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allegedlyanandroid · 4 years ago

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For the fic prompts if you're still taking them... Possessive Reed1700 NSFW Vampire AU?

This is... so long? I’ve poured all of my frustrations into this so that’s probably why. Sorry it took a while, hope you like it! @embershx <3

Trigger warnings: NSFW, off-screen violence, someone briefly gets into Gavin’s personal space which makes him uncomfortable.

Gavin exudes anger. It drips from every pore, clings to him like perfume, and Nines does little else but smile. Flashing green eyes turn to him and Gavin bares his teeth in a snarl. “I hate this. Why the fuck do I need to wear it?!”

Nines hums, hooking a finger into the muzzle he’d fastened over Gavin’s mouth to draw him closer. “A wolf in a high-class vampiric society? It’s a mere precaution, my love.” The leather straps stand out beautifully against his tan skin and the metal does little to obscure his sinful mouth. Still… the purpose was to take away his ability to bite and it did so effortlessly.

Not that it keeps Gavin from attempting to snap at his fingers anyway.

“And the rest of it?” he mutters after Nines lets go, cheeks stained red with embarrassment.

“You’re the one who complains about me being a perfectionist. I could hardly pass up the opportunity to make everything match,” Nines says breezily, casting another look at his handiwork.

Gavin is fitted into harness-like lingerie in soft leather, the same colour as the straps keeping his muzzle in place. A black, semi-sheer thong, barely able to contain his balls and half-hard cock, offers the slightest sense of modest decorum.

Black lines stand in stark contrast to his skin and Nines appreciates them separating Gavin’s tits before they splice and wrap around his neck. Another thick band cradles the underside of his pecs, pushing them up slightly, and Nines can hardly wait to sink his teeth into them. More straps frame his clothed cock and strain over the arch of his butt, pulling taut due to its curve, after which they meld into the straps on his hips. Those in turn connect in an upside-down triangle to the straps beneath his tits.

The cherry on top is the heavy leather collar wrapped around Gavin’s throat; an O-ring with a silver tag where “bitch” is engraved dangles from it.

“It’s humiliating.”

“You get off on that.”

Gavin’s glower intensifies much to Nines’ amusement. In lieu of a verbal response Nines walks over to the dresser and tosses a dark pair of jeans and a black button-up at his lover. “Don’t say I never did anything for you,” Nines grins. It shows off his razor-sharp fangs and it distracts Gavin for a split-second before he's right back to glaring.

A knock on the door draws their attention away. “We need to leave now,” Connor calls, muffled through the wood.

“In a moment. Gavin is slow as usual to get ready.”

“And whose fucking fault is that!”

Connor cracks the door open with a sigh. “Save it for later,” he says, ever the mediator, before his gaze slides over Gavin’s now half-clothed form. “You look dashing, Gav.” He slinks forward to snap one of the straps underneath his tits. Try as he may to conceal it, arousal wafts through the air and both vampires move closer to its source. “If you behave, we’ll gladly peel you out of this later.”

“And if I don’t?”

A mean smirk steals across Connor’s angelic face. “Then we’ll chain you to the wall, lock this-” he cups Gavin’s penis with a light hand, “-little thing away and fuck each other in front of you until we’re satisfied.”

Gavin whines, jerking closer, but with the muzzle on he can’t get at their lips. He has to settle for watching his lovers grin wickedly and devour each other’s mouths instead.

A taste of what’s to come if he isn’t on his best behaviour.

The attention is on him from the moment he steps inside the doors. Gavin nearly squirms with the weight of their gazes. The lingerie might be carefully hidden from sight but people can still see the collar wrapped around his throat. He hears every whisper, feels every pair of eyes glide over him, and he does his damned best to keep to Nines’ or Connor’s side at all times. It’s a mixed bag of intrigued inquiries, barely-suppressed disdain and outright interest. Wolves have sensitive noses and he’s no stranger to what lust smells like.

He remains a silent shadow at their backs, tries his best to bite back snarky retorts for most of the night, while eyeing the bite-drunk humans being passed around like dolls. Their blissed expressions are likely close to the ones he makes when Nines or Connor feeds from him.

Not that it keeps the sight from unsettling him.

By late evening Gavin has grown bold enough to occasionally stray from his partners. He’s eyeing parts of the pretentiously expensive liquor behind the bar, wondering if he’d be able to relieve their hosts of a bottle without being noticed, when a crimson-nailed hand taps his shoulder. Gavin stills and warily turns around to offer the ashen-haired woman behind him a clipped greeting. She eyes him hungrily, gaze stuck on his mark-littered throat, when she echoes his words.

“Aren’t you sweet?” she continues, moving closer. One of her fingers reaches out to tug the collar of his shirt away to better see the healing marks on his skin. “Quite the delicacy if people are to be believed.”

Warning bells sound and Gavin forces a smile, eyes glinting dangerously, searching the thin crowd for any sign of his lovers though he finds none. “You can’t trust every rumour you hear,” Gavin says, fully intent on fleeing, metaphorical tail between his legs, when she presses further into his personal space. Instantly Gavin tenses, fists clenched tight, preparing to answer her unwarranted touch with violence.

“You’re already someone’s bloodwhore,” she laughs, “Why not-?”

Gavin is pulled away from her, backed into a firm chest, while an arm wraps around his chest to splay a possessive hand over the middle of his chest. The scent of ozone, of rage, permeates the air and it’s familiar enough for his knees to buckle. Nines. Gavin relaxes into his chest and feels Nines’ chin come to rest on the top of his head. “He’s not interested, as you’ve surely noticed,” Nines growls.

It’s a far cry from his usually disinterested politeness.

Before she can respond Connor is at their side, slightly obscuring Gavin from view when coming to rest diagonally in front of him, back pressing against Gavin’s front so he’s sandwiched between them. He reaches behind himself and hooks a few fingers into the metal part Gavin’s muzzle to guide his head into the crook of his neck. “Our pet,” he murmurs with a feral grin. Then he tilts his head marginally to direct his next question to Gavin. “Would you like us to kill her for you?”

She draws back, stammering, but quiets down when Connor raises a sole finger. Gavin looks at her. She’s radiating fear now, regret, and that might have been penance enough for a regular person. Gavin, however, thrives off bloodshed. “Only a little,” Gavin says.

Nines guides him away before he can see what happens in its entirety. Then again… with the amount of black blood covering Connor’s previously immaculate suit he figures her punishment to be appropriately gruesome. Nines leads him with a hand on the small of his back, Connor forging a path for them, until they’re piled into the same car they arrived in. Gavin fidgets in the silence left behind. The scent of blood on his lover’s clothes, the dark twist of Nines’ features and the phantom sensation of their hands on him has heat rushing through him.

Connor reaches out to cup the back of Gavin’s neck and it rests there with calming pressure, a possessive one, one that makes him bow his head without conscious thought. The hand shifts enough to toy with the buckle of his muzzle and Connor nearly has it open when Gavin interrupts. “I haven’t earned it yet.”

“You’ve been on your best behaviour the whole evening,” Connor replies, catching Nines’ eyes briefly in the rearview mirror.

Gavin moves at that. He plunks himself onto Connor’s lap, grinding down on him in harsh rolls of his hips, going for aggressive in hopes of setting the tone for the evening. His hands move below Connor’s shirt, strokes up his chest to flick over his nipples. “How about n-” is as far as he comes before Connor drags him off by his hair, though his lips are quirked with amusement rather than irritation.

“You could have asked nicely.”

“Bite me.”

“Not while you’re behaving like an unruly mutt.”

They pull into their driveway and Connor manhandles him out of the car, pushing him into Nines’ chest. Nines sneaks a finger beneath the front of Gavin’s collar and tugs him along towards the house. Gavin stumbles in his steps in order to keep up with the fast pace, too horny to care about his lover smirking at him over his shoulder with hooded eyes, or even at being led like a dog without a leash.

He’s tossed on the bed and pinned down by his throat and no matter how badly he struggles Nines won’t budge an inch. Gavin is panting, bucking his hips when Connor slips closer to tear through his clothes with sharp nails. The rags are swept to the floor and both his hands are captured when he tries clawing at them, growling behind the muzzle. It’s all for show. He’s no match for them working in tandem.

They fasten his wrists to the headboard with padded handcuffs and Connor grabs hold of his jaw when he won’t settle. “Be a good boy and hold still or we’ll break out the spreader bar.”

“Really?” Gavin says, breathless.

“Mhm,” Connor hums, staring him down. His fangs are already elongated and he licks over them just to see Gavin follow the pink of his tongue with as if hypnotised. “For me. So that Nines can really work me over and milk me dry,” Connor says, leaning back against Nines’ chest when Nines moves to sit behind him. Pale hands drag up his clothes and teeth nibble at his neck. “While you‒ well… I’m sure you can imagine.”

Gavin whines again. The tip of his dick is peaking up over his skimpy underwear, ruddy and leaking already, and Connor reaches forward to flick it lightly with his finger. It makes him flinch and then lift his hips up for Connor to do it again. “Here’s an idea. Why don’t you fuck all that pent up aggression into me instead?” Gavin rasps.

“Careful what you wish for, pet,” Nines murmurs.

They pounce on him at once, Connor latching on to his tits and Nines pushing his thighs up to nearly fold him in half. It gives him the access he needs to snap the straps on his ass. Gavin chokes on his next breath so Nines does it again, both to see if he can drag the same reaction out of him again and to watch his plump cheeks jiggle with the force. There’s a vial of slick in their bedside table and Nines, being the tall fucker that he is, can easily reach it even from where he’s sitting.

Connor for his part digs his thumbs into Gavin’s nipples. He plays with them until they’re swollen and red before lowering himself down again to suckle on them, one at a time. His fingers dig into the well-shaped pectoral muscles when he cups the full scope of Gavin’s tits in his hands, fondling them, and then he copies Nines by snapping the bands showcasing them just to watch them bounce. Thin red lines appear wherever he pulls and lets the straps fall back into place. When sucking marks into the delicate flesh Gavin tugs at his restraints and tries to force more of his pecs into Connor’s mouth.

“Please,” Gavin whimpers. Connor awards him by puncturing skin, coaxing a sip of blood into his mouth, and then licking them closed a second later. Moving between spots until marks litter his tits like lipstick on skin.

Nines laughs, just the right side of mocking. “Is that really all it takes for you to beg?” he asks, slipping a finger inside Gavin when he tries to make a rebuttal. “Pathetic.”

“Well… he is a bit of a slut,” Connor responds. “Isn’t he?”

“N-no.”

“Lie,” Nines murmurs, adding another finger to begin scissoring them. “Even if I couldn’t hear your heartbeat, it would be blatantly obvious.”

Gavin can’t even try to deny it when Nines stills his fingers and the first thing he does is attempt to fuck himself on them like a bitch in heat. Nines has mercy on him though, or perhaps he’s growing impatient as well beneath that ironclad control. Either way it means another finger crooking inside him.

Connor removes the muzzle when Nines removes his fingers to slick himself up. Tracing Gavin’s lips with his thumb, Connor presses it inside and pushes down on Gavin’s tongue until he’s forced to open his mouth wide. He tuts when he sees the lengthened spikes of Gavin’s canines. “Those aren’t going to be a problem, are they? I’d very much like to fuck your mouth.”

“‘ey onnt,” Gavin manages around the digit in his mouth.

He’s not sure how they do it, how they always manage to push into him at the same time. A dick hot and heavy on his tongue while the other presses steadily inside his other hole. It would take very little to set him off and, like a goddamn mind reader, Nines reaches out to stroke Gavin’s dick, squeezing the building knot at its base, while slamming into him at a merciless pace.

Gavin falls apart with a long groan. The vibrations spur Connor on to rock into his mouth and he can’t get away from the onslaught of pleasure like this.

They allow him to come down before Connor grips his hair tight, before Nines grabs his thighs in a bruising grip ‒ before they both look at him with predatory delight ‒ and begin fucking him with reckless abandon. Connor slams into his throat so deeply Gavin wonders if he’s trying to coax his gag reflex back to life. It’s a brief thought. There and gone because thinking goes right out the window when Nines shifts a bit on his knees, changes his angle, and nudges against Gavin’s prostate with every inward thrust.

Nines leans forward and pulls Connor into a kiss. An awkward angle that neither cares about as much as they do with putting on a show for their lover. By the way he clenches around him, Nines counts it as a success. “Good boy,” he rasps when they break apart, looking Gavin dead in the eye. Both of his lovers are susceptible to praise but Gavin… Gavin is in a league all of his own. “Would you like more?”

Without the luxury of speech, Gavin taps the headboard twice for yes.

“Very well, love.” Nines reaches down to where they connect, feeling over the stretched rim, and his brutal tempo never relents even when teasing it with his fingers. One slips inside, after being coated with slick, and Gavin jolts as if struck, words muffled around the dick in his mouth.

Connor backs away to play with his hair. “Still good?” he asks and Gavin nods, cuffs clinking as he tugs on them.

“Please‒” ‘please more, please let me touch, let me come, please, please, please.’

Another finger makes the sentence taper off in a sob and he closes his eyes to force back tears of pleasure. He’s feels so fucking full already. Stretched open and wrecked and owned.

They have to kiss him quiet when Nines pulls out. First Connor, who tastes his own precum on Gavin’s tongue, and then Nines when Gavin makes grabby hands for him after being released from his shackles. They move him like a doll, passing him between each other depending on what’s convenient, until Nines can lie down beneath him to take his weight. His hand splays over the middle of Gavin’s chest, in the same possessive way he had before, while Connor is the one to guide Nines’ dick back into him.

Connor shuffles forward on his knees, slinging Gavin’s legs around his waist, and then he’s rubbing over the slick skin between Gavin’s thighs. “Okay?”

“Yeah, fuck yeah, I need it,” Gavin breathes.

Connor nods and presses his cock against Gavin’s puffy rim, prodding until he can slip in next to Nines.

“You’re so-” Connor begins.

“-fucking tight,” Nines finishes, hips twitching up to bury himself deeper.

Gavin claws over Connor’s shoulders, digging his nails in until blood prickles beneath them, just to ground himself to something. “Full,” he whimpers, head thrown back on Nines’ shoulder. “Please!”

When they move his brain goes blank and Connor does exactly what Gavin asked of him. Every ounce of feral anger is poured into the motion of his hips, into gripping his thighs. “C- con-nngh- nn!”

“No! Nononono, Nines- Nin-nnes. Please- please let me come, ple-ease!”

Wet slaps of skin against skin fill the room along with the sounds of their combined pleasure and Gavin is already teetering on the edge again. His cock smacks against his stomach with every brutal thrust of their hips. He tries to reach for it, after he loses the strength to grip Connor’s shoulders, but Nines takes it away and presses it against the mattress instead. Tugging meekly at it makes no difference, not that he thought it would, and Nines has to suck on his tongue to stop him from whining. “I-I’m-” and then Nines’ hand is there instead and he-

-he circles his fingers around the base and squeezes hard enough to stave off his orgasm.

“Soon,” Nines says, shushing him gently when his words turn garbled and hysteric. He catches Connor’s eye, graces his teeth over Gavin’s neck, and watches the realisation dawn in them.

A quick nod and then, in perfect sync, they sink their teeth into Gavin’s skin. Nines claims his neck while Connor bends him nearly in half to bite into the junction between thigh and pelvis.

Gavin howls.

The pain and the waves of satisfaction drifting through him, through their temporary connection, spurs him on. Feeling the wet warmth of his lovers’ combined spend being pumped into him drives Gavin over the edge the moment Nines lets him go. Twin groans cut through his own violent sobs when he clamps down vice-tight around his lovers. Wave after wave of burning pleasure crashes through him until he- can’t- take it.

No thoughts, no sight, no sound ‒ only a vast nothingness rising up to claim him.

“I think we broke him,” Connor chuckles, licking the bleeding wound closed with an adoring smile.

Nines hums in agreement. When Connor stops to kiss him on the way to the bathroom the taste of him coupled with Gavin’s endorphin-rich blood makes him shiver with delight. Nines allows himself to be pinned down by Gavin’s weight and begins gently petting through his hair; waiting for him to regain some semblance of cognitive function.

The sounds of quiet ruffling drifts in through the bathroom door and that’s when Gavin blinks his eyes open with a deep groan. Nines pauses for the briefest of moments before he plants a chaste his to the healing wound on Gavin’s neck. “Welcome back, love.”

“‘m not gonna walk right for a month.”

Nines snickers quietly. “You flatter us.”

They’re done with stripping Gavin out of his lingerie, with wiping away most of their collective mess, when Gavin shifts in their arms. “Was good?” he mumbles, hesitant and unsure.

“Perfect,” Connor says without hesitation, leaning over to kiss Gavin fiercely. “Our good boy.”

“We love you, Gavin,” Nines adds, claiming Gavin’s lips the moment Connor pulls away. “There’s no one like you.”

“You’re ours, and we’re yours.”

#allegedly answering asks #long post #whoops?#dbh gavin #gavin reed #dbh rk900 #rk900 #dbh connor #rk800 connor #reed1700 #vampire AU #mini fic #more like a regular-ass fic tbh #fic #my writing #if tumblr messes up the paragraph order again i will scream #nsft

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kazuyaasai-serenaspencerli · 4 years ago

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My Music Teacher nsfw ver

A/N: I've written a suggestive version of this Here, and I decided to write a nsfw version of this. Thanks to my best friend encouraging me, I finally finished writing it. Enjoy reading~

Unedited~

Characters: Kiro x Reader (Odile)

Warnings: NSFW, oral, public sex

Summary: "This room is soundproof, let me hear those sweet noises baby girl."

"I'll give you more points in your music activities... So let hear that... Hngh... Sweet voice..."

The bell rings, signaling that we only have an hour left until I can go home. I sigh while scribbling down my notes. I mean, Kiki's notes.

"Did you hear, we're going to have a new music teacher!"

"Others said that he's so handsome!"

"But too bad that he's going to tech us but only for an hour..."

Looks like that Lucien and Gavin are really famous in this campus. Sighing, your mind starts to wander. Him, pinning you in the table, with him between your legs, sapphire eyes full of lust. Your face turns red

I close the notebook and put it inside my bag. I took out the music text book that Kiki gave me.

*Knock knock*

"He's here!" Hearing those words from my classmates, I look up to see our new music teacher they're talking about. Lifting my head, I saw a familiar golden hair walking in...

'Kiro!?' I bit my lip not to exclaim his name. But what is he doing in here? Damn it, how can I control myself hnggg.

He walks down unhurriedly as the female students whispers. And then a young man sat beside me and smiled. "I guess you're a stand on for Kiki?" He asked, and I nod. "Please tell her that she need to take care of her self." We smiled to each other and a cold shiver ran down my spine.

With a side glance, I saw him looking at us. The student stood up and all of us follows and greets Kiro, "Good afternoon Professor."

"Good afternoon everyone. Since everyone knows me already, I will be your new music teacher, and please call me Professor Zhou." He smiles as the students tries to calm their selves not to scream. His golden hair shines in the afternoon sun and his shinning sapphire eyes that cannot be hidden on those spectacles. He gestures with his hand and all of us sat down quietly.

I ducked my head so that he wouldn't see me, but before I open the book to hide my face, our eyes met.

'Miss Chips' He mouthed and smiled.

My heart suddenly pounds and I broke the eye contact and burry my face in my elbow. Suddenly our conversation last week, popped in my head. He said he will be in a reality show, his character is either a student or a teacher...

"Young miss? Are you okay?" His voice brought me back to reality and found all students looking at me. I cleared my throat and answered. "No Sir." He nods and started to check the class attendance. I didn't knew that the reality show that he mentioned will be held here in Loveland University. And I'm also here because Kiki got a cold and she said she cannot miss this lecture.

As he calls each student's name and all of the female students are getting more and more crazy. Some of them even whispered OMG....

"Kiki."

Huh?

"Is miss Kiki here?" He asked. I raised my hand hesitantly and he nods, putting down the attendance sheet.

He really loves to see me jealous isn't he? Hmph... We'll see...

I pout looking at his back as he walks to the bookshelf.

He took out a book from the shelf near the projector and opens it in a certain page.

"So... Today, we're going to tackle about the Electronic music this 21st century." He starts to discuss and changes slides from time to time. He also asks questions from us about who are the composers and also their works. Until.....

