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christian. thirty hitman closed RP blog for perilhq "FORGET ABOUT PRINCE CHARMING. GO FOR THE WOLF. HE CAN SEE YOU BETTER, HEAR YOU BETTER AND EAT YOU BETTER."

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babercthless:

Everything was different, she left —– RAN away from him and everything the  Anserini had to offer. It was SELFISH and hard to explain, it was like she did something wrong, it felt dirty and it SCARED her. At the time she was so in love but wanted to be something, she was good. She knew she was good. Every run she ever intercepted was a SUCCESS, people got out of bad situations and survived others because of it. There were so many time she just wanted to RUN from where she was and rejoin everything, work HARDER than she ever had before and beg for forgiveness. But there was always a little tick in the back of her mind telling her that she’d be DEAD if she even TRIED. Low profiles, fake names, and natural street SKILLS pushed her through. She didn’t want their REUNION to be like this, where it wasn’t her CHOICE to see him again.

Her breaths heavy but short, silently scoping out the room. Everything proceeded to be so SIMPLE, ears abruptly awoken by the sound of MUSIC, each tone pressing past the her ears, LISTENING to the waves that seemed to caress her SOUL and hold her tight. She knew what he was DOING, almost creating a distraction for what was REALLY going to happen in his court. They never needed privacy before, no, they were anywhere. Anything could happen, he was the BOSS and she didn’t mind. Somethings —– she even found his PROCEEDINGS to be romantic. There was not once soul in this world that swayed her as well as he did. In a sense it was PURE magic. But something seemed so clear to her, he wanted to be SLOWER, take his time and FEED his inner craving. Tonight he wanted to be SENSUAL.

Lips never stray away from his, not even as her back slid against the soft bedding beneath her tiny wraith, long gaunt digits LACING within his chocolate coloured tresses, gently TUGGING at the roots and slide her digits up to FEEL the silky smoothness each lock offered. Leaning up she presses a longing KISS against his forehead, arms idily holding her position before went down again, sweet hands languidly trailing down to to the BUTTON of his trousers and HOOKING her index within the loops, tugging him CLOSER. Slowly she unclasped the pants, FLICKING the button with her thumb before CRAWLING her palms to his back, TRACING small smooth circles as she bear a breath before whispering in  a needy mewl. “Please —— ! “

It was still hard for the man to process, the girl he loved back in his arms and back with him here, even under these circumstances that he couldn’t bring himself to think about as he allowed his hands to roam freely up her sides as he felt her hands weave through his hair. Ana, his Ana, and he kept whispering her name beneath bated breath as he moved his hands down her sides to slide her pants over her hips, fingers working the button on her jeans without pulling back from her skin as he tugged the fabric downwards. He pulled back enough to move to a kneeling position as he pulls her jeans off and tosses them to the floor, panties soon following as his hands roamed her thighs. He can feel his cock pressing against the fabric of his jeans and he ignores it, he has to. Christian knows that most men in his position would be all over her within seconds, but he wanted to savour this reunion with her, to give her a reunion that would still echo in her mind whilst with whoever she was with her next. His name would be the only one leaving her lips, he wanted to make sure of that. 

He smirks down at her breathless on the bed, mewling beneath him before he’s even done anything to her and he leans forward to slide his hands up her sides to remove her top, lifting it over her head so that she was almost naked beneath him. Hands roamed over her covered breasts, thumbs brushing over the lace and her skin as he pulled back once more to tug his own shirt impatiently over his head and throwing the fabric over his shoulder to join the pile that had formed on the floor of useless articles they would have no need for right then. “Please?” he echoed finally, and he moved his lips back to her neck, hand slipping down her stomach and to her sex, as his fingers trailed slowly through her velvety heat. Lips back at her neck, he nipped at her skin and back up to her ear. “My good girl remembers how to say please... tell me how much you missed me, baby girl.” he whispered between heated kisses down her neck as he slid a finger slowly inside her sex, followed by another as he began to slide his fingers in and out of her and brushed his thumb over her clit softly. 

