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tightjeansjavi · 1 year ago
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DADDY CUPID IS CUMMING FOR ME!! 😇
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runa-falls · 1 year ago
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Congrats on reaching 1k followers 🎉
Can I request number 7 from the smut prompt "that was the prettiest sound i’ve ever heard" with Steven Grant? ❤
HI!!! Sorry this took forever I got caught up in writing 3 different series lol and my anxiety has been horrific since June lol bad time for a follower celebration but im TRYING
"Prettiest Sounds"
Steven Grant x Reader
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Summary: You are self-conscious that don't sound sexy when cum, Steven assure you that you do.
Warnings: PIV sex, references to a past shitty ex.
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You burry your face in Steven's neck as he fucks into you with care; your attempt to muffle the moans that couldn't help escape, yet another attempt in a long string of them. Steven just made you feel so good... it was hard to hide, but you tried.
When Steven moved enough to kiss and lick and nibble at your neck, you bit down on your bottom lip, a light whimper escaping you.
"Let me hear you, love." Steven begged as his hips thrust inside you, your fingers clawing into his sweaty back in an attempt to stay grounded. "Please?"
"You don't want that." It slips from your lips before you can stop it, your intrusive thoughts taking on a life of their own. You pinch your eyes closed, hoping he didn't hear you.
He did, of course. Steven had great hearing and slowed down o s stop. "Why would you say that, darling?" When you didn't answer, Steven carefully pulling out of you and making you whimper when he did. With a stroke of your hair out of your face, Steven laid on his side next to you. "Love? Please told to me?
You hesitate, but with your eyes still closed in a cringe, you relent. "It doesn't sound good."
His eyebrows furrow in confusion. "What doesn't?"
Finally, you give into his gentle touches. Steven and you had only started dating recently, and only begun having sex this week, both wanting to take it slow. "I don't sound... sexy. during sex."
Steven had to take a moment to process what was said. "Well of course you do darling, I've heard you, you sound beautiful!"
"No," You shake your head. "That's not... real..."
His eyes widen comically large. "You mean... you're faking... uh- you're faking... orgasms?" He nearly whispers the last words, still a little awkward around sex.
"NO!" You are quick to reassure your sweet Steven. "I'm not faking the orgasms, I'm just faking... the sounds..." Embarrassment causes you to look away from him, but Steven coaxes you back to looking at him.
"Love... did he make you feel that way?" Steven knew you had a bad experience with your last boyfriend; he always nitpicked you in everything from the way you dress, the way you did your hair, how you walked... nothing from free from subtle critiques and little jabs.
You nod, confirming his suspicions with glistening eyes. "He said... I don't sound feminine enough."
The small rise and fall of his chest was a telltale that Steven was mentally envisioning kicking his ass. "That's not true, I know it's not. Whatever you sound like in genuine pleasure is sexy. I want to know how I make you feel, how I actually make you feel. I don't want a performance."
It took a little more reassurance, Steven encouraging you to open up during sexy and communicate, but as you made love that night, you threw away the fake, porny moans and let Steven hear you. When you came, you thought it was the least sexy thing you could've imagined, but it caused Steven to spill into you with a pathetic, loud whine.
"That was the prettiest sound I've ever heard."
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this was inspired by a convo between me and Dolli about Will Miller actually XD
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thelovesofmyentirelife · 8 months ago
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shoutout to worshippers+devotees of lesser known and less popular deities/entities, deities with less info on their worship, with less community to share and relate in your worship/devotion. who had to figure it out without much precedent or others' word or experience to help and guide and assure you
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storekn1fe · 2 months ago
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i think every doctor who episode should spend 15 minutes with the doctor and their companion(s) wandering around wherever they ended up
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finalpam8000 · 1 year ago
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Zagreus Part 3: In a Nutshell
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gotyouanyway · 10 months ago
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wahh
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timeladyjamie · 8 months ago
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Lalla Ward as Romana II from Classic Doctor Who
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lerios · 2 months ago
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tfw you sell your illegal art collection and scoop your bae and her gay little dog through time and space to save their lives but she still dream rejects you 😔
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riversofmars · 1 year ago
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OMG my non-whovian wife just absolutely assassinated my companion preferences 😭😭😭
Me: *going on about not liking young, naive "please show me the universe, oh clever Doctor 🥺" companions* Wife: ".... Well... hardly surprising, is it, when you're not 19 anymore. Young whovians identify with those companions cause they want to be them, old whovians identify with the Doctor happy to show the young ones around. You're neither. You're Liv and Helen. Or River. Or Kate. Romana... Missy..." Me: "..... a queer woman???" Wife: "Middle-aged, competent and confident." Me: "Right..." Wife: "Yes, and queer. Those are all gay, aren't they?"
