Bitch Bois

Ander downed the shot and put up two fingers signaling the bartender for two more. The empty seat next to Theo, Ander now claimed. Closer to the beautiful stranger his eyes looked over him. As if trying to remember every detail. “I'll allow the toast. But to be clear, what I want to do with you? Friends don't do.” Ander said boldly wanting to ensure the other understood his intentions.

Theo watched as the other signaled for the bartender. "Trying to get me drunk, huh?" Theo jested with a smirk. Theo couldn't help but also appreciate the boldness and bluntness. A smirk gracing his lips as he regarded the other man's features. Not hiding how his own eyes took in hte other man's body. "I don't know...I do quite a bit with my friends." Theo hummed with a smirk, allowing his hand to playfully squeeze the other man's thigh as he took the empty seat.

Rodrick smirked. Distracted by the conversation, the dirty images that run through his brain had slowed down, but knowing he had Robb's full attention, he decided to make this little game their foreplay. The images were suddenly back - in them, Robb was getting naked for him. Rodrick raised his arms, hands behind his back, the dirty smile hanging on his lips. "Well lucky me, then. I'll be imaigning you getting naked for me, on your knees for me... how's that sound?"

Robb couldn't help the way that his lips twitched upwards as he heard Rodrick's words. And he couldn't help the soft groan that escaped him as he saw the images playing through the other man's head. "Someone is seeming rather...Eager." Robb said with a chuckle and a wink. "And that sounds like quite the lovely idea for me personally."

“Let’s have a couple of drinks. Then we can discuss what I need” Ander noting the others smirk. As their shots were served he picked one of them up for a toast. “Mm, what word would I use?” The taller man thought for a moment as he leaned in resting his free hand on the small of his new drinking partner's back, “Stunning. Gorgeous? I think of many words. But I’m not much of a talker. I’m a shower” he whispered into Theo’s ear before pulling back. “Let’s toast., to a good night!” Ander grinned locking eyes with his drinking buddy for the night.

Theo's smirk widens into a smile as he lets out a chuckle. "Alright, sounds like a plan to me." He picked up a shot glass as well and heard the other man's inquiry before he began lifting off a few words. "Is that so?" Theo couldn't help how his voice got a little husky when the other man whispered into his ear, feeling the hot breath brush against his skin. "To a good night and making new friends." He said with a grin as he lifted his shot glass up for the toast before downing it.

Rodrick had a half smirk hanging from his lips as Robb spoke to him. Under the dark glasses he wore, his eyes shone with a certain type of want. So Robb was reading his mind? Well, he could have a good time then. Crossing his arms over his chest, he didn't say one single word, but the question that echoed through his mind was very clear: "and do you like these thoughts, robb?"

Robb couldn't help the smirk from sliding across his lips, a small blush on his face. "I...Can't exactly say that the thoughts were unwelcome." Robb admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. Allowing his eyes to observe the other man and noticeably stare him up and down. "Especially someone so attractive."

"What if I say I'm both taking in the view and need something" The corners of Ander's mouth curled upward. His gaze shifted to the bartender as he raised a hand to get their attention. “Two shots. Best tequila you have” Ander wasn’t a drinker. Well not anymore. College days are behind him. In fact he typically never came to bars unless he was with his friends. And was always the designated driver. However, tonight he didn’t want to be alone and found himself here. “Pretty isn’t enough to describe you”

Theo couldn't help but to chuckle as he heard the other man's words. "I would say that depending on what it is, you've come to the right guy in this bar." Theo said with a smirk as he took in the other man's appearance. He watched as the other flagged down a bartender and gave his order. "Yeah?" Theo asked with an arrogant grin. What words would you use to describe me, hm?"

"Ah, ah. Heel." Yeah. It's a bit of a shame it had to come to this, but there's a bit of an initiation for any demon who walks into their town who thinks they're too big to fail. Which, usually, it's all of them. This was just to preserve the good of the town, to show them there's people out there who can bring them all to heel. Marshall was just the messenger, the very, very, very creative one. This was his idea, and he liked it.

Del absolutely hated how his body moved without his consent. He growled as he found himself quickly going slack and submissive. Clearly stopping his resistance. He should have known that it would have been doomed to fail, but his pride wouldn't allow him to not give some type of fight. Even if it was but a foolish one. "Sorry, sir," Del's mouth spoke before he could bite it back and choke it down, and he almost instantly regret it.