"So, miss Kiki..." I eyes shot up as he tries to hide a smile. "What is the meaning of 'Musique Concrete?'" He asked as changes the PowerPoint slides, hiding his meaningful smile.

This man...

"Musique Concrete means 'Recorded Music.'" I stood up and answered coolly. Something flashes in his eyes as I stand there, head up.

Damn, he's making me wet with that gaze of his.

"Alright~ the answer is correct." He says as he narrows his eyes and went back to lecture. "......" My lips formed into a thin line as I sat down trying to hide my smile. This man, he really loves to tease me...

"Everyone, please take down notes." Only the sound of pages being turned can only be heard. I'm kinda surprised to see them so serious. As expected of my husband. Kiro looks so serious when he's teaching.

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Time flies so quickly...

"Okay, that's it for today students. I hope you will still remember this topic tomorrow, because teacher Lin will be teaching this to you... So thank you everyone for participating in this lecture...."

All of us applaud and we bid goodbye to him. I took my bag hastily and run out from the classroom, earning a chuckle from him.

I open my bag and saw that Kiki's book is not in here... I must have left it in the desk. A female student walk out of the hall and smiled at me. "Oh, is the textbook named Kiki your's right?" She asked.

I only nodded and she told me that the man beside me before took it. I thanked her and she smiled and walks away.

"Miss, you forgot your text book." Someone called out to me suddenly.

I look up and saw the young man from earlier.

I took the book from him and thank him.

He left first while I open the locker just outside the classroom and putting all Kiki's text books.

It's too early to go home, so maybe I'll wait for Kiro. While walking down the corridor, someone grabs me and pinned me in the wall. Looking up, I met Kiro's eyes. He takes my wrists and pins them above my head. Our noses touches as his other hand bunched up my skirt... "Hnngg wait... Somebody might see us hnggg. "Everybody has packed their things and went to their respective club rooms." He says huskily as he smiles naughtily.

"No worries, no one will see us." Kiro freed me and drag me in the dark corridor. He opens the door and closes it. I let go of his hand and run my fingers in the piano. This must be the music room. Sensing his gaze, I turn to him and met his hungry eyes. He walks up to me slowly and pushed me down the big sofa.

Kiro hovers over me and pins my hands above my head. He bends down and started kissing me, unaware of the tie binding my wrists together. He lets go of my hand and starts to run it in my thighs. My moans were swallowed by his lips. Our tongue dances as he pushes my skirt up.

He pulls away and I reach out to him. Seeing that my hand is tied, I whined. "Kiro..." He looks at me with dark lust in his eyes as he unbuttons my blouse. "Miss Chips is so naughty. You're not even wearing a bra." He runs his tongue and sucks my pebbled nipples.

"Uhn.... Mmm..." Biting your lip, you try to stiffle a moan. "This room is soundproof, let me hear those sweet noises baby girl." He whispers huskily in your ear as his hands puts aside the cloth and strokes your folds. "Hah.... Ahh...." Mewling, my heels dugs in the soft cushion of the sofa. Kiro leaves trails of love bites from my neck to shoulders.

His fingers skillfully draws circles in my clit just like in our wedding night. His hands slow but enough to make my knees weak. Unable to move my hands, you call his name. A delicious moan came out from my mouth when he pushes away my panties and buries his face in my heat. His tongue tortures me as I grip the head of the sofa with my tied hands.

My back arches when he pushes a finger in then adds another digit. His tongue skillfully pushes me to ecstacy. He stops when I was near to my release and I moaned in frustration. I look down at him, eyes full of lust. He adjusted himself and I raise my leg and runs it in his erection.

"Odile..." Kiro kisses me and I wrap my legs around his waist.

"I need you... Hubby... Nghh..." I mewled loudly as he leaves another live bite and I started to get more impatient. Then... The door suddenly opens and Kiro hugs me tightly. "Don't say a word." He whispered. "Looks like it was just my imagination..." A young man's voice rang throughout the room. We can hear his footsteps stops and I try to control my breath.

The sound of a phone ringing makes my heart skips a beat. "Hello? Really?" It turns out that It's the student's who has the phone call. I silently sigh in relief but there's a naughty boy above me. Kiro nips at my neck and I nearly cry his name. I glare at him and he just smiles naughtily like a spoiled little boy. The footsteps neared and the rustling of paper can be heard.

"Yes sir. I'll be there." The young man is still in the phone call while Kiro is here pleasuring me like there's no tomorrow. His golden hair tickles my neck and cheeks. I wiggle a little and he bit my shoulders. Biting my lips, I put my tied hands around him. The student's call ended and his footsteps stops outside the door.

Hearing the door closes, we breathe a sigh of relief. Kiro unties my wrist and puts his tie in his pocket. I look at him pleadingly as he smirks. "That was close Miss Chips..." He pulls down his zipper and freed his cock. He bends down and pecks me on the lips. "Kiro plea-ah! Uhn.... Hnggg..." I moaned loudly as he enters me teasingly slow.

I drew him closer to me as he moves against me slowly. His hands pushes my knees down so that he could penetrate more deeper. "I'll give you more points in your music activities... So let hear that... Hngh... Sweet voice..." He sexily whispers and I clenched down at him. His pace fastens, the sound of skin meeting skin and wet sounds can be heard throughout the music room. I'm a whimpering mess when it comes to this man hnggg.

His fingers starts to draw circles in my clit again. My back arches at the way he pleasures me. I've never experienced something way more exciting like this. I call his name as I came, body trembling. He kisses my jaw, the notch of my throat and nibbles on my collarbone. "Odile..." He says my name in a low voice and he bit my earlobes. "Ah hah..hah... Please Ki- Si-sir..."

His pace fastens even more. Just a few more thrusts before he came inside me, making me warm inside. He embraced my trembling form and gives me soothing kisses.

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Kiro sat down in the car where Odile is waiting. It's already 7:00 pm. He turns his head to see her asleep. He takes her small form and wraps his arms around her. "Must be tiring for you sweetheart..." He whispers and kisses her forehead.

He reaches out in the front seat for the blanket, unfolds it and wraps it around her. Kissing her forehead again, he hums happily as he thinks of a plan how to surprise her for the next few days...

#MINORS PLEASE DON'T READ UNDER THE CUT✨#mlqc #mlqc kiro #mlqc zhou qiluo #mlqc smut #kiro #Kiki would be surprised when she sees that she has high points in music activities #mlqc kiro smut

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charincharge · 4 years ago

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Cruel Summer, Part 15

cruel summer masterlist

AN: CW, some angst. SEE YA.

Aelin wakes later than usual the next morning, feeling suitably sore in all the right places, and can’t help but smile. She rolls over and sniffs her pillow, which is still scented with faint traces of Rowan’s pine bodywash. And is then hit by the overwhelming scent of sex. Yikes.

She strips down and makes her way into the bathroom, turning on the shower. As the water heats up, Aelin takes a long hard look at herself in the mirror. Her hair is a mess – a flaxen haystack – and her turquoise eyes are bright. Her eyes wander down her naked body, and she lets her hands trace over the faded bruises still marking her hips. New bruises have appeared in new spots, these ones a delicious red-purple spotting across the pale skin of her breasts. Aelin grins. She looks thoroughly ravaged.

Aelin takes a long time in the shower, standing under the hot spray of the water, letting it pelt against her sore muscles and wash away any evidence of the night before.

By the time she makes it downstairs, it’s nearly noon. After pouring herself a large cup of coffee, she wanders out to the back patio, where her family is gathered. Aedion splashes in the pool with Gavin and Evie, while her parents stretch out on their favorite lounge chairs.

“Well, well,” Aedion calls out to his sister. “Look who finally deigned to join the living today.”

Aelin apologizes for sleeping in and sits at the outdoor table with Lysandra, who is enjoying her own cup of coffee.

“Late night?” Lysandra asks, her green eyes wide with curiosity.

“Yeah,” Aelin says, thinking briefly about the way Rowan’s mouth felt devouring her.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Lysandra asks, but Aelin is distracted by an incoming text from Rowan.

Am I coming to you tonight, or are you coming to me?

Aelin smiles down at her phone and replies quickly.

Not sure, but either way, we’ll both be coming tonight.

Rowan texts back the wide-eyes emoji, making Aelin laugh to herself. Lysandra leans closer to Aelin and lowers her voice. “How’s Rowan?”

Aelin snaps her head up. “Huh?”

Lysandra points to Aelin’s phone. “Oh come on, you can’t sext at the table and not expect me to say something.”

Blood pools in Aelin’s cheeks as she whispers back forcefully, “I am not sexting.”

Lysandra stares at Aelin, and Aelin stares right back, unwilling to break. Her pulse thrums, nerves spilling over. But Lysandra’s eyes bore into her, unwaveringly confident. Lysandra knows.

“How’d you know?” Aelin rushes out in a whispered hush.

Lysandra smirks and takes a long sip of her coffee. “I caught him coming out of your window last night.” Lysandra pauses at Aelin’s worried face. “Don’t worry. I’m the only one who knows.”

“You can’t tell Aedion,” Aelin begs.

Lysandra smiles warmly. “Don’t worry, Ae. I can keep a secret.” Aelin looses a breath she doesn’t realize she’s been holding. “He’s so cute, Aelin,” Lysandra says, and Aelin can’t help but smile in return.

“He is, isn’t he?”

Lysandra taps her long, manicured nails on the table and cocks her head to the side, examining Aelin, unnerving her.

“What’s that look for?” Aelin asks.

“Since I’m keeping such a hefty secret from my husband, I’d love if you’d do me a favor in return…”

Aelin’s eyes widen at her sister-in-law. “Are you extorting me?”

Lysandra snickers evilly. “Yes. For childcare.”

“Fine,” Aelin says, willing to do anything to have Lysandra keep this information to herself. “When?”

“Tonight?” Lysandra asks. “Aedion wants to take me out to dinner. I’m sure we’ll be done early. You can still see your boy toy after. Or during. I don’t care, honestly. As long as you don’t fuck on our couch.”

“With the kids in the house?” Aelin sputters, shocked. “I would never.”

Lysandra laughs loudly. “Oh, please. You did last night.”

Aelin can’t say anything in response to that because Lysandra is right. She totally did that. But still. She would never in her brother’s house.

Lysandra calls out to Aedion loudly, telling him to book their dinner. She tells her children that Auntie Ae is going to hang out with them tonight, and the kids cheer from the pool, warming Aelin’s heart. She does love spending time with her niece and nephew.

She immediately texts Rowan to tell him the updated plan. That she’s going to be babysitting at Aedion’s, but he’s welcome to join once he gets off work, then they can decide if they want to go back to Aelin’s or to Rowan’s from there.

Rowan sends back to thumbs up emojis. Aelin laughs. He must be in a good mood to be so active on text and to be using emojis so liberally. He’s usually the type of person who responds with a “K,” leaving Aelin completely unsatisfied and wondering where he stands. She likes that he seems to be opening up to her.

Stomach grumbling, Aelin goes back into the house to scour the fridge for whatever Emrys has left for them today. She finds leftover skirt steak and veggie rice. It’s not exactly breakfast, but Aelin is too hungry to care. As she waits for her plate to heat in the microwave, Aelin hears a knock at the door.

Aelin’s surprised to see Sam waiting on her front stoop, although she’s not sure why. This is the third time he’s done this. It’s practically routine for Sam to show up at her house unannounced these days.

“Hey, Sam…”

He flashes her a too-white smile and asks what she’s up to for the day. Aelin’s about to say that she’s having a family day when her mom appears from behind her. She spots Sam and welcomes him in, embracing him in a tight hug.

“I hope it’s okay that I stopped by, Evalin,” he says, so casually calling her mom by her first name. But Evalin doesn’t seem to care. She hurries him into the kitchen to offer him something to drink or eat. He politely declines, saying he just ate brunch and wanted to see what their household was up to.

Aelin grabs her plate of food and heads out to the back patio, where Sam introduces himself to Lysandra and Aedion and the kids.

Rhoe shakes his hand, telling him how nice it is to see him again, but Aelin notices her dad lies back down quickly and returns to his book, leaving Sam hanging slightly.

“So, I confess,” Sam begins. “I actually came here with ulterior motives.”

“Oh?” Evalin asks, leading him.

Sam turns to Aelin. “I was hoping I could take you out tonight, Aelin.”

Evalin starts to say, “How wonderful!” when Aelin responds that she can’t.

“Sorry,” Aelin says, feeling anything but. “I already promised Lys and Aedion that I’d babysit for them tonight.”

Evalin looks like she’s about to offer herself up for babysitting when Rhoe smiles at his daughter. “That was very nice of you, Fireheart. I’m sure the kids are excited.” He looks at the two kids, still paddling in circles around Aedion in the pool. “What do you say, Evie, Gavin, you excited to spend tonight with your favorite Aunt?”

The kids cheer again, and Gavin starts babbling about how they have to watch Toy Story. Aelin smiles, thinking of the small Buzz Lightyear toy he carries around with him everywhere. Aelin shrugs at Sam, as if to say, you see?

But Sam isn’t deterred. “Well, I know you’ll all be at my party tomorrow night, but perhaps the following night?”

Everyone looks at Aelin, who is totally and utterly stuck. She has no real plans the night after next, unless wanting to see Rowan is a plan. Sam knows exactly what he’s doing, asking her in front of her mother, who is practically salivating at the idea of them getting together. She can’t say no without publicly rejecting him in front of a large group of people and making things incredibly awkward.

“Sure…” she replies reluctantly, and Sam and her mother wear matching beaming smiles in response. Aelin has no clue how she’s going to clear this one with Rowan. She figures she’ll talk to him about it tonight, though. Hopefully she can convince him it’s not a big deal.

After securing his date, Sam stays and chats with Evalin about the plans for his big yacht party. For much too long. Aelin feels like he’s overstaying his welcome, but Evalin engages in conversation with him the entire time. It helps that Evalin is a known event planner, and she is quick to offer any assistance he might need. Sam thanks her graciously, but says he has it handled, and he can’t wait to see them all tomorrow.

As Sam leaves, Evalin can’t help but gush at her daughter. “He is so sweet, isn’t he?”

Aelin gives a weak smile to her mom and spends the rest of the afternoon in the music room, playing through her piano book, trying to relax herself. It doesn’t work.

At five, Lysandra and Aedion pile their family into their car and drag Aelin with them the short drive to their own house. It’s not as grandiose as the Ashryver Estate, more of a small beach cottage in a less expensive part of town. But it’s warm and homey and cozy, and Aelin loves it.

As Gavin and Evie are sent upstairs for their showers, Aelin puts in an order for pizza. She texts Rowan what he likes on a pizza, and tells him she’ll save him some. He replies that he likes spinach, mushrooms and olives. Aelin sends him back a vomit emoji and tells him he only gets a quarter with those gross toppings. Aelin orders the rest with cheese and pepperoni.

Lysandra and Aedion come back down, looking ready for their date, and Aelin can’t help but smile at her sibling. He looks so excited to take his wife out on the town. She doesn’t blame her. Lysandra looks gorgeous in a slinky green dress that makes her eyes pop.

“Have fun you two,” she says.

Lysandra smiles. “You, too.” She pauses and looks meaningfully at the couch. “But not too much fun.”

Aelin rolls her eyes and laughs. “Yeah, yeah. I know.”

She waves the parents out of the house and waits for Gavin and Evie to join her on the couch. She cues up Toy Story and texts Rowan the address for Aedion’s house.

Aelin smiles at the sound of pitter pattering coming down the stairs as Gavin and Evie jump onto the couch. They wear matching striped pajamas and smell like Johnson & Johnson kiddie shampoo. The doorbell rings right on time, and Aelin goes to grab the pizza.

She brings plates and a giant stack of napkins into the family room and hands out slices of pizza to the two kids, who look at her with wide eyes.

“We’re not allowed to eat on the couch!” Gavin whispers.

“It’s a special treat,” Aelin says. “Don’t tell your mom or dad.”

Gavin nods conspiratorially and takes a too large bite of his pizza. Evie giggles as she takes a daintier bite than her brother, but soon the giggles fade to make way for the movie, which they watch with rapt attention.

Gavin passes out about an hour into the movie, but Evie makes it all the way to the end, albeit with very sleepy eyes. Playing in the pool in the sun all day is more than enough to have the two of them turn in early.

Aelin carries Gavin up to his room and tucks him in without him even stirring in her arms. By the time she reaches Evie’s room, she’s tucked herself in. Aelin gives her a quick kiss and turns the lights off and heads back down to watch some TV.

She slides the back patio door and texts Rowan that she’s left it open for him, so he doesn’t have to ring the bell or knock and wake anyone up.

Aelin cleans up the leftover pizza, putting Rowan’s two slices into a ziplock baggie, and throws the dirty dishes into the dishwasher.

By the time she’s finished, she’s startled to hear the door open. Lysandra and Aedion fumble their keys, clearly tipsy, and trying to squash their giggling. Aelin glances at the clock – already 8:30. Rowan should be there any second.

Lysandra looks around her immaculate kitchen and hugs Aelin and kisses her soundly on the cheek. “You are the best.” She quirks an eyebrow. “Where’s Rowan?”

“Rowan?” Aedion asks. “Why would he be here?”

Lysandra waves her hand at her husband. “I told Aelin she could invite a friend over to keep her company.”

Aelin smiles, thankful for even a drunk Lysandra keeping her secret. “He actually should be getting here momentarily. He’s coming straight from work,” Aelin explains.

Aedion hums, clearly uninterested, and changes topics to Aelin’s least favorite. “So, are you excited to go on your date with Sam?” he asks.

“No, of course not,” Aelin bemoans her unfortunate situation. “Like I said yesterday. We’re just friends.”

“Why?” Aedion asks. “He’s clearly into you.”

“Oh my god,” Lysandra bursts. “Because she’s obviously in love with Rowan!”

“Lysandra!” Aelin whisper yells at her sister-in-law, who slaps her hand over her loose lips. “You promised.”

“I’m sorry, Aelin,” Lysandra apologizes. “But sometimes your brother is so dumb.”

Aelin groans in frustration. She knows this is about to be a whole thing.

“Whoa, whoa whoa.” Aedion holds up his hand, needing clarification. “What?”

Aelin huffs. “So much for keeping secrets.” She pauses and glares at Lysandra, who, to her credit, looks incredibly apologetic. “First of all, I’m not in love with anyone.” She sighs and tugs at her hair. “We’re just… hanging out.”

Aedion’s eyes bug out of his head. “You’re fucking the staff?”

“Gods,” Aelin hisses. “I am not talking about this with you.”

She goes to gather Rowan’s plastic baggie of pizza from the kitchen, hoping they’ll be able to book it out of there as soon as he arrives.

“What is this?” Aedion asks, following her every step. “Some sort of porno fetish? Rich girl gets her rocks off with the gardener kind of thing?”

Aelin is nothing short of horrified at Aedion’s comment. She can’t believe he thinks that, much less verbalize it. Her face turns red as she splutters, “You did not just say that.”

“I mean, if the shoe fits…”

“Rowan is not our gardener, he works at the park!” Aelin says, and Aedion shrugs.

“Tomato, tom-ah-to.”

Lysandra slaps Aedion’s arm. “Don’t be a jerk.” Lysandra looks back at Aelin, who is standing defensively, arms crossed over her chest, glaring at her brother. “I think Rowan is great.” She pokes her husband again. “And whoever Aelin wants to be with is no one’s business but hers. And having a trust fund doesn’t make you a worthy human, or did you forget that I had to bartend my way through college?”

Aedion rubs Lysandra’s arm and coos, “Babe...”

But Lysandra has had enough. “Don’t babe me,” she snaps. “You were going to get laid tonight, but now I think I’m going to head out to the hot tub by myself, you snob.”

“Babe,” Aedion apologizes. “Don’t be like that. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not the one who needs an apology,” Lysandra says, her glare stern.

“I’m sorry,” Aedion grumbles at Aelin. “I didn’t mean that. I was just…surprised. Mom and Dad—”

Aelin gasps, panicked. “You can’t tell them, Aed. They would not be okay with it. And it’s just for the summer. It’ll be over in a few weeks, and you’ll never hear the name Rowan again. There’s no need to tell them, right?”

Aedion sighs. “Fine.”

