#betterinslowmo

“This is beauty. Touch it. Go on. Caress the fabric.”

Ryan had learned a lot about the Fake AH Crew over his years as an assassin. He remembered when they were first starting out and he had laughed at the idea of a group trying to make it big in Los Santos but he had been proven wrong. They were now arguably the most powerful gang in the country and Ryan wanted in. He had paid a guy of his to try and track them down but they had only managed to get a trace on the forerunner. At least it was something. 

{ *cries* Why you do this to me? You’re too sweet to me. I love you, dearie. I’m not even home so I can’t properly reply to this. :c like just thank you. You’re so patient with my busy life and u love it. You’re so great. I wish I could say more here

>>obviously starts with the wife

>>Bree is just goddamn incredible. She's so open to plot with me, and I love hearing about her life! It's just so amazing to find that person you feel truly special with. She breaks my heart with her drabbles, and gets me flustered by making Gavin get all dominant with Meg. 

Send me "that’s dirty" and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.52. "I'm not wearing any underwear."

It was a hot Wednesday morning when Meg had entered the Roosterteeth building, sauntering in and flapping her hand towards her face as an attempt to cool down. As a girl from New York, she wasn't used to this kind of heat, and thankfully it gave her the opportunity to crack out the old shorts and shirt combo. Her usual deep red curls were tied up in a high ponytail, simply because she was fed up with it sticking to her face which was covered in a light glaze of warmth.

Kicking off her favourite new Ice Cream themed shoes, she settled into the sofa that sat in her boyfriend's office, a soft smile on her face as she waited for him to enter. As if on cue, he had walked in, hair askew and with those ridiculous salmon coloured shorts on. As soon as they had locked on, Meg saw him grin, dump everything on his desk and run over, flailing his arms.

She was now trapped between a chuckling Gavin, and a leather sofa that clung to her slightly wet skin. Almost howling with laughter, she squirmed beneath him until Gavin had grabbed her wrists, pinning her still to the sofa with what she could only describe as a grin laced with mischief. 

Recognising this, Meg decided to retaliate, and quickly captured his lips whilst grinning herself, a small laugh escaping when he pushed her harder into the cushions. Breaking apart, she lifted her head til her lips rested by his ear. Giving a small popping sound, she placed a small kiss to the lobe. He wanted to play? Fine.