"Oh, you ain't seen nothin' yet." The door slams shut, Marhsall has a spring in his step as he turns to the otherside and makes his way inside. The moment Marshall let the collar fall on Del's lap it felt..oddly cold? Like something was missing. A firm grip. Magic was right, this collar was... cursed? Clearly, but it couldn't be much to a demon of his level. Best to just play a long. Once in, he takes a look at Del's face and yanks that collar close. "I forgot t'mention, this here collar? And your consent? You're gonna' learn just what it means t'be my dog, demonboy. Now, repeat after me, and the power of seven covens and a sacred pact comepels you: bitch me out, marshall, sir. "

Del couldn't help but frown as he felt something was off. What was with him? The moment the collar was around his neck, this weird haze seemed to try to infiltrate his mind. And as much as Del tried to shake it off? It just seemed to keep coming back harder and harder. He grunted as the other suddenly yanked him close by the collar, and his eyes narrowed after him. Why the fuck would he say that? Del opened his mouth to tell the other off...Only to be in for quite the surprise. "Bitch me out, Marshall, sir," Del repeated, and his eyes widened as horror sunk into his stomach. Oh fuck..."What have you done?" Del growled, quickly trying to pull away from the other.

Open to: M/F

Holy fuck...This guy was hot as hell. Felix would be lying if he said that he had been waiting patiently. He had been tapping his foot impatiently and leaning against the wall as he waited for the other to leave. Considering just throwing the nearby stereo in the pool and seeing if that would get the other man's attention. But when the man pulled himself out? Felix's brain short circuited for a moment before he pulled himself together. "No, it's all good man," Felix said as he looked the other with a small smile. "You were killing it man. You've been doing this for awhile?"

Del couldn't help the flush that made it's way onto his cheeks when he was called a goodboy and literally collared right then and there. Seemingly appearing out of nowhere. "Pecking order?" Del asked with a snort. He knew the pecking order. Demons were on top. With their vast amount of skills and powers, how could they be anywhere else? The only reason why Del was collared right now was because he was playing nice. At least, that's what he told himself.

Del couldn't help but to snort when the other told him that this entire place is made of stuff. "That's...Tragic." Del said with a chuckle and a shake of his head. And when the other spoke, Del couldn't help but to scowl. Fuck....Del wasn't the biggest fan of witches. He knows that some of his people work with them. But Del? He's not one to do something of the sort. They are to slimy for his taste, and that's coming from a demon. "Well thanks for the heads up." Del said with a snort.

"Then it's about time that job description gets updated, don't you think? I'm going to have to only pump gas and other things here moving forward." Toby pulled his head back again to spit on the man's rimmed hole. He moved his right hand over to it, teasing the entrance with his thumb while he circled around his own spit and pressed up against it. His mouth was occupied with his cunt after that. When Jackson started to react to the pleasure, that only made the mechanic go even harder. He shoved his tongue as far as it could go into his cunt and then curled it while it was inside. Then he started to dart it in and out, fucking the man's pussy with his tongue to prep him for what was to come.

Jackson couldn't help but to snort as he nodded his head. "You're telling me." Jackson said with a chuckle and a nod of his head. "Nice to know that I've managed to make a loyal customer." Jackson said with a smirk before letting out a soft squeak as the other spat on his hole. "Oh fuck..." Jackson whimpered as he arched back. And when that tongue began to get to work in his pussy? Jackson was biting down on his bottom lip to keep his squeals of bliss from getting to loud. "So...So good!" Jackson whimpered and whined as he pressed back desperately.

Hearing the hybrid vocalize how much he wanted him turned him on like no other. Victor had to take a small pause to slip his cock out of his pants, the arousal making it too hard to be contained. Then he moved his hand back up, sliding his middle digit in Ollie's tight hole. "By the time I'm done with you, you're not going to be able to walk back home." The witch smirked as he spat on the hole again and slipped his finger out. Victor leaned forward and pressed his tongue flat on the entrance, lapping it up before shoving his tongue inside.

Ollie couldn't help but to lick his lips as he watched the other take the cock out of his pants. The hybrid could feel the way that his body was practically thrumming with excitement and need. "I-I'll hold you to that promise." Ollie warned the witch before gasping as the spit landed on his hole before that finger pushed its way inside. Ollie let out a moan of lust as he arched back into that finger, his eyes fluttering close as he pressed his bubbly cheeks back.