Mona bleached his and Jonathan dyes his hair every now and then

[krotiation]

Can we see more of your sims?

I can post some screenshots every once in a while if people want it! For now y'all get to see everything catch on fire every 5 minutes

[welldonekhushi]

Did I say angst time? Well, yes. Yes I did. Featuring my reverse AU of Valeria and Alejandro!

What if Valeria got to know that Alejandro worked as the El Sin Nombre after his years of disappearance? Did all her efforts go in vain realising he was trading lives for drugs and money?

But what if Alejandro chose this step to protect the people of Las Almas? Did he also do it for the sake of protecting Valeria? By becoming El Sin Nombre?

I missed doing this AU, so here you go, a full art over the two! Hope you liked it! The art without subtitles is under the cut!