Aelin exhales. “Thank you.” She looks at the pizza in her hand and back at the clock, which now reads 8:45 PM. Still no Rowan. “I’m going to wait out front for Rowan.” She says resolutely. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Aelin makes her way out to the front steps and texts Rowan that she’ll wait for him out front, so not to worry about the back door anymore. She sits up straighter when she sees a flash of headlights but deflates when they keep driving straight and don’t turn into the driveway.

Aelin sits on the front stoop to wait. She shifts uncomfortably, trying to push down the horrible things Aedion said and focus on the night ahead. She’s still excited to see Rowan, despite what her family clearly thinks of him. Aelin stares into the darkness, willing more headlights to come, but they never do. She finally glances at the time. A full hour has passed, and she still hasn’t heard from Rowan.

Hey, where are you? She texts him. There’s no reply.

And after another fifteen minutes of waiting, Aelin’s stomach sinks. Rowan isn’t coming. And she has no ride home.

Aelin makes her way around to the back of the house, where the kitchen door is still open. She sneaks inside and Lysandra yelps when she sees her walk into the family room.

“Aelin, gods, you scared me,” she gasps. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Aelin bites her lip. “Uh, are you sober enough to give me a ride home?” Her voice cracks, and she hates how pathetic she sounds.

“Sure…” Lysandra says. She knows Lysandra wants to ask her wha happened, but Aelin shakes her head. She doesn’t want to talk about it. She clearly got blown off.

Lysandra grabs the car keys and Aelin slides into the passenger seat. She drives her back home in complete silence. Aelin doesn’t even begin to know what she would say. When they arrive at the Estate, Lysandra grabs Aelin’s arm.

“Do you want me to drive through town? Maybe his car broke down or…”

“No, Lys, it’s fine.” Aelin sighs.

“It’s not.” She pauses. “And I’m sorry my drunk ass spilled your secret. I thought…” She sighs. “I forgot Aedion can be a total snob.”

Aelin waves her off, just wanting to escape the car. It’s been a long, weird day, and she just wants it to be over. Lysandra wishes her goodbye and tells her it’ll be okay, but Aelin feels less certain than ever.

Aelin takes her time showering for the second time that day. This time, the hot water burns her skin and does nothing to help relax her.

She gets into bed and stares at her phone. As if she willed it to happen, it finally lights up with a text from Rowan.

Sorry. Got pulled out by the guys for drinks and my phone died. Home now. But I’ll see you tomorrow?

Aelin replies with a Rowan signature text, simply saying, “K.”

She gets under the covers and rolls over. Her pillow still smells of pine. Tears pool in the corners of her eyes and unwillingly spill over her cheek and onto the cushion beneath her head. She closes her eyes, hoping the ache in her chest will disappear quickly. When she wakes the next morning, her pillow is still damp and no longer smells like pine. Aelin cries again.

~*~*~*~*~

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purple-cat-demon · 4 years ago

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Forever Starts Under the Ginkgo Tree: Part 2

Pairing: Gavin x Hazel

Genre: domestic fluff

Word Count: 1465

Warnings: ever so slightly suggestive because I do allude to another fic I wrote that is definitely nsfw. It's not explicit details but I'm warning y'all just in case.

Please enjoy this next installment~

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Tuesday, 10:30am, AEC

“Boosssss,” Kiki drawled on while she typed away at her computer. Hazel shot a glance across her cubicle to the young employee.

“Yes, Kiki.”

“When are you and Officer Gavin gonna get married already?”

Hazel choked on her own spit, *cough* “excuse me, what?”

She could feel a few of her coworkers staring at her and did not dare to look around.

“W-well, I… don’t know when. I suppose it’s up to him, really…”

Kiki glared at her boss, “Seriously, Boss?”

A flustered blush washed over Hazel’s face and as she was about to retort, Anna piped up,

“Kiki, that’s hardly appropriate work conversation…”

The mother mode in Anna kicked in as she stared at her coworker. Kiki shrunk down in her seat, “sorry, Boss,” she whispered.

Anna walked away and went back to her desk while Hazel returned to typing up her reports to LFG.

As the work day ended, Hazel packed up her stuff and headed out.

“Hey, Boss,” Willow hailed Hazel down just before they exited the AEC building, “want to hit up the convenience store for some milk tea?”

Hazel mulled over the question a bit, “sure, that sounds great~”

The two strolled down the street, discussing the current project; Willow decided to divert the conversation elsewhere, “so when are you two getting married?”

There was that pesky question again. Hazel sighed, “am I really ready for that yet?”

“Well, it’s not like you hardly know Gavin. You two have been together for a while now. You even moved in with him, don’t you think it’s time for the next step?”

Hazel let out a frustrated whimper, “it’s definitely crossed my mind recently.” She thought back to last night when her and Gavin passed the bridal shop on the way to the convenience store.

The two ladies entered the store, still chattering away about weddings when they passed the magazine rack. Willow immediately picked up a wedding magazine because she had recognized the photography company featured on the cover: Twisted Dreams Photography.

“Isn’t this the company that reached out to you and Gavin for that Fairy Tale photo shoot?”

“Yeah, I didn’t realize they did weddings too.”

She took the magazine from Willow and put it in her basket.

“It’ll be nice to read up on them again,” Hazel said with a smile.

Willow nodded, “hopefully Officer Gavin doesn’t panic when he sees this wedding magazine~”

“It’s not like I’m getting any ideas, really. I got it for the Twisted Dreams article, and I figured Gavin would want to see it too.”

While the two wandered around the small store, Hazel’s mind went back to that photo shoot they did. She felt her face flush as she recalled what her and Gavin did while they were on break from the shoot.

‘No regrets~' she thought, a sly grin graced her face.

The two finished up shopping and paid a few minutes later.

“Cheers,” Willow said as they clinked their cans of milk tea together, “to another successful work day.” She took a gulp as Hazel nodded and took a gulp herself.

“Next time, we should go for actual drinks,” Willow nudged Hazel’s arm as they walked on towards the subway station.

“Hmm, when this project is done, we’ll go for drinks, how about that,” Hazel offered.

“Yeah! That sounds like a plan!”

They reached the subway station by the New Light Mall, then parted ways after going through the turnstiles.

Hazel climbed the stairs to exit the subway station near their place. As she took out her phone to call Gavin, she stopped to see him leaning against Sparky, waiting for her. It looked like he was about to call her when she approached him. Glancing up and seeing her, Gavin immediately smiled.

“Been waiting long,” she inquired, “or did you just get off work yourself?” She took note that he was, in fact, still in his uniform with his white hoodie zipped up halfway.

“Yeah, I got here about ten minutes ago,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. He then turned to get her helmet out of the back pouch on Sparky.

“Hop on, let’s go home,” he said as he got on the bike; Hazel eagerly got on and held onto Gavin’s waist tightly. Thankfully, she wore a light jacket because it was a bit chilly riding along down the street. They reached the parking garage of their apartment complex in no time, and after securing Sparky, they headed up to their home. While in the elevator, Hazel showed Gavin the two food sets she picked up at the convenience store, though Gavin’s glance focused more on the magazine in her bag instead.

“What’s that magazine,” he inquired.

“Oh! Check this out,” she brought the magazine out as the elevator doors opened, “there’s an article on the photography company that we did the Red Riding Hood shoot for. Remember that?”

His face flushed a bit, and he cleared his throat as he opened the door to their apartment, “yeah, I do remember that.”

Hazel shot past him and headed to the dining table to set her bag and purse down. She turned toward her boyfriend with a sly grin.

“Then you remember what we did in that storage room, right,” her mischievous tone did not go unnoticed by the ever observant officer.

Gavin placed a hand on her hip while the other caressed her cheek. He leaned in to whisper in her ear,

“Yes, I had you pinned to a wall for a quick little ‘session’, if I’m remembering correctly,” he pulled away, “am I right?” A hint of lust burned in those amber eyes. Hazel let out a small giggle, “you are correct, sir.”

She broke out of his small embrace and headed towards the fridge, “a-anyways, we should probably eat.”

Gavin snagged her wrist, “we could recreate that, you know, since we still have the costumes.”

A fuse blew somewhere in Hazel’s brain and she suddenly forgot how to speak. Pleased with himself, Gavin released her wrist and went back to the table to peruse the food she bought.

“W-what do you want to drink,” she stammered.

“I’ll have water, please,” he replied, chuckling to himself, “which one is yours and which is mine?”

“Any one you want,” she replied, regaining her composure. They sat down and enjoyed their dinner; afterwards they looked through the magazine for the article on Twisted Dreams Photography. Hazel was thoroughly impressed with it.

“Oh wow, they did a really good job on this shoot. I was really surprised that they do weddings too~”

Gavin watched as Hazel’s eyes lit up at each bride featured in the article.

“Ah! Look! It’s the dress we saw in the bridal shop,” she pointed at the picture excitedly.

“You’re right,” he said, “you want to wear that dress even more now? Since it’s been featured?”

*POP*

There went another fuse but this time Hazel regained her composure more quickly.

“Hmm, like I said, ‘someday’”

Gavin glanced at the clock on the wall,

“It’s getting late, we should get to bed, yeah?”

