Some Jackienat 4 Everyone.. Posting This Here Too Cause I Wanna 😝😝 More To Come Soon Perchance….

we need more pervert rhiannon

nsfw content so mdni! also maybe some book!rhiannon references + knife play, role play, etc. etc.

pervert!rhiannon who leaves her phone recording on the nightstand when she knows you’ll be alone in her house to hear the little sounds you make when you think no one’s listening. she doesn't expect much, perhaps the rustle of sheets or the clink of her mug in your hand. what rhiannon does not expect is the faint creak of her mattress and the shuffle of clothes being pushed aside, followed by your quiet moans.

pervert!rhiannon who keeps the file saved and plays it back later, in bed, legs spread and one hand between them, phone to her ear.

on that note: pervert!rhiannon who lowkey gets off on knowing exactly what you’re doing even when she’s not there. she has your schedule and routes memorized.

pervert!rhiannon who thinks about how much she wants to unzip you from your own skin, not with the intention of hurting you, just to see & understand. to have proof that your insides are just as pretty, just as hers, as the rest of you.

pervert!rhiannon who loves denying you what you want. she’ll have you crying for it, tied to the bed and begging with a vibrator or her fingers pressed against your clit. with every whine and shudder, she’ll just smile and press harder.

pervert!rhiannon who makes you repeat after her while you come: “i belong to you”, “i’m yours”, “no one else gets this.”…she needs to hear it, have the words echoing in her ears while you fall apart underneath her even when she’s the one giving it to you.

pervert!rhiannon who touches herself in your bed when you’re not home, wearing your clothes and whispering your name into the pillow.

pervert!rhiannon who humps your pillow and later presses your face into the stain she’s left on it while she fucks you from behind.

i’ve definitely mentioned this before but: pervert!rhiannon who steals your underwear every time she has the chance. she sniffs them, presses the fabric to her face, then touches herself with them tucked between her thighs, thinking about what you smell and feel like, rubbing against her.

pervert!rhiannon who likes to leave her panties in your bag, your coat pocket, your car…places you’ll find them when she’s not around.

pervert!rhiannon who wants to know and understand what every sound you make means. she’ll edge you for hours to memorize the pitch of every gasp, every breathless whimper, so she can recreate it exactly, on command.

pervert!rhiannon who fantasizes and touches herself to the thought of hurting people who hurt you. she’s followed people home for less and there’s no world where someone slights you and doesn’t end up in her mental kill list.

pervert!rhiannon who spits on your cunt before she fucks you. “such a pretty thing,” she breathes softly, eyes fixated on your clit as she rubs her spit across it, then dips her fingers inside to pump it into you, moaning like she can can feel your walls clamping down on her.

pervert!rhiannon who gets jealous of your vibrator LMAOO. she’ll let you use it, sure, though only if she’s the one holding it. she’ll laugh at you if you cum too fast and edge you again, slower. “you finish when i say you do,” rhiannon murmurs, hand between your thighs. “not when a stupid toy tells you to”

pervert!rhiannon who gets off on performing with the strap. not just fucking you, but watching your face while she does it: mirror on the wall, your back arched, rhiannon behind you, one hand curled up in your hair, the other guiding her cock like it’s hers, not just a toy. she slams into you hard enough to make your breath hitch while she tells you to look at her in the reflection. (pervert!rhiannon who jerks herself off with the strap before she fucks you…?)

pervert!rhiannon would definitely buy one of those cum filled straps. she gets off on the fantasy of breeding you, on the illusion of filling you with something that’s hers. she’ll coo when you whimper under her, holding your legs up and apart while she fucks you with something too big. “gotta stretch you open if you want to carry for me, don’t i?” she says with mock-sweetness. “you feel that? fuck, you’d be so pretty full of me”

pervert!rhiannon who wants to fill you up and leave it in and watch you leak. she’ll hold your thighs open, thumb rubbing where it drips out. “you’re going to keep it in, aren’t you? be a good girl and keep me in” other times, she’ll keep the strap in for hours, taping the toy to your thigh, tying your legs shut around it, or just leave it there, watching you squirm. “don’t spill,” she says, licking her lips. “you owe me that.”