A) I'm extremely impressed with how many suitable DW characters she managed to name!
B) SHE CALLED ME MIDDLE AGED 😭💀
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mariocki · 21 days ago
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Mary Tamm plays model Jenny Hart, whose husband is the subject of an investigation, in Public Eye: How About It, Frank? (7.3, Thames, 1975)
#fave spotting#mary tamm#romana i#classic doctor who#romanadvoratrelundar#public eye#doctor who#how about it‚ frank?#1975#thames#pretty terrible pics I know but im still watching these on that Tube You know about bc my dvds are many many miles away#i think i probably only ever watched s7 the once because (outside of the fairly significant plot thread of the first two eps) i remember#almost nothing of this final series. actually‚ because the series (like most of its era) was shot out of sequence‚ this was actually the#very final episode to be shot. the much missed Tamm was early in her career here‚ with just a handful of screen appearances (tho she'd#had a stint with the well regarded Birmingham rep‚ so was hardly inexperienced). later in 75 she'd have her first real meaty role in the#BBC's adaptation of Muriel Spark's The Girls of Slender Means; then of course there was DW a few years away and cult tv immortality#she's good here‚ but hasn't much to do; the role is disappointing tbh‚ her character is a model and shows a mild spark of independence but#the script repeatedly defines her as the wife of another character and‚ particularly disappointingly (and fairly unusually for the show)‚#broadly supports the husband's chauvinistic viewpoint that she should be providing more wifely services ie. cooking and cleaning#it's dumb and irritating and it's very annoying to have Frank tell her she should learn to cook. idk‚ it's a bad moment in a bad sideplot#of a brilliant show. so it goes ig. but hey‚ always lovely to see Mary <3
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natequarter · 6 months ago
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Clara, babygirl, you are so fucked
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Also, um, Romana?? I know outlawing mind probes was partly for personal reasons, but she makes it clear she’s also just anti torture. It’s hard to imagine her, especially pre-Pandora, before needing to go to such great lengths for the good of Gallifrey, agreeing to oubliette anyone ever
Being willing to kill everyone on Gryben? Not good, but I can see the difficult situation she was in. But doing a genocide of an entire species and their entire history? That seems like it would go against all the ways she’s trying to change Gallifrey for the better
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stillthesunkenstars · 2 months ago
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brax thoughts from Twitter
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morally-grey-girlbosses · 1 year ago
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Propaganda under the cut.
Romanadvoratrelundar:
Was the Doctor's companion, then became president of Gallifrey. Romana is simply THE girlboss, she has to try to get her political agenda through, she is president of a whole planet, she annoys all her political adversaries SO MUCH for her unorthodox views. She is extremely confident in herself and does what she deems right even when nobody else wants her to. Power comes naturally to her and she uses it unhesitatingly.
Rouge the Bat:
All the worlds jewels are hers to have! She’s so selfish I love her. She loves stealing the chaos and master emeralds just cause they’re pretty. She’s so fun to watch. She’s besties with an escaped immortal amnesiac government experiment and a giant robot made only to kill who now wants to kill his creator because he didn’t get respect. She has a girlfriend in sonic x. She’s not truly loyal to any side other than her own.
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runa-falls · 2 years ago
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YOOOO IM SO INTO THIS AHHHHH
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i NEED it ~ i love how fresh faced santi is I NEED HIM PLEAS'
getting BOTH of them?? PLS PLS PLS
If You Wanna Be Wild: Chapter 1
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Javier Peña x sex worker!informant!Reader x Santiago Garcia
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Summary: Javier has his ladies, and you are one of his favorites. When he gets a new partner to take down Lorea, a man 10 years younger than him, Javi suggests the boy let off some steam with a prosititute, Javi was not expecting Santi to find his favorite girl.
