#c: charlie1

[nicotine-noah]

As heat week went on, even Noah was getting a little worn out. If he hadn't had to wear the collar it wouldn't have been an issue since his incubus half would have been empowered by it. He got a little bit of that benefit from his nature but the collar mostly cancelled it out. Even if he was a little tired and sore, though, that didn't stop Noah from still being willing. Sex was the only drug he had access to in the Undercroft and he was definitely prepared to overdose on it.

Noticing the dragon that had briefly escaped but been brought back, Noah threw himself down beside him. "Wound up back down here with the rest of us again, huh? De Luca not gonna take you back, or what?" Running away from the Undercroft made sense but having a room and some cushy life with a councilman? Didn't make much sense to Noah. He figured the dragon was in heat (they went through heat, right? Seemed like there weren't a lot of people down here who weren't) so leaned closer to him than had to. "Happy to help you forget about it for a while." He smirked.

@thecharleswinchester

[sahidchettair]

Location: photo studio @charliekwensi​

With the passing weeks, Sahid took public transport further and further away from home and the hospital to hang the posters. They walked into most establishments, no longer afraid of making the request to leave behind a poster or two.

They were waiting for the receptionist to get off of the phone, stealing a moment to look around the place. There were photographs hanging every where, of people that looked like they were models or actors. Sahid didn’t own a tv or a netflix account, leaving them with just browsing videos on youtube if they ever gave themselves that time.

The receptionist tapped their arm and they shared their request with a guilty smile. There was a moments pause before a hand was reaching for the flyer they were holding out. They turned to leave, watching the door at the end of the hallway opening up to reveal a studio of some kind. They watched a person leaving, thinking she must be a model, her hair looked like it had been given a whole lot of attention, as did her make up. They couldn’t help staring.

[topher-romijn]

Stars in your Eyes || Charlie & Topher

Location: Memorial Park @charliekwensi​

It had to be something in the air. Like: with weird and horrifying circumstances - none of which revolved around Topher however - good things were also bound to happen. First Talia - a huge surprise that still had Topher in a state of heightened excitement - and now this huge star was sitting on a bench right opposite of them. Topher had been trying to make up their mind on how to approach her for a while now, but she was reading something, and they didn’t want to disturb her. 

So when she finally put down her paper, Topher walked towards her, a bright smile on their face, nervously holding their bag in their hands. Now, what do you say to someone who is a huge star? “Hi, uhm. Thank you for your talent.” Great, good start, absolutely fantastic. Super smooth. 

[zach-bastiaans]

Your hands protect the flames || Charlie & Zach

Location: Blackrock Police station Time: 29th of November, 2019 @charlierussoreeves

Zach needed to take a chance. He knew some things, and information was being uncovered within town that would suggest crazy things were happening. He wanted more information. But he didn’t know how. He didn’t know how to give himself access to some of the major players, trying to collect intel or at least get a better understanding of the case without being clear about it. 

The head of the Blackrock police department clearly wasn’t the type of person to talk a lot, to share things that might be precious to the investigation. So Zach planned to play a different angle. 

He was waiting near the entry desk, he had made an appointment five work days ago. He had worked out some questions on a pad that the other activists had wanted him to ask about the investigation into the wolf on the square. In the name of PETA, of course. He was just one of the protestors, working for an official organisation, hoping to get some answers. 

[zachbastiaans]

Guarded || Charlie & Zach

[Reflection hour sped by quickly these days, and sometimes Zach even hoped there would be more of it, that he would be allowed to keep his seat and continue with the work he was doing. It wasn’t as if they really paid attention to him, regardless of his security level, he felt like he never gave them any reason to think he might be a problem. He held his manners, gave the guards who had to sit there for an other the respect they didn’t deserve, and sometimes stayed for a couple of minutes to make some small talk. But Zach never went into conversations if he didn’t think there was anything for him to get out of them. Their rebellion was going in the right direction, but he still felt limited due to the three stripes tattooed on his arm. Not everyone looked at them as he did, however, and he often forgot they were there too. If people asked, he told them it was because of his work as an activist before D-day. Which was a great conversation starter, because it said something they already knew: the government was trying everything they could to stay in power. But he had never been sure if it was just that, and he didn’t dare to ask.]

