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@cajunxsass
GIVE ‘EM HELL GIVE ‘EM MAYHEM ↳ soa, gravity falls, mcu, ocs, spn, & more. 18+ – mature content. ↲ ©
FIND DEANE OVER HERE.
might update deane a little bit. it’s been such a hot minute since he’s been awake
cajunxsass replied to your post:
Gonna haunt your ass for takin’ shit. Gonna take the bed with me in the afterlife too, jokes on you
i can’t read suddenly i don’t know
IM DEAD
yeah, yeah. it's a wild goose chase. but i'm gonna need you to check out jimbo's blog.
go fUCK YOURSELF 8D
Welcome back, friend. ^·^
Thank you, thank you, sweet pea! It’s good to be back <3
brooklynxfury:
“Well, well, well, would you look at the stunning creature the cat dragged in.”
“Well, well, well -- look a’ this gorgeous li’l lady. Can Ah help y’with somethin’, sugah? Or do y’jus’ li’ starin’ cause either don’ bother me none.”
juice, deane, kozik, tig, bobby B))))
EAGLE ONE || accepting.
Been There Done That: TigCurrently Doing That: DeaneIt Happened Once In A Dream: KozikIf I Had To Pick A Dude: JuiceEagle Two: Bobby
reynardiine:
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❝ Shhh — don’t you worry ‘bout a thang, cher. I’m right he’e. ❞ The question never was did Deane want it. If it were left up to him, he’d be back home, under the assumption he was safe in that giant house. His cop buddies can’t help him now. But he doesn’t need help. Tom can keep him safe enough. Not a damn thing can touch Deane here. Nothing but the fox. If Craig so much as tries, that’ll be the end of him. This isn’t a means of punishing Deane. It’s all about Tom rewarding himself. For months, he stayed in that house, close enough to be noticed and rarely ever was. Took that goddamn pig to set Tom off. Blew his cover. If it weren’t for him, Deane would still be home. Dry eyes, at least. The fox is seated on the foot of his own bed, leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees. Eyes focused on Deane’s hands, and his own hands locked together under his chin, this may be the least threatening he’s been since he lodged that blade in what’s-his-name’s jugular. He got stuck in his roll of n o r m a l too damn long. That’s all it is. ❝ En’t NO ONE gon’ hurt you now. ❞
Words ripple through to the Cajun’s core -- shakes him more so than his trembling form ever could. He’s close to sobbing as tears leak from the corners of his eyes but there isn’t much he can do. There is nothing Deane Dixon can goddamn do. He is trapped in this place -- his own personal form of hell and terror because he just had to become the infatuation of someone mentally unstable. Why couldn’t Tom just be the nice, sweet man Deane thought he was? This wouldn’t be an issue -- this wouldn’t be happening. He could stay in pure bliss, fucked out almost every night without a care in the world if only his...whatever the other Cajun was to him (boyfriend maybe thought once or twice), was just a normal guy.
But he is far from it and those words make Dixon want to vomit. Wish that he was in Georgia with his brothers or even had one or both of them here with him. They’d keep him safe -- or they’d be dead. The idea makes him cringe. Dead like the cop the always keeps an eye on him and the Cajun can’t have his brothers on his conscious like he does with Sean. Changes his mind almost instantly and Deane is left to pull at the hem of his shirt finally. It’s up and over his head in a matter of seconds, left to be held tightly in shaking fists that never could do much. He’s always been to terrified of Tom to manage anything. He tried to fight but it’s just not who Deane is -- he’s no damn good at it and it only got him hurt worse. So...accepting all of this would just be better, right?
Just pretends it’s Tom -- like how he was before.