“Ah, yeah, sure~”

~~~Saturday afternoon~~~

The giant ginkgo tree truly did look more impressive in person. Gavin shook his head to clear his mind from distractions in order to focus on the task at hand. He watched Hazel as she marveled at everything around her; she looked so carefree as she turned and smiled back at him.

‘It’s now or never,’ he psyched himself up.

“H-Hazel?”

She cocked her head to the side, looking at him inquisitively. He got down on one knee, and presented the ring to her.

“Hazel May, will you marry me?”

There was a long pause; Hazel was looking down at him with an expression he’d never seen before. A look of disdain, perhaps?

“I will not marry you.”

He blinked, ‘did… did I hear that right?”

“Huh?”

“I said, ‘I will not marry you’”

At that instance, Gavin’s world utterly shattered.

Gavin’s eyes snapped open; hyperventilating a little, he looked over at the clock on his night stand, he had only been asleep for two hours. He sat up and rubbed his eyes still trying to calm himself down.

“Mmmm, Babe, you okay,” Hazel asked while still half asleep.

“Y-Yeah, I just had a bad dream is all.”

Hazel sat up and blearily asked, “ you want to talk about it?”

Letting out a heavy sigh, Gavin replied, “no, my love, let’s go back to sleep.”

“Oookay,” she said, her head landing with an audible plop back onto her pillow. Within minutes, her light snores resumed. Gavin settled back into place but it took much longer for him to go back to sleep; the dream still weighing heavy in the back of his mind.

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alloveroliver · 5 years ago

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Victor | Kiro | Gavin | Lucien HC

Rating: Smut 18+

How do they react after making MC cum for the first time?

A|N: Top-voted HC! This will be an established relationship scenario with your boyfriend.

Mr. Love Queen's Choice Headcanon

Victor:

-Holding his arms behind his head, he nestled into his palms. Victor relaxed with the bedside lamp on waiting for you to join him in bed.

-It was a night you two had planned that you would stay over so it would be easier to make it to the airport early in the morning. You and Victor were due for a vacation together, and he was happy to host you at his home.

-You wore typical pajamas, a matching set of a long sleeve top and sweatpants. It wasn't anything sexy, yet Victor couldn’t understand why he wasn’t able to keep his eyes off you.

-Victor made sure to click off the light once you settled under the blanket next to him. He only paused for a moment before wrapping his arms around you from behind.

-Having you in his home alone like this was the most intimate you two had ever been since becoming officially boyfriend and girlfriend.

-Victor seized the moment by kissing your cheek in the dark. It was a soft peck, and he whispered 'goodnight' into your ear.

-After a long pause, you turned in his arms. His heart raced, wondering what you were doing. Your small hand came up and cupped his face, and then you kissed him deeply. Victor stifled a gasp but kept going, kissing you deeper than before.

-The make-out became so heated. Your clothes were twisted, and Victor tossed off your top. He kissed the dip in your stomach, sucking lightly on your hip to leave a tiny hickey mark to remember him by later.

-His large hands pushed your pajama bottoms and panties off in one fell swoop. The garments mixed in with the sheets, forgotten as Victor parted your legs.

-He tested at first, licking your thigh before moving closer to your core. His hand trembled, pushing your legs to rest over his broad shoulders.

-Victor's heartbeat so fast he could hear the pounding in his ears. Finally, his tongue ran along your slit, and you shivered.

-He tasted the arousal that he'd brought about by kissing and touching you. The scent of your lust for him drove him mad. Victor lost himself for a moment, sucking and lapping at your helpless clit.

-He hadn't realized you were gripping his hair until he heard you gasp that you were close. At first, it didn't register what you meant. Then it hit him, and his cheeks flushed with your moans.

-The usual teasing he did was at the back of his mind. He would test later how much you truly enjoyed his teasing. For now, he relished in the sounds and movements your body made for him.

-Your thighs began to tighten around his head, holding him closer to your core. Victor licked in an X pattern after realizing that was the movement that made you moan the loudest. He sucked and licked until your words were gibberish and your body was shaking.

-Your release was evident to him as your cunt throbbed on his lips and legs shook against his shoulders. You lost control and arched off the bed with his name falling from your lips.

-You weakly pushed his head at the end of your climax and Victor moved up the length of your body. He didn't want anything for himself. Seeing your face flushed, pupils dilated, and hair askew made his heart skip a beat.

-Victor hadn't realized how pleasurable it was to share such an intimate moment with the woman he loved. He had no idea his love for you could grow exponentially.

-He cupped your face and stroked your bottom lip with his thumb. You trembled in the aftershock as he held you tight in his arms. Victor kissed you again with a gentle look on his face. His mask was entirely off while he held you tight to his chest.

Kiro | Gavin | Lucien are below the cut-

Kiro:

-Kiro's blue eyes sparkled in the dimly lit room. He held you close on the couch while the movie in front of you began playing credits.

-Earlier, you two didn't make it 5 minutes into the film before your lips were locked. The relationship was so new, and his schedule was so packed, it was easy to become lost in one another once finally alone together.

-Kiro allowed you to tear his clothes off and admire his sculpted frame. In exchange, he did the same to you, leaving you wearing nothing while his nude body hovered over yours.

-He kissed your body fiercely, making sure to kiss you all over before making it back to your lips.

-His mouth ventured lower, kissing your ankles and then your knees. He took his time to savor every part of your body before moving to the next.

-Kiro's lips tasted your center, making sure to please every inch of you with his tongue. You were drenched and writhing by the time he teased your pert nipples.

-Your hands ran through his soft hair, pulling him to your lips after what felt like ages. Your body hummed with pleasure from all of his gentle caresses.

-Warm lips moved up the valley of your breast, then showered your shoulders with kisses. Kiro's hair was a mess of strands by the time his crystal eyes came back into view.

-Lining his body up with yours, Kiro's length ground against your slick center. He moaned, unable to hold back how good your body felt to him.

-" Am I going too fast?" He whispered while moving his lips along your cheeks.

-When you affirmed that you were ready and that you wanted him severely, his lips quirked up. He wasn't done kissing your neck while his hands roamed your torso.

-Kiro's hand slipped between your thighs to guide the tip towards your entrance. You clenched around nothing until you felt the intrusion stretch your walls.

-His hips rocked against yours in a smooth rhythm. His lips captured your mouth and entangled his tongue with yours. You heard his voice pitch for the first time as he moaned with every deep thrust into you.

-He took his time, focusing on your lips more than anything. Gasps of 'I love you' and 'You are beautiful' were exchanged intermittently during the kiss. Kiro didn't have a goal in mind while he moved his hips slow and steady between your thighs.

-It wasn't until your nails dug into his back that he realized your walls were pulsing against his cock. Kiro slipped his hand down and teased your clit, prolonging the pleasure of your release as much as he was able.

-You hadn't said anything to warn him, but despite being unprepared, he kept up the rhythm you seemed to like the most.

-Once your eyes peeled open again, and your legs stopped shaking, his gaze was on you. He kissed you, fervently. Kiro hugged you close, buzzing with his own nervous energy. His nose nuzzled the side of your neck while he gave in to a few more strokes.

-He reacted with far more kisses than before, showering your entire neck and ear with hundreds of small pecks. Sharing this moment with you was more than bliss. He was in his own little paradise that consists of just the two of you.

-He didn't take long to find his release in the flurry of kisses and hugs. You fell asleep together on the sofa, awaiting the morning sun to ring in a new day.

Gavin:

-Toward the end of the summer, Gavin asked you on a special date to the park just outside the city. Your relationship was still new, so when his hand linked with yours, it trembled. He was excited and nervous, all rolled up into one.

-The date consisted of the two of you having a dinnertime picnic and stare up at the sky. Gavin picked a beautiful spot on a hill where the sky was the closest and a night where the sky was clear.

-You made a batch of cookies despite his insistence that he would take care of everything. You felt bad that he went out of his way to prepare something so special, that you wanted to show your appreciation.

-At the end of the meal, Gavin pulled out a bottle of wine and two long-stemmed glasses. The red wine warmed your body as did Gavin's head resting on your lap. You played with his hair while watching the stars.

-He pointed out a few constellations and helped you map them out with your pointing finger. You joked together and laughed while the wine bottle became empty.

-Soon you two were laying side by side, wine glasses were forgotten and lips locked. It was hard to stop after you'd had a taste of his sweet lips and rogue stained tongue.

-He moved you to lay on his arm while he leaned over to kiss you. One kiss, lead to another making the evening end in a frenzy of lips crashing and tongues twining.

-Gavin began moving his hand around your body, gently caressing your curves. He cupped your chest, kneading lightly over your clothed top.

-You felt like a teenager again, heart racing and emotions high. Gavin was ever the gentleman, making you huff that your invitation for him to move lower went unaccepted.

-He kept everything above the waist, that is until you took matters into your own hands. You were bashful, but you still lead his palm down to where your skirt rode up. You were so close to Gavin's face as you kissed that you could feel the heat radiation from his blushing cheeks.

-He pushed your skirt up further and ran his long fingers up and down the center of your panties. The tips of his fingers sensed your heated core making him all the more curious to touch you.

-His hand slipped down the front of your panties, keeping his lips pressed firmly to yours. Using his middle finger, he ran up and down your aroused slit.

-Hearing how you moaned at his delicate touch, Gavin focused on the apex of your sex. He teased your clit while swallowing your moans with every kiss.

-The evening air blew gusts over you two, bringing his mind to reality for a split second. He imagined so many times being intimate with you, but now that it was happening it was better than any daydream his mind could conjure up.

-Your hands grabbed for his shirt, and your hips lifted to meet his circling touch. He dipped his finger into your entrance once, then twice before making his way back to your clit.

-He remained in the same spot, watching you fall apart beneath him. It was beautiful how your cheeks flushed, and your volume rose. Your hair fell from it’s updo, spilling around your face the more you arched back into the blanket.

-Gavin's hand was covered in your essence by the time you began digging your heels into the ground. The coil deep in your stomach snapped making your pussy throb hard against his digits.

-There were a few sounds his lips couldn't muffle. You moaned loudly into the night, thanking him profusely with every wave of pleasure that washed over you.

-Gavin's cheeks burned bright. He rested his hand in the crook of your neck while you came down from your high.

-You panted to catch your breath, running your fingers through his hair. Gavin's heart pounded hard, and you could feel it against your own chest. He didn't look at you for a long time and instead kissed the dip of your neck.

-It was sweet and sensual until you felt a slight prickling feeling. He sucked the sensitive spot under your ear, leaving a kiss sized hickey in his wake.

-He told you later that he marked you for two reasons. One, so that every time you saw it, you would think of him. And Two, so that every time he saw it, he wouldn't forget the special evening you shared.

Lucien:

-Lucien came home after being gone for two days straight. He was working hard on a new project and was unable to call or text often.

-It was difficult for you since the relationship was so fresh. It felt like he was pushing you away again, but you knew better. You waited for him at your own home, yet still texted him when you were thinking of him.

-Lucien rushed down the street in his car after his lab closed for the night. The big project was finally over, and he could sleep back at home again, accept he wanted to visit you first.

-It was half-past midnight, and he wasn't sure if you would still be awake by the time he arrived, but Lucien decided he would try anyway. He called your phone the moment he stepped off the elevator.

-You answered in a groggy voice, making Lucien smile wide.

-"Hello, did I wake you?" Lucien spoke clearly into the receiver. He passed his condo door and made his way over to yours.

-You assured him you'd only dozed off for a moment and that you'd rather see him than go back to bed. He knocked lightly on your door with the back of his knuckle and waited.

-You jumped out of bed and smoothed down any flyaways while making your way to the entrance.

-It felt like so long since you'd last seen him your stomach was doing cartwheels at the thought of his physical form filling your doorway. You flipped on the hallway light before finally opening the door.

-Lucien stood at the doorway, wearing a casual button-up shirt under his black jacket. His lap coat was long gone after his shift. He smiled fondly at your smaller form before taking you into his arms for a hug.

-Your forehead rubbed against his chest, nuzzling while you pressed up on your toes. Your face finally made it up to his and your lips connected in an unbreakable link.

-Lucien snaked his hands down your frame and tugged your thighs up over his waist. He easily carried you past the threshold of your apartment and shut the door behind him.

-Making his way to the couch, he whispered between kissed how much he missed you. It didn't seem fair that he had to work so much when you were already staying late at your own job as well. You worried that you two many not see each other often, but that was the catalyst to making sure you made the most of every moment together.

-He sat back on the couch and hugged you close to his frame. Your legs straddled him, digging into the couch cushions for support.

-It didn't take long before his hands began to sneak up your pajama top. He caressed your back, teasing your spine up and down to elicit chilled bumps from you.

-It was when his hand move to your front that your kissed became heated. You both panted into one another's mouths, teeth nearly clashing in your passionate frenzy.

-His fingers were delicate, pinching, and stroking your hardening nipples. The sensation shot straight to your arousal and made your back arch into his hand. He reveled in your breathy moans, looking down at you every so often to lock eyes before delving his tongue back between your lips.

-It was then you realize just how much your hips bucked against him with every pinch he gave your nipples.

-Lucien cupped your ass with one hand and moved you closer to his center. He urged you to keep rubbing your hips against him, this time colliding with his straining pants.

-He sighed in sync with you now, feeling your heat against his own. Lucine refused to leave your lips for longer than a couple of seconds, keeping your moans all to himself.

-Your body tensed and relaxed with every rub your clit made through your thin shorts against his hard center. It felt rapturous the longer you thrust into him. Shyness exuded from you, but a primal need to keep moving along his confined length kept you going.

-" I missed you. I missed you so much," You huffed and groaned onto his pillowy lips.

-His large hand ran up the small of your back, urging you forward and backward faster than before. It was a quake that you felt building in your toes first before the band snapped.

-While Lucien held you close, your climax pulsed through your whole body. Your hips wavered, rubbing his cock harder than before to gain more pleasure.

-He looked slightly surprised. His usual cool was gone and was replaced with genuine wonder and gentleness. His eyes sparkled with curiosity that you had seen only a few times before.

-After your hips came to a stop, you went to rest your head against his broad shoulders. Only subtle waves of electricity washed over you now, and your skin broke out in a clammy sheen.

-Lucine slowly guided you to the couch. He laid your head to the cushion and moved to hover over the top of you. Situating your shirt back down, he admired you from above.

-Soon you were chatting quietly about what he had missed the past few days while sharing chaste kisses every so often. It was home to Lucien. Your embrace was the most comforting place he could ever wish to be.

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otonymous · 5 years ago

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Roughhoused (MLQC Gavin - NSFW)

Description: Gavin, as you’ve never seen him before Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised. Trigger warnings: rough sex, rough oral sex, spanking, dom/sub, bondage, gun kink, spitting Word Count: 1774 words (~9 mins of pure, shameless smut) AO3: read here Author’s Notes: This story was inspired by this post made by the lovely @dear-mrs-otome. Apparently, Gavin spitting in my mouth is something I didn’t know I needed in my life until it was pointed out to me 😂 Very smutty and quite rough (please note the warnings above). That being said, if you’re into it, happy reading! 😊

All characters & Mr Love: Queen’s Choice owned by Elex

The smell of leather intensifies in your nostrils as the side of your face presses even harder against the seat of the motorcycle, and when long fingers weave through your hair to anchor and curl in an iron grip, you let loose a shaky exhale to feel your scalp lift ever so subtly in whichever direction he chooses to pull in.

But there is absolutely nothing subtle about the way his knee parts your legs, sudden and rough, like the blast of cool evening air that hits your skin when he pulls your skirt up to the waist, one large hand ripping the ribbon ties at the side of your panties so hard and fast you barely had time to blink before satin slid down one leg to rest at the ankle — the man who has you pinned and cuffed refusing even an inch of movement to allow you to step out of them in the black stilettos you wore especially for—

“G-Gavin! Ahh!”

You jump at the touch of his calloused fingers between your legs, stroking hard and impatient and so different from how he usually took you. But there is little time for contemplation: pulling his hand away, he yanks your hair up and back, directing your gaze towards a face so handsome you feel yourself growing wetter despite the distortion of your body.

“Did I give you permission to call me by name?”

His voice is low. Husky. Dangerous.

Hair in the grip of his fist, you merely manage a slight shake of the head, tongue running corner to corner to lick lips parched from panting as you desperately try to find your voice.

“N-No, sir. I’m sorry, Officer Gavin. It won’t happen again.”

Desire darkens the amber eyes closing in on your face as his lips approach your open mouth, just shy of touching when he whispers:

“It’s too bad for you I don’t believe in second chances.”

Gavin spits in your mouth, shock combining with the heat and taste of his saliva to make you throb so violently your legs press together, chasing some modicum of relief in the absence of his hand. And when you find your pussy too slick to secure any sort of friction, a whimper leaves your lips, pathetically begging the officer for his cock.

But he merely meets your supplication with a sneer — gorgeous features frozen in an icy expression as he presses an index finger to his lips, the gesture suppressing your groan as it calls for absolute silence.

“I’ve dealt with scum like you before...”

Fingers still wound in your hair, Gavin forces you to the ground and it takes a moment to find your balance — bare knees on dirt and grass with your hands cuffed at the small of your back. And as the officer starts to remove his gun from its holster, you track his hands with wide eyes and bated breath.

“…Think you can get away with anything and everything just because you’ve got a beautiful face.”

Finally loosening his hold, he squats before you, the dying rays of sunlight glinting off the insignias of rank on his shoulder to make you squint. Then…deliberately slow…he caresses you with the barrel, cool metal tempering the heat of crimson cheeks with its touch. And for a moment, you wondered whether Gavin would agree to slide it between your legs if you swore to spread them wide for his eyes only.

“Tsk, tsk. Were you expecting something? You’re not even wearing a bra.”

Nipples hardening even further against the silk of your favourite blouse, you bite back your moans as the gun moves against the skin of your chest, barrel pulling at the front of your top to pop button after button until your breasts are fully exposed to ravenous eyes — Gavin’s throat bobbing conspicuously at the sight.

Bringing up the muzzle of the firearm to rest lightly against your lips, the officer studies you intently, not a hint of pink on his cheeks as he says,

“Well, beautiful, it’s time for you to show me what those pretty little lips can do.”

Salivating on reflex at the sound of his pants unzipping, your mouth immediately parts to accept the smooth head of his cock as it replaces the revolver, now back at his hip. But before your tongue can even slide out to get that first taste of flesh, he draws back, chuckling under his breath as he taps his erection against your lips.

“Impatient, aren’t we? Nasty girl. Mind your manners.”

“Please.”

“‘Please’ what?”

The sharp tone of his voice sends another jolt to your core, the surge of moisture now palpable as it drips from swollen lips.

“Please, Officer Gavin…may I have a taste of your cock?”

“Hmm.” A tiny smile of approval.

Lower lip disappearing behind the bite of white teeth, Gavin slowly exhales as you take him in your mouth, eyes locked on his all the while. And when you feel his heat against your cheeks and that strain in your jaw, you hum happily, tongue dancing along the underside of his cock just to get the satisfaction of feeling him twitch at the back of your throat.

But with your wrists still rubbing against the cuffs and knees precariously balanced on uneven ground, it was difficult to satiate your appetite, being unable to build up neither the speed nor depth you were typically used to.

“Can’t even do this properly, can you? Perhaps some punishment is in order.”

Gavin’s fingers fan out on either side of your head, the grip gentle despite being firm. Inhaling deeply through your nose, you quickly suppress a smile as you relax your jaw, preparing to receive the officer when he suddenly thrusts into your mouth, spit cascading past lips pulled taut over teeth to coat your chin each time his hips draw back.

And just when you think he is close to spilling across your tongue, Gavin stops, yanking you up by your sleeve to release your bound hands.

If the sheer size of his erection wasn’t intimidating enough, the feral look in his eyes certainly was as he said, “Hands against the bike.”

So you comply, the leather seat soft beneath your palms as you bend forward at an exaggerated angle, attempting to offset the way your heels sink into the ground.

A moment passes. Then another. And when you still can’t feel Gavin behind you, you lift your head to seek him out amongst foliage that shielded you both from prying eyes at the side of the quiet road, stopping short when his baritone voice commands:

“Keep your eyes forward. Lift your skirt and spread your legs wide. Wider.”

Gaze fixed obediently on the ground, you watch as polished boots step between your stilettos. And when Gavin’s hand finally reaches around to cup and caress each of your breasts in turn, you cannot help but close your eyes at the sensation of his smooth head sliding along the length of your folds, coating himself liberally in your arousal before pressing against your entrance.

His breath is hot in your ear when he whispers, “Does this excite you?”

Before you could even answer, one powerful swing of his hips has him buried to the hilt in your pussy, leaving your mouth gaping open in a silent gasp as Gavin fucks you, relentless in both speed and force.

Smack!

“Mmm!”

Your cry rings out in the open air when the officer brings his hand down hard on your supple ass, and when the initial sting gives way to blooming warmth, you look back to see his hand raised once more, Gavin’s eyes dark with threat and lust as he poses the question yet again, this time slow and deliberate:

“Does. This. Excite. You?”

Smack!

“Ahhh! Yes! Yes, it excites me, Officer Gavin!”

Breathlessly, you spit the words out, and when you feel his palm rubbing over the sore flesh of your backside, the unexpected tenderness has you clenching so hard he hisses behind you.

Relinquishing its hold on your hip, Gavin’s hand snakes south until his fingers find their way between your folds — index, middle finger and thumb deftly exploring: savouring the friction in the tight spaces where he dove in and out of your body, testing the consistency of your arousal that dripped and accumulated.

Drawing concentric patterns around your already sensitized clit as they gradually build up the pressure and velocity needed to send tremors coursing through your body.

“Come…hmm…come with me. This is an order.” Gavin’s voice trembles ever so slightly as he issues his final command, spoken against the shell of your ear.