[He looked up quickly when the clock announced that they were allowed to leave again, and Zach stood from his seat, hiding the piece of paper and pencil in his jacket, and making his way up front as one of the last individuals to leave. Today’s oppressor was Charlie, who had been here for about as long as Zach had, although he wasn’t certain who had arrived first. The man was a little... he had no idea of how to say that in a kindly manner: dumb. But they had talked before.]

Hello Charlie. [He said, walking up to the man.] It was pretty uneventful today, wasn’t it? 

@charlie-freakin-essex

[dombaccari]

WHERE: spooktacular soiree. WHO: @charliemulgrave​ & dom.

Dom was miserable. In his jeans, leather jacket, and army boots, he stood out among the crowd of witches and vampires and superheroes. The world was truly fucking backwards if his outfit stood out in a crowd. He’d been offered drinks and dances and garnered playful frowns when he turned them all down. He’d even gotten an “aw, smile! It’s a party!” that made him want to start throwing punches. As if he’d come here by choice. 

Keeping to the edges of the party, he watched on in disdain. All the money that had gone into this bullshit party could have fed a starving family for a year. And the longer he looked at it, the angrier he became. The wealthy did not deserve their wealth.

As if they’d been trained to appear at the very worst moment, he was approached by someone holding two cups of the house drinks. He waved them away, but they insisted. And because he figured punching them wouldn’t go over well, he simply gave up the fight before it began. But he took them both because fuck them. 

Double fisting wasn’t exactly his style, though, and as his eyes landed on someone who seemed just as excited to be there as he was, he made his way over. Not usually one to be social, he merely thrust the drink out towards the man. “This was forced on me, so I’m paying it forward.”

[alec-flynn]

sry-chrlie​:

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As soon as Charlie actually looked at Alec, he knew something was up. Alec gnawed on the side of his thumb like if he broke skin, his insides might reveal the secrets of the universe to him. Charlie knew what it was like to mistake blood for a cheat code. It never turned out pretty. There was always a game-ending glitch.

The Klonopin was doing nothing now for the way his heart beat in his chest. This was new territory. Terrifying territory. The chasm of Alec’s anxious gaze was one as yet unexplored. No matter how many times Charlie had joked about Alec showing up to parties with an acoustic guitar, the chords to Wonderwall, and all of his feelings, they’d never actually sat down for an important conversation the way this was threatening to be. 

What could possibly have happened?

Charlie began to take a step in Alec’s direction before the question stopped him in his tracks. “Uh… yeah, I think I’ve got a bottle of something back in my car. Give me a sec.” 

He jogged back out to the Tesla, briefly considering running away from this situation. But no. This was Alec. There was very little he wouldn’t do for his best friend. 

Returning with a fifth of bourbon, there was no hesitation this time. Charlie walked straight to Alec, sitting next to him on the ratty couch. Wordlessly, he opened the bottle, offering it to Alec for first swig.

“Not to jump the gun, but… your parents are okay, right?” he asked. “‘Cause I swear, dude, if Daisy kicks it before my dad, I will find God and wreck his day.” 

.

Alec’s fingers drummed anxiously against his thighs, nodding his head toward Charlie as he watched him back out through the door he’d just come in. He readjusted himself on the couch, letting his head fall back on the cushions as he looked up at the textured ceiling, trying to see pictures in the small shadows they cast. He was not well-acquainted with this kind of uneasiness and it felt as though every nerve crackled and fried, leaving him twitchy and defenseless. 

Charlie reentered and the relief caught in the tightness of his chest. The couch bowed beneath the added weight and Alec greedily reached for the bottle as it was offered to him. He took several gulps, the liquid burning its way down his throat and into his stomach where it sat like a reminder. It was only Charlie’s question that drew him back, his eyebrows knitting together as he tried to understand the thought process. “What?” Realization dawned a half-second later, and Alec waved a dismissive hand as he held the bottle back out for Charlie to take. “Nah, man, nothing like that. They’re in, like, Nashville right now or some shit. Festival or something. They’re good.” 

He willed the alcohol to snake through his veins quicker, willed the words he didn’t have to come. He didn’t know where to start, didn’t know what to say. He didn’t even know how he felt. It’d been a year and he was still just as lost.

“I fucked up,” he said suddenly, his eyes falling to the hands that clasped and unclasped in front of him. He knew that declaration was a pretty broad spectrum. It was sort of the pinnacle of who Alec was as a person. Frankly, he found it to be part of his charm. 

