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Hullo! Would you, perchance, be willing to write some Gavin nsfw..?
No pressure ofc ✌️
......so... I'm baaaacck haha.
sorry.
But here's Gavin. And extremely late, fuck I'm so sorryyyyy. University does not love me.
(listened to @cudavianka's gavin playlist while writing this hehe.)
nsfw ♡
"You know what's funny," Dear says into the air of their and Lasko's apartment.
Lasko and Gavin shift their attention from the TV, where they were half-paying attention, to the professor. "Hmm?"
Dear narrows their gaze on Gavin. "Lasko has kissed both of us--"
Gavin snickers at the way Lasko's eyes bug out of his head as he splutters in shock. "Wh-where did that come from?"
Gavin smirks at Dear, knowing their little game. "I knowww," he simpers. "Isn't that so unfair?"
Dear nods, mock seriously. "So unfair."
Lasko is just in awe, watching this whole exchange with his jaw slackened.
"Sooo, were you wanting to even the score?" The incubus makes a pretty show of batting his eyelashes at Dear.
"What do you say, Lasko? Are you gonna be fair?" Dear cups Lasko's chin and playfully brushes their lips against their lover's own.
He lets out a shaky breath, but nods anyway, too scared to open his mouth in case a moan slips out instead of actual words.
"Words, baby," Gavin presses a hot kiss against the shell of Lasko's ear. The poor air elemental nearly melts.
"Yeah," his voice wavers as he whispers out, "get even."
"You heard the man," Gavin says to Dear. "Get over here, professor."
Dear can't help but giggle as they get up and make their way to Gavin's lap. Lasko eagerly shifts his whole body on the couch to face the two of them. They don't give him the pleasure of acknowledging him as they begin.
Gavin's hands are planted firmly on Dear's hips as their lips collide... firm lips, hot tongues, heavy breaths, wet mouths... It's euphoric.
"Ah, fuck," Lasko whimpers as he basically leans towards the two melding bodies.
Gavin can't help but let out a little chuckle, therefore allowing Dear to mark his skin with sloppy nibbles down his jaw, down the slope of his neck to his shoulder. Gavin feels his eyes flutter shut at the delicious pain; he finds his fingers digging into their back as he lets his head loll back, wanton moans drifting up to the ceiling.
God, they were good. He basically can't be blamed for rolling his hips up to meet theirs.
The pure pulsing heat of Dear's core meeting Gavin's causes them to drool onto his skin before they urgently return to his mouth.
"Too many clothes," Lasko pants, crawling closer and reaching between the pair. He grabs onto Gavin's cock through his pants, and Gavin bucks harder into his hand. Dear rubs themself on both Gavin's crotch and Lasko's fist, shivering at the difference in textures.
At last, Lasko finds it, the button of Gavin's jeans. He pops it open and pointlessly tries to wriggle the incubus' pants down. Gavin, strong as he is, raises his hips, lifting both himself and Dear up, and he shuffles out of his clothes. Lasko is quick to help Dear take off their pants too.
They take much less time taking off their shirts, and soon it's heated skin against skin as Gavin grinds up into them. Feeling the heavy pulsing cock press into them, Dear knows what had Lasko going back for seconds.
Gavin kisses their shoulders, the delicate action a complete juxtaposition to the merciless thrusts that Gavin is performing downstairs.
"L-Lasko," Dear moans out, their burned-out eyes lock on their boyfriend, "kiss--"
And that's all they need to say before the velvety warmth of his mouth meets theirs. They melt into his mouth and receive three good thrusts before unraveling in Gavin's arms.
With their last ounce of strength, Dear angles Lasko's lips to Gavin, who immediately picks up the mantle. Dear feels Gavin's dick jump inside of them as the two men's sloppy tongues tangle with each other.
Dear helps out, and darkens the marks they already made prior. That's all it takes, and then Gavin shudders, shooting thick ropes of cum up into one of his best friends' partner.
The heavy breathing of the trio slowly settles into playful giggles as the heat of the room fades away.
"Now, we're even," Dear pecks Lasko's and Gavin's cheeks.
By the time the gig was over, Milo was absolutely fed up with everything.
It had felt like the damn thing lasted nearly half the day, even if it was just 3 hours. Didn't help that Asher kept losing the single person the pair were supposed to keep a damn eye on. Milo didn't even know how the Beta could do that, but Ash's excuse was he "couldn't see them over the crowd" because the person was considerably shorter than him.
The only problem was that the person was about an inch or two taller than Milo, so that comment earned quite the slug to the arm and a dark glare. Plus the fact that Milo has to tell David about the situation too for the report, including the comment. David thought it was a little funny, Milo not so much.
As soon as he was in the door, he slumped against the wall and slid down with a long sigh. He took a minute or two sitting there before forcing himself to get back up, begrudgingly of course, and get his shoes off.