“Y-yes, Officer Gavin.”

Securing your grip on the seat of the motorbike, your face distorts from pleasure and the effort expended in trying to remain silent despite the way Gavin moved within your body — hot, hard and fast as he approached his climax and brought you to the edge of yours.

And when the soft bite of teeth at the nape of your neck coincides with liquid warmth rhythmically inundating you from within, every nerve in your body conspires to snap the tension in tight muscles, the violence of your climax leaving you limp and clinging helplessly to the bike for support.

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“I’m so sorry. Was I too rough this time? Did I get carried away?”

Lips curling into an amused smile, you plant a kiss on Gavin’s cheek, admiring the red that crept up to the tips of his ears.

“You were absolutely perfect, Gavin. Didn’t slip out of your role, not even once! And that bit with your unloaded gun? Perfection. But you can put me down now, I can walk by myself. My place is right there, and besides…people are starting to stare.”

Your lover breathes a sigh of relief, readjusting his grip to carry you even closer to his chest.

“I couldn’t care less about them, let them stare. The only one I care about is you. Besides, are you sure you’re alright? I…I didn’t hold back at all earlier. You must be sore.”

Brows furrowed, a hint of remorse crosses the handsome officer’s face as he searches your eyes, soft tenderness wrapped up in a hard-boiled exterior, the entirety of the man making you melt all over again.

“Sore in all the right places,” you snicker in his ear, beaming to see him grin in response. Then, lowering your voice to a whisper, you ask, “Why don’t we put you in the handcuffs the next time around?”

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janumun · 5 years ago

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Cops and Robbers

Pairing: Gavin/MC Rated: NSFW/18+ Tags: Role-playing, Sex Toy (Cock Ring), Handcuffs, Blindfolding, Oral and Vaginal Sex Words: 1060

Summary: She wants to try being his criminal. He lets her capture him instead. (Gavin, role-playing and hand cuffs, except not in the way you expected.)

“Well then,”

Pressing the flat of her sole against his throbbing dick, she watched him shudder, back arching against the wall in a perfect beautiful curve.

“How long has it been now, officer?” she crooned softly, sole sliding up toward the crown of his glans, toes curling around the tip.

Gavin threw his head to the side, a startled gasp escaping him. His chest heaved with the effort of every breath, perspiration trekking a path along his stuttering abdominal muscles.

Crouching down before the bound man, she ran her index along a throbbing vein on the underside of his shaft. “I believe I asked you a question.”

“I-I… can’t… tell… Long…. It’s been long.”

“Good man, at least you’ve been feeling it.” She smiled in satisfaction, before a frown took over her features again, although he could not see it. His tie was still firmly in place, right where it belonged: around his eyes, robbing him of sight, heightening his sense of carnal pleasure.

Swiping a finger at his tip, she clucked her tongue in disapproval at his arousal. “What a pervert I’ve got on my hands. You’re still leaking despite the ring I so lovingly put on you.”

Gavin’s response was a low throaty groan, biceps flexing against the cuffs that restrained his wrists.

“You’re one useless cop, aren’t you? To get captured by your own quarry, handcuffed to the foot of her bed, as you are: miserable and pathetic.”

He took in her harsh deriding, all in silence, broken only by the sounds of his labored breaths.

Shrewd eyes took in every breath, every shudder, the slightest twitches of his brow, drinking in the litany of expressions flitting across his beautiful face. His current state satisfied her. Very much.

She brought her finger to his lips in a light tap. “Open up, Officer Gavin. Clean up your mess.”

He obliged obediently, letting his lips part to admit her finger.

“Suck.”

He did.

“Just like that, lick yourself off of me nicely. Mm…”

Gavin’s mouth moved around her finger, as he leaned forward to swallow more of it into his mouth till he reached her knuckles. Flicking his tongue in between the webs of her fingers, he lapped dutifully at his pre-cum, leaving behind a trail of messy saliva instead.

She withdrew her digits with an abrupt pop, his tongue trying to follow her retreating hand before he stopped, giving up once he realized the impediments of his current position.

She smiled at his kneeling form before leaning forward to reward him. “Show me your tongue, Officer.” She crooned softly.

Gavin let his mouth drop open, tongue seeking out what she offered him next. He jerked a bit against the sudden sensation of her tongue on his, a breathless sound leaving him before she swallowed it up into her mouth.

Pushing back against his lips, she devoured him like a woman entranced, intent on wearing him further down, as if he were not already at this woman’s mercy, body and soul.

Withdrawing from him, she trailed soft loving kisses across his flushed cheeks before whispering, barely audible, right against his ear, “Remember your safe word, baby?”

Satisfied when he nodded back, she sat back, hungry eyes roving over his naked form, before finally settling on his weeping cock. “Do you want me to relieve you, Officer?”

“Yes, I… need… hah… please.” He answered immediately, begging for her in a way she knew no one else had ever seen him do before. Gavin would die before he let anyone else see him the way she saw him - vulnerable - but only for her.

It filled her heart to bursting with love, for him, this sweet, sweet man.

She wanted to treat him so good.

Folding herself over him so that she hovered right over his cock, she took him into her mouth, relishing the sound of his lovely groan when her lips closed around him. He sounded at his limit.

“U-Urgh! Fuc- ” Gavin bit down on his tongue to keep himself from swearing.

Amused by his effort at restraint, she bobbed her head over his cock, sucking and licking at it the way she knew he liked it.

Hand cupping around his balls, she teased at them, knowing it would push him toward the edge but not over. Not unless she wanted him to.

She eyed the cock ring that adorned the base of him. He looked beautiful with it on, his cock straining against it such an enticing sight; it had her mouth watering and her pussy aching for him.

When she finally pulled off of him, Gavin collapsed back against the wall, reduced to shaky moans.

Positioning herself over him, she pushed his cock into her aching centre, the both of them groaning at the feeling of their abrupt union.

Driving her hips against his, she curled her arms around his neck to utter filthy seductions into his ear. “Officer, your dick feels perfect inside of me. The crazy way it’s just throbbing – hah – you’ve wanted this, haven’t you?”

“I do, I always… always… want you hah. It’s why I’ve chased after y-you all these years.”

“Mm… Are you mine to have then?”

“I am. All… all that I am… is… hngh… yours.”

“Such a good response. Tell me you want me to make you come, sweet little prisoner.”

“I want you… to make me… make me… come.”

She ducked her head to plant kisses along the red peaking from underneath his blindfold, before pulling herself off of him, enough to adjust the tightness of his ring, loosening it sufficiently for him to be able to ejaculate.

She sheathed him within herself again, purposefully making herself go tight. A strangled sound escaped Gavin’s throat before he was coming, hot and profuse within her, hands spasming wildly against his restraints before he collapsed against her breasts, chest heaving with the effort to take in huge lungfuls of air.

She smiled down at him, loosening the bind around his eyes.

Hazy brown eyes met hers, sending a spark of pleasure straight to her groin.

Wow. He was… sexy.

“How was your first experience then?”

Gavin huffed out a breathy chuckle at her words. “…Intense.”

She grinned at him. “A rousing success then. I can’t wait for you to try it out on me next time.”

A/N: A random simple scenario for Gavin. Hardly anything extraordinary or well-fleshed but thank you for reading my little writing diversion!

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howtodisassembleyourdeviant · 4 years ago

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Gavin peeked down at his cheeks, then leaned in to kiss them. He loved that he could make the android flush. "You know you don't have to have all your parts for me to be interested right? We can get damn creative baby~"

Connor leaned into the kiss, and his heart nearly burst at Gavin’s words. It made him feel... secure. Gavin knows full well what he is, no longer hates his kind, and has never made Connor feel like he was lesser since they started their relationship.

He still remembers their first time, despite being under the influence. Connor had frozen in panic when he thought Gavin would be disgusted when he saw that his cock was flushed blue and not red, knowing the man had a distaste for his kind. They weren’t even dating at the time. Yet, everything changed for them that night, when Gavin assured him that he knew what he wanted.

“Every time I think I couldn’t possibly love you more than I already do, you say or do something that makes me fall even harder,” Connor turns his head to Gavin, smiling in a way that just shows how much he adores the human, “You make me feel proud to wear your ring.” He leans in to give Gavin a kiss on the lips. He didn’t mean to make the moment so sentimental and sappy, but Connor just couldn’t help himself.

#Connor feeling soft and so in love #Convin #detective-phck

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myhockeyworld87 · 5 years ago

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Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 1

Requested: No

Word Count: 1263

Note: This is the first imagine I’ve ever posted. New to this whole Tumblr thing but love the fanfics that are out there. I majored in math, not english lit, so don’t kill me on all the grammer. Feedback it greatly appreciated.

Song Inspiration: Nervous by Gavin James

POV: Tyler

Warning: swearing

She was here. You weren’t really surprised. In fact, you half expected it, as this was where you met her one year ago. What you didn’t see coming was the flood of emotions seeing her evoked. God you missed her. She had been everything good in your life and you’d fucked it up.

One year ago, she had been standing at that bar; the same one she was standing at now. She had been wearing black then, as opposed the burgundy dress she had on now. Both fit her like a glove, hugging every curve and dip in her body. You could remember the feel of that body underneath yours writhing in passion; and hear her moans as she came. You remembered that small little mole she had on the inside of her thigh that you nibbled every time you made your way up to her sweet little pussy. You licked your lips remembering the way she tasted.

How had things gotten to this place? You standing in the shadows watching her every move; lusting after the woman who was once yours. You’d fucked up, that’s how. In one stupid night, you’d let some stupid girl ruin the best thing that ever happened to your life. But you couldn’t really blame her could you, it was your fault. You should’ve never been there in the first place. (Y/N) had been out of town for work. You were bored without her, so you gave in when your friends had decided to celebrate the win your team just had. The club was a place you’d used to frequent; not so much once (Y/N) had walked in to your life. You didn’t need to go; she was your everything. Yet there you were laughing and drinking with the group. Women swirling around you like you were some prime piece of meat at a buffet table and they were all starving. None of them wanted to really know you. They just wanted you for your name, your money and maybe your status. They were the exact opposite of (Y/N). It should have annoyed you; but instead it fed your ego that night, all these stupid, young girls giving you attention.

You can’t remember now why you did it; maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the heady feeling you had receiving all this female attention. The truth of it was, you were nervous; scared knowing that (Y/N) was endgame. From the moment you met her, you’d knew she was the one. The fact that every time you walked past a jewelry store a month after meeting her and started looking at engagement rings for her only confirmed the fact. But that night, not having her by your side, those nerves got the best of you. You started doubting that you could be with one woman for the rest of your life. So, what did you do? Prove that fucking theory right. It was beyond stupid letting that twenty-one-year-old draw you outside around the back of the club. The blow job she gave you wasn’t even satisfying and you regretted it the moment her lips touched your cock. By then it was too late. Her friends hiding around the corner snapping shots of the two of you. You heard the click, and it was like a bucket of ice water being thrown on you. You shoved the girl off of you, anger bubbly up at both her and yourself.

The pictures of you and her surfaced all over Instagram the next day. None of the damaging photos from outside showed up, but there were still ones of the two of you dancing, laughing and one of you kissing her. The blonde claiming that she was your girlfriend. She had text you and told you not to refute the claim or the other photos would be out. So, when (Y/N) came home sobbing, you hadn’t known what to say. You tried to explain, but of course she wouldn’t hear any of it. Not that you could blame her. She packed her things, leaving for god only knew where. You hated yourself in that moment. Hell, even your dogs hated you. You’d tried to reach out to her, explain what had happened and how incredibly sorry you were. All you wanted was another chance. It was too late; the bond of trust had already been broken. That was less than three months ago.

Now, there she stood. Looking as beautiful as the day you first saw her. You saw her laugh; it was fake though. You could tell even standing at this distance. You knew what her genuine laugh sounded like, it haunted you every night in your dreams. That’s when you saw him. You’d been so focused on her you hadn’t noticed him standing there, until he rested his hand at the small of her back. He looked familiar, but you weren’t sure why. In the recesses of your mind you knew he was some prominent guy in Dallas. You’d seen him in one of the boxes at the games. Knew that he came from money; the Rolex on his wrist confirming that.

Your hand curled into a fist, angry that he would make such a possessive move on your woman. But she wasn’t yours, you reminded yourself. She used to be. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to walk over there and make things right. You’d go right now, fall to your knees and beg her forgiveness; if you thought she’d take you back. Her love had been the one constant thing in your life; even if your relationship had been a whirlwind. You needed it back, almost as much as you needed air to breath. Everything was suffering without her; you, hockey, even relationships with your friends had all gone to hell without her. You’d become a recluse, not going out or even having friends in. This was the first event you’d been to, since she left. Hell, it was the first time you’d seen her. And now that you had, you knew you couldn’t live without her.

How to get her back was at the forefront of your mind? You stalked her, watching her every move; waiting until she was alone to approach her. You had no clue what you would say to her when that moment happened though; a simple “I love you” wasn’t going to cut it. The moment the opportunity came, you seized it; taking long strides to reach her. Until there she was standing in front of you. Your heart beating out of your chest. God you wanted to rip it out and just hand it to her. If you gave her all of yourself would it be enough? Would she even want it? Your mouth was dry, when you went to open it; hoping to God the words that came out would be enough. But it was her voice that spoke first, a hush whisper; just your name “Tyler.” It was a benediction, a prayer. Something you’d been craving to hear since the moment she closed the door on you.

“(Y/N),” it was all you could say at the moment. A range of emotions played across her face; anger, hope and last but not least love. That small little flicker, gave you the optimism you were looking for. Maybe there was still a chance; you latched on to that spark. It wouldn’t be easy and would take time but you had nowhere to be except here with her now and every day after that if she’d let you.

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kiruuuuu · 5 years ago

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Thank you so much @bdiduk2003, both for your compliments and the request :) I’m always happy to see your name pop up 💞 Even though I shifted the focus a little, I hope you enjoy this piece in which:

Mute’s Halloween outfit overstays its welcome and Smoke demonstrates what a good dad he is. (Rating M, some sexual elements + heaps of fluff, ~3.5k words) - Thanks a lot also to @i-dnt-know-either for allowing me to reference your wonderful Halloween fic!! 💙💙💙 It’s not required but highly recommended to read it first.

“I really should’ve gotten you some heels”, Smoke drawls, still lazily palming the not uninterested dick right next to his face.

“Want me to moan an octave higher, too? Because I’m not sure I actually can. Might sound like a cat dying.” Mute continues to struggle with getting that blasted dress over his head, wondering how he managed the previous evening. Not having been hungover must’ve helped. It’s early morning now, darkness lurking outside the windows still. They’ve only gotten about three hours of sleep in total, and those not even as a whole but scattered in between frotting and petting and more making out. Smoke had mentioned picking up Charlie after breakfast, and so they decided in favour of staying up the entire night before crashing completely as opposed to waking up like zombies. As a result, Mute’s crotch is sore and so are his nipples and all the bruises on his neck from Smoke acting like a vampire, and still his boyfriend is insatiable.

“Babe, you could yodel for all I care, I’d still fuck you.”

“Is that a challenge?” Finally, Mute manages to pull the playboy bunny outfit back on – Smoke requested a reprise of last night and if it helps tire him out, Mute is more than willing to dress up once more. Even so, his partner is more interested in playing with his half-hard cock peeking out between the lace instead of marvelling at how good he looks. Mute has to admit, the piece of clothing does flatter his physique.

“That depends entirely on whether you can actually yodel or not. Do we have any fishnets?”

Mute rolls his eyes but spreads his legs when questing fingers nudge them apart, already preparing for round number… he’s not even sure, actually, lost count somewhere along the way. “Are you sure you can go again? Or will this end in half an hour of aimless humping?”

The only reply he gets is a bright smile and a finger pushed inside, at which point he stops caring and gets into position to guide the tip of his cock into Smoke’s mouth, partly for the actual stimulation and mostly to shut him up. A tired, hungover Smoke is a Smoke full of bad ideas, and maybe this way he can prevent at least some of them slipping out.

A ringing stops both of them in their tracks. They exchange a meaningful glance.

Unimpressed, the sound continues.

“You should probably get that”, Mute sighs and withdraws all body parts from inside other body parts so Smoke’s hands are free to accept the call. Whoever thinks it appropriate to disturb anyone at this hour, the morning after Halloween, should be shot.

“Is she alright?”, Smoke suddenly blurts out, voice full of worry, and Mute’s stomach drops instantly, all annoyance forgotten and replaced with mild panic. This sounds serious and he doesn’t breathe until Smoke slumps in relief. “Okay. Then what else – really? Where? Gotcha. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

Mute likes absolutely nothing of what he’s just heard. “Charlie?”, he guesses and earns a nod.

“She, uh, got picked up by a sergeant, Driscoll. Sounds like local police.”

Pardon him? “She what.”

“Something about trespassing – I don’t know, and I don’t care. All I know is that we’re picking her up now.” Smoke is already halfway out the door, pulling on jeans and disregarding his lack of underwear. “Come on!”

“I actually know that guy”, Mute provides helpfully and rises as well, begins gathering clothes. “If she really has broken some laws, he’ll let it slide. He likes me.”

“You’re a godsend, babe. Now get rid of that costume and let’s go.”

Sure, no problem. All Mute has to do is take it off again and replace it with reasonable human clothes. No biggie. Piece of cake. After all, he wants to look presentable when facing any kind of law enforcement, and wants to set a good example for Charlie, and doesn’t want to appear like a cheap hooker Smoke dragged along. Easy.

Easy peasy.

“James.” The slight panic in his voice has his lover shift his attention back to him. “The fucking thing is stuck. I can’t get it off.”

They stare at each other across the messy bedroom.

“You can wear your coat?”, comes the weak suggestion and while it’s a good one, Mute shakes his head.

“Gave it to Manu the other day. She hasn’t returned it yet.”

“Put on jeans?”

“The bloody lace won’t fit.”

Another silence. Smoke is radiating impatience and Mute vaguely understands, he’s also worried about Charlie having gotten into trouble, about her hanging out with the wrong crowd and having made choices she might regret later. He knows how important she is to Smoke. Is aware of how important she is to him.

A minute later, he’s sitting in the car next to Smoke, boxer briefs peeking out from under the scandalously short dress and struggling with a hoodie he grabbed on his way out, all the while having to listen to Smoke trying to sugarcoat the situation: “Look, if you hide the top, you can pretend you just forgot to put trousers on or that you’re going as, uh -”

“The zip’s broken”, Mute sighs in defeat and demonstrates that the zip is, indeed, broken. So no hiding any part of the dress, except for the back. Wonderful. Great. Just what he needed. “Just forget about it. She’s seen you in worse.”

“She’s seen me in socks with sandals, true, but she’s not seen you in a dress like this. In a come-stained dress. I’m not making this any better, am I?”

“You might wanna stop talking, yes.” From what he knows, Charlie went out with friends to a Halloween party and was meant to sleep over at one of their places – Smoke seemed familiar with the name, so it’s surprising they ended up at the police station. Charlie is picky and, while drawn to troublemakers, she sticks with the sensible ones. The ones who know how to blow up the chemistry lab and yet refrain from doing so. She really takes after her dad in a lot of ways.

It’s not until they’ve actually stepped inside the building that Mute considers what they must look like: him in a very short dress, sneakers without socks, a sliver of bright orange boxers visible under voluminous lace with suspicious stains, a ratty red hoodie finishing the whole ensemble, and then Smoke looking like a homeless person, with the two of them undoubtedly smelling like one as well. At least they washed their hands. Well, Mute did. He doesn’t actually remember whether -

And then he notices the three teens gaping at them in shock. One of them is Charlie, the other two are siblings Mute has met once or twice before, the girl having attended the same elementary school as Smoke’s daughter and the boy only being one year older. And all of them are dumbstruck.

At least they seem to be alright, that’s something. Sighing, Mute turns to the perplexed-looking police officer apparently in charge of the three kids and greets him with a nod. Maybe if he pretends everything is normal, he won’t have to justify himself. “Sergeant.”

Recognition flashes on the man’s face. “Wait – I know you! What was your name again?”

“Mark Chandar. Pleasure seeing you again, Mr Driscoll.”

“Of course! What a coincidence.” They shake hands, the other man now beaming. Mute knows him from his days in Cambridge, was close friends with his daughter and hopefully left a lasting good impression on her dad. “Apologies for not recognising you right away, the, uh, ears threw me off.”

Fuck. He’s still wearing them? Well, taking them off now would only draw more attention to it – except that the teens’ eyes have unanimously shifted upwards to stare at his long bunny ears.

“What are you up to these days, Mark?”

He didn’t come here for friendly conversation, in any case. “Losing bets”, he replies defeatedly and watches as Charlie’s aghast expression tilts over into unbridled mirth.

To his relief, Smoke draws their attention back to the matter at hand: “I’m Charlotte’s father. So what happened?”

“Oh, yes. We received a call from a local farmer about teenagers trespassing in one of his fields and lighting a small bonfire. When we arrived, we only encountered these three next to said field. As it was very early in the morning and quite far away from… anything, really, we brought them back here and contacted you.”

Smoke furrows his brows in displeasure and Mute mirrors him – setting fire to things isn’t one of Charlie’s hobbies and neither is trespassing. She’s a model student where her marks are concerned, even if her classroom behaviour sometimes leaves things to be desired, but overall her rebellious phase has involved dyeing her hair, listening to wild music, cooking all the spicy food Smoke can’t stomach and drinking a few mixed beers here and there. It could be a lot worse.

“It wasn’t us”, Charlie chimes in, now serious again. “Gavin was driving us home and he wanted to keep the party going somewhere random, we even tried telling him that it was a bad idea but he wouldn’t listen. We didn’t climb the fence with them and waited by the road, but they must’ve bailed without us.”

“So you had nothing to do with the fire and didn’t even trespass?”, Smoke clarifies, to which his daughter and the other two teens simply nod. The two siblings seem to intimidated to lie, and this version fits more with what Mute expected, so he turns back to Driscoll.