pervert!rhiannon who watches you shower and pushes you against the tiles once she can’t keep her hands off you anymore. she likes the inconvenience of it; the heat of the hot water, the wet slap of skin, your gasps and how you flail for balance. “couldn’t wait,” she mutters against your neck, strap already pushing in as she inhales your scent. “you looked too good. couldn’t fucking wait.”

pervert!rhiannon who points out all the places she could hurt you in the most soothing voice imaginable. “here,” she rasps, kissing your collarbone. “here,” another kiss, this time against your hip. “and here,” her mouth hovers over your pulse. “do you trust me?”

pervert!rhiannon who holds your wrists down with one hand and presses the blade of her knife against your tongue with the other. “taste it,” she instructs.

pervert!rhiannon who kisses you with blood on her hands. not always yours, not always hers. she won’t say where it came from, and you don’t ask. it doesn’t matter whose it is, she’ll make you suck it from her digits anyway, or smear it across your cheeks. (also!! sub!pervert!rhiannon, anyone…? who begs to be called good girl with blood all over her after getting back home from a kill…? “tell me i’m good,” she’ll beg. “please tell me i’m good”)

period sex with pervert!rhiannon…..? she doesn’t care if you’re on your period, in fact, she likes it when she can smell or taste it when she kisses you after eating you out. rhiannon will make you lay back with your legs open to watch the blood drip down your thighs. and when she goes down on you, she makes a mess on purpose until her nose, chin and cheeks are covered in crimson.

you know the drill but….pervert!rhiannon who loves roleplay.“play dead,” she once said, straddling you with the strap already pressing into your stomach. “i’ll tell you when to wake up.” (book reference…)

pervert!rhiannon who fucks you with the hilt of her knife. that’s it, that’s the thought.

sophie n saying how much she’s learned from the cast, then says how opposite she is from sophie t and that she fascinates her.

ellie, who unexpectedly orgasms as she’s strapping you.

you thought something was off by how sloppy she was handling your hips, her fingers twitching impulsively and the thrusts of the silicone in your cunt is faltering. maybe her stamina is no longer, or maybe she’s just not into you.

but you hear her exhale shakily, her choked up breaths. people usually tried missionary first, but not ellie - she wanted to see you ride it reverse cowgirl, watch your ass from behind in doggy, and she wanted to hear you cry out speed-bump style.

but she’s on top of you now, your lower back angled comfortably on a sweaty pillow, legs hanging off the edge of the mattress.

“fuck.. fuck.. fuck—“ she whimpers silently to herself, and your glossed eyes are fluttering open. you’ll call out her name with difficulty, ellie?

that intangible pleasure in your cunt she used to hit with ease is starting to subside, but it doesn’t matter, because your core is tightening when you see her fucked-out expression. her lids shut, eyebrows arched in ecstasy and my god, williams.. it looks like you’re the one getting fucked.

the constant rocking has been stimulating her poor, swollen clit. and suddenly provoking her orgasm, her hips are twitching like crazy, whimpering exhales sloppily seeping from her lips.

“are you fucking coming?” you gasp jaggedly, feeling the silicone burrow deeply into your hole in these random and unanticipated twitches.

you’ll cup her face, and her skin is piping hot, melting into your sweaty palms. her eyes are closed, and even when they are fluttering, you can only see the pleasured whites of her eyes.

“mm—fuck-‘m sorry, i’m sorry baby-ah—..” she whimpers, too embarrassed to open her eyes fully for you to see her shameful irises, dilated pupils that are so selfish.

she’s using her remaining momentum to sporadically thrust into your soaked slit, encouraging those last ruffles of her rupturing orgasm, humming low and guttural as she does so. “felt so good—fuck, pussy feels so good, baby—“ she exhales breathlessly, her parted lips against your chest.

you can feel the hot air on your skin, condensation melting into the pores.

she tries to continue, for your sake, for your enjoyment. but it’s too much, oversensitivity that has her trembling like a loser; her arms are quivering as they try to hold her up. “i can’t-can’t go anymore—“ she whines, her measly thrusts forcing her clit into overdrive.

just the smallest tap has her overwhelmed. but you’re not satisfied, she knows this.

“keep going.” you demand, determined eyes maintaining a solid gaze at her own, your palms still framing her jaw. “i need to come too.”

and when she pauses, eyes glassy with the overbrimming bliss, you dip her face lower. her ear inches away from your lips, and you whisper with a callous hue. “you talked so much fucking game, so fuck me until i come. is that so much to ask?”

