#smells like wet dog that rolled around in cigar ash

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redraw of a old comic that i still think is funny

[maurythehormonemonster]

Kinktober day five. Objectification - John Price/Kate Laswell // (gn! reader)

CW: Objectification (ashtray), light bondage, gagged, boot riding

based off of this by @drgnflyteabox !! been on my mind since i've seen it and oh my GOD !!!!

ALSO I KNOW KATE HAS A WIFE! AND I LOVE HER AND HER WIFE BUT I ALSO NEED HER

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   Your arms were tied behind your back, rope pulled taut towards your spread thighs, a vibrating plug pushed into you as you knelt in front of Kate and John. The burn was painful, red marks angry from when you squirmed around, trying to loosen the knots. It was a fruitless endeavour. Kate’s hands were diligent, when she was wrapping you up like a present for them with a warm kiss on your shoulder and a reminder of your safeword. 

  The scent of tobacco was strong in the room, both John and Kate smelling of their respective nicotines as they chatted away about missions and papers. You whined around the metal O-ring that kept your lips separated, continuously trying to get their attention. You needed more stimulation, the plug doing nothing to dull what you needed. 

  Kate turned towards you as she took a puff of her newly lit cigarette, raising an eyebrow, almost as if your incessant whining was an inconvenience. “What is it?” She asked, her voice mocking, knowing exactly what you needed while your hips wiggled, trying to create friction against anything, and you couldn’t reply verbally. It was amusing, to both of them. John also turned to face you, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “You’re a loud little thing, aren’t ya.” He let out a chuckle, lighting up his own cigar. 

  You clenched and unclenched your fists behind your back, continuing to whine up at them. Both their gazes burned holes into you, making you look down. What should be shame, embarrassment even, was something completely different. Warmth, something that made you leak onto the hardwood floor. 

  Kate’s laugh echoed in your ears as she tilted your head up. “Keep your head up, we need that pretty mouth, don’t we?” She spoke as she hooked one of her fingers into your mouth, pressing on your tongue as drool spilt down your chin, and onto your exposed chest. You nodded and she hummed in approval, patting your cheek affectionately before she turned back to John, continuing their conversation as if nothing interrupted in the first place. 

  She didn’t even turn to you as her hand reached out, ashing her smoke into your mouth as if you were an ashtray, eliciting a whimper from your throat but never once breaking eye contact with the Captain. John followed suit, the ash of his cigar hitting your tongue. Your eyes watered as your gaze flickered between them, the ash fizzing out on your wet tongue. 

  Moments passed and then Kate snapped her fingers, pointing down to her shoe, beckoning you over without a word. You shuffled towards her pathetically, hard to do anything while the too weak vibrations are pulsing through you in waves. 

  You sat yourself down on her, chin resting on her knee as you waited for her command like a dog. She nudged you with her foot and you took it as a sign to begin rocking your hips on her, needing so badly to get off. John’s eyes were trained on your form even as the conversation kept going, through your gasps and whimpers. 

  You were a sight to behold, all tied up and gagged, the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. The way you squeezed your eyes shut, tear’s springing into your lash line when Kate’s cigarette ash landed on your chest, rolling down to the floor. The way your hips rocked against her steadily. He cleared his throat before speaking, adjusting himself under the table. “Send ‘em my way, Laswell, would ya?” Her eyes crinkled as she smiled, pushing your head slightly towards him. 

  You cried out when she pulled out her now slightly slicked shoe out from under you, angry tears sliding down your cheeks before she silenced you with another ash of her cigarette onto the top of your chest. “Quit whining. You won’t cum at all unless you’re good.” Your throat bobbed as you swallowed what you could without any ash falling into your throat. 

  You crawled on your knees to John, watery eyes looking up at him as he put out his black combat boot, an expectant look in his eyes. You took the invitation quickly, craving the friction Kate rudely took away.  One of his hands rested on the crown of your head, the other bringing his cigar up to his lips to puff on it while you greedily rubbed on him. You were practically polishing his boot, leaning into his touch. 

  John pulled your head into his thigh, your cheek resting against the rough fabric of his pants. He tapped his cigar over your back, making you arch away from the heat and closer into him. His voice was smooth, collected, even though he was painfully strained against his boxers. “You got a pliant one, Kate, I commend it.” He wasn’t even looking at you, they talked about you

like you weren’t there, like you weren’t a person and it made the coil in your tummy tighten. John nudged his foot into you more, giving your plug a small push inside you and more friction to rut against. 

  You let out an embarrassing moan, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to cum. You were so close. “Thank you, John. Just a little training is all it was. You can keep them for the weekend. If you’d like, obviously.” Her words sent you over the edge, cumming on John’s boot without a second thought, hips stuttering. 

  John looked down at you again, pulling your head off of his thigh and wiping away your tears with his thumb before ashing his cigar for a final time inside your mouth. 

  “I think I’ll take you up on your offer.”

[broadwaynoodle]

bitter sweet pt 1

Tittle: Bitter sweet pt. 1

Pairing: mob!Racetrack higgins X fem!Reader

Word count: 1273

Summary: If your brother gets in debt with New York’s greatest mobster, you become the victim.

Warning: swears, violence later on, maybe a little more spicy in later parts.