He could feel each kiss to her body ease away some of the tension he’d been feeling lately, back within the arms of his girl, albeit for a brief amount of time as he began to pull back, though he kept his fingers sliding in and out of her as he knelt between her thighs once more and unzipped his jeans with his spare hand. He tugged them over his hips, using his feet to kick them towards the floor and he leant forward bringing his lips back to hers as he gripped her thigh and aimed his shaft towards her tight entrance. He kept his eyes on hers, lips still moving lightly against hers as he slowly entered her, groaning softly against her lips as he rocked his hips slowly against hers. 

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Christian was in a fowl mood, and it showed on his features as she stalked through the clubhouse, shoving anyone who dared moved too close or even look at him in a way that he deemed to be seeking trouble. One in particular caught his eye, and his eyes darkened as he crossed the room, closing the gap between them and grabbing him by his collar to shove him against the wall. He knew enough of the boy he’d grabbed to know that he’d been taken by Jesse, and that he was antagonising almost anyone he came into contact with. “You’re not supposed to be here.” he hissed, fingers curling around the man’s collar as he looked at him. 

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So maybe now is the time.

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officertash:

Of course she’d gotten used to it, how couldn’t she? After years of being kept here with Kai and everyone else, she got used to it very quickly. Not only that, but she enjoyed everyone here. A good part of them, rather. “Wait – ” She shifts in her chair, studying him closely incase this is some kind of joke but she can tell with how his tone has changed; his expression changing. “She’s back.” Natasha breathes out softly, her own features relaxing a little. “I take it she was forced back, huh? I’m sorry Christian.”

He didn’t know what it was, but he often felt that he could open up to Tash. He knew she wouldn’t tell anyone else, knew that the woman wasn’t likely to use it against him, and despite his reservations he managed to open up to her, even if it was just a little bit. At least, open up to her about his feelings for Ana, considering she’d been here when Ana was. “Yeah, she was.” he replied, and that stung too. He’d made it clear that he wanted to be the one to bring her in, not for the romantic notions that most people thought, more sinister thoughts running through his mind at the time. Now she was here, he was conflicted, broken. “Morgan brought her in.” his jaw clenched as he remembered their reunion, tucked away and hidden in his bedroom as if they had to hide. Reuniting himself with every inch of her, “She had a life, Tash. A real life.”

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myrcellajanes:

myrcella woke up in a dark room, she wasn’t quite sure how she’d gotten here, or what exactly had happened but for now she just wanted to get out. upon looking around the room though, she realized where she was and a groan escaped her lips. “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

"Nope.” leaning back in the chair he sighed as he had managed to get babysitting duty again. “Welcome to the back, princess.” he muttered, putting his feet up on the nearby table.

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andy-travis:

“you have fifteen seconds to tell me why you;re touching my stuff before I use it to strangle you.”

Looking up from the man’s things he rolled his eyes, “Calm yourself.” he muttered, “I lost my fuckin’ favourite switchblade. You seen it? It’s the red handled one.”

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rcdtears:

“Then you shouldn’t — !” He stopped, holding his tongue. As mad as he was, he knew pissing off one of them would just get him into more trouble. “Forget it. I wasn’t moping, anyways.”

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for an excuse to show a little discipline, tempted to beat the shit out of him. “Really, looked like you were moping.”

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monsieurlebeau:

“I slept fine. I was out like a light.” He replied as he crossed his arms. “You are following me afterall. And I what I’ve figured each of you are very particular on who you kidnapped.

"You think I kidnapped you, Mr. District Attorney?” he asked with a smirk, “I’m just walkin’, you just happen to be here. I didn’t take you, if that helps. Dunno why you’re here.” 