“i can’t-i can’t, it’s too—“ she tries to defend herself, tries to ignore the constant contracting of her hole; the rigorous pulsing of her tormented bud. but you’re quick to deflate it.

“it’s always about you, huh, ellie?” you murmur, slowly rutting your hips against the silicone. she can hear the challenge in your voice, the way you diminish her, the humiliating wetness of her slick.

and she loves it.

“stop being so selfish, and fuck me.” you order, your arms sprawling out to your sides - because you want her to put the work in, make the same mess of you as she did herself.

and she will. she’ll whine, she’ll beg, she’ll plead. it’s too much, i can’t, please baby as she fucks into you like you deserve. the veins in her hands prominent as she tries to keep herself steady, the definition in her abdomen from the clenching, and the pitiful way she’s crying out. whimpering for breath, a pleasured tear landing on your collarbone.

but she fucks you good, and you’re grateful for it.

some jackienat 4 everyone.. posting this here too cause i wanna 😝😝 more to come soon perchance….

call me akilah the way all my goats are dead 💔🕊️

waiting for someone to make a fic where isha lives happily ever after fr bc i can not take this im tweaking

drunken caitvi at da club……….

more of my jackienat amberprice agenda……. FOLLOW ME ON TWT FOR ME ORE PLZ…. @lepehart

The Other Side of Paradise

10) El Sin Nombre

Cross posted from AO3

Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch.5, Ch.6, Ch.7, Ch.8, Ch.9, Ch.10, Ch.11

You try to make the best of your life working at a small bakery in a city with rising cartel violence. One slower day, a man starts harassing your coworker. Despite the obvious threat, you stand up to him anyway. Unbeknownst to you, Valeria just so happened to be there to witness it.

A/N- All chapters containing smut will be labeled mature. The fic is fully written with the whole thing on AO3 but chapters on Tumblr will be posted one a day.

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Dual POV, Happy Ending, Plot with Porn, Graphic Violence, Inappropriate Use of a Knife, Masturbation, WLW

Valeria fixes a few wayward strands of hair and studies her face in the mirror. She's going to visit you tonight. You'll probably be upset over being ignored for weeks but Valeria isn't all that worried about it. Once she's satisfied with her appearance she turns and walks into the foyer, colleting her keys and exiting the house. She gets into her car and begins her journey into the more populated part of the city. Down to Ila's. The drive is peaceful and calm, it's not sweltering anymore, and the air feel refreshing.

At the halfway mark, her work phone begins to ring. Just the sound of it is already setting her nerves ablaze. Valeria thinks it may be time to change the ringtone before she just decides to chuck to stupid thing against the nearest wall. She pulls over and answers.

"What?" Valeria's voice is loud and grating, even to her own ears.

"We have him ready for you." Diego replies calmly. "We gathered some of his men too." Of course they did. She has a choice to make. She could either turn around and make her way to Diego's, or she could continue on her path to you.

"I have other business to attend to right now." She says coldly. "I'll be there shortly."

Valeria hangs up and resumes driving. She parks right outside the bakery and frowns. It's dark inside. She gets out to investigate. Walking right up the glass doors and cupping her hands to peer in. It's deserted. No one is inside. She backs away frowning. Unusually but not necessarily alarming. Valeria will just have to find you at your house. She turns around and walks back to her car with purpose. She gets in and drives down the quiet streets. Something at the back of her mind tells her something isn't right. Quite a few shops are closed when they're normally open.

The convivence store beneath your apartment remains open, however. Valeria's nerves are a little soothed by the bright white florescent lights. Valeria parks and gets out. Walking up the stairs to your apartment slowly. She stands in front of your door and waits a few moments before knocking softly. She shifts her expression into something kinder and humbler. There are a few seconds of silence before she hears faint movement inside. The door cracks open and you peer out at her. You don't greet her with your usual friendly smile.

"Hey." Valeria murmurs. She looks at you closely. Looking for any menial shifts in your eyes or eyebrows.

"Hey." Your voice is flat. Perhaps even slightly hostile.

Valeria leans against the railing.

"I'm sorry." She whispers. Sounding miserable. It has the desired effect as your face seems to soften. Even the slope of your shoulders seems to get less harsh. "I'm sorry for avoiding you." She says. Taking a cautious step forward.