In any other situation, he would have made the joke, but instead he ran a hand through his hair again and realized the words were never going to come. There was no right order for what he was about to say. There was no poetry to be found here. “I hooked up with Damaris Bailey last year.” He paused, glancing over at Charlie, trying to get a read on him, wondering if he thought that was enough of a confession to warrant the tension that was bleeding out in the room. “And, I don’t know, like, two months later she, uh.” He chuckled once, though it was without humor, and ran a hand over the scruff that dusted his jaw. “She told me she was pregnant.”

[claystrait-blog]

“Hey, you know mom and dad are coming to campus, right?” Clay asked his sister after pulling off his headphones that were playing music in his ears. “I figured we would just go together to pick them up from the station. If that’s all right with you.”

[nicotine-noah]

Noah kissed back, grunting as Charlie pulled out and also stretching out when he could. He grinned at being thanked. "You're welcome. Look me up for that any time." He blinked at the admission. "Couldn't really tell, obviously got the job done." He motioned at the mess on his stomach then sat up. "I'm gonna go grab a shower. See you around." He pulled his pants on at least and sauntered off, grinning to himself. Heat week was so much fun.

END

The dragon smiled back lazily as well, ducking his head down to press a light kiss to Noah's lips. He pulled out and dropped down beside the other slave, stretching out with a content sigh. Given the week, he knew that wouldn't last for very long, but at least he didn't feel like he was going to lose his mind. "It was very good. Thank you." He shot him a small grin. "I hope it was good for you, I don't usually top."

[nicotine-noah]

Charlie didn't say it but Noah could tell and feel that he was getting close by the way his hips moved, groaning at the erratic thrusts and cursing when he felt Charlie slam home hard and cum inside him. The bite and the cock still pulsing inside him as well as everything else did him in and Noah finished quickly after, moaning and spilling in Charlie's hand. He lay back for a minute, panting, then smiled up at him lazily. "How's that for helpin' out?"

With his heat riding him and the way that Noah was reacting to him, the cambion arching up against him and being vocal, Charlie knew he wasn't going to last much longer. A little whine slipped passed his lips as Noah's nails dragged down his back and the dragon thrust a few more times into the other slave, his release hitting him hard as he slammed his hips forward one last time. He stayed buried deep in Noah as he rode out his orgasm, biting down on the cambion's shoulder.

[nicotine-noah]

Noah just kissed him harder when Charlie moaned into it, taking advantage of the parted lips to roughly explore his mouth with his tongue. The kiss broke soon enough, though, only for the dragon's mouth to move down and Noah tilted his head for him, groaning at the shift in position and the harder thrusts, rocking down and with him as much as he could. "Ah - that's it, feels so good. Keep fuckin' me just like that..." He moaned and cursed, arching his back at the added bolts of pleasure from Charlie's hand on his cock. He wouldn't last very long if the other man kept it up like that and he dragged blunt nails down Charlie's back hard, wanting to get him impossibly closer.

Charlie's lips parted against Noah's in a moan as he was nipped back hard and his hips stuttered for just a second. With it being heat week, the dragon knew he wasn't going to last very long, so he was attempting to make every second count, to make Noah feel good. He broke away to press kisses and bites down along the other man's jaw and neck, adjusting their positions slightly so that he could thrust harder into Noah. One hand slid down to wrap around the other slave's cock, stroking him quickly.

[nicotine-noah]

"You really didn't." Noah fired back, even if Charlie was just teasing. There wasn't much heat in Noah's tone but honestly, if he broke that easily he wouldn't have survived in here for two years like he had. That wasn't important right now since Charlie started fucking him properly and Noah moaned, rolling his hips with the rhythm as the pleasure shot through him. He kissed back just as hungrily, shivering a little at the nip and nipping back a little harder, deepening the kiss and into something rougher, more tongue and teeth than lips.

Charlie himself had never really come around to following the masters orders, even though he'd been at Krovs for six years now (minus, of course, the few months that he'd escaped). A part of him would always balk at playing the "good boy" role for anyone, even struggling with it when it came to Raphael. A laugh escaped the dragon as Noah rolled his eyes at him. "Well, I just had to make sure." He teased with a playful wink, his hands tightening their hold briefly on the other slave's thighs when he rocked down against him. That was all the encouragement that the dragon needed to start moving, nothing gentle or hesitant in the way that he thrust into Noah, letting his heat finally start to take him over more. The older slave ducked his head down to kiss the other man hungrily, nipping at his bottom lip.