"Sweetheart!" He called out, met with nothing. Huh. That's weird. He called out his mate's name this time in a questioning tone, "Helloooooo..? I know you're home, you had a day off—"
He paused and noticed Aggro padding over, "Oh, hey buddy," he greeted as he crouched down, "how's my big boy doin', huh? Know where they are— what the..." He noticed a little folded paper tucked under the cat's collar, picking Aggro up to carefully slide it out without tugging some fur — to which Aggro was grateful. It couldn't have been comfortable having that against his neck for who knows how long.
He set Aggro back down, thinking the cat would lead him straight to his mate... Nope. Straight to the food and cat bed. How helpful.
He scoffed a snort, fiddling with the little paper a bit before unfolding it. The only thing that was written on it was in his mate's handwriting:
Come find me ;)
Ohh, now he gets their game...
It didn't help that they spritzed the little paper with that new body spray that drove him absolutely insane. The last time they wore it, it was for a date night that ended up being a phone call to cancel the reservation and him on top of them after seeing them all dolled up and smelling like that. He's a simple man, what can he say?
"You're playin' a dangerous game, sweetheart," he warned out into the room as he tossed the little paper to the side. "You know how good I am at huntin', trackin'..."
He was going to have fun with this...
As soon as he got more into the house, the scent hit him from all angles, it was almost overwhelming.
"Little brat..." He muttered. They sprayed that scent all over the house to throw him off... It was on everything.
"Not funny, y'know!" He started his hunt. "Tryin' to throw me off... Rile me up, huh? Biiiiig mistake, baby..."
He checked every room.
Starting with the spare room for when some of the others stayed over, he checked everything. The closet, corners, even under the bed.
Nothing.
Stealth cores were hard to detect, he knew that. But he knew his mate. The two were connected, he could sort through and find them even in a crowd of empowered people.
He kept looking.
Not in the kitchen either, not that he really expected them to be. He had to try everything, y'know?
The living room wasn't an option either. The only one he found was Aggro trying to shimmy that fluffy butt under the couch again to find one of the toys that got flung under there. He just left his cat to it, "Have fun, buddy, don't get stuck again."
He couldn't sense them in any of the other rooms... Where the fuck were they then...
When he got to the master bedroom, that's where the spray scent was overpowering. He knew what that meant, they're trying to throw him off on where they were in this room...
"Be glad I ain't gonna light a match in here, the whole place would go up in flames with how mucha that stuff you doused over everything, sweetheart," he teased, seemingly talking to himself in the room.
His stride was slow as he stalked through the room, "I know you're in here~" He purred, looking around. "It's the last room, and, uh," he clicked his tongue, "you wouldn'ta hit every surface with that spray y'know gets me goin'... I ain't the investigative type, don't get me wrong... But it don't take a Sherlock to connect the dots that you're tryna, I dunno... What's that thing you always say...
He dropped his voice low as he trailed around the bed in a circling motion, "Quite literally throw me off the scent of ya... Hm?"
He hummed, the sound morphing into a low growl. "Smart... But not smart enough, baby..."
He was getting pent up just thinking about them, where they were, knowing that they were just watching him try and find them... His core was lighting up like fireworks...
Oh, he was getting impatient.
"Come out, come out, wherever you aaare..." He watched around the room for any movement, his ears in high alert. Nothing. He couldn't even hear their breathing. He knew they were good, but damn...
Time to take matters into his own hands... Or maybe his paws.
He tilted his head either way to crack his neck, letting the magic flow through his veins as he shifted.
His wolf form felt more natural, more him. Shaking his fur out to fluff it up, his head tilted around to scan the area.
The scent of the body spray was stronger in this form, it got straight to his brain... Among other things.
He could smell the hints of warm vanilla, the woodsy scent, even the little hint of orange blossom... Felt like it was surrounding and clouding his mind...
Wait.
He caught a distinct scent that wasn't in the mix of the spray...
He knew that one.
That bundle he got them when he heard them raving about it... Body butter with a body oil, it was one of the few things that they said didn't trigger anything...
He could catch the amber scent, the jasmine and orchid...
Big mistake, he thought.
He prowled around the room, taking deep, slow breaths to find the source of it.
The closer he got towards the middle of the bed, the stronger that scent got.
Bingo...
He stood there for a few minutes, waiting. Like a pointer dog that found something.
The longer he stood there...
The more he could hear their heartbeat picking up...
Their breaths getting shallow...
Their core singing...
And the scent of arousal infusing into the air...
He backed up a few paces, and he heard their breathing slowed...
Until he shifted back and pinned them down. Even while they were cloaked, he knew every inch of their body and had it memorized.
Every detail, every line and curve that just the thought of their form had his pants feeling tight.
His hands holding down their wrists above their head, he straddled their hips and leaned down, feeling his breath hitting their skin. His lips slowly curled into a grin, eyes having a hint of a glow.
"Hey there, sweetheart~"
He heard them scoff, "New record, baby," they mocked, and he knew they had that teasing look they give when they secretly win, "only took you... Hm, what, ten minutes this time?"
"You're the one cheatin' with that little trick of that damn spray everywhere," he shot back, gripping their wrists and earning a soft sound from them. "I could practically taste it every time I took a damn breath."