"Why'd you do that?" You ask finally. She easily picks up on the hurt in your voice. Valeria takes some time to mull over her words.

"I was worried you'd think less of me and leave after I... opened up to you." She sighs. "So, I left first." She relaxes when she sees how much you're eating up her excuse. You open the door.

"I don't." You blink at her. 'I care about you." Your delivery is awkward, like you aren't used to expressing affection. You look and sound honest though.

Valeria smiles softly. That went even easier than she thought it would.

"Do you want to come in?" You ask. Valeria would like to come in. She'd just love to take a look at your personal space. To see how it is you live. She can't though. She has other business to attend to.

"I can't tonight." Valeria replies regretfully. Your face betrays your obvious disappointment. "How about I come over tomorrow night?" She murmurs. You smile, looking receptive to the idea.

"Sure, I'd like that."

Valeria is in a marginally better mood when she reaches Diego's villa. There's a renewed vigor in her step as she walks through the fancy front doors and down the hall to the basement. Three men are tied to some chairs. Sacs hung over their heads. Two of the bodies are unnaturally still. Clearly having been interrogated by one of her Sicarios. She approaches the still breathing one and tugs off the sac, revealing the corporal. His dark brows are furrowed with anger and distress.

"What is this?" He asks hoarsely. "We had a deal, why are me and my men down here?" He has the audacity to sound mad. As if he has no clue who he's talking to.

Valeria wastes no time in correcting his insolent behavior with a back hand. His cheek bones are hard against her knuckles, but she pays no mind to the dull sting. She glowers at him, about to speak when Deigo comes in.

"Valeria, there's one more, a gringo." She stands straight. Wondering who it could be. She walks to the side of one of the occupied chairs.

"Bring him in." She gestures. Deigo turns and leads a man in. He's wearing one of the British SAS uniforms and has the dumbest haircut she's seen on a soldier.

"hm. Sit down." She nods her head towards the now vacant chair.

He does a considerably good job of concealing his nerves but the stiffness in his movements gives him away. He walks over and slowly and sits down. Valeria circles around him to stand by Diego. Narrowing her eyes at him.

"Quién?" She asks.

"Su nombre es jabón," He replies, smirking slightly. "Él vino a nosotros." Valeria scoffs, amusement temporarily overriding her irritation.

"jabón?" She sneers. "No mames." She quickly refocuses and gives Diego a look. "Y lo dejaste entrar?" She silently moves behind him as he repsonds. Hot anger coiling through her arteries.

"Dice que tiene información-" Valeria cuts him off by violently slamming her foot into the back of his knee. He grunts as he's forced down and Valeria quickly pulls a knife to his throat. Angered by his stupidity.

"No lo conocemos y nos ha visto la cara!" She hisses. Glaring at Soap.

It's like Diego doesn't have a fucking brain. Why didn't he consult her before allowing him inside?

"Valeria..." He says softly. Trying to placate her. "Necesitamos información de inteligencia que pueda ayudarnos." She regards him coldly. His idiocy will not go unpunished.

"Será mejor que lo mate o que después de que lo mate, tú estarás en esa silla la próxima." She mutters into his ear before shoving him away. She walks into the center to address the corporal and Soap. "This is simple, I ask questions," She stares at Soap. "and you answer truthfully."

She turns to the corporal.

"Recently... we were protecting a friend in the mountains." She says calmly. "Someone attacked us. Who?" She doesn't blink as she stares him down. He shifts uncomfortably under her scrutiny.

"There was so much happening... I-I didn't see." He says gravely. Her scowl darkens at his useless answer. Even if he's not to blame she might just kill him anyway. "I think it was a rival cartel." She stares for a few seconds longer before abruptly turning to Soap.

"Your turn, white boy." She says. "Who attached us?" The man stares back, his expression serious.

"It wasn't cartel." She picks up on a Scottish accent. "It was Mexican Special Forces." Valeria's smile is hostile. The corporal is a moron. She turns her head to look him in the eye.

"Now, why would an outsider know it was the special forces?" She questions him. She knows the Scott is probably working with them, but there were bodies. How did it slip his radar?

The corporal's expression falters.

"We- we heard yelling in English." He stammers. "There were outsiders there."