[nicotine-noah]

Noah had definitely been tuned in by some masters before. He played nice, usually, maybe a little cocky and mouthy but he usually followed instructions. He only really went off if they were outright assholes to him outside of the bedroom and that's when he got in trouble. He rolled his eyes a little good-naturedly at Charlie's comment. "Good, 'cause I'm not." Finally, Charlie gave him more of what he wanted and Noah's head snapped back with a groan as he bottomed out in one thrust. "That's what I want. Fuck." From the outside looking in, it would seem like Noah was the one in heat, not Charlie. He dug his fingers into Charlie's back and rocked down against him to encourage him to keep going.

Most of the shittier masters didn't enjoy a mouthy slave, but there were some that seemed to enjoy putting them in their place. Charlie had initially thought that Raphael was that kind of master when the man had first claimed him, but it seemed like the ghoul liked him being a smartass. Any thoughts of the councilman were pushed away when Noah spoke impatiently and Charlie started to laugh, glancing down at him with a grin. "Sorry. I really don't think you're made of glass, I promise." He lined himself up and then thrust all the way into the other slave in one go, one hand settling down on the cot beside the man's head. Hey, if he said he could handle it, Charlie would take his word for it.

[nicotine-noah]

"Could be." Then again, most of the shittier ones probably didn't like someone who talked back so maybe that didn't make sense. Noah didn't care as much about the conversation as they got closer to what he really wanted to be doing. Finally, Charlie lined up and Noah smirked as his legs were hooked over his shoulders. Been a while since he'd done it like that but he sure didn't mind, though he did mind how slow Charlie was going. He made a slightly frustrated sound. "You've already bent me in half you're not gonna break me. C'mon, fuck me properly. I can take it." Noah rocked his hips down trying to encourage him to be faster about it.

"Maybe it's just my attitude that winds up getting me the shittier ones." Though this time around, most of the men who rented Charlie weren't too bad. Hell, he happened to really like Cairo and Quin wasn't too bad. For a councilman. Maybe it was a weird councilmen thing that they liked him for being so damn grumpy half the time. A small moan escaped Charlie as well once Noah rocked up against him and the dragon slipped one hand between them to wrap around his own cock, lining himself up. He shifted position slightly to hook Noah's legs over his shoulders and started to press into him slowly, not wanting to hurt the other slave.

[nicotine-noah]

Noah lifted his hips and helped slide and kick his pants all the way off. "Really? Some of 'em are crap but hell mostly it's a good time. Better than bein' stuck down here." The cambion knew this wasn't exactly a normal opinion but most of the time being rented ended up being fun, at least for him. The growl into the kiss made him smile and kiss back harder, noticing Charlie fumbling at his pants and reaching down to help him out. Between them, they got his pants undone and pushed off his hips and Noah grabbed his ass, pulling him down against him roughly as he ground up with no layers between them, the friction making him moan.

Charlie nearly stuck his tongue out at Noah in a childish response, but caught himself just in time. With a small snort of laughter, he quickly undid the other slave's pants, encouraging him to lift up his hips so that he could start tugging the clothes off. "I dunno about that, but I usually have a pretty shitty opinion of the masters." And the staff, but he didn't feel the need to say that. The dragon's lips parted against Noah's and he growled after a second, pressing in closer. He blindly reached down to start undoing his own pants, the movements slightly clumsy as he was more focused on kissing the other slave.

[nicotine-noah]

"Actin' like it with all this privacy bullshit." Noah teased, easily shiftng so he could be pressed back into the bed. His hands roamed over the dragon's back and sides and he raised an eyebrow at the admission. "Got a point, I guess. But if they wanna watch I think it's kinda hot, don't you?" He smirked and leaned up to catch Charlie's lips in a kiss again, spreading his legs for him and grinding up against him more insistently now.

"I'm not shy." Charlie replied with a laugh, even as he moved them both a bit so that he could press Noah down onto the cot. This wasn't exactly the most comfortable place to fuck, but it seemed like neither of them were feeling all that patient right now. "Just don't really like giving the masters a free show, is all. Think they should have to pay for this shit. That's what they come here for, right?" He teased, settling between Noah's legs.