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No safewords here! (18+ indie dr3 rp) (by rd)

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dylanfuentes:

He chuckled at the obvious question, adjusting his cute pink cowboy hat. God he was angelic, but there wasn’t much brain wise, was there.

“There’s probably something more… your speed in the back,” he promised, motioning with his head.

“Oh?” He smiles a little, “Lead the way then.” Truthfully, he wasn’t expecting much out the back, maybe a club of some sort but there was no harm in checking anyway.

[dylanfuentes-blog]

Dylan had lied, of course. There was nothing in back, just a few sets to show people how to correctly and safely tie up their partner, and a stage with a pole for private parties. He ushered him into the backroom, where the lights were still off. As the door closed, Dylan didn't hesitate to close the space between them, pushing Nick against the wall, stealing a kiss. It felt just as he imagined, even tasted as he imagined. Even if it was just for a moment, it felt blissful...

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dylanfuentes:

He was right; it wasn’t for him. Hell, the entrance was between a girl’s legs.

Dylan had waited the whole time for him. He was working, of course, getting people the right rope or whip. But he was daydreaming of that mechanic that stole his heart. Slowly, as time dragged by, he was losing hope.

He stood behind the counter, ringing up a customer, when he saw him come in. His eyes lit up with something that could only be described as love, and he quickly finished the transaction. Having a co-worker cover for him at the counter, he sauntered over to the angel among men, under the guise of ‘helping him look around’.

“Need help lookin’ for somethin’?” Dylan asked Nick calmly, trying to lay it on smooth. But how smooth could you be, wearing short shorts with fishnets, and a crop top with a nametag that reads “Call me Dylan”?

“Ahh.” Nick should’ve expected this, really. He had no business being here, he merely wanted to check the place out having nothing else to do afterwork. And he’s about to leave when the man he recogsnises from earlier approaches him. “Oh hey Dude. You work here?” A stupid question, the answer was an obvious ‘yes’.

Averting his gaze from the man and his a-little-too-revealing outfit, his eyes scan at the products in front of him instead. And as he rubs his neck at the awkwardness of the situation, he manages to answer his question, “No. Nah. I’m not– Not into these sort of things. I was actually just leaving.” He wasn’t one to judge a person by their jobs but his assumption of him as a person from earlier on was, not only incorrect, but way way off.

[dylanfuentes-blog]

He chuckled at the obvious question, adjusting his cute pink cowboy hat. God he was angelic, but there wasn't much brain wise, was there.

"There's probably something more... your speed in the back," he promised, motioning with his head.

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dylanfuentes:

As he began placing the remainder of the money in his wallet, Dylan heard how he was going to be getting off work. Perfect. Maybe he’d be able to swing by his work… But how could he talk such a…model citizen to just go to his place of work?

He paused closing his wallet as he started walking out, before smirking, “accidentally” dropping a black and pink business card. It was a chance but… better than nothing.

With that, the wannabe cowboy left for work in his freshly serviced vehicle. Damn, it ran like a dream now. Man was good at his job, he had to respect that.

Nick begins to clean up around the shop, packing things back neatly where they belonged. It doesn’t take him long, especially since he’s done this so many times before he can do it with eyes closed. 

He’s about to leave when Rhonda calls after him, hands him a card and suggests he checks it out, leaving him confused and dumbfounded. After only a few seconds of checking out the card details, he decides it’s not for him but he’d humour Rhonda and go anyway. 

There was still time before it shut, so he shrugs, hops in the car and drives to the destination written on the card.

[dylanfuentes-blog]

He was right; it wasn't for him. Hell, the entrance was between a girl's legs.

Dylan had waited the whole time for him. He was working, of course, getting people the right rope or whip. But he was daydreaming of that mechanic that stole his heart. Slowly, as time dragged by, he was losing hope.

He stood behind the counter, ringing up a customer, when he saw him come in. His eyes lit up with something that could only be described as love, and he quickly finished the transaction. Having a co-worker cover for him at the counter, he sauntered over to the angel among men, under the guise of 'helping him look around'.

"Need help lookin' for somethin'?" Dylan asked Nick calmly, trying to lay it on smooth. But how smooth could you be, wearing short shorts with fishnets, and a crop top with a nametag that reads "Call me Dylan"?

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dylanfuentes:

As he followed him to the counter, he imagined what Nick looked like under that get up. He could see him, bare, hands tied above his head, eyes covered with a pink silk scarf. And Dylan would be wearing the leather gloves that felt like butter on the skin, and not much else.

He was just getting to the best part of his daydream when he was brought back to the real world with the price and prompt, and that beautiful smile.

Reaching for his wallet, he replied with a calm, collected, “Cash.”

As he took out the wallet and saw how much he had, he was thankful he had paid the rent this month already. He took out the four hundred dollar bills, handing them to Nick with a genuine smile.

“Thank you, sir,” Nick says as he reaches out to gingerly take the money from the other’s hand. He turns back to the computer, typing before getting up and raising a finger to the man. “I’ll be right back in a second to get your change.