“In that case you can let them off with a warning, right?”

The sergeant fixes the three with a grave look clearly meant to deter them from any future trouble, but he nods. “Yes, I suppose I can. Maybe you should choose your friends more carefully. Can you drive the other two home as well?”

“Sure.”

And just so his reputation isn’t permanently tarnished, Mute makes some more polite conversation while Smoke herds the teens outside into the car. Their relief is palpable, none of them acquainted with ending up at a police station, and therefore they’re grateful to be rescued. Driscoll threatened to call the siblings’ parents regardless, so they might face some more stern words, but Charlie is her usual relaxed self now.

Well, she should be. She’s chewing on her lip, however, and avoiding Smoke’s gaze in the rear-vision mirror.

“Was this seriously your Halloween costume this year, Mark?”, she blurts out as soon as he’s joined them in the car.

He responds with a weary sigh. “I should know better than to keep betting against your dad by now.”

“Who’s that?”, the girl sitting next to Charlie wants to know quietly.

“Mark? He’s my second dad.” And Mute would be lying if he claimed his heart didn’t skip a beat at that. They took some time warming up to each other, but when she invited him on a concert and he let her have a few sips of his beer, their friendship was sealed. He has trouble viewing her as a daughter since they’re barely ten years apart, but whatever it is that binds them together, they’ve reached mutual respect and understanding. “And apparently trying to get on next month’s Playboy cover. Mark, this is Roisin and this is Niall.”

“I told you we should’ve insisted on costumes”, Roisin continues in a stage whisper, “imagine Gavin in that. Or, even better, Mike. Oh my God, Mike in heels.”

“Why does everyone keep going on about heels?”, Mute wonders out loud and prompts an embarrassed giggle from Charlie’s friend, but Smoke isn’t laughing. All he does is drive through the English countryside, eyes on the road, mouth shut. He’s listening, though. And Mute gets the feeling he’s missing something.

Behind him, the three teens joke around some more, with Niall getting more and more boisterous as time passes and Roisin giggling endlessly – he’s not sure why they’re friends, but Charlie seems to like them, so he leaves them to it. They recount their own party from the previous night and gossip until Smoke stops the vehicle, pointing with his chin.

“Thanks, Mr Porter!”, Roisin hurries to say, with her brother echoing her less enthusiastically, and then both of them hug Charlie before jumping out and racing up the stairs. Probably hoping their parents are neither awake nor have received a phone call from Driscoll yet.

On the back seat, Charlie is back to chewing on her lip.

“Did you set anything on fire that wasn’t meant to be?”, Smoke asks, turning around to examine his daughter closely. And wait.

She just shakes her head, apparently expecting the questioning. “No. Of course not. I was careful, I built a proper pit for it and all.”

Wait. Mute looks back and forth between them.

“Did you remove all traces afterwards?”

“Yes, dad. Please. I’m not an idiot.”

“Why did you go into the field in the first place?”

It’s the first time Charlie actually looks embarrassed. “To stargaze. But then Niall said I couldn’t actually make a fire without a lighter, so I had to prove him wrong.”

“And it was only you three involved?”

“Yeah. We asked to be dropped off there. It was just us.”

“Anything else you have to say?”

She nods, sounding earnest. “Sorry for worrying you. And thanks for picking us up.” When Smoke remains quiet, she adds: “Thanks for getting us off the hook, Mark.”

He continues to be flabbergasted by the exchange – Charlie is not in the habit of lying, but looking back, he begins to understand: she doesn’t lie to Smoke. Everyone outside is fair game. He supposes this is what they call paternal instinct – he would’ve believed her everything. “No problem, Charl. I love making a complete fool of myself in front of casual acquaintances.”

This seems to break the ice, and the two Porters let out a laugh along with a breath they’ve been holding. “You look fantastic”, Charlie lies smoothly. “But why are you still wearing it?”

“That reminds me, we don’t have anything for breakfast”, Smoke announces brightly, inconspiciously changing the topic. “We should go shopping.”

And Mute just groans.

On the way through the parking lot, Charlie is back to being her bubbly self now that she knows Smoke isn’t mad at her, laughing unselfconsciously at most jokes and giving a rundown of her Halloween while Smoke feeds her bits and pieces of their own. Mute mentions Blitz’ collar and Charlie is both intrigued and scandalised, and when the topic shifts to Jäger’s cat ears, her eyes light up in a very familiar way. Seems like Mute already knows what he’ll get her for Christmas. They pass by a few leftovers from the past night, a handful of costumed drunken blokes swaying in place and holding a contest for the loudest burp.

Just as they’re walking past them, the wannabe-Jack-Sparrow who indubitably glanced at Mute’s attire yells for everybody to hear: “Ewww, a homo!”

Without missing a beat – and before anyone can even react –, Charlie replies loudly: “Ewww, heteros!”

Mute swallows a grin. He can’t encourage her because Smoke has been trying to teach his daughter the non-confrontational approach in a ‘do as I say, not as I do’ way, and all her dad does is walk a little faster now, gently pulling her with him. It’s not that they couldn’t beat these guys to a pulp. It’s not that Smoke wouldn’t normally make a huge display or ridicule arseholes like this. This is purely about didactics.

“The fuck did you call us, brat?”, roars severely underweight Batman whose fake abs hang on his thin frame sadly.

“I’m sorry you missed out on so much necessary education”, Charlie shoots back, cheeks reddening in anger, and then Smoke guides her through the sliding doors into the Tesco’s. “Wow, those idiots are dumb. They don’t even know what hetero means, that’s ridiculous, they thought it was an insult or something, how can you -”

“Charlie.” Smoke stops, regarding her calmly and waiting until she deflates.

“I know, dad. Pick my battles. But I get so bloody annoyed at guys like them. Bloody Niall is almost as bad, you didn’t see his face when I introduced Mark. Tosser.” Smoke is still looking at her, a fond smile on his lips which only grows when she rolls her eyes and stomps off. “Walk away, I know. Not worth my time and efforts, I won’t change their minds anyway, no need to force a confrontation, blah blah. I know.”

Mute’s heart continues melting when Smoke just laughs and captures his daughter in a hug to press a kiss to the top of her head. “Now all you gotta do is translate your knowledge into actions, sweetie. And Niall is someone whose opinion you can influence – you’re friends with him after all. Those lads outside? Worthless. They won’t listen.”

“I guess.” She doesn’t seem appeased but at least she’s not stewing anymore. While they scour the aisles for the unhealthiest breakfast they can find (Smoke insisted on a full English), she turns to Mute, curious. “Did you have to deal with crap like that a lot?”

“I won’t lie, outfits like this increase the frequency drastically.” She snorts yet seems to understand it’s a topic on which he’d rather not elaborate – in time, she’s become adept at reading him and leaving him alone if he’s slightly uncomfortable. It’s just one of the many reasons why he likes her so much.

If he’s honest, he’s on Charlie’s side, but fully understands where Smoke is coming from: she’s a teenager and while she’s capable of defending herself, a bunch of drunken men is too much for her to take on. Despite her tough attitude, she hasn’t developed a skin thick enough to not let hateful comments get to her either, and Smoke would rather she get angry than be riddled with self-doubts.

Regardless. If it was for Mute, he’d at the very least have given them a show for free. Just out of spite. Spite is a great motivator.

“You go get the eggs, we’ll fetch some toast”, Smoke suddenly decides and directs Charlie to the back of the store while dragging Mute with him to the front, ignoring his weak protests.

“We have more than enough toast”, Mute gets out just before he’s dragged past the bread aisle and pressed against the glass front, warm lips capturing his and a tongue pushing its way inside his mouth immediately. He’s always ready to make out with his boyfriend, no matter how little sleep they’ve gotten, no matter whether his dress is riding up and clearly exposing Smoke groping his arse, no matter whether anyone can see them, but this comes a little unexpected.

Then he understands. Anyone can see them. And so he starts kissing back with the appropriate enthusiasm.

Both of them are grinning when they separate, and maybe they’re overdoing it a little with Mute slapping Smoke’s arse so loudly it actually echoes and Smoke blowing the stupefied blokes outside a kiss, but neither of them care.

“You’re the most hypocritical dad I know”, Mute mutters as they hurry back to reduce suspicion, “and somehow she still turned out fine.”

“And you are the second best dad I know.”

“After yourself?” Smoke wordlessly beams at him. “Of course after yourself. Why did I even ask.”

By the time they’re leaving, the drunkards have disappeared and Charlie seems to have forgotten all about them anyway, bragging about how she managed to win a bet against Niall about how many marshmallows they could fit in their mouths. As Smoke is returning their cart and leaves them to put their groceries in the car, Mute can’t help but reference the earlier topic: “Be prepared if you actually want to confront him about his views, Charl. He might not take it well.”

“Oh I kinda expect him to go mental. But that’s okay. I’ll just date his sister.” And a wink conveys that this is meant to be a secret between the two of them, for now.

Mute just shakes his head. He could’ve met Charlie on her own, without ever knowing who she is, and he would’ve guessed her to be related to Smoke in some way. Like father, like daughter.

Not that he’s complaining. In fact, he’s looking forward to making breakfast with his two favourite people in the world. He’d just… prefer to get changed beforehand.

#rainbow six siege #smoke #mute #smoke/mute #charlie #fanfic #oneshot #request #look you can't give me a smoke/mute request and not expect me to run with it #this got a lot longer than I anticipated #charlie is my queen all hail charlie

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tristinai · 5 years ago

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WIP Meme

Tagged by the awesome @mordinette to share some of what I have been working on. Not sure yet if I will do anything with this, tbh. This is a Reed900 fic I have been writing. Takes place October 7th, 2040. After my other fic Russian Roulette. Enjoy :)

Gavin frowns as he scrutinizes his appearance in the bathroom mirror for what feels like the fiftieth time in as many minutes. He gingerly brushes his fingertips against the bit of silver that’s dotting his hairline. Thirty-eight fucking years old. If he’s honest with himself, he’s half-surprised he’s made it this long.

“Don’t see why the fuck we have to go to some uptight, snooty restaurant. Coulda picked any old bar, woulda been just as good, babe,” Gavin grumbles.

In truth, he’s not at all looking forward to spending a night of drinking overpriced champagne and ordering off a menu where he can’t pronounce half the shit on it. If he had it his way, they’d be drinking beers at Finnegan’s with Miller and Chen or spending the night in watching some of the classics. However, with the way things have been between him and Nines lately, he doesn’t want to complain too much, lest he hurt his boyfriend’s feelings.

Nines appears behind him and Gavin catches his boyfriend’s gaze in the mirror. All his displeasure melts away as he sees what the ex-gangster is wearing: the dark suit vest fits snugly on his chest, outlining his pectorals. His powder-blue tie makes his gray eyes look brighter behind his thick glasses and Gavin can already feel the stirrings of desire pool in his abdomen.

Huffing in amusement, Nines forces Gavin to turn around, leans in close enough that the detective catches his familiar cologne, and begins to fix Gavin’s messy tie. “Tonight is a night worth celebrating. I was unable to be with you last year. I want tonight to be...special.”

Nines’ lips pull in a tiny frown and Gavin also feels discomfort at the reminder of how things were between them the year before. He remembers being completely miserable that night, going on month two of life after Nines, and getting completed wasted at a nearby gay bar with Tina. At some point, he ditched her to get his cock sucked by someone whose name he can’t remember and Tina lost her shit on him the next day since she spent the rest of the night trying to find out where the hell he was. He can’t even be sure if he felt shittier about hooking up or for bailing on her but he had to spend the next month getting his best-friend-cred back.

Feeling guilty once again, Gavin forces a grin on his face. “This why you got me all dressed up to the ‘nines’?”

Nines smirks. “I like to think of it as, ‘taking out the trash’.”

“Ouch, babe.”

Pressing in close, Nines grasps Gavin by the hip, noses along the edge of his jaw. The detective’s breath hitches and he can’t help it, is craving more of the ex-gangster’s touch. His pulse racing, he slides a hand up the back of Nines’ neck, exhales shakily when his boyfriend’s lips ghost against his. But the god damn tease doesn’t even try to kiss him, chuckles as he gets Gavin worked up.

“If you are attempting to unwrap your ‘gift’ before we make it out of the penthouse, you will be sorely disappointed,” he says, pulling back when Gavin tries to press their lips together.

Gavin makes a face, tries to tug Nines back closer so he can finally steal that fucking kiss. “C’mon, babe. It’s my god damn birthday! Doesn’t that mean you’re my slave for a day or some shit like that?”

“Is that what you want?” Nines asks, bemused.

“Fucking right it is.”

Nines disentangles himself from Gavin’s embrace. And he laughs. A loud, throaty laugh. Gavin glares at him.

“It is rather endearing that you think in a slave/master role play, I would be the slave.”

“No, not—it’s just a thing people do! Like, you need to be nice to me and shit. And we do whatever the fuck I want because...you know, it’s my birthday.”

“We do whatever it is you want every day,” Nines points out.

No, Gavin thinks, with a hint of bitterness. We actually don’t.

It’s been going on for some time now, this growing rift between them. Gavin can’t pinpoint the moment it started but he recently began to notice that Nines is around a lot less. Random lunch breaks where his boyfriend pops in occur less and less frequently and most days of the week, Gavin’s already snoring away in their bed when Nines finally crawls in beside him. Nines is usually gone before Gavin wakes up and Gavin’s lucky if he gets to spend any part of his evening, or his days off, with the ex-gangster. He doesn’t want to complain, though, because this was the exact reason many of his exes had left him or cheated on him back when he was in his 20s and Gavin doesn’t want to be that kind of asshole who tells his boyfriend to choose between him and his job.

Still...why in the fuck does Nines even give a shit about Cyberlife? After Chloe fucked with both of them, he’d think Nines would want little to do with the company when he can help it. Then again, maybe it’s because of his upgrades that Chloe’s got him by the balls and makes him attend all those press releases and conference calls with her.

When it comes to sex, well, that’s still happening. And it’s still fucking fantastic. But Gavin selfishly wishes he can have more of Nines to himself.

Nines seems to notice the mood Gavin’s slipped into and gently takes him by the hand. “I know I have not been around as much lately. However, after tonight, I hope you will see how serious I am about us, darling.”

Gavin’s gaze drops to where his hand sits in Nines’, the ring we wears glowing yellow. He then stares up at his boyfriend, mystified by what he could possibly mean.

Nines’ phone buzzes and he pulls it out of his pocket. “The driver is here.”

“We’re not taking your Aston Martin?”

Damn. Gavin was hoping Nines would let him drive it again, at least before he spends the night tossing back champagne.

“We both intend on drinking tonight so I have made use of company resources.”

“Chloe let you have the limo? You’re really going all out.”

He lets Nines tug him out of the bathroom, his boyfriend lacing their fingers together as he leads them to the elevator. Socks is running across the floor and weaves through Nines’ legs as he chases after a ball he’s flicking around, the bell on his collar chiming. The cyborg makes a face.

“Now I have cat hair on my pants.”

He begins to reach for the lint roller on the stand near the elevator.

“No time, babe.”

Gavin pulls his boyfriend inside with him. Nines attempts to leave but the detective won’t let him. “Gav—”

He kisses him heatedly, Nines’ protests dying against his lips. Almost immediately, his boyfriend is responding, parting his lips to allow Gavin to slide their tongues together. It’s wet, wanton, and completely filthy and has the detective so hard by the time the elevator reaches the first floor, he has to bite back a whine to go back upstairs and finish what they started.

“We will be late for our reservation,” Nines says, a splash of color on his cheeks. He adjusts himself, even has to take off his fogged up glasses and wipe off the lenses. He’s using his Niles voice now, sounds all him prim and proper. “Come, darling.”

Gavin smirks to himself. He loves mussing up Nines’ hair, doing anything to bring some of his chaos to the cyborg’s perfectly put together appearance. Nines’ vanity is something that hasn’t changed; if anything, with the new, gorgeous face he wears, has the ex-gangster constantly preening since any time he steps out, he might be called in for impromptu press releases or meetings with potential Cyberlife investors.

Gavin’s really gonna have to talk to Chloe about cutting his boyfriend some fucking slack. Not that she would even take his calls. But it’s fucking ridiculous that even tonight, after being assured multiple times Nines has the night off, Gavin still feels anxious that Nines might be called away in the middle of their dinner.

He buries that uncomfortable feeling as they step outside. At least the weather’s nice, with only the hint of a breeze. A white limo sits outside the condominium entrance.

“Good evening, Mr. Deckert!”

“Ralph...” The ex-gangster starts, his tone highly critical. As Ralph practically falls out of the driver’s seat, his hat askew, Nines’ eyes narrow. “Do I want to ask how you ended up in such a state?”

Ralph grins widely, straightens up, and bounces on the balls of his feet. Pieces of colorful confetti stick to his hair and clothing, and streamers curl around his arms and legs as if the poor kid lost an epic fight against a pile of decorations. But it does little to dampen the kid’s mood. If anything, he seems more excitable than usual. “It’s the detective’s birthday! So Ralph helped!”

He all but throws open the door of the limo, smiling from ear-to-ear as Gavin and Nines peer inside. Colorful streamers, confetti, and balloons are strewn haphazardly across the floor and seats in an uncoordinated disaster, an uneven garland that reads HAPPY BIRTHDAY already half falling where it is suspended from the roof. The disapproval has Nines glaring incredulously at Ralph, who still looks far too pleased with himself.

“Ralph...”

Gavin hears the dangerous edge in his boyfriend’s voice and knows the ex-gangster is two seconds away from losing his shit on his ‘personal assistant’.

“It’s fucking great!” Gavin says, clapping Ralph’s shoulder enthusiastically. “Best fucking gift I got all day!”

Ralph’s eyes widen and he swears the kid’s almost having a heart attack from receiving such praise. It’s all the warning Gavin has before Ralph’s throwing his arms around the detective and hugging him tightly. Gavin grunts because damn, the kid’s got quite the grip, but then he’s awkwardly hugging Ralph back.

“Ralph knew the detective would like it!”

With an irate sigh, Nines says, “We have a reservation, Ralph.”

Pulling back, Ralph makes a face. Something strikes Gavin very odd about the expression he wears. “Ralph liked RK better before the change.”

...what the fuck does that mean?

Nines’ face is unreadable and Gavin can’t explain it but there’s something almost unsettling about the way the two stare at each other. Then, the ex-gangster’s lips curl in a sneer and he says, with quiet admonishment, “Ralph, you know we do not talk of Cyberlife affairs outside of Cyberlife.”

Ralph looks as if he has more that he wants to say but instead, the kid falls into a quiet anger, shutting the door behind Gavin as he gets in after Nines. Nines makes a show of swiping off confetti from his seat before he settles stiffly onto the leather.

“What the hell was that about?” Gavin asks.

“Ralph is still upset that Chloe had to shut RK down,” Nines says, nonchalantly. “He was strangely attached to that machine.”

His gut is telling him that there’s more to it than that but Gavin notes the way Nines’ hands curl into fists on his lap. Whatever Ralph meant, it’s enough that all the warning signs are there for an argument and it’s one that Gavin’s in no mood to get into, especially when he really doesn’t give a shit about some creepy ass robot. The less of them in the world, the better.

#my writing #dbh fanfic #reed900 #dbh #detroit become human #gavin x rk900

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six4tyfour · 4 years ago

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A Fistful of Copper

Being a tale of magical wonder, chilling courage, despicable cheerfulness, mechanical monstrosities, eldritch engines, the occasional damsel in distress, and, of course, money.

[ I ]

"WHAT in bloody Gaia's name is that thing!?"

From his vantage point in the watchtower, the corporal stared incredulously at the shambling, small mountain of loose metal parts and streaming smoke. His men shook their heads, speechless.

It emitted the most atrocious noise. Even from high up in the tower, he could hear the constant screech - not unlike nails being dragged down a chalkboard - the loud clanking, and the jarring jangle of loose metal. Twin plumes of mustard coloured smoke streamed from cracks in its stramge hide, forming a thick cloud in its wake.

By the corporal's estimation, the damned thing was still about two miles distant. And closing, seemingly faster than it looked.

Being along the wilder stretch of the Frontier, vigilance and paranoia went hand in hand. This was regarded as not only an occupational hazard but as a highly desired trait. With that in mind, the corporal started ringing the alarm bell like his very soul depended on it.

Like an overturned anthill, the once still outpost suddenly sprang to life. Troopers streamed from the barracks built into the very walls of the Gellen Pass.

A hooded figure raised their arms, a warm glow wrapping around them. The very rocks of the pass melted, flowing forward to form a ring of high battlements across the pass' mouth.

As the outposts' soldiery ran to their posts, a thunderous roar echoed down the pass. The stable doors swung open on clockwork arms, revealing a pair of colossal machines. Built like humanoid knights of old, the thickset constructs belched smoke the colour of nightshade from long, single brass stacks. Bull-sized, hammer-like fists were sheathed in crackling arcs of bluish lightning and underslung with short barrelled brass contraptions that reeked of ozone. Their armour was covered in engravings of storm clouds and forked lightning, which emitted an eerie blue glow.

The two machines strode smoothly down the road, gears and hydraulic pistons whirring in a purr. Another figure - begoggled, armoured and wielding a bladed stave - stood between the two as they came to a halt in a cloud of dust and smoke. Dwarfed easily by the machines, he was easily overlooked. He ran a gauntleted hand through his messy mane.

As the troopers piled into fortified bunkers and reinforced trenches, and scrambled up to man the completed battlements, the hooded one floated over them and landed just behind machines' chaperone. Pulling back her hood, long auburn hair flowed in waves across her shoulders and down her back. Her fringe covered the upper half of her face, leaving only her pert little nose, cheeks and full lips visible. She cocked her head slightly.

"Can you hear that, Gavin?"

Just above the cacophonous din of the approaching creature, a high-pitched, shrill whistling was barely audible. The whistling itself seemed cheerful.

In fact, much too cheerful. Despicably so, in Gavin's estimation.

Nodding, he replied, "Indeed. Just about barely, mind."

Glancing at him, she stated, "Sounds rather familiar, doesn't it."

Before he could reply, a loud crack echoed across the pass as both of them felt a sudden distortion as the air in front of them was suddenly displaced, streaming past and carrying a sulphurous odor.

They found themselves staring at the huge bulk of a machine, draped with a large and very filled mesh net of metal bits and pieces, just inches from their very noses. They both took a quick step back as Gavin's machines took a step forward, flexing their fists.

A hearty laugh was heard as something dropped to the ground, with a puff of dust, in front of the pair.

They both blinked at what appeared to be a small child wearing a wide brimmed hat and clad in a leather jacket, grease stained vest and baggy overalls bloused into thick shin-high boots.

She pinched the brim of the hat, tipping it, while bearing an ear to ear grin.

"Top o' the a'ternoon to yur both, Sur Gavin, Mistress Saphira. S'bin a long woile, eh!"

A collective shout, equal parts dismay and relief, rang out.

"THE HALFER?!"

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Extra notes:

