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Your Swindle !!!! that piece you just posted has me grinning so much. I love this little menace... He's so cute in your style.
Oh Primus, He's getting a little ahead of himself. (And then he became the #1 bot on earth opening a maido cafè but with cybetronians XD)
YIPEEEEE COMIC!!
I love the small details about the Dealer: it doesn’t need to look directly into the shotgun for knowing the round or the fact it puts the handcuffs itself, I feel it’s kinda telling about the character huhu
Feel good ! - ellie williams
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★ content warning ! - dealer top!ellie , bottom!reader , AFAB reader , strong language , (18+) , fingering (r!recieving) , car sex , smoking , fwb ? likes and reblogs would be appreciated !
the sound of tapping went throughout your car as you waited for your dealer to show up.
(i cant)

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a rafe cameron one shot
c/w: dealer!rafe. rafe x fem!reader. pogue!rafe. mention of drugs.
⚠︎ english is not my first language so pls keep that in mind
the music was blasting too loudly, but that wasn't what really bothered you. it was the atmosphere of that place that gave you goosebumps. the air was heavy, you felt the stares of those shady-looking young men, that feeling that you didn't belong there.
you clutched the money in your hands as you asked about him.
“rafe,” said a boy you’d never seen before, “he’s back there.” he gave you a look, as if he were leering at your body. he let out a small, mocking laugh, then ushered you into the seedy place.
you walked down the narrow hallway, seriously doubting whether this had been a good idea. but to be honest, you needed to feel something, you needed something to help you forget a little bit of all the chaos that had been happening in your life recently.
you were expecting someone unpleasant, dirty, someone scary in the typical way. you weren't expecting at all to see a guy as handsome as he was.
rafe was comfortably reclining on the worn and old sofa, inhaling a little of his cigarette while looking at you incredulously.
he tilted his head slightly, studying you with a half-smile that was not friendly, but dangerous.
the room smelled of alcohol, smoke, and something else chemical. on the table in front of him were small envelopes, a haphazardly arranged white powder, and colored pills in an open jar.
you stood still in the doorway, shifting your weight slightly with a hint of anxiety. perhaps it was a bad idea to come wearing such a short skirt and looking so feminine, you thought.
"i think you've come to the wrong place," he says, stretching his arms out to the sides of the sofa, giving a nonchalant attitude. "this isn't a spa, ma'am."
"i've come to buy," you say, trying to sound as firm as possible.
he raises an eyebrow, scanning you a second time, "oh, really?" he leave the sofa to move a little closer to you, to appreciate you more closely. his scent of alcohol combined with an attractive perfume caresses your nose, "you don't seem like the type of girl who buys this stuff."
his gaze dropped to your hand where the money was, already crumpled from the nerves of having it so close.
"you know absolutely nothing about me, just give me what I'm looking for once," you frowned, already frustrated by the way he was treating you like a little girl.
"what manners," rafe said, walking towards the table and taking one of the envelopes. he took your hand and gently pushed it towards you with two fingers. "cocaine. clean. not the cheap shit they usually sell around here." he paused. "god, I hope you know what you're getting into."
you didn't answer, you gave him the money, without taking your eyes off his blue ones. "look at you," he murmurs, almost amused, "you don't even know how to hold money without your hand shaking."
grabbing the money roughly, he proceeded to count it slowly to make sure it was the exact amount, giving you the occasional mocking glance. "you can leave now," his sharp gaze shifted back to you, and to your cleavage. "i hope I don't see you around here again buying this shit."
you didn't feel able to move; the silence hung heavy before you both.
rafe turned around when he realized you were still there, "what?" he murmured, "don't you know where the door is?"
you clutched the now-vanished money in your hand, as if you still had it. "you told me to leave," you replied weakly, "not that I had to run."
he chuckles softly, shaking his head as he turns his gaze back to you. "look at that," he murmurs, "you can talk."
he moved dangerously close to you, unable to stop himself from taking a step back each time he got closer. your back almost touched the wall, your chest heaving up and down.