A/N: Hey babes! I’m back and idk if there’s even demand fort his kind of series but i felt like writing it so yeah, fuck this. Also this is kind of a mess right now because I always struggle setting up bigger stories (hence this being my first series.) but i promise it’ll get better. Love you all xx BroadwayNoodle (also anyone who knows how to make a master list please DM me to help me out xxx)

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Black, that’s all you could see right now, black, you were just walking around the streets, doing some shopping, when you felt a hand around your mouth, you got lifted up and pushed in the back of a car, left, right, right, another right, and left again, the car came to a stop, are you going to die? Are these people going to hurt you, a pushed and grabbed by a big hand dragging you behind them, you almost fell as fast as he was walking, you heard a door close, wood you are walking on wood. Another door closed, chair, you’re sitting, you got pushed in a chair, four hands held you down, another pair pulled off your blindfold. Your breath was heavy, what was going to happen to you now? Footstep, you heard footsteps, you looked over your shoulder, and then you saw him, fancy dress pants, a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the top three buttons unbuttoned, baby blue eyes and messy ash blonde curls. You knew this man, Racetrack Higgins, the biggest mob boss of New York City.

Your brother inherited your family's mob, Race’s mob happened to be your brother’s rival. ‘Damn angel, you really are as gorgeous as they all said.’ Race said. ‘What do you want from me Higgins? I didn’t do anything to you, I’m not even part of the mob.’ His response was the most sinister chuckle you ever heard. ‘Owh angel please, your cute little brother thought it was a good idea to steal money from me, I could have put a bullet through his had, but that would be no fun now, would it?’ He said while he's slowly sitting down across from you, blowing all of his cigar smoke into your face. You cough. Not being able to handle the taste you were breating in from it. ‘So now what? I’m here, you think my brother is just gonna show up and give you your money back?’you scoffed at the man sitting across from you he’s delucinal.

‘It’s not that doll, let’s just say you are a little motivator for him, I mean, we can at least have him thinking his baby sister is in danger, doesn’t have to me true don’t you think?’ you rolled your eyes, Race gave a little wave to the two men holding you down, they walk towards the door of the office you’re in. ‘See doll, you’re not a prisoner, you’re as free as a bird, and I’ll spoil you doll, we just need Jay to pay up.’ You frowned. ‘And what if he doesn’t?’ for the first time in the entire conversation Race looked you in the eyes. ‘Well, then I’ve had my fun, and well, we’ll see what happens to you doll.’ You rolled your eyes. ‘don't call me doll, I’m not a toy.’ race chuckled, stood up, walked to the front of his desk, he crouched down in front of you, lifted your head so you’d look at him, and then he leaned in and whispered in your ear: ‘Everyone is a toy to me doll.’ He got up again to lean against his desk. ‘I expect you in the dinning hall around 7 doll, show up or you’ll have to have dinner with my men, they are not as nice to pretty girls as I am doll.’ You were speechless so you just nodded.

Race looked at the two men that were waiting by the door ‘Y/N, doll, these are Albert and Elmer, my two most loyal men, they’ll show you to your room, and to the dining hall at 7, if you need anything you can call for them, they’re responsible for you now ‘kay?’ The men nodded, you got up and hoped the men would hurry up. ‘owh and doll.’ Race called after you, you turned around to look at Race again, you had to admit he was dashing, even though he kidnapped you and now wants to keep you like a dog or something. ‘the library is on the thrid floot, and the pool and cinema are on the fifth, Albert will bring you some of mine stuff for today, we can look for some stuff for you tomorrow.’ He sent you off with that, you felt like shit, you knew Jay wasn’t gonna get the money, he wouldn’t even notice you were gone, when you were 15 you stopped talking to him in the hopes you could stay out of this whole mobster mess, and here you are, in some psycho’s house, lord knows for how long.

 ‘We’re here.’ The redhead walking you to your room said, the brunette walked off, lord knows when you would see him again. ‘I’ll be back within 10 minutes with some clothes okay?’ he tilted his head slightly, as if he was a puppy waiting for his owner to tell him he did a good job. ‘Yes thank you sir.’ You said opening the door to your new room. ‘Just Albert will be fine, no need for formalities.’ He smiled at you. ‘Okay well then thank you Albert.’ You smiled back and then he walked off, you walked into the room, and you had to admid it was even more impressive then your family home.

The room was clean and white, except fort he blush pink sheets on the bed, a little note lying on top of them.

‘I’m sorry it has tob e like this, heard blush was your favorite color.

 X Racetrack’

For some reason this made you smile it made you have peace, knowing he might have a little bit of feelings, then you heard a faint knock. ‘Yes?’ the redheaded boy walked in with a tshirt and a pair of sweatpants, he saw you looking at the note and walked up to you. ‘Can i sit?’ he asked, you nodded so he sat down next to you. ‘I tried to stop Race you know, but he’s just really hard headed.’ He began. ‘Please don’t start, he’s a psycho, i dont wanna talk about it. ‘I’m sorry, I’m just trying to help, he might look scary, be scary even, but he’s really not, you should give him a chance.’ You scoffed ‘A chance to do what? Kill me?’ you said as you got up. ‘I’m sorry, I’ll be back in two hours to you know, get you for dinner.’ You nodded, as soon as Albert closed the door you broke down in tears, your worst nightmare came true and you didn’t know what to do about it.

You decided to go tot he bathroom and take a shower, trying to wash the awful smell of Race’s cigar off of you, you started scrubbing lightly, but the scrubbing became harder and harder by the minute, you felt assaulted and gross, you could feel the hands of Race’s men on your body, Race’s lips on your ear and after an hour you gave up. You slipped into the clean clothes Albert had brought you and the decided to look through the cabinets in the bathroom, you found some make-up and decided to work wit hit, maybe if you tried hard enough, Race would be nice to you, maybe he wouldn’t kill you after he got bored of you, you gotta be an optimist to survive in prison after all. You looked at yourself, wet hair, some mascara, red lipstick, a nirvana shirt that was way too big on you, some gray sweatpants and fuzzy socks. The  you heard a knock on the door and Albert yell. ‘Princess it’s time for dinner!’

Well fuck, here goes nothing.