Hiccup passes lips and the Cajun didn’t realize he was downright crying buckets at this point. Silent as they fell, rolled down his cheeks -- his chin, neck. All the way down his bare chest before he paws at it like a scared little boy that is lost at a fair. Even if that were the case, Tom’d pick him up and tell him the same thing. Those eyes are watching him but they don’t look the same and Deane knows it. Close to a predator waiting for it’s prey to align just right. He sniffles, tries not to think about the fabric he finally lets go to fall on the ground. Jeans are next and he doesn’t want to. Doesn’t want this -- wants to be home but he’s trapped.
“Y’re gon’ hurt me worse.”
Mumbled out in between soft crying noises before Deane pops open the button of the denim he dons. Shy isn’t the right word here to begin with but his gut twists and jumps like it is. Deane Dixon has never been shy about who he is, what he has, or any of the like. This is different. Teeth worry over lips again as fingers hesitate at the zipper.
“Please don’ make me. Ah don’ wanna, Thomas.”
"No need bein' shy, cher. Ah seen it all b'fore."
That was… different. Voluntary may be the better word there, both suffice in the end as Deane worries his teeth over his bottom lip gently. Playing good isn’t as easy as he thought it would be. Fingers shake when they lift to the hem of his shirt – much like the rest of him is shaking. He’s close to tears or maybe already is crying. Tom’s voice is so gentle and maybe that’s what fucks the Cajun over the most. The way the other acts and his actions. A shiver of disgust runs through him as he stops. Pauses and hiccups softly.
“Ah don’ want this.”
“I don’t wanna freak you out or anything, but I wasn't sure if you knew there's a raccoon in your shower.”
“Nothin’ t’worry ‘bout. Tha’s Eric.” Let out as Deane takes another bite of pizza and seemingly for no reason takes out another out of the box and places it on a third plate. It’s for Eric when he decides to descend the stairs for food. Which he always does. “He wandered in couple’a months ago, kin’a m’roommate in a way? Actually Ah don’ even know if it’s th’same raccoon e’ry time. Ah named ‘em all Eric.”
ncsympathy:
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❝ You’re sayin’ no. But that grin’s tellin’ me hook, line, an’ sinker. ❞ For the most part, he’s just BULLSHITTING. But no harm, no foul, right? At this point, it’s just mindless teasing.
“Ma’be this grin coul’ tell y’a few other thangs if y’play them cards’a yours righ’, sugah.” Don’t get mixed up with dangerous and or felons -- Deane told himself that. Keeps telling himself that. He knows better. Knows himself well enough that he’ll just end up high tailing it out of the area like a goddamn dear if things get bad. And yet -- here he is, STILL hitting on Finn anyways.
skogstrom:
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❝ It’s all VINTAGE, if you’re cool with that. ❞ Never really was a fan of high quality anything. Leaves nothing to the imagination and doesn’t do a damn thing for him.
“Oh y’ classy, huh?” Deane gives a little tease before he’s all smiles and giving a shrug. “Vintage li’ PINUP? ‘Cause Ah coul’ get behind sum’a tha’.”
"It's a good thing I got my library card. 'Cause I am checkin', you, out. "
“Tha’ ain’ gon’ work on me, y’nerd.”
But it did. It certainly worked and Finn is one step closer to his goal.
"Y'mine. Fuckin' got that?"
Tom’s mouth on him and God -- Deane would agree to just about anything. One hand tangled in dark strands while the other is managing to keep him half up on the bed because Dixon is ready to fall. To let go and just give into this crazy psycho. How did he even get here to begin with? The Cajun doesn’t quite have the answer as hips shift forward and fuck he’s so incredibly wet. Swallows hard around the lump in his throat and really it’s a matter of choices here -- scream bloody murder or bask in the moment since it isn’t fear that’s wringing up in his gut. Deane whines after a moment, falls back on the hardwood floor with a light thud because he doesn’t know what to do. Shouldn’t agree but Tom won’t give him more probably until he does. When lips part, the words come out in a moan --
“M’fuckin’ yers.”
“I’m going to go read a book with pictures.”
“We talkin’ ‘bout porn ‘r a magazine? ‘Cause count me in f’th’porn.”