1 Most mages in this world are called Casters. Eg. Warcasters who use their magic with military purposes, Tekcasters (rare outside of foundry/forge cities) who use their magic mostly for the creation of items and technology (such as it is), Hexcasters who cast curses and huck up aggressive spells (think witches and warlocks), and so on.

2 The halfling is a Tekcaster by the name of Magraudlin "Mags" O'Roark, who's an army veteran, trader, tinker and talented machinesmith. She is possessed of endless cheerfulness, which some think is some sort of unbreakable hex, and an incurable curiousity. She is practically infamous along the Frontier and can often prove to be a frustrating character to deal with.

3 Mags' machine is a siege-grade custom ironclad named Wideload, which is powered by a custom-built V-twin stack 'flashcore' eldritch engine powered by coal. It also has the ability to absorb fire & lightning strikes for use as power/fuel. It is armed with Stormhammer fists as well as a pair of recessed large caliber HEAP (High Explosive Armor Piercing) slugthrowers in its shoulders while being protected by thick layers of armour. Due to its sheer weight, its considered to be slower than most other modern ironclads. However, the custom-built engine not only allows for a short boost in speed, but possesses the ability to 'flashstep', which is a form of short-ranged teleportation. There is a small saddle for Mags so she can ride on it. In addition, the Jack is capable of quadrupedal movement using its massive arms as another pair of legs which doubles its ground speed, and allows it to carry up to five times its own tonnage. Like most custom-built ironclads, its armour is adorned with unique adornments. In Wideload's case, they take the form of engraved clockwork mechanisms and embossed dragonscales.

4 All ironclads are powered by Eldritch Engines, usually a single stack of a rugged, robust nature. Eldritch engines use different kinds of fuel, depending on purpose, maker and model, which can vary from enchanted coal to molten lava.

5 Most ironclads require Casters to control them, though rumours persist of ironclads developing personalities and gaining sentience. These rumours are still unproven, however.

#magepunk #steampunk #ironclad #story #original #a fistful of copper #being part of a story that was never finished

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vagrantblvrd · 5 years ago

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Everything Under the Sun (1/1)

Summary: Ryan does odd jobs for Gavin every so often. He’ll get texts with nothing more than an address and be expected to know what to do from there.

Notes: Because reasons.

(Read on AO3)

Ryan does odd jobs for Gavin every so often. He’ll get texts with nothing more than an address and be expected to know what to do from there.

Anyone else, and he could ignore those texts. Pretend he missed them while out and about on other jobs. Paying jobs, mind you, because Ryan needs to pay his bills, buy groceries, a million other little things, but he never does. (Anymore, at least.)

Ryan’s learned if something has managed to catch and hold Gavin’s interest, it’s important.

“Got a new job from Gavin,” Ryan says, glances over to where his roommate is curled up the couch. “You interested?”

The wolf lifts its head, lips curling up over its fangs.

Ryan doesn’t know why the damn thing chooses to live with him rather than stay with Gavin at that ridiculously large estate of his, but here they are.

Although to be fair, Gavin is trouble. Lives and breathes it like no one else Ryan knows and people in his orbit get caught up in it like breathing.

Hell, try to keep your distance the way Ryan did at first and you find yourself in trouble before you know it, and by the time you realize why you’re already past the point of no return. (It’s too late for Ryan, but maybe the wolf still has a chance.)

Ryan cocks his head, raises an eyebrow because the wolf is smarter than this, than him. Knows better than to blindly go along with whatever Gavin wants, and yet -

The wolf growls at him, annoyed that Ryan’s second-guessing it and Ryan doesn’t laugh, no. (That’s never a bright idea, because wolf, but he grins to himself because they’re both idiots, aren’t they.)

Ryan gets up to collect his wallet, keys. The jacket he tossed somewhere after a rough night.

Behind him Ryan hears the wolf hop off the couch, the click of nails on hardwood floors as it trails after him to the modest armory to decide what weapons to bring along.

A gun, because Los Santos is home to all sorts, supernatural and the more mundane. Throwing knives for that extra flair, non-throwing knife just in case, and okay, another gun because why not, and Ryan has so many. (He makes light of it as he selects each one, but the sobering truth is there’s a lingering ache in his ribs from the last time he did a favor for Gavin, and there’s no such thing as overkill in this city.)

“What do you think?” Ryan asks, checking to make sure his weapons aren’t noticeable.

Well, certain ones, at any rate.

The Vagabond has a reputation to uphold and people get uneasy when they can’t spot weapons on him.

The wolf snorts, unimpressed as always, and trots off towards the door. Not eager to get to get to business so much as annoyed at being handed another mysterious job from Gavin.

“Hey, thanks!” Ryan calls after it, and grabs another knife before he locks the armory up, just for luck.

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Ryan’s human. (Mostly.)

Meets the main criteria at any rate.

He’s soft and squishy, bleeds red. Has breath in his lungs and a heartbeat in his chest, but things get a little weird on him after that.

Humans aren’t the only beings that are soft and squishy, it just depends on how you define ‘soft and squishy’, and the same goes for bleeding red. (Something, something, science, look it up.)

The whole breathing thing is fairly common, and again, science things. Most things that breathe have hearts and therefore heartbeats (science?), but that’s also where things get tricky.

Because that heartbeat of Ryan’s?

It echoes the one he can feel under his feet sometimes, strong and steady and goddamned old.

Sunk deep in the earth beneath the streets of Los Santos and it never falters even under the worst circumstances. Ryan likes to use it to ground himself when things get weird(er), and is aware that being able to feel a city’s heartbeat is one of those Weird Things. (He’s a hypocrite, live with it.)

There’s nothing special about Ryan, except for the things that are.

Might seem strange, given the amount of people, beings, he’s run into who hiss and make warding signs at him when their paths cross. The ones who tell him death follows him as though he has no idea. As though he doesn’t visit it on the deserving every chance he gets, but that’s life for you.

Somewhere along the way he started painting a skull on his face and wearing a mask to match because death is in his blood, no matter how many generations back it goes. (His sense of humor has always been dark.)

Ryan’s human (mostly), but he fits in with the monsters and worse that have taken refuge in Los Santos far better than anywhere else he’s been, and that suits him just fine.

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Gavin’s text takes them to an old warehouse by the docks, because of course it does.

Seedy looking place that has the wolf growling the moment it jumps out of the car. Amber eyes finding Ryan’s as it scents the air, ears going back.

“Yeah,” Ryan says, sinking feeling in his gut because for all that Gavin likes to play coy about things, he’s a predictable bastard. “I know, buddy. I know.”

Ryan knows sometimes, what a place is even before he sees the evidence for himself. Gets a feel for it, negative energy sunk into its foundation over time. (He doesn’t like to call it an aura, because that pulls out the skeptical looks like nothing else, but it is what it is.)

It’s all part of the same thing that lets him feel a city’s heartbeat, and the occasional head’s up about a situation before shit goes wrong on him. (Again, he doesn’t like to call it intuition or a premonition because for all that Los Santos is full of the otherworldly some things still get a sideways look, have people wondering if you’re just good at faking like you belong here.)

Then again, it could be the way people just do things without realizing it. Copying what they’ve seen work elsewhere, piggybacking on someone else’s trial and error and hard work because why fix it if it isn’t broken? Unconscious choice perhaps, but he’s seen it enough to recognize the patterns people fall into.

And this place -

Ryan’s seen others like it before. All over Los Santos, other cities and places he’s been.

Varies from place to place, city to city. Whatever people think they can get away with. From throwing animals or people into the ring to fight for the audience’s entertainment to here where some people are both depending on the cycle of the moon and so on.

The best ones police themselves, when it comes down to it. Operate by a set of rules governed by morals, but those are few and far between here in Los Santos.

Result in things like the wolf at his side, scarred up and fucked up, a lot of anger to it still.

Place like this, there are no rules, which means you get people, beings, trapped by some contract or other. (Worse, most of the time, and only one way out for them.)

Assholes who run places like this love going after the lost and the hopeless, and too often that means people with a little magic in their blood. Offer them food in their bellies and a roof over their head. Have them sign a contract and never mind the fine print, they’ll go over it later, promise. (They fight harder, heal faster. Draw in the crowds when the assholes running the place pitch the fights as wild, exotic, and rake in the rewards.)

Wrap collars and chains around their necks and lock them into a life of pain and suffering, just so rich assholes get a taste of something exciting without having to sacrifice anything on their end.

The wolf snarls, raw, angry, and Ryan’s gut twists when it ends in a low whine almost too soft to hear.

“You can stay with the car,” Ryan offers, even though he knows the wolf won’t go for it. “God knows I don’t like leaving it out here.”

It’s a pretty little thing, gift from Gavin way back when for services rendered dealing with a little problem of his. All kinds of magics woven into it over the years from Gavin and the Twins.

Protective wards. Things meant to keep him as safe as he can be in a city like this, but Gavin’s a menace and the Twins are almost as bad as he is and toss in little oddities here and there to keep things interesting. (He’d rather they didn’t because their definition of ‘interesting’ differs from his, but again, menaces.)

Ryan’s gotten attached to it, grown fond, and it responds in kind. Stubborn thing, metal warm under his hand even on the coldest days Los Santos has to offer. (Low purr of its engine in the back of his head that’s friendly and affectionate, got this little curl of a smile from Gavin the first time Ryan asked about it, so Ryan figures it can’t be a bad thing.)

The wolf cocks its head, eyes narrowing, and then huffs, Shows off its fangs with a little snarl and trots on ahead of Ryan. Stops a few feet away and looks back as if its wondering why the hell Ryan’s just lollygagging about like that when there’s work to be done. (Gavin never sends them out without a reason.)

“Okay, okay,” Ryan mutters, and hurries to catch up.

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The wolf sticks close to Ryan one they get inside, head up, ears flicking back and forth as it pads over to watch a kid in the ring.

Short guy, wild grin on his face and manic energy to him. He’s up against someone twice his size with this gray-green tinge to his skin that hints at orc or ogre blood in the family tree somewhere, but the kid doesn’t seem intimidated in the least.

Just grins wider as he pushes himself back to his feet with a taunt ready to go, never mind the nasty hit he just took. (There’s a chain around the kid’s neck, shines silver under the light and angry red marks under that goes a long way to explain what someone like him is doing in a place like this.)

The wolf growls, and Ryan glances down when it presses against his leg, feels the anger running through it to cover the fear and dread.

“Yeah,” Ryan says again, answering anger in his chest because he knows why Gavin sent them here. “What do you say we pay the asshole running this place a visit, huh?”

Ryan’s made more of a name for himself since the wolf came along than he ever did when it was just him and his mask roaming the streets of Los Santos.

People in Los Santos know Ryan works for Gavin from time to time, knows the wolf’s part and parcel of that. Know goddamn well the kind of trouble to expect whenever the two of them darken their doorstep.

Ryan catches the eye of the bruiser running security. Gives him this little look, and the guy pushes off from the wall he’s leaning against to take them to his boss.

Stops just outside a door and puts a hand on Ryan’s chest and looks pointedly at the wolf.

The wolf snaps its teeth at him and gives him a warning growl.

“Trust me,” Ryan says, showing some teeth himself. “The wolf won’t be the problem here.”

You’d think it would be, wouldn’t you. Big bastard, all scarred up from past fights and this glint in its eyes like it’s just waiting for the right moment to rip your throat out, but you’d be wrong.

The guy looks Ryan over, mouth turning down as he thinks better of challenging the two of them.

The wolf dismisses the guy with a flick of its ears, gives Ryan this look like he doesn’t know why they’re wasting their precious time like this.

“We’ve got it from here,” Ryan says, and gives a perfunctory knock on the door before pushing it open.

There’s another goon inside.

Bigger, dumber than the one who escorted Ryan and the wolf up here and he’s sporting a shiny little gun in a fancy holster.

Not shy about it, and Ryan watches as the guy goes for it before a curt order from his boss stops him.

Ryan recognizes the voice, knows who it is before he looks over to see a mousy little man in a bad suit. Balding already even though he can’t be a day over thirty and this scar on his cheek from a past encounter.

“Corbin,” Ryan says. “Why am I not surprised to see you here?”

Corbin’s a slippery bastard, has a lot of powerful friends around the city and isn’t shy about calling on them for help when he lands himself in trouble. Earns his keep by overseeing the business side of things for his buddies, makes sure they earn profits from other people’s suffering.

Doesn’t like to get his hands dirty when he can delegate, and clever about it.

It wasn’t that long ago when Ryan let him live to deliver a message to his bosses. Another ring like this one up north, small dirty thing in an old barn and just pulling in enough money to keep the place running.

“Vagabond,” he says, eyes flicking to the wolf beside Ryan. “And his stray.”

The wolf growls, low in its chest. A warning, watch your mouth ad no mystery what happens if he doesn’t.

Ryan and Corbin have a little stare-down, the wolf watching silently. Doesn’t know that Ryan and Corbin have history, used to work for the same people way back when. (Both of them younger and stupider and Ryan new enough to the city to think Corbin was someone he could trust.)

Ryan cocks his head and Corbin sighs.

Knows if Ryan and the wolf are here there’s a reason for it. (And the reason’s name is Gavin.)

“One of these days, Vagabond,” Corbin says, leaning forward in his seat. Ready to make a deal because his current boss knew Ryan would come sniffing around because Ryan’s gotten predictable about these kinds of things. “One of these days my clients won’t back down.”

Oh, Ryan knows.

Most of Corbin’s clients are idiots, but they’re smart enough to know when to pick their battles.

Places like this aren’t worth losing their people over. (They bring in money, sure, but not as much as their other operations. Figure throwing the likes of Ryan a bone like this will tide him over.)

The wolf snarls, out of the loop when it comes to Ryan and Corbin and this little dance they’ve been doing for years now because Corbin is a goddamned cockroach.

Corbin glances at the wolf, mouth pulling into a pained grimace.

“What do you and your...friend want?” he asks, impatience beating out his usual arrogance and smugness.

Ryan glances past Corbin at the window overlooking the ring where the kid’s picking himself up again. Mouth moving as he goes for what Ryan can only assume is another taunt as he wipes blood off his chin, cocky grin and so goddamned stupid it hurts.

He thinks about Corbin’s question for a moment, like there’s anything to> think about.

Not with Gavin’s text and the idiot kid in the ring. What he and the wolf have seen of this place so far. The fact Corbin’s even here.

As much as Ryan would love to burn this place to the ground on principle, he doesn’t want to kick off a war. (Bloody, messy, and too much risk of pulling bystanders into it.)

They have Gavin’s backing on this, but they’re still vulnerable as these things go. Can only push so hard until something gives, and Ryan’s learned to be smart about these things.

“Well, since you ask so nicely,” Ryan says, nods toward the ring where the kid’s dancing around his opponent, laughing like an idiot as he goads him into attacking. “His contract would be a good place to start.”

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Corbin sends two of his lackeys with Ryan and the wolf when they go to get the kid. Escorts them to the locker rooms so they don’t get lost along the way.

When they step into the locker room where the kid’s been sent, another one of Corbin's lackeys is threatening the kid.

They’re too far away for Ryan to make out what’s being said, but the wolf does. (Or maybe it’s the sight of the burly guy with the knife in his hand with the kid backed into a corner that sets the wolf off, Ryan doesn’t need an explanation in a place like this.)

The wolf’s moving before Ryan can get a word out. Deep-throated growl that shifts into a more human sounding snarl of rage that echoes against the walls as he darts past Ryan. Clawed hand brushing against Ryan’s side and lackey’s startled cry as the wolf pins the lackey to the wall, one of Ryan’s guns pressed under his chin and the room goes silent.

Takes a few seconds for it to happen, human reflexes too damn slow by far to keep up and the wolf grins, vicious little thing with his teeth on display.

Ryan glances at the lackeys who escorted them down here. Hands on their guns and spooked as hell, but smart enough not to draw down on the wolf. (Yet.)

The kid’s staring, wide eyes and open-mouthed. His hands make this aborted motion like he wants to reach out to the wolf but isn’t sure he should, that he’s allowed, and shrinks in on himself. (Darts Ryan this look from the corner of his eye.)

Ryan steps forward, moves into the wolf’s peripheral.

“Michael,” Ryan says, low, quiet.

Never an order with him, because bullheaded as he is Michael won’t listen.

Will snap and snarl and bite the hand that feeds just to prove he can, that the collar someone wrapped around his throat all that time ago thinking they could control him isn’t there anymore.

“Uh,” the kid says, shooting Ryan a nervous look when Ryan waits for Michael to decide how this plays out. “Hey, pal. I appreciate the gesture, but you’d just be making so much work fr the cleaning crew, you know? All that blood, and let’s not even get into him pissing himself...”

It works. The meandering babbling coming out of the kid’s mouth Ryan wasn’t going to mention it, but the kid’s right. The lackey’s terrified, and rightfully so, because Michael's been in places like this before. Wore a collar around his neck like the one the kid’s sporting and treated like nothing more than a rabid animal.

He has no tolerance for people like these, but where he’d ignore Ryan he’s listening to the kid. Head cocked, grip on the lackey easing up enough for the idiot to pull in a full breath instead of the wheezing gasps Michael allowed him.

Ryan watches the kid as he talks Michael down, voice pitched low, soothing, as he inches closer to him. Reaches out to rest a hand on his shoulder, simple touch not meant to hurt. (To ground Michael.)

“C’mon, buddy,” the kid says, light tone because hey everything’s fine here, no need to kill this moron. “Guy’s not worth it.”

The kid says it like he means it, but the look on his face says differently.

Michael has to know, smell it on him, but the kid’s still working on talking him down because he’s smart enough to know the odds aren’t great for them.

Even with Gavin’s backing, they won’t make it a step past the locker room before Corbin’s people cut them down. (Pride’s a bitch like that, will make people fight a war neither side will call a victory when the dust settles.)

“Next time,” Ryan says, shows his own teeth when the other lackeys jerk towards him like they’d forgotten about him.

He gets it, he does.

Ryan’s human (mostly), and they’ve been trained to focus on the more immediate threat of a shifter like Michael, the kid. All the other poor bastards they push into the ring night after night for the sake of entertainment.

They forget, though, that Ryan’s got a reputation of his own that Gavin has nothing to do with. One that gets overlooked in a city like Los Santos with all the things that go bump in the dark.

Forget what they’re capable of themselves, all kinds of atrocities humans think up on their own in broad daylight and see no problem with.

Michael snarls, shoves the lackey into the wall hard enough for his head to bounce against the tile and lets the asshole go. Flashes Ryan an indecipherable look before he tosses his gun to him and stalks off.

Ryan lets him go – couldn’t stop him even if he wanted – and looks at the kid.

“Grab your stuff,” he says, and shows his teeth when the lackeys look like they have something to say to that after Michael’s show. “We’ve got places to be.”

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Gavin’s estate is in the hills above Los Santos. Large sprawling thing that backs up into a wooded area. Goes on for a significant distance, kind of real estate developers drool over but no one comes knocking on Gavin’s door hoping to make a deal.

“What the fuck is that?”

First thing the kid’s said on the drive out here.

Scrunched up looking as small and harmless looking in the back of Ryan’s car as he can while Michael scowled out his window, wind ruffling his fur. (There’s a reason Michael prefers his four-footed form these days, and Ryan just goes along with it because that’s none of his business.)

“It’s a dragon,” Ryan says, shadow falling over his car as they make their way up the winding driveway to the ridiculously huge house Gavin lives in. “Never seen one before?”

Broad-winged bastard from across the ocean, young for his kind, maybe, but still damn impressive.

Reckless, to have settled so close to humans. Fond of them in ways he shouldn’t be and breaking dragon etiquette all over the place. (To hear him tell it is why he picked America, found his way to Los Santos.)

He’s waiting by the house (mansion, really) when they pull up to it, two small specks of black on either shoulder in Trevor and Alfredo.

Ryan’s not sure if it’s luck or sheer coincidence they got here just as the three of them finished a flight, or if it’s something Gavin planned. (Likes to play these little games, Gavin does.)

“Uh….” the kid says, like he’s wondering if he’s any better off with his new situation or not. “What the fuck?”

Dragons are rare enough these days, all the old stories about them stealing princesses away and the knights tasked with killing them to save said princesses. Magical healing properties of their horns, their scales. Blood and talons and God knows what else and no reason they went into hiding so long ago.

Gavin took a risk making his presence known in Los Santos, but he has powerful allies in the city and beyond. The kind that make even the most ruthless here in Los Santos think twice.)

He’s a broker of sorts, has the Twin gather information for him and a network of contacts all over the city. Made himself indispensable, useful, enough that people don’t think to ask why he came to Los Santos to begin with. Why he’s set up shop overlooking the city, who sent him.

Michael snarls, pawing at the door handles to get his door open. It takes him a few tries, but Ryan knows better than to offer to help him, and he and the kid watch as Michael jumps out of the car to run up to Gavin.

Big bastard who towers over them, and there Michael is snapping and snarling at him while Gavin laughs at him, little hissing noises and small fluttering motions with his wings. Tip of his tail flicking like a cat’s.

The sight used to be cause for concern for Ryan, used to make him feel uneasy because dragons are...they’re on another level to most beings Ryan’s met over the years. Clever assholes with schemes and agendas all their own.

Ryan bites back a laugh when the kid mutters something that sounds a hell of a lot like what the fuck is my life?

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“You know,” Ryan says, can of diet soda in hand and this mild sense of bewilderment at why the hell he keeps working for an asshole like Gavin. “You could have just told us.”

Would have been nice to know what he and Michael would be walking into, just this once.

Gavin hmms, gleam in his eye and this little curl to his mouth.

Back in his human form, shiny bits of gold and jewels, because it’s Gavin. (There’s the whole thing where he’s a dragon and it’s expected, but mostly it’s just...Gavin.)

“Where’s the fun in that, Ryan?” he asks, turning back to watch the wolves chasing each other, Trevor and Alfredo heckling them from the safety of the trees.

The kid – Jeremy – was on his best behavior, like he thought they’d throw him back into the ring if he stepped out of line, and Michael wasn’t having it. (Not when he knew why the kid is so skittish about that.)

Stood by while introductions were made and Gavin extended his usual offer to Jeremy. (Always sounds too good to be true, which is why Ryan keeps getting new roommates out things like they think he’s a safer bet than Gavin.)

The moment Gavin was done talking, Michael bullied Jeremy (gently) into shifting. He was nervous, awkward about it, like he wasn’t used to it.

