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Sep. 17th, 2024 03:59 pm[OOC: For TFLN overflow and the like.]
Daddy's Home
Nov. 16th, 2016 02:35 pmIt had been, without a doubt, the very last thing anyone would have expected Deckard Shaw, hardened criminal and internationally wanted killer, to do. But when Namine had fallen almost literally into his life, something inside of him had demanded that he take the young girl in and make her his unofficial ward. Certainly, the authorities would have preferred the term "kidnapped", but he knew he was giving Namine a far easier, more comfortable life than she would have found in any governmental system.
Even if he did have certain demands in return.
He'd texted ahead to let Namine know he was coming home from a job and that he expected everything to be as he required if she was "a good little girl". That meant that the small, but expensively furnished, well secluded house was clean and in order, that Namine was groomed and dressed as he liked, and was waiting and ready to service whatever needs he had on arriving. Sometimes that meant a meal, other times a bath, but most of the time, it meant she needed to be prepared to offer her body to "Daddy". What made the system work so well, Shaw knew, is that he knew Namine liked things exactly that way.
Locking the front door behind him, he announced his arrival. "Darling, I'm home!" he called out, then headed up to the master bedroom where he expected to find his little girl.
Even if he did have certain demands in return.
He'd texted ahead to let Namine know he was coming home from a job and that he expected everything to be as he required if she was "a good little girl". That meant that the small, but expensively furnished, well secluded house was clean and in order, that Namine was groomed and dressed as he liked, and was waiting and ready to service whatever needs he had on arriving. Sometimes that meant a meal, other times a bath, but most of the time, it meant she needed to be prepared to offer her body to "Daddy". What made the system work so well, Shaw knew, is that he knew Namine liked things exactly that way.
Locking the front door behind him, he announced his arrival. "Darling, I'm home!" he called out, then headed up to the master bedroom where he expected to find his little girl.
Hurt/Comfort [for ammapreaker]
Oct. 12th, 2016 10:02 pmWell, that was not the best day I've ever had, Deckard Shaw thought as he half-stumbled through the door of his London apartment-- at least, the one he was renting for the time being.
Fucking Hobbs and his team had nearly got him four hours ago. He'd led the man and his team on the usual merry chase through the city, and had nearly gotten away without a scratch until Hobbs had rammed his car into a goddamn wall. They'd traded punches for a while until a lucky break in the shape of his gas tank exploding gave him a chance to get away and find one of the under-the-table doctors he knew of to patch him up.
Deckard winced as he slowly shrugged his way out of his leather jacket, his body screaming in protest at the movement. With the garment off, it was much easier to see the way his shirt had been cut away in order to bandage some kind of wound on his upper right arm. The rest of the shirt was dirty and streaked with sweat and blood, some of it his. Even his face was smudged, and he smelled faintly of smoke and gasoline. Gingerly, he pushed off his boots, and slowly made his way toward the couch.
"Amma? Sweetheart?" he called out into the apartment, trying to keep his voice from betraying the pain he was feeling, but it was a pretty stupid move, since the girl would see what kind of shape he was in once she came out of her room.
Fucking Hobbs and his team had nearly got him four hours ago. He'd led the man and his team on the usual merry chase through the city, and had nearly gotten away without a scratch until Hobbs had rammed his car into a goddamn wall. They'd traded punches for a while until a lucky break in the shape of his gas tank exploding gave him a chance to get away and find one of the under-the-table doctors he knew of to patch him up.
Deckard winced as he slowly shrugged his way out of his leather jacket, his body screaming in protest at the movement. With the garment off, it was much easier to see the way his shirt had been cut away in order to bandage some kind of wound on his upper right arm. The rest of the shirt was dirty and streaked with sweat and blood, some of it his. Even his face was smudged, and he smelled faintly of smoke and gasoline. Gingerly, he pushed off his boots, and slowly made his way toward the couch.
"Amma? Sweetheart?" he called out into the apartment, trying to keep his voice from betraying the pain he was feeling, but it was a pretty stupid move, since the girl would see what kind of shape he was in once she came out of her room.
A New Toy [locked to ammapreaker]
Aug. 8th, 2016 11:27 amDespite the few drinks he'd had, Deckard Shaw was still able to cross the hotel suite's expansive living room silently, and so had the woman trailing behind him. He stopped just outside the bedroom door and took a deep breath, straightening himself up and telling his companion to stay out of sight until the door opened again.
While life with his "daughter" Amma was anything but dull or predictable, and while she was an absolute dynamo in bed compared to any woman that Deckard had ever known, of any age, that didn't mean the two of them were opposed to spicing things up a little from time to time. This particular outing was a first. He and the Amma had discussed the scenario before, but his little girl had no idea that when Deckard had left for his work meeting a few hours ago, he was intending to bring home a present for Amma.
That present took the form of a young woman in her early twenties that Deckard had no trouble picking up in the hotel bar not long before. After a couple of drinks, he'd been able to assess the woman as being a perfect candidate for his plans-- sexually adventurous, but decidedly submissive, and more than open to anything Deckard had in mind.
He knocked on the bedroom door and stuck his head inside.
"Amma, sweetheart? Daddy's back. And he's got a present, if you've been a good girl."
[OOC: Let me know if this works. I left the description for the other girl vague in case you wanted to fill in those details.]
While life with his "daughter" Amma was anything but dull or predictable, and while she was an absolute dynamo in bed compared to any woman that Deckard had ever known, of any age, that didn't mean the two of them were opposed to spicing things up a little from time to time. This particular outing was a first. He and the Amma had discussed the scenario before, but his little girl had no idea that when Deckard had left for his work meeting a few hours ago, he was intending to bring home a present for Amma.
That present took the form of a young woman in her early twenties that Deckard had no trouble picking up in the hotel bar not long before. After a couple of drinks, he'd been able to assess the woman as being a perfect candidate for his plans-- sexually adventurous, but decidedly submissive, and more than open to anything Deckard had in mind.
He knocked on the bedroom door and stuck his head inside.
"Amma, sweetheart? Daddy's back. And he's got a present, if you've been a good girl."
[OOC: Let me know if this works. I left the description for the other girl vague in case you wanted to fill in those details.]