As much as there weren’t very many robberies in the area, Rhonda couldn’t help but be careful with where the cash is kept (which is in the office upstairs) much to Nick’s annoyance. It only takes a few minutes before he comes back, however, cash in hand. “Alright.” He mutters more to himself than anyone else. 

“Apologies for the delay.” He prints off another invoice, this time with the amount received and the change. After he hands the change and receipt back, Rhonda speaks. “You can clock off after this one, hun.” Nick thanks the man and smiles before turning to Rhonda, “You sure?”  Rhonda nods, eyes still glued to the mountain of paperwork. “Mhm, we’re closing soon anyway and I’ll be moving these up to the office later on.”

[dylanfuentes-blog]

As he began placing the remainder of the money in his wallet, Dylan heard how he was going to be getting off work. Perfect. Maybe he'd be able to swing by his work... But how could he talk such a...model citizen to just go to his place of work?

He paused closing his wallet as he started walking out, before smirking, "accidentally" dropping a black and pink business card. It was a chance but... better than nothing.

With that, the wannabe cowboy left for work in his freshly serviced vehicle. Damn, it ran like a dream now. Man was good at his job, he had to respect that.

[rdrphub-blog]

If you see this post, it means the blog that reblogged it has been moved to here!

What does that mean?

(I’ll give you a hint: nothing but I follow from here now)

It’ll be the same writing, the same memes, the same everything.

This is just letting everyone know what’s going on!

(Please don’t reblog if you’re not me)

Thank you!

[cutelittlerpmemes]

Make my muse blush in ten words or less

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dylanfuentes:

This was supposed to be just a normal car checkup; Dylan had finally gotten together enough cash to even think about fixing that check engine light problem. He expected normal car things to transpire.

What he didn’t expect was an absolute angel to be the one working on his hunk of junk.

Nick was beautiful. He was so strong and smelled of oil. He could practically feel his lips on his body, worshipping him. Or would he worship the mechanic’s body? He wasn’t sure yet. But he was damn sure he wouldn’t mind bottoming for this one.

When he looked over the details, he cringed slightly, pulled out of his fantasy. That was less than he saved up for, yes, but barely. Time for another month of cup of noodles. However, it was extremely fair prices.

“I’ll be sure to do that. Hell, your service is amazing here. I think you guys got a new regular here.”

“That’s great to hear! Now if you please follow me, we can process your payment. You and your car will be out of here in no time.” Nick smiles, a great customer service is always beneficial to the company.

 He leads him to the counter, where Rhonda was also busy with paperwork, and sets the clipboard down. The tapping of keyboard and flipping of paper is all that’s heard until a few minutes later when Nick speaks again. “And that comes to about three-hundred and twenty dollars, which includes the cost of labour, parts and oil. Will you be paying by cash or card?”

Either way, he clicks and the machine prints out the invoice before once again, beaming at the other man, awaiting his response.  

[dylanfuentes-blog]

As he followed him to the counter, he imagined what Nick looked like under that get up. He could see him, bare, hands tied above his head, eyes covered with a pink silk scarf. And Dylan would be wearing the leather gloves that felt like butter on the skin, and not much else.

He was just getting to the best part of his daydream when he was brought back to the real world with the price and prompt, and that beautiful smile.

Reaching for his wallet, he replied with a calm, collected, "Cash."

As he took out the wallet and saw how much he had, he was thankful he had paid the rent this month already. He took out the four hundred dollar bills, handing them to Nick with a genuine smile.

[dylanfuentes-blog]

Glad to see a new Dylan RP blog around here! Welcome to the trash bin, friend. ;^)

//Thank you! I'm actually surprised this url was open! I'm going to try to do him some justice lmao (he's my only canon character right now)But, again, thank you!!

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@dylanfuentes

      Nick perfectly parks the car just out the front of Wrench-O-Rama. As he exits, he takes the clipboard with him pertaining the details of work done with the car. He stops just beside the blond-haired man to show him the list before handing him the key. “I think you ought to take more care of your car, sir. We recommend at least two minor services a year.”

[dylanfuentes-blog]

This was supposed to be just a normal car checkup; Dylan had finally gotten together enough cash to even think about fixing that check engine light problem. He expected normal car things to transpire.

What he didn't expect was an absolute angel to be the one working on his hunk of junk.

Nick was beautiful. He was so strong and smelled of oil. He could practically feel his lips on his body, worshipping him. Or would he worship the mechanic's body? He wasn't sure yet. But he was damn sure he wouldn't mind bottoming for this one.

When he looked over the details, he cringed slightly, pulled out of his fantasy. That was less than he saved up for, yes, but barely. Time for another month of cup of noodles. However, it was extremely fair prices.

"I'll be sure to do that. Hell, your service is amazing here. I think you guys got a new regular here."

[nazura]

That door does not open again until you start being a little bit more... obedient

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               ❮ Let me see if I can put something together ❯

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(05.29.2016) ❣️💌