"It's not cheating, it's called strategy~"
"Strategy my ass," he rolled his eyes, "you cheated and you damn well know it. Tryin' to throw me off the trail... And for what, huh? What's goin' on in that pretty lil' head of yours?"
There was a pause, he could sense that smirk a mile away.
"Oh nothing special..." They mused, sounding nonchalant.
Until they uncloaked under him.
Naked.
His core was on fire.
"Ohhh-fuck, you're dangerous..."
That glow to his eyes was brighter, matching the one in theirs as magic surged between the two of them.
"So," they looked him over, their eyes taking in every little detail, "whatcha gonna do about it, hm, baby?"
He leaned down again to catch that intoxicating scent, his eyes nearly rolling back as he tried not to moan out.
Instead, he matched that devious look with a purring sound. And just like he loves to do, a quick motion and his clothes phased off without him even having to budge off of his mate.
god, the way people outside of the community treat audio rp pisses me off sometimes. So many people, when “giving it a chance”, refuse to suspend disbelief for a single second. “Excuse you, I would not say that.” “All I can imagine is that guy sitting in a closet, making out with his mic, or do they kiss their hand?” “Again, I didn’t say that. It’s like you’re not even listening to me.”
It’s a fundamentally different medium which means you treat it differently. You use your imagination to picture the descriptions in a book, you let yourself be fooled by the cgi in movies, you immerse yourself rather than bawking at it the moment you hear them reply to nothing because it’s considered cringe.
And like any medium, the quality varies. There are amazing creators and amateurs, but because it takes so little budget, it’s largely amateurs. And I love that, it’s an incredible way for people to tell stories, get into voice acting, etc.
I just wish more people engaged in it earnestly and I appreciate all the people who do
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Listen to: i fooled around and fell in love- Elvin Bishop
Blurb/domestic
Milo and sweetheart have a warm evening in. No screens, no people, just them in their cozy warm bed. Together. (Mostly aggro)
Dominant daddy Milo tho 👀👀
Quiet, no sounds or outside noises. Just the hum of some soft and slow music playing. Milo hummed along, his hands occupied in sweethearts hair, he held them half asleep but fully relaxed present with him.
Aggro was curled at the foot of the bed purring quietly before he grumbled, the senior cat discontent with his owners lack of attention. He lazily rises to his paws, slowy padding toward the head of the bed where the lovers lie. He plops down between their bellies his tail thumping against Milo’s hip.
Milos sleepy expression falters, one hand away from sweethearts head to move toward aggros. He pet gentle before gushing a bit, his heart was warm.
“Sweet baby boy aggro..” he mumbled, pulling aggro away from wherever he was comfy to pull him closer to himself, kissing away at his greying fur. The felines nose scrunched as he purred, acting forced into it but not resisting. He leant into the warmth of his Milo.
Sweetheart smiled sleepily watching their two boys, a hand slowly reaching up to aggros backside. They always pet gently nothing like Milo’s cuteness aggression toward the cat. They pet slow and soft, more nuzzling then kisses as they didnt want to overwhelm the cat.
“Baby boy..?” They question with a look on their face, half bittersweet grimace half smirk at how paternal Milo was toward the cat. “Hes almost 11. Thats like decrepit in cat years..i think 60..” they added on teasingly, Milo grumbled and popped their forehead before kissing aggros head again.
“Don’t even listen to them. You don’t look a day over 45..” he whispered with a smirk, head toward aggro but eyes looking to his sweetheart.
Sweetheart smiles as they notice his gaze, leaning over to peck at the corner of his mouth. Milo shuts his eyes before opening after the peck.
“Cmon you can do better than that.” He smiled against them, moving in to kiss them better. “Show me you can do better..” he requested quietly, barely above a whisper.
Sweethearts tummy got warm at his words. They move closer and kiss him again, this time more intently, on his mouth, deep and smooth, soft for him. Only him.
He smiles against their mouth this time, refraining from his usual seducing praise, keeping the moment wholesome rather than lustful.
“My sweet baby..” he repeated, earlier meant for aggro, now meant for you. You had his attention.
Sweetheart wasn’t known for being sweet. They were known for abrasive demands, not soft submission or gentle kisses. This was a side of them that no one had seen. And Milo didnt want anyone else seeing it.
“All mine.” He would whisper again to them.
They looked at him awkwardly for a minute, still smiling. Just getting shy as they moved their head into his neck, just nuzzling him so he couldn’t see their expression. Milo chuckled heartily and deep.
“It’s late.” They mumbled back, not rising from his neck while attempting to divert attention from themselves. Milo smiles again and kisses their head.
“Okay. Sleep then baby.” He speaks low and deep while petting their hair a bit more before leaning to flick the lamp off.
Aggro stilled purred. Sweetheart still nuzzled. And Milo was still happy.
Meoowwww first fic/blurb in a while im still toying around stylistically speaking hopefully the content itself isn’t bad
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