Content and warnings for whole fic, not chapter by chapter unless something is added: Sex work, drug trade, some drug use/pressured used, sex workers and the mistreatment/stigma surrounding them specifically in the 70’s (my blog is sex worker positive) but ima put potential dub con depending how you look at it as a sex worker who works with dangerous men, some action surrounding reader and the guys and the drug trade, SMUT HEAVY, corruption kink (were corrupting santi here, he’s young, 25), no loss of virginity tho, threesomes, some slight m/m smut but that’s not the focus here, but as you know this blog is an lgbt blog so I’m always open to gay shit. Talk of war and some PTSD but I won't be going a whole lot into it.
For the record, this is a fic that takes place in the drug trade and deals with the darker side of humanity, so anything from Narco's and Triple Frontier is liable to be discussed or mentioned here. This is your warning. This is not a dark fic nor is it centered around darkt hemes like Leather and Lace or Sunshine Starlight Sweetheart Brightside, but they are open to be talked about.
Reader has a nick name: Candy. Not her real name just what she goes by on her profession. Much of the inspo for this and for the title came from the Bruce Springsteen song “Candy’s room” so check it out for the vibes.
Reader speaks Spanish and had hair, might be considered Latina coded but given it's a fic taking place in Colombia that much can be gleaned anyway.
4.1K Words. Plenty of perspective shifts from reader javi and santi. When told from javi and santis pov it’s third person and reader is referred to as she/her and candy
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When Javier came inside you, it was quicker than usual. He must be on a time crunch. Not that you were complaining, Javier had gotten you off and that was more than most clients did, seeing as they were paying for their orgasm, not yours. It was only fair, it’s not like you were in this business for fun, you were trying to survive. 
And survive you had! You’d done better for yourself than many of your fellow prostitutes, able to get out of a brothel where you were pimped out by shitty men who took more than their fair share of your money and a little side action for themselves. You’d saved up enough money to rent an apartment where you could do your own business for yourself and answer to no man except the ones who paid for your time. Being beautiful helped in this business, absolutely, but there were no lack of pretty girls, many of the workers on the streets and in brothels were plain or just ugly. It didn’t matter to the men who were just looking for a 5 minute fuck. Where your skills came was the inter-person. Sex, for most people anyway, was better when there was a connection of some sort; even those big scary drug lords like many of those you serviced liked to feel human connection, needed to know you wouldn’t laugh at them for their weird kinks, and sometimes just wanted to talk.
That is, you suspected, is why Javier Peña fucked you instead of the other girls around. Well, he definitely fucked other girls. But you got a good chunk of his time.
“Damn, Javi,” You laugh as he sets you down from where he had you up against the wall. “Only one position this time? You getting old?”
He laughs, breathless, making sure you were steady on your feet before he walked over to his pants. “Definitely old, but that’s not why. Gotta be up early to meet my new partner.” Javier, dark and gorgeous and a man of few words, yanked up his pants loose over his petite hips and pulled his pack of cigs and lit it before tossing them in your direction. You didn’t smoke a lot, but cigarettes after sex with Javi always hit just right. 
“Good luck with that. You’ve ran off the last 6.” Javi wasn’t the nicest man in the DEA, you knew; he wasn’t exactly loved and people weren’t jumping to work with him. Well, men weren’t anyway. 
A few years ago, he had a partner, Steve, and the two had gotten along damn well. Since then, Javi’s been going through partners like crazy. In the years since Pablo Escabar’s fall, cocaine has not stopped. You’d know, given that you’d partook just last weekend at an event.
“He’s gonna be the worst yet, I just know it.” Javi grumbled before taking a long drag and sitting on the couch where you joined him, legs propped up over his. “Some fresh-faced dumbass kid that’s never seen what the world is like outside his moms tits.”
You can’t help but roll your eyes at him. You’d never do that with other clients; they needed to feel important, listened to. Javier didn’t care about that. “How old?”
“25.”
You laugh right in his face. “25 is hardly a kid, my brother had seen it all by the time he was 15!”
“Yeah, that’s because your family-” He stopped, looking to you before deciding better than to complete that sentence. “Never mind,” Javi muttered.
“Smart boy.”
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Javier Peña wouldn’t describe himself as hard to work with.
Others would, however.
Sometimes they took issue with his womanizing, but Javier contested this, saying he always paid the women more than fair, never seduced married women, never pressured or coerced.
 He simply paid women for what they had, and instead of them spending the night with some asshole who wanted a quick fuck, someone who might hurt them, or an otherwise unpleasant night, they got to spend it with him. Not that Javi thought he was hot shit, but at least he could treat the girl right, make them cum. Additionally, he watched out for the women he slept with. Not all were his informants, but all of them could call him if they were in trouble.