Clumsy on four legs and stumbling after Michael at first, gaining confidence when Michael nudged him along until he got him to play. Chase him through the wooded area, a higher level of tag for a pair of werewolves like them. Tumbling him whenever he caught up to him, play-fighting and safe.

Ryan takes a sip of his drink, because he’s had this talk with Gavin before.

Gone round and round about it and Gavin either playing dumb or having no damn clue what Ryan’s talking about when he tells him Gavin is an asshole about things. (Michael’s tried the same, and gotten just as far as Ryan has, which is nowhere.)

“You and I have different definitions of what ‘fun’ means,” Ryan says.

Gavin laughs, and is absolutely not being a smug bastard about things.

New member for this odd pack he’s been building out here and this smirk whenever Ryan asks him about it. (Says things like ”it’s a secret”, and ”just you wait”, and ”oh, Ryan, it will be so much fun once everyone’s here.”)

It should worry Ryan more than it does, but for whatever reason he trusts Gavin. (Possible mistake, but Ryan likes to think he’s a decent judge of character.)

“Yes, well,” Gavin says, and shrugs as though that’s any kind of answer. “You’re still here aren’t you?”

Ryan doesn’t know if Gavin means Los Santos in general or the estate, but he does have a point.

“Maybe I’m just biding my time,” Ryan points out, because like hell will he let Gavin be right about everything.

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“He’s an asshole,” Michael says later, back on two feet and watching Gavin and the Twins talking to Jeremy about something or other while Jeremy listens. Takes in everything he say far too seriously because he doesn’t know Gavin yet, doesn’t know he’s a little shit about things. (He’ll learn soon enough if he decides to stick around.)

Ryan doesn’t know who Michael’s talking about, but either way he’s not wrong.

“Yeah, well,” Ryan shrugs. “Never would have guessed.”

Shocking, really.

Michael snorts, gaze sliding towards him.

He always seems amused by Ryan and everything he chooses to be, which should be more insulting than it is, and yet?

“No offense,” Michael says. “But you’re the worst loner I’ve ever met.”

Ryan sighs, the bullshit he’d spewed when he and Michael met coming back to bite him in the ass.

“Look,” Ryan says. “Using my own words against me is a terrible thing to do.”

Ryan was a different person back then, sharper edges and more of an asshole than he’s comfortable admitting. Used to the way the world, this city, likes to fuck people over and expecting much the same from Gavin and whatever schemes he had up his sleeve. (Michael.)

Believed the bullshit coming out of his mouth because it had worked for him up to that point, and he hadn’t expected that to change.

Michael makes this little noise of agreement, mouth quirking into this almost-smirk.

“Yeah, well,” he says, mimicking Ryan because he loves giving him shit. “Deal with it, you’re stuck with us now.”

Funny, Ryan thought it would have taken Michael longer to come to terms with this new arrangement.

Ryan looks over when Jeremy’s voice rises in disbelief, expression on his face like he cant fathom how stupid Gavin is while Gavin’s laughing like an idiot. The Twins grinning like a pair of demented Cheshire Cats and none of it seems strange to Ryan in the least.

“Yeah,” Ryan says, that little itch he gets when it’s time to get the hell out nowhere to be found. “Guess I am.”

#ragehappy #supernatural elements #werewolves #shapeshifters #cleaning out my wip and finally got around to finishing this #also #idk what this is #so there's that???#¯\_(ツ)_/¯#vagrant fic

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Sweet endings factory tour part 3

“And that’s how we reached the climax of our growth,” William said, looking out at a rather bored group of young men. He smiled and patted himself on the back for the successful-ish detour. After all, William wanted to show off the wing he designed himself.

“In any event,” he continued, “we can now head right down this hall to the Enha-”

A jock wearing a blue singlet and trackpants had just jogged up to the group. They all turned towards him, most faces showing confusion. Brady, of course, shared a knowing glance with the jock.

“Glad you could rejoin us, Gavin. Hopefully Leo can do the same too!” William said, “But as I was saying, we’re going to the Enhancery. There, we take familiar toys and give them a special new flair. A je ne sais quoi for you French speakers in the - ah, forgot Florien had to leave prematurely. Sorry about that… Oh look, there are the Enhancery doors!”

Pushing open the large set of double doors, the tour group walked into a massive room full of shelves showing off prototype toys, with a varied selection of completed toys on a lone table on the far side of the room. Diego entered the room closely behind William, ensuring he never strayed too far from the guide. It seemed pretty easy to get lost in this maze of a factory. Though he had practically attached himself to William, Diego looked around the room in awe, trying to take in the sheer number of failed or potentially in-progress prototype toys that lined the walls.

Kaleb watched Gavin sidle over to Diego and William. He could overhear Gavin asking something about condom experiments while he absent-mindedly grasped at his crotch. Dude had a nice package, but it must be getting uncomfortable in that singlet. Kaleb smiled softly, knowing that wearing just his ring meant his dick wouldn’t be dealing with any uncomfortable snags.

Brady had walked halfway to that table in the back of the room, but he paused to look at William’s discussion with the other guests. He turned back to look at Kaleb, raising his eyebrows. Kaleb had no idea what Brady was trying to signal, but he jogged over to him anyway.

“Bro,” Kaleb said, “what’s up? You good?”

Brady, deadpan, replied, “I heard they have some good supplements on that back table. We could try some while they’re distracted over there,” as he gestured towards the others, looking at a display cabinet.

“Sweet. I like the way you think, dude.”

The two men closed the rest of the gap to the toy table, and looked at the array of fancy new products. Brady didn’t look particularly interested in them, but Kaleb walked down the line, reading each toy’s branding and description:

The Aphrodisi-gag, a ball gag infused with hormones to get you or a partner even more in the mood.

The Flexi-ball, a ball gag that can turn into a ring gag for when their mouth is begging for you to enter it.

The Double Flow Ring, a cock ring that doubles your size when worn.

The Remote Pleasure Plug, a vibrating buttplug controlled remotely, for surprising and teasing your partner from afar.

The Auto-Lube Tube, a flavored gummy that makes your rear self-lubricate.

The Soda Cock, a massive, elastic dildo, perfect for filling you deeply and fully.

Kaleb was especially impressed by that Soda Cock because the dildo was the size of one of those big soda bottles. Kaleb still couldn’t figure out why the huge dildo was given its name though- you couldn’t drink from a dildo. Wait, could you?

Either way, he furrowed his brow, looking for the supplements the other guy mentioned. Looking at Brady, he saw a pill bottle in his hand. Brady held out the bottle towards Kaleb, and he grabbed it. It was a basic orange pill bottle, but the label on the side said it was a full-body growth enhancer. The label noted that it specifically targeted muscles and genitals, so Kaleb’s interest had definitely been piqued.

“Dude, did you just pick this up from the table?” asked Kaleb.

“Yeah, I grabbed it while you were looking at the rest of the stuff,” said Brady.

“Damn, I’m impressed you found it. I’m definitely keeping these for later.”

“And where exactly do you plan to put it?” Brady asked, noting, “You aren’t wearing anything. They’ll notice if it’s gone.”

Kaleb was staring off into the distance, silent. Brady narrowed his eyes at the muscle stud, scrutinizing his face. He had no idea if Kaleb was thinking about what to do or if he had even been listening to begin with. Brady took a quick glance back towards William and his newfound posse, and saw that they were still taking their sweet time around the room. A clicking sound brought Brady’s attention back to Kaleb, who had decided to unscrew the bottle.

“Yo, there’s a warning on this label!” Kaleb exclaimed, “Are you sure this thing is safe?”

“You can read it yourself, can’t you?” said Brady.

“Hah, I guess I can, dude. So uh, it says ‘arousal amplifies effects of supplement,’ so I think I’m good,” said Kaleb, “I love standing right next to the amps at concerts because it gets me all fired up! If getting horny makes this pill amp me up too, then I’m down, bro.”

Kaleb, unfazed by Brady’s bewildered expression, finally popped one of the pills into his mouth, and set the bottle down on the table Brady claimed to have gotten it from. He looked at his forearms, turning them back and forth. They looked and felt the same as they had seconds ago.

“Dude, what gives? It isn’t doing anything,” Kaleb asked.

“You just took the pill. I doubt it’s in your system already.”

“What did it say again? Get horny? That’ll help I bet.”

Brady gestured towards the table of sex toys and raised his eyebrows at Kaleb. Cock first, the jock looked at the table before picking up the vibrating plug. Popping a squat, he started teasing his hole with the plug. He had taken bigger before, but he really only topped anymore, so he felt a little out of practice. Kaleb felt his hole clench around the plug’s girth as he slid it in. His hips bucked as he slipped past the plug’s apex, and felt its base squeezed between his muscular cheeks. Standing back up, Kaleb let out a deep grunt of pleasure, feeling the new pressure settle itself in his rear. His cock was hard as ever, but that was, of course, his ring’s doing.

A warmth suddenly spread throughout Kaleb’s body, and he felt his muscles begin to randomly flex. They weren’t powerful enough flexes that Brady could notice, but Kaleb certainly could tell something was happening. He once again inspected his forearms, but this time noticed them start to expand. Kaleb immediately brought his hands to his pecs, feeling them pulse out against his hands, bursting with fresh muscle. The valleys between his abs deepened as they became even more defined, as though they were chiseled from marble.

“Now this is more like it,” Kaleb said.

Brady hadn’t realized Kaleb’s pill had begun taking effect, but its impact was already obvious. Kaleb’s frame was bulking out all over. His thighs were becoming so thick that they were almost rubbing against one another. His biceps were so large that he didn’t even need to flex them anymore. Every inch of Kaleb’s bulk was already visible on his shrink-wrapped skin. Muscle upon muscle, sinew upon sinew continued to pile up on his titanic frame. Brady walked around the muscle-king, watching his already firm ass become a veritable shelf, rhythmically clenching and relaxing as Kaleb was caught up in the throng of his hulking out.

Somehow, his growing glutes had started moving the plug slightly in and out with each clench. Kaleb was practically fucking himself because of how massive he was becoming. Brady approached the plug with a glint in his eye as Kaleb’s bare ass used the buttplug to continue pulverizing his own hole. Matching the jock’s rhythm, Brady used a two-finger jab to add force to Kaleb’s clench, and Kaleb let out a loud moan.

Kaleb could only think about how huge he was becoming, and was obsessed with knowing his traps were so thick that he couldn’t turn his head anymore. His stupor was interrupted by a sudden jolt of pleasure as he felt the buttplug pop into him. His ass swallowed the damn thing up, and he could feel it pressing against his prostate. Kaleb’s moan had alerted the rest of the group of his predicament, and he was actually able to see them running over.

“Holy shit, he’s huge!” Diego suddenly shouted.

The meek twink clasped his hands over his mouth, looking around wide-eyed. Nobody seemed to care about his outburst. They were all a bit too preoccupied with the insanely muscular behemoth in front of them.

“And he’s getting bigger,” said Gavin.

Kaleb’s muscles continued pulsing out at his arms became forced to his sides, too massive to be brought together again. He shuffled his monstrous legs out so that he could stand more comfortably, but he wouldn’t be able to move his thunder thighs again anytime soon. His ass stuck out almost 2 feet behind him. Surprisingly, Kaleb’s muscles weren’t the only things being enhanced by the supplement. His balls had been pumping up with jizz, hanging heavy and low. They had passed the size of melons and, like the rest of him, showed no signs of stopping. His little shuffle made them begun to swing back and forth, like an erotic pendulum. The only parts of him that really seemed untouched were his chiseled face and his cock, that had only puffed up slightly. Both of Kaleb’s heads looked out of place on his massive body.

“W-wait,” said Diego, “why isn’t his dick that much bigger? I mean his balls are… so big…”

William pointed to a shiny bit of rubber at the base of the behemoth’s cock, “Has to be that ring. Restricts bloodflow into it, so whatever he has in his system isn’t reaching it much.”

HNNNGH

The group turned back towards the muscleman, who continued to bulk up further and further, to the point that his head was almost buried by his own twitching mass.

“G-gonna c-cu-” Kaleb strained to get out.

SLOSH

Kaleb could feel his huge balls roil with the sheer amount of sperm they were producing. His cock, hard as ever, twitched a bit, and Kaleb finally felt the euphoria of an orgasm wash over him. His stomach felt fuller than before, but the pleasure coursing through him kept him occupied. Meanwhile, the group stared on as the muscle-stud’s balls managed to pull up and release… nothing out of Kaleb’s cock, despite its throbbing. It seemed pretty obvious that he was in fact orgasming, but there was no cum to be found. The bull balls actually seemed to be growing still instead of returning to a more normal size, or at least a size more normal for Kaleb’s new, grotesquely proportioned body.

Diego was having a tough time figuring out if he was attracted or not to Kaleb’s new visage, and his eyes kept wandering his immensity. Kaleb’s abs, though, didn’t seem as cut as they were moments ago. Looking closer, Diego could clearly see flesh pushing out under the slightly less Adonis-like abs, almost as though the deep valleys between Kaleb’s muscles were being overflowed by a river of something. Kaleb’s torso didn’t seem to be the only thing affected, as Diego couldn’t see his muscular curves as well. Even still, loud sounds continued emanating from Kaleb’s beanbag-sized balls, as he continued cumming, assuming he was actually managing to cum somewhere.

“His muscles are going away?” Diego suddenly decided to ask.

“Yeah,” agreed Gavin, “looks like he’s getting pudgy now.”

Unaware of the group’s musings, Kaleb continued to feel himself getting bigger and bigger. That fullness from his stomach had spread throughout his body. Kaleb knew that the pump he was getting was awesome, and that just made him hornier, which made him grow even bigger. Down below, though, Kaleb had softened out all over. The muscle-stud looked more like a sumo-stud with pillowy his massive body had become. The growth hadn’t stopped though, and Kaleb’s pecs and stomach had taken the brunt of this new change. His pecs had pushed his chin up, and he was forced to stare at the ceiling, completely unable to move his head at all anymore. His body was being forced into a starfish pose with his arms pushing against his plumping abdomen and his legs blowing up against one another.

Kaleb’s nipples started tingling, though, and he felt a wetness on his chest. The wetness flowed down his chest until it dropped off onto the floor below, starting two little puddles, one in line with each pec. William in particular looked on with curiosity as a white-ish slime started dripping down from Kaleb’s nipples, as though he were lactating. Approaching one of the puddles, William stuck his pinky in and swished it around.

William immediately pulled out a walkie talkie and stated, “Code White in the Enhancery.”

“Code White?” asked Diego, “What’s happening to Kaleb?”

“Dude’s lactating,” said Gavin, “it has to be milk. That’s kinda nasty, bro.”

“Not exactly, Gavin,” William said, “whatever is in Mr. Kaleb’s system is causing him to backfill with his own sperm. He’s not lactating milk at all. Just whatever cocktail is brewing in those massive testicles of his. His own cockring won’t let anything out.”

The sloshing in Kaleb’s body… it was his cum all along. Diego and Gavin stared on slack jawed as Kaleb continued bloating in bliss, cumming into himself constantly. The vibrating on his prostate certainly helped, and Kaleb had not a clue that his arms and legs were less and less defined as the seconds passed. His ass, naturally had maintained its distinct pertness, though each cheek was practically the size of a bed, sticking out 5, maybe 6 feet from the curve of his back. Yes, curve. All of the cum flowing through Kaleb’s body was causing him to begin rounding out.

Feeling his taint suddenly hit the cold floor caused Kaleb to slightly come out of his cumming, as he felt his overly muscled feet begin to stop touching the floor. The streams running down his chest increased, and there wasn’t much he could do to stop himself from coating his front in a torrent of cum. Kaleb let out a bit of a cough before a salty substance filled his mouth, practically sealing it and bloating out his cheeks. He recognized the taste of cum and started to panic. This didn’t make sense at all! He was supposed to be packing on pounds of muscle, not swelling with so much cum that he can’t even speak! If he concentrated enough, Kaleb could sense the twitching of muscles drowned deep within a reservoir of cum, but he was cumming way faster than he could pack on the pounds. He even felt some wetness against his hole, and a new river began forming a pool behind him, making Kaleb blush with embarrassment, not that anyone could see it. Nonetheless, sounds of doors came from the distance, and Kaleb hoped it was help since his cum-laden ball body was starting to suffocate his hands and feet.

A brigade of studs in full-body rubber suits briskly walked into the room and began sizing up the orb of cum continuing to swell larger. The orb was only about 8ft across. Perfectly manageable. The rubbered men slowly rolled Kaleb onto what was presumably his back, making his bulbous ass known, still leaking from the hole burrowed in between his cheeks. Poor Kaleb’s nipples were still leaking as much as ever though, and changed direction because of this new position. A veritable waterfall of cum poured onto his face, coating his hair, his forehead, and his bloated cheeks. Kaleb did his best to avoid drowning in his own spunk, despite being forced to snort it in.

“Why aren’t they helping?!” Diego said fearfully, “They should just take the ring off instead of grabbing that!”

Diego was, of course, referring to the Soda Cock dildo one of the workers had plucked from the table of goods. The men had split up into two groups and were prying apart Kaleb’s muscled, cum-bloated asscheeks. The worker holding the dildo glanced at the group and gave a wink. Out of the corner of his eye, Diego saw Gavin blush something fierce. Out of the corner of his other eye, he could see Brady standing off to the side, still strangely unbothered.

William explained, “It’s too dangerous to remove the cockring with that much pent up sperm. We just need to plug the leaks so he can be transported somewhere to be treated. Without making a mess of our facilities.”

Armed with the elastic dildo, the worker rushed forward, mercilessly jamming it into Kaleb’s gushing hole. Not stopping until the base of the fake cock was hilted, the worker pressed on despite torrents of cum forcefully spraying from the hole’s perimeter. Kaleb let out a muffled scream as he could sense the pressure multiplying from a massive object being forced into his hole. As the object entered, Kaleb could tell it begin to press up against the vibrating plug that had been sucked in by his ass earlier, and slam it against his prostate, holding it there as the object somehow slid past the plug and filled him further.

The pushing finally stopped, and, with a wet slap, Kaleb’s cheeks were once again united. This time, however, not leaking in the slightest. After witnessing a man swollen with his own cum have the cum river flowing from his ass be plugged with an inhumanely large dildo, Diego felt a bit queasy. The workers, unfortunately for both Diego and Kaleb, were not done just yet. Rolling him back upright, the rubber men rolled him horizontal, with his cock and balls still fully on display, and the streams of his nipples converging into a creek of cum. Some of the workers took a moment to breathe, since the cumball had grown another foot across, despite finally having stopped cumming. With Kaleb’s head almost at face-height, Kaleb was almost able to see the group once again.

Gavin noticed the worker who winked at him earlier approaching Kaleb’s head, holding something. Kaleb saw a rubber-clad chest approach him before the figure crouched down, smiling sadistically.

“Hey there, tiger,” the man said, “I’m gonna help you, ok?”

Kaleb moaned in response, his eyes pleading. Strings of cum stretched between his lashes whenever he blinked, but he hoped this man knew Kaleb wanted him to help. Sadly for Kaleb, this man didn’t want to help him get better. Just bigger.

From afar, Gavin watched as the worker by Kaleb’s head pulled out a brightly colored ballgag. Gavin recognized the gimp-suited stud as Ethan, the worker who brought him back to the tour group after he, ya know, fucked some pervy nerd while the nerd turned into a gummy condom while on his cock. The usual.

Kaleb watched on through cum-glazed eyes as Ethan approached his mouth, forcing a gag on him. Trying to flail and spit the gag out, Kaleb could do little more than cause tiny flecks of cum to fly out towards Ethan. Ethan was struggling to fit the gag’s straps around Kaleb’s cum-filled cheeks, and was hit in the face with a particularly large glob of cum.

“You cheeky prick,” Ethan growled. “You covered me with enough cum when I rammed your thirsty little hole shut. I let him have his fun, but if you won’t cooperate either, then I’m taking my turn.”

Kaleb eyes frantically looked around, knowing this monologue was going nowhere good.

“Time to make you the big man you always wanted to be.”

Kaleb felt his lips parted slightly as a little pill was forced in deep. The ballgag, with renewed force, was slammed into his lips, stopping him from spitting the pill out. The straps were somehow secured against the back of his head, and he saw Ethan start to back away.

“Enjoy the Aphrodisi-gag, cum slut.”

The hormones from the gag set Kaleb ablaze again, his eyes zoning out as his body became attuned again to the pleasure within him. The fullness of his ass, the rhythmic pulsating of his muscles, the pressure of his skin, and the vibrations of the buttplug all accosted him at once.

SPLOOSH

Kaleb’s balls were once again growing, but faster and more aggressively than before. A second dose might have an exponential impact, but Kaleb was too embroiled in the sensation of growth to be bothered with any potential consequences of what had been forced upon him. His nipples, however, had intensified their streams, sending the resting workers into a frenzy.

“Quickly!” shouted one worker.

“Bring me the clamps!” said another, before a waterfall of cum slathered him, and he slipped to the floor.

Kaleb’s body was rocking back and forth slightly with the aggressiveness of his cumming. His balls were looking to double in size, and the rubber men were having a difficult time moving quickly on the cum-slicked floor. Some flecks of cum had even managed to make their way to the group. William took some steps forward and handed a worker a pair of nipple clamps that looked almost industrial-grade. The workers managed to maneuver the quivering, ever-growing reservoir of cum around, and clamped both of his nipples shut.

GRUMBLE

GROAN

Now completely dammed up, Kaleb’s 5ft-across balls had only one place to deposit all it was producing: into Kaleb’s already overtaxed body. Loud sloshing and groaning sounds emanated from Kaleb’s body as it went into overdrive. His ballsack and ass were both absorbed into his massive globular form as it surpassed 15ft across. Kaleb’s body was rocking back and forth and side to side in the lakes of cum he had made earlier, coating every untouched part of his form. If Kaleb were aware enough to feel more than pleasure in its purest form, he would have felt his hands and feet- already swollen and paralyzed from the build-up of muscle- be swallowed by the cum billowing out his body; he would’ve also seen darkness dominate his field of vision as his head was pulled deep into a divot in his body, the divot puckering up above him.

“I think it’s time we go,” said William, “Not much we can do but let my workers continue their tasks here.”

“I- uh…” Gavin faltered, not wanting to scream over the roiling waves of cum in Kaleb’s body.

William walked towards the exit, saying, “Much to see boys! Don’t worry about our friend here at all!”

Gavin seemed like he was still trying to get out a sentence, but he followed William nonetheless. Diego mindlessly followed their tour guide to one of the Enhancery’s exits, like a drone following its programming.

Brady, however, opted to stay behind a moment to observe before leaving. Kaleb was swiftly passing 20- no- 30ft across, with the only features sticking off his preponderance being his swollen, clamped nipples, and his red and puffy cock, still about the same size it was mere minutes ago. The workers had finally begun to slow the cumball’s rocking, but the swelling was still going strong. The rubber-clad men started to panic again though as some spurts of cum flew out from the clamped nipples and dildo-plugged hole. Brady also swore he could see regular bursts of cum flowing from a strange pucker near the top of the ball. As he leisurely strolled to rejoin the group, he overheard some commotion from back by the cum-boy.

“He’s sweating it!?”

“Is there any part of him that isn’t making more damned cum?!”

Brady smiled. He was starting to finally enjoy this tour.

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