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socioisms:

– ♔ While she was an incredibly sexual person Claire didn’t sleep with many people, not unless she felt there was some kind of connection between them; take Jordan and Christian for example. The two men had always held a good, solid relationship with Claire, so to her it made a lot of sense to end up in bed with them. Yet, she can’t quite recall the last time she actually slept with Christian, perhaps this made it the perfect time to do just that then. “Don’t be such a tease.” Mutterance comes from painted lips, cobalt orbs studying every inch of newly exposed skin he has to fofer her, before she’s removing her jeans easily.

However that is all she lets fall from her form in favor of closing the distance between them once more, entangling herself with him as arms lift to wrap around his neck and she’s pushing up to try and close the height between them; attempting to at least. Heated kisses spread across the column of his neck, hum pressing between each kiss as she goes; content. “Come on, Christian.” Egging words as she continues her ministrations and then; “Take CONTROL.”

He chuckled as she called him a tease, he was a tease when the mood hit him, getting women going before disappearing or the worst, leading a man on only to reveal that he was straight before the night was over. That was fun, and he usually then took great delight in telling them that there was no hope in hell they were getting near his dick, it was always good to see a broken person crying but when they were rejected it was even better to watch the confidence fade into dejection fast. He needed no further prompting to take control, her lips against his neck causing the man to growl lightly as he moved his hands over her sides, down to the back of her bare thighs and he lifted her up, pressing her roughly against the wall as he pins her there with his hips, hands trailing back up her sides to remove her shirt and lift it over her head before his lips were back at hers. 

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babercthless:

They were so STRONG back then, they found POWER within one another, gathered comfort in the TOUCH shared by flesh. He was BRILLIANT, and kind. Nobody could EVER believe it but there was something so HUMAN about him, so delicious and sweet. Every time she felt weak there was a STRENGTH that brought her back together, nestled between his arms.The times they shared felt OVERWHELMING now, causing a swift swelling within her heart and  BETWEEN her thighs. Her knees felt shaky causing a rift in the stature of, nearly BUCKLING with anticipation. All she wanted to do was FEEL him touch her, control her BODY in the wondrous ways he USED to. 

The minx in her grows with CONFIDENCE, untangling her lithe digits from within the fabric of his shirt and palms PRESSED slowly against his abdomen, TRAVELING to the outer linings of his ribs, and exploring the missed canvas of his frame. There was something so SERENE about him, even though he was EXPLOSIVE. Every caress lined over her flesh, made memories flash in her mind like the light of FIREWORKS. They’ve been here before, their bodies entwined in this very corridor, LACED within each other’s DESIRES. It was all she needed at the time. There was a small HITCH in her chest, teeth CLENCHED together to avoid the squeak threatening to escape her. It was like electricity with his touch. She started tugging him closer, hiding her HEATED flesh against his chest, avoiding the passive stares from their intrigued audience. 

 Right now, Christian felt so FAMILIAR yet so far away, like EVERYTHING had JUST happened but it’s been years since. Lips plump out, a firm pout coiling over LONGING features, curling digits grab his shoulders and CLING to the his frame. She inhaled, hard, listening as the words felt like a KNIFE stabbing her heart, head shakes, taking in his scent, and eyes widen with a gilded softness. “Please don’t think of it like that— I did something with the time I was GIVEN. I made discoveries, and saw the WORLD. I didn’t leave to HURT you.” People don’t leave gangs, especially if they wee BORN into it. Ana spent hours questioning how everything would WORK, if he was even stable enough to just LIVE among the normal populous. His lips made her’s tingle, a small MEWL cooing, ankles locked just above his midsection, arms WRAPPED around his neck as her lips LINGER over his as she nods eagerly, CLUTCHING him closer to her frame, afraid to let go. 

It didn’t take LONG before he settled in his foot steps, her face was hidden within the crook of his neck and she peaked up, BLINKING eyes gazing around the updated vicinity. 