The rest of them just couldn’t do what it took and couldn’t fire back what Javi shot out, not like Steve. Asshole. Asshole for leaving him. 
This kid was going to be no better, but at least he could speak spanish.
He hoped.
Last name was Garcia, but those American’s often can’t speak their mother tongue, especially if they are third generation.
The boy that walked in was already annoying him with his stupid mustache. Javi’s mustache wasn’t stupid, let’s get that straight. He looked good in a mustache. This kid looked stupid.
“Agent Garcia, nice to meet you.” The boy looked nervous as he reached a hand out to him.
“I’m not calling you that.” Great start, Javier. Great start.
“Oh. Uhhhh…”
“I’m Javi.”
“Santi, I guess.”
Santi looked a little deflated, he was probably looking forward to being called ‘Agent Garcia’, and Javi only felt a little bad. He remembered being that fresh-faced kid, so he threw him a bone. Javier leaned against his desk, arms crossed. “What brought you out here, Garcia?”
He brightened up just a bit at being referred to by his last name at least. “Just got out of the military, special ops.” He said proudly. “Wanted to come back to my mom’s home country, make a difference.”
Interesting bit of lore, there, and Javi couldn’t decide if it made him like the kid more or not. One one hand, the comment about his mom with a twinkle in his eye was endearing, but just showed that naivete he had. On the other, being in special ops was no small accomplishment and he was certain Santi had seen at least his fair share of death.
“No woman keeping you down?”
“No sir,” he stood with his hands clasped tight behind his back as if Javi was his drill sergeant. “My work doesn’t leave much time for that sort of thing.”
Javi wondered briefly if he was a virgin, he’s met a few military types who were into their later years, but decided it was none of his business.
That didn’t last long.
Santi did fine. It was fine. Better than fine, actually, and after a few months the DA was less irritated with Javi running off men and put the pair on a case; something he hadn’t had since Escobar. Gabriel Martin Lorea was someone who had made one hell of a name for himself in recent years, many considering him a successor to Escabar, but Lorea had yet to dip his toes into politics the way his predecessor had, and Lorea would never be too powerful without is fingers in the pockets off government and lobbyists and media. Maybe he just didn’t have the charm Escabar had, the ability to manipulate and sway… Gabriel Lorea was, from all accounts, handsome, but, according to the women Javi slept with and absolutely not Javi himself, too handsome to gain people's trust.
Javi didn’t hate Santi, he did good work and had skills to match, but christ the boy was optimistic, he tended to believe the best in people and that had gotten them into some problems as well, but nothing so much that Javier had taken issues with the kid, not when Santi was able to get them out of there alive.
 It was nice, honestly, to have someone he could talk to just a little bit. He’d be lying if he said it hadn’t gotten lonely, and it took a lot for Javier to swallow his pride and call Steve, but luckily Steve took mercy and just called him once a month or so. 
Thing was, sometimes Santi got a little pent up, his polite and calm demeanor slipping and taking it out of Javi usually. 
“Jesus, Garcia, what’s up with you?”
Santi had snapped at Javi over a joke Javi made about Santi putting sugar in his coffee. He had a guilty look as soon as he was chastised, looking like a caught kid. 
“Sorry, Javi…”
“Oh come on” He ruffled the young man’s curls before Santi shoved him away to smooth them down again. “What’s on your mind, someone play with your Flash Gordon action figures?”
“You have no idea what kids play with, do you?”
Javier just cocked an eyebrow at him, and Santi continued.
“Just been stressed is all.”
Thinking back to their first conversation, Javi wondered when the last time Santi got some was. He was a good looking guy, that was just obvious, didn’t have to be gay to figure that out, and he had a good job. There was no reason he couldn’t  get a one night stand, a girlfriend, or a damn wife if he wanted. Santiago was kind, empathetic, and the nice smile that women would fall head over heels for; Santi doesn’t see how the girls swoon over him, even Colleen who was well over Javier’s antics.
“When was the last time you got your dick wet.”
Santi’s coffee went everywhere, staining his cream colored shirt and the nice slacks he refused to trade in for jeans like Javier did.
“W- I- WHAT?!”