"i thought you'd run away when you saw what was on the table." his gaze lowered again, slowly, brazenly, before returning to your eyes. "but you're still here."
your breathing became shallower than before, "i have to go now" you said, but you didn't move, and neither did he.
rafe tilted his head slightly, watching you as if trying to decipher you... or break you. "no," he said softly, "you don't want to leave."
who were you kidding? you'd never wanted your clothes ripped off as much as you did at that moment. you hated the idea that he was already thinking about it.
his hand rested against the wall, right next to your head, preventing you from escaping, almost leaving you no room.
"you want to test how bad an idea i am?" he said almost in a whisper, and you felt your breath catch in your throat.
your pulse quickens, and unconsciously your gaze shamelessly drops to his lips; it was a grave mistake. because he had noticed, of course he had noticed.
it made his expression change; he looked hungry, he seemed thirsty, the way he was looking at you.
“careful,” he directs his hand toward your jaw, lifting it slightly with delicacy, “you won’t know how to get out of this.”
"i know what i'm doing" you're lying, you didn't know, not at all.
he let out a short laugh, looking at you in disbelief. you feel a little embarrassed, your cheeks instantly flushing. he brushes his hand against your jaw again, not entirely gently. "you're quite a handful, aren't you?"
but he couldn't bring himself to walk away, or even make you leave once and for all. the truth was, neither of them wanted to leave the other.
he leaned in slowly, and you instinctively closed your eyes as you felt his lips press a wet kiss to yours, occasionally with rough movements, but still delicate and full of lust. your tongues intertwined, him gently sucking on your lower lip. you melted at his touch, his hand still resting on your jaw, alongside his other free hand that occasionally squeezed your hip.
with great difficulty, he separates his lips from yours, leaving a thread of saliva that still keeps them joined. your breathing is still ragged, trying to catch your breath.
rafe was watching you intently, as if he were aware of your every move, wondering if you would run or stay longer.
you clearly had no intention of escaping.
rafe didn't move away completely, his breath constantly mingling with yours, uneven, but his gaze was colder now. more piercing.
"of course," he murmured, almost to himself, "i knew you weren't going to run away."
his thumb barely grazed your lower lip, wiping away the trace he himself had left. "that makes you look worse than I thought." what you said didn't sound like a complaint, it sounded like a warning.
"and you?" you whispered, your chest still rising and falling rapidly, "do you always kiss the girls who come to buy from you?"
a half-smile appeared on his face. "no," he replied, "only those who shouldn't be here for." his hand slowly lowered itself from your face, still maintaining the closeness between you. rafe stayed there, close enough that any movement would bring your bodies together again.
"i told you to leave," he added, more quietly, in a seductive tone of voice, "and here you are."
"you haven't stepped back either." what you said seemed to affect him a little. rafe let out a dry laugh, shaking his head, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. "you don't know what you're getting yourself into," he said again, but now it sounded different. less like a warning, more like something inevitable. his eyes returned to your lips for a second. then two.
"and yet you stay," you say, his hand returning to the wall, trapping you again, but this time a little slower and more deliberately. you notice his biceps, unable to resist the urge to discreetly bite your lower lip.
"the next time you walk through that door," he whispers in your ear, "it won't just be to buy." a shiver runs down your spine; you couldn't help but ask the obvious.
"so what for?" there was a pause, rafe tilted his head towards you, barely touching your cheek with his lips, without kissing you completely yet.
"for me." and this time, when he pulled away, it wasn't abrupt. It was even worse, because he left the space... like a kind of invitation. "i lied a while ago, i really hope to see you again." he moves much closer, a smile barely appearing on his face, despite having his erection pressed against your thighs at that moment, he thought it best to wait.
he winked at you, abruptly turned away to the small table, and scribbled his number on a crumpled piece of paper, gently placing it in your hand. your cheeks flushed, and you finally decided to leave that seedy place. you were looking forward to seeing him again the next day and finishing what you had started.
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This is Alastor's design from @allastoredeer, from their AU "RadioDealer"
I love this design. It has pretty much all my favorite colors in my favorite combinations.
I'm glad you liked it :).
(I just realized that, because he has four fingers, he looks like he's giving the middle finger to the viewer. Now I can't unsee it...)