A light growl passes the man’s lips as he feels her hands brush across his abdomen, her tough bringing forth all the memories of desire and lust he had always held for her as he tightens his grip on her thighs and carries her through the clubhouse and up to his room. He’s beyond caring at whether he’ll be seen at this point, he wants to just spend some time with the one person that’s truly cared about him. Who could see beyond the monster created by the Falcone brothers, and life in the Anserini, and see more then just a thug that took what he pleases without thought for the consequences. Like with the kidnapped girls he’d terrorised in the attic just days before, on orders, he’d become so lost in that Christian that he barely knew who he was anymore, just going through the motions of the day to day. But with Ana, it was like memories of another life, another person, came flooding back. 

Now, with his bedroom door closed to the rest of the clubhouse he felt as if they were a million miles away as he began to play some music so that people wouldn’t come in. They knew better to in general, but he equally didn’t want people figuring out that he was there with Ana. This was private, for once, between them and only them. Before she left, he would’ve forced her to her knees, unbuckled his belt and made her go down on him in a way that only she seemed to know how to do, her mouth making him go so weak at the knees at the mere thought. Yet, today he wanted to take his time with her, reminding himself of every inch. Studying each part of her like she was a masterpiece, or her body was a blank canvas for him to leave his mark on her, and he gently placed her down on the floor. 

Arms still looped around her waist, he wasted no time in slipping his fingers beneath the fabric of her shirt, lips trailing down the column of her throat as he slowly trailed them down her collarbone, “Ana...ana...” her name rolling easily off his tongue, as if trying it out and realising he loved it as his hands freely roamed her frame. He didn’t care about the fiance, about anyone else, all he cared about in that moment was that she was back with him, back where she belonged. He backed her up to the bed, and as her legs connected with the frame he held her as she fell backwards, coming on top of her as he continued to kiss her, as if committing her taste to memory. 

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officertash:

If people would just listen and COMPLY with their wishes, it would make things a hell of a lot easier in the long run. But with everything Natasha knows? It won’t go that way, not until they’re BROKEN down, or something sparks and they realize how damn foolish they’re being. “It’s on them.” She mutters before looking back to him, offering a small smile of sorts. “Enough of that – you glad to be back? I’m sure the hit went well, you always do a good job.”

“It’s on them? My my my how you’ve gotten used to it here.” he replied with a grin, sometimes wishing that all the people they took could be like that. He leant back against the kitchen counter, half smirk still playing on his lips. “It was quick, easy. You’d have thought given how many people were after him that he’d have the thoughts to lie low, but nope. Partyin’ up as if he was a free man, took no time at all.” it had disgusted him really, the man. But he didn’t let that on, “It’s.... weird, being back. Ana’s here.”

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bcrutals:

“Oh, such a scary threat.” She said with a roll of her eyes. “That’s going to be hard to do when I’m not around. Guess you’ll just have to find someone else to piss off.” Dahlia told him, moving to walk past him. If she wanted to avoid getting herself into trouble, she needed to get far away from him.

As she moved to pass him by, two things happened in quick succession. Firstly his hand darted out to grab her by the arm to stop her from leaving him, and second, the switchblade he usually kept on him appeared from it’s home within his jeans pocket, blade shining ominously as he held it steady so she could see he wasn’t joking. “I’d love to see how you cope without your tongue darling,”

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bcrutals:

She almost laughed at his words. “Please, you, a gentleman? We both know that’s far from the truth.” Valeria pointed out, shaking her head. The smirk never left her lips as she leaned towards him, only inches away from him now. “Why don’t you show me?”

The challenge to show her has the male smirking as he shifts a little to face her, and his hand trails up her collarbone to her neck to bring her forward and close that last small gap between them and he kisses her softly, teasingly. His tongue darts out to tease and taste her flesh, as his hand trails back down her waist and his hands grip her thighs to shift their positions laying her on her back along the couch as he hovered over her, body brushing up against her as he begins to trail soft kisses down her jawline to her neck. 

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babercthless:

Every touch, every GRAZE his soft flesh pressed to her’s pushed her a little CLOSER to the edge, THREATENING to sink her every desire into his WHIM. She NEVER thought that she’d be back here NOT ever. Her plan was to leave ALL of this behind, to get out of the CITY and travel for school, become a PROGRAMMER. There was no way in HELL, she ever THOUGHT that he’d leave this life, NOT for her. A low, almost STIFLED breath flourished, the HEAT dancing across his MAW as she finally lifted her gaze, PEAKING past thick lashes and she could SEE in his eyes, nothing was HIDDEN. 