He was laughing so hard, Javi couldn’t fucking get a reply out for a minuet, every time Javi looked over to Santi, covered in coffee and eyes wide in horror, he kept laughing more. When he finally calmed down, Javi tossed over some napkins. “Sex, Santi. Sex. It’s normal we all do it. Or maybe you don’t, which is why I’m asking.”
Santiago wouldn’t look at him, shuffling a bit as he tried to dab himself clean. “Well… well it maybe- it might have… it might have been a while.”
“Garcia.” Javier turned to face Santi, attempting to catch his eye. “Man. How long’s it been? A few months? Since you came here.”
He muttered something, and at first Javi wasn’t sure he heard right.
“What was that?”
“Three years?”
Javi about spit out his own coffee after that. Three years? Javier didn’t like going more than three days!
“Are you kidding me?”
“Oh fuck off.” Santi was none too pleased with the prodding, but Javi followed after him, teasing his way down the hall. “It’s gotta be for lack of trying, isn’t it?”
“Go away!”
“Pretty boy like you, all you gotta do is walk down to a bar and ladies will be throwing themselves at you!”
“Fuck off!”
“You could just do it the old fashioned way.”
Santi stopped, turning on a heel so fast Javi crashed into him, too distracted by his goading.
“What does that mean?”
“Hire a woman. Or a man. Or a few, I don’t pass judgment.” He smirked, knowing the teasing was working.
A look of disgust crossed his face, youthful features crinkling. “A prostitute?” He was whispering.
“Yeah Garcia, a PROSTITUTE.” An intentional shout to embarrass the blushing virgin. “It’s not a dirty word, amigo.”
Santi’s eyes went wide at Javi’s emphasis, looking around to see if he had been caught. “How are you so casual?” He still spoke quietly.
Undisturbed, Javi once again leaned against a wall, shrugging. “World’s oldest profession. Nothing dirty about it. Well, if you’re using condoms, anyway.” He smirks.
It took a minute for Santi to process what he had just said. “You mean… You…” He couldn’t say it outloud.
Javi’s laugh was loud and boisterous. “Hired hookers? Yeah, of course I have.”
“I figured you could just… um… well, pick up women.”
There was a swell of pride to Javi’s words that the man thought that much of him. “I can, trust me. But to woo a woman, to find someone that wants you, trusts you enough, is enthusiastically willing… It's a long game, sometimes. A game I am more than willing to play, sometimes; I do enjoy willing a girl over, watching her open up for me, blossom… hmmmm…” He got a little distracted, words wandering off.
“I get the picture.” He said with a grimace. 
“Well, the point is, if I’m doing that, I’m doing it right. Taking my time. With hookers, I just gotta pay ‘em. Don’t worry, I make sure they enjoy their time too” Javi winked, eliciting a gag from Santi before they both went back to work.
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A worm had been planted in Santi’s head, that was for sure. His dry spell and overall lack of experience in general was more for lack of trying than anything else. In the army, he was so career oriented, signing up for an initial 3 year term at 17 right out of high school, and quickly working his way up. When the time came to enlist for 7 years or quit and have a civilian life he never knew, the choice was easy, especially when he was promised a spot on an special ops team with his best friend. 
For 5 years he saw all the beauty and horror the world had to offer him, and was so focused on his career, so intent on making his way to general, nothing else in the world mattered. Not gambling, not women, not drugs or alcohol or any of the vices his brothers-in-arms surrounded themselves with. He’s seen his fair share of war, having of course been sent to Vietnam a few times, but his team wasn’t meant to die in a field in bloody masses like how the US government saw the poor teenagers they sent off to die in the war, they upheld: special, different, better. Santi didn’t feel better, that’s for sure. He certainly didn’t feel good watching people die on either side, nor did it make him feel special when he learned of the horrors mnn in camps would inflict on the local villagers just trying to survive. It didn’t make him feel special when Santi tried to tell his commander, Redfly, what was going on with the other men, what they were doing, and Redfly crushed him off as spoils of war… So he, Catfish, Benny and Ironhead became more and more secluded, unable to put an end to what was happening and only able to stop what they actually knew about. That’s why the four of them were so close, he supposed.
But they were never there for long. The army spent too many resources on them to put a gun in their hand and leave them to die in the jungle, no, they had no covert operations, things the CIA didn’t want out. By the end of things, Santi had dealings with Russia, Cuba, Korea, Germany, China, Japan, Chile, anywhere there was a whisper of communism that the powers that be decided were more important than everyone starving in the US, Santiago Garcia was there.