"American PMCs." Soap interjects. "Shadow Company." Los Vaqueros are working with mercenaries. How sad that they can't do their own dirty work.

"I told you." The corporal snaps. "There were outsiders." Annoyance flares up inside of Valeria. Obviously, there were outsiders. She guessed that before he even said it and yet he's acting smug.

"Can you even prove this Shadow Company exists?" She snaps back Rounding on him. He goes silent but Soap pipes up yet again.

"Reach into my pocket."

Valeria reaches in and feels something made of felt. A patch by the size of it. She pulls it out and investigates it. A spade. Sure enough it says Shadow Company. She leans down. Getting right in his face.

"Who leads it?"

'Phillip Graves." Diego chuckles and mutters something behind her.

"What does Graves want?" She asks.

"The other missiles." He replies without hesitation. Valeria leans back. How does he know about the other missiles?

"You can't trust him!" The corporal snarls. His voice hitching. "He could-" Valeria turns and smacks him upside the head again.

"You have told us nothing!" She snaps.

The corporals attitude shifts as he realises where this is going. He begins to plead for his life before being cut off by a bullet to the head from Diego. She'll make sure someone more competent replaces him. She walks up to Soap and cuts him free.

"Well done." She mutters. She turns and walks towards the exit, beckoning Deigo and Soap. She walks down the curving hallway into the elevator and watched Diego shove Soap in. Deigo presses the button for the penthouse.

"When do I get to see El Sin Nombre?" He asks. Glaring at Valeria as though he's owed a reward for his honesty.

"Don't worry," She coos mockingly. "I have a feeling El Sin Nombre will be very interested in talking to you." The elevator doors open on the second floor and Diego shoos him out to wait.

The doors close and Diego and Valeria continue their way up. Now that they know who's involved dealing with them will be so much easier. Just because she's in a good mood she'll grant Soap this last wish. It's the least she can do. First, she needs to relay this information back to Hassan and reassure him that everything will go as planned. She and Diego get off on the top floor and part ways. Valeria heads into one of the offices to make an important phone call.

She takes out her work phone and dials Hassan. Waiting for the phone to connect. It stops dialing, the other end is silent, but she knows the call connected.

"We have everything under control." She says. "We figured out who attached you and we'll be dealing with it, don't worry."

"... What about the missiles?" Hassan asks gruffly. Valeria paces as she talks.

"The shipment will arrive as scheduled." She reassures him. One of her soldiers burst into the room.

"Jefe! We need to move-" She puts a hand over the phone.

"Do not interrupt me while I am working!" Valeria hisses. "If there's a problem, solve it."

She's about to say more when the door is kicked open. Her instincts kick in and she flees, flanked by a few of her men. She grabs a turtleneck and tactical vest and slips them off before running up towards the roof. She hears gunfire behind her and hopes it's her men winning. She won't be sticking around to find out. She bursts through the doors. The sight of a helicopter closing in makes her slow. It's not one of hers.

"Get on your knees." A male voice calls through an intercom. She curls her lip in disgust.

"I kneel for no one!" She snarls. Although she knows there's no getting out of this.

"A bullet will make you kneel."

If she wants to keep any hope of escaping after this then she'll need all her limbs intact and unharmed. She slowly gets to her knees. The cement digging into the thin skin through her jeans.

"Atta girl." The heli lands as Soap and Alejandro come up from the stairwell. Alejandro is wearing one of the suits worn by her men. Explains how he snuck Soap in, she supposes.

"El Sin Nombre." He greets her grimly. Walking behind her to cuff her.

"Mi nombre es Valeria." She says defiantly. Alejandro lurks in the corner of her vision. A man drops down from a hanging ladder. Smiling.

"Hiding in plain sight." He remarks. She laughs at that but there's no amusement in it.

"Hiding? I'm everywhere, soldier." She scoffs. Glaring at him.

"That's good, so are we." He replies before Soap pushes her towards the helicopter, and she begrudgingly complies. She awkwardly steps up and climbs inside. Turning and facing Alejandro for the first time in years. She revels in the betrayed look on his face before she's pushed inside out of sight.

stop now

no cause jackie probably thought her and shauna would eventually make up and shauna would be there in the morning apologizing like after all their fights, so when she fell asleep she was calm and thought everything would be okay