The question that bore his lips sent SHIVERS down the length of her spine, visually SHAKEN before casting her hazel pools FAR from his line of vision. “Of COURSE I didn’t Christian. There isn’t a day that’s PAST where I hadn’t wondered where you WERE, if you ever THOUGHT of me.” She shook her head, CURLING slender digits within the hem of his shirt, TUGGING his frame closer to hers, yearning to feel HIM against her. She had to TELL him. There was no way around he, he would’ve FOUND out sooner or later. A soft sigh pushes, leaning her head back, just ENOUGH to look at him RIGHT in the eyes. “But you KNOW that I wouldn’t have been able to come back here. Not the way we BOTH would have WANTED. —– I had to MOVE on Christian.” A shaky hand traces over her RING finger, a small UNTANNED line showing over her flesh, showing him in a way, without SAYING the words. “I thought I’d NEVER see you again.”

Hearts fluttering in SHATTERED beats, drumming against he RIBCAGE and threatening to break the walls to FLING itself against his chest  as her back PRESSES against the COLD cement, battling temperature as her body feels ENGULFED with flames with him AGAINST her. It was so HARD, having to explain the REASONS why she did the things she did. The things that HURT him, and it was PAINFUL, she never wanted to hurt him. No she never even wanted to leave but for her LIFE to be something other than a GANG’S little coding PET she needed to LEAVE, never to LIVE her life. “I needed to have a LIFE for myself, I couldn’t just be here doing the SAME things until I DIED, I had to get out of here. This isn’t an ENVIRONMENT for a FAMILY to grow together. I NEEDED so much more than this.” 

As always with Ana, he was gone to any other feelings then needing her, fingers tangling themselves into silky locks as he pressed her against the wall, lips moving against her with more need, more want then they had before and he knows that the only thing holding him back from having her there and then is the mere fact that they were in a room with others. Not that being in public had stopped him before, especially with her, considering there had once been a time where they hadn’t been able to go anywhere without him being able to to keep his hands off her. Memories of shoving her into barely darkened corners and fucking her until he had to silence her screams with his lips to avoid detection. 

When she admitted to still loving him, he felt the familiar stirrings in his chest that only she seemed to provoke in him, the rumblings of life in a long thought dead heart as her fingers tangling in his shirt has him trailing his hands down the body that he knows better then his own, brushing across the fabric of her pants, slipping beneath the waistband as his fingers brush up against her sex, most feelings of hating her momentarily forgotten as he revels in the thought that at least she had been thinking of him. Yet, he knew it wouldn’t last, the pale band circling her finger enough to remind him that whatever she said she’d still moved on. Who was he though? Eyes darkened slightly, and he’s already contemplating looking up this person. Though, it wouldn’t be good for whoever it was when he finally finds them. 

Her words again bringing him back to the present though, “So... you just left.” he replied quietly, and though he doesn’t say it, he knew then that if she had mentioned leaving he might’ve considered it. Though a might was never a definite yes with him. He somewhat understood why she didn’t Despite everything that she’d just said, his hand had remained where it was, brushing against the soft folds of Ana’s sex. Fuck, he had missed it, missed HER and he knows his restraint has long gone out the window as he briefly looks over his shoulder, anyone who had been watching quickly dropping their gaze as they pretended not to notice how he casually pinned her to the wall. Returning his gaze to Ana’s, he kissed her more fervently, teeth clamping over her lower lip as he slipped his hand back from beneath the waistband of her pants and his hands move to grip her thighs as he lifts her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist as he continues to press his lips against hers, “Come upstairs with me.” he mutters between kisses, and he moves down her jawline, to her neck, kissing along the skin as he presses his hips against hers to show her how much he’s missed her.