He put up with it, because he needed to, because he was going to work his way up, get in positions of power. He wouldn’t be like Tom and let rape run rampant in his men. He would keep moving up, and change things for the better. He wanted to help people.
In the end, getting shot in the neck was a good thing.
They thought he was done for, Tom telling the others to just leave him when he was shot and bleeding out but Ironhead lifted Santo over his shoulders and carried him out of the warzone himself. In the end, after hours of surgery, Santi lived, although he was never the same physically. He was honorably discharged, him and Ironhead meteled up for their silence, and with that Santi, or Pope as he’d been called was sent on his way.
“Are you able to tell me where you’re at?” Santi spoke over the phone. His old teammate, Catfish, had called him. Santi couldn’t really call any of them, he never knew where they were. Sometimes they didn’t either.
“No, sorry.”
“Not even a clue?”
“Pope, you know these phone calls are all monitored.”
“Yeah I know.”
There was a long silence. There often was, between them. When Ben called, he happily chattered away on the other line. When it was Will, there was always good back and forth. With Frank, however, his oldest friend, there was often silence, but it was always comfortable. They enjoyed just existing with each other. Frankie was a troubled man himself, and part of the reason Santi went where he went. He knew, in the end, Frank made his own choices, but a part of him held a personal anger towards the drug trade for what it sucked his friend into. 
“Frank, you ever… hire a prostitute?”
Another pause. “Sometimes. You?”
“No. My partner suggested it, he said I was a little.. Uptight.”
Frankie laughed at that, and unlike Javi he didn’t feel like he was being laughed at. Frankie never laughed at you, only with. “Yeah, sounds like you.”
“Hey now.”
Frankie thought for a minute. “Wouldn’t be the worst idea. Even Will went a few times.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, even the man of steel needs some love’n. I got the notion it was more time with his face between their legs and talking than anything else. I think he was mostly lonely.”
“You hire a hooker just for company? Seems dumb.”
“You hire a woman to listen to you, compliment you, let you feel some human connection, a feminine touch for once. Getting your rocks off is just a bonus.”
“So you think I should?”
“Look, I’m not gonna tell you to blow money on what you could probably get for free. I’ll just say… buy a condom.”
“Lot of condom talk these days.”
“Yeah, lack of condom talk is how I ended up with your goddaughter.”
“Wouldn’t trade her for the world.”
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How does one go about finding a prostitute? It was like drugs… you kinda just needed to know someone already, or maybe run into them on the street. 
Or maybe you steal your partner’s contact list. 
Javi wasn’t subtle, that was for sure, and he had a whole separate section just for prostitutes… classless, that man. Santi flipped through the name, looking at the assortment of addresses and numbers as his heart thrummed against his chest. If he was being honest, he probably could just asked Javi for a recommendation, but he’d never get through the humiliation of it all, and Javi would never drop the subject. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, exactly. It wasn’t like the names had pictures next to them and Javi wasn’t quit crass enough to put “Lupe, 28, hot, big tits, no ass, dick sucking 7/10”, to Santi’s slight surprise. Maybe he remembered each of them, their best and worst traits. Maybe it didn’t matter as long as he got off… 
Santi flipped through to the end, then flipped back. Then through again and back again until he was starting to feel like this was a bad idea. Just pick one, dumbass. he told himself. Go in, cum, get out. He continued his downward spiral of self loathing and insecurity until he decided to just open the book and write down the first name he saw.
Candy.
*
When Santi stood at the door, waiting to knock until exactly 9:00 PM, he was debating turning around. She sounded nice enough on the phone, a voice that put him at ease, but now facing the door… he wanted to run. 
And he almost did. Actually, he tried too,turning around and ready to make a break for it when the door opened.
“Diego?”
Oh yeah. The fake name he had given her. Santi turned around. She was beautiful, stunning even, with dark red lipstick complimenting your reflection. He wondered how she was supposed to give a blowjob with lipstick like that. Did she give blowjobs? Did prostitutes have stuff they didn’t do? Of course they do, pendejo, they’re people too. Santi’s shame at his own inner monologue must have translated to his face, guilt that what he was… what was the word his sister used? Objectifying? Was he making her out to be a thing for his pleasure instead of a woman? Was he part of the problem? His older sister had made him read a few feminist theory books back in the day. She didn’t want him growing up to be a bastard like their dad. Did his dad ever hire prostitutes?
“Are you a cop?” She said, snapping Santi out of his daze.
“Uh….” Fuck. He could lie, couldn’t he? Did she know? He looked down at his clothes to check he wasn’t wearing his badge or anything. Smooth move. “No?” Great job.”
You cross your arms and cock and eyebrow. “Then you gotta proposition me, Diego.”
He blinked. “Huh?”
“If I say it and you’re wearing a wire, I go to jail again and I doubt my friend can pull strings a 4th time, so. You make the proposition and then you can’t charge me, since it’s entrapment.”
Santi briefly wondered where she learned this, but when the weight of her words struck, he found himself with a new problem. “You… you want me too…”
A small smile crept up her face, causing her lips to twitch. “You can say it, you’re a big boy. Or at least out here you are. You wanna be babied in there,” She nods inside her room. “Well, that’s no one’s business.” Punctuating the sentence with a wink, she waits for him.
Everything felt warm all of a sudden, his mouth dry and thick and he almost couldn’t do it… but the way she looked right now… he needed her.
“Do you… want to… have sex?”
“For?”
Now he was confused. “For?
“Yeah, what am I exchanging the sex for, because you might be handsome, but it sure isn’t love. Yet.” Another wink.
“Oh! Uh… do you want to have sex… for… money?”
Santi watched as all her features relaxed, a bright smile illuminating her face and the whole room along with it. “Perfect! It sounds fucking stupid, I know, but I need to get it out of the way with new clients. Come on in, Diego.”
Candy took Santi into her room, and was surprised by the look; all around him were wall to wall posters and printed out pictures of idols spanning decades. Farrah Fawcet, Don Henly, Judy Garland, James Dean, Stevie Nicks, Mae West, Shirley Temple, Rock Hudson…
“You like ‘em?” She asked, watching him.
“Yeah… it’s quite a collection. Whose that?” He pointed to a picture in sepia tone  of a pretty girl with red curls, heart shaped lips, and thin, drawn on eyebrows.
Candy stepped up next to Santi. “Clara Bow, the original ‘It’ girl of Hollywood, a silent movie star. Lived a hell of a life too. Friend died in her arms, was sexually abused, suicide attempt, addiction… survived it all.”
“That’s incredable…” Santi’s amazement wasn’t faked.
“All these people are inspiring to me in some way or another.”
“I like… I like the James Dean one.”
She smiled at that. “I bet you would, handsome.” The picture was of James Dean laying on a motorcycle, smoking, of course. “You got a motorcycle, guapo?”
He couldn’t help but blush at the nickname. “No, a fun idea in theory… but maybe a bit too wild for me.”
“But hiring a hooker isn’t?”
Despite his desire to look cool, calm and collected, Santi gave a blushing smile. “You got me there.” 
“Now.” With grace, Candy slid right up to Santiago, touching his arms. “I take it this is your first time with a sex worker.” Her smile was soft and reassuring.
Santi let out a breath, allowing himself to ease into her touch; she was good at this, somehow looking that goddamn hot and still managed to make him feel secure, safe. “That obvious, huh?” He chuckled.
Cocking her head to the side with a sly smile, Candy’s red-painted lips drew him in as she spoke. “Professional intuition. What brings you here?”
“Uhhhmmmm… sex?”
“Be honest” Her tone… it struck him down to his core, pulling at all his mommy issues. He wanted her to tell him exactly what to do from here on out.
He cleared his throat. “Well… been a bit of a dry spell, and… well… maybe a general lack of experience in general.” Santi’s embarrassment caused him to look away, but Candy gently grabbed his chin, no doubt feeling the stubble on his face from his day off. 
“No need to be shy, pretty boy.” Candy held his gaze, mystifying him more with every second she seemed to bare into his soul, knowing all the parts of him he tried to keep secret. He was baring his soul without a word. “We’re gonna get to know each other really well here.”
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I HOPPPPPE YOU LIIIIIIIIKKEEEEEEEEE
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gotyouanyway · 4 months ago
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top 3 narvinromana dynamics:
1. in cahoots (interrogating that guy in the science fair one, their fake fight, running the cia together, uhhhhhh unity.)
2. president and her cia working dog (whenever he comes up with a solution to a problem for her and she praises him for being clever)
3. you are still my president, my lady
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