Finn for the Win

"I'm the Van Gogh in the art of war." Finn Winchester. 804. Familiar (Wrath). Bottom. Slave. Purchased by Gareth Bradbury. ELEMENTAL MAGIC: Air Magic (advanced) Earth Magic (expert) Electricity Magic (expert) Hell Fire Magic (expert) Ice Magic (advanced) [[Closed RP account for Krovs Castle. Will only RP with members of Krovs.]]

[shadedempsey]

Shade was in the zone and had no ability to relent until Finn finally gave him permission. It was like being close for so long and finally being allowed he filled the other and kept going as pumped the smaller demon full fucking until his seed was slipping from his ass and kept going. Eventually he ran out of steam and gave one last hard wet thrust and stilled deep inside Finn. "Like torturing me." He teased without malice.

[familiar-finn]

"You make it so fun," Finn laughed lightly. His chest still heaved with labored breaths and he continued holding onto Shade sure that the moment he was back on his feet his knees would give out. He cupped the back of the cambion's head and brought his lips to his own so that he could feed off the sexual energy if he wanted, Finn having plenty to give. "Sure the feelin's mutual," he murmured since Shade liked to tease too.

[shadedempsey]

Hearing his name and watching the familiar's ass swallow his dick repeatedly before it clamped down and spasmed around it finally had Shade releasing into the demon. Lining his ass with his seed. His claws dug into the other's hips pulling him back against his head thrust as he pushed deep as he could into the other fucking everything he could and all his frustrations into the other demon until he had nothing left. There was no part of him that wanted to go back on the floor and deal to all the uppity cunts. He was going to at least stop for a drink. "Wanna grab a drink?" He offered slipping out of Finn.

[familiar-finn]

"A drink sounds grand," Finn replied as he stood again. He grabbed his discarded bodysuit, shimmied it back up his legs, and zipped it up again. "D'you have the time before your break's over?" Who could say if Shade was even on a break now, but that wasn't really Finn's business. He also knew he'd probably not get the truth or a straight answer from the cambion. He turned and headed out the restroom, sure Shade would be behind him. "It'll be Bradbury's treat since it's your birthday."

[shadedempsey]

"Naw." He countered the moody demon. The sounds leaving Finn were just that. Sounds. Shade tuning out all the nonsense he liked to spout. He helped shift down his pants further and pulled out the mini bottle of lube he had stashed on him being overly prepared knowing what the day was going to bring him and he wasn't in the mood for his dick getting fucked raw. Lubing the thing up he tossed the bottle to the side finding his way into the familiar not wasting his time pushing into the impatient demon.

"That better?" He asked settling into familiar. He wasn't still long knowing it would get him chastised and also cause his dick was just as hungry. He started to thrust roughly into the other like he'd hadn't fucked once that entire day. He'd blame it on being an incubus. Might as well go through heat the way he constantly craved sex, which he did before he as one.

[familiar-finn]

"Ungh, yes––" Finn's head fell back with a drawn out moan as he answered Shade. He rolled his hips down to meet each and every one of Shade's thrusts, the sensation of the cambion fucking him exactly what he needed. For once Finn had no feedback to deliver, only praise and encouragement practically screamed in between his gasps and groans he already lacked volume control in. His fake nails sank into the younger's bare shoulders for purchase, thighs clenching tight around his waist. "Fuck, that's it. That's it, Shade, keep goin'... please fuck me," he panted over and over. The pressure between his legs throbbed and leaked and it sure as hell didn't take Finn long to fall over the edge crying out Shade's name and only seeing stars.

[familiar-finn]

[shadedempsey]

"Yeah, I'm not going to take relationship advice from someone who barely picks their own outfits." He said looking over at Finn. "Who's the last person you chose to be with that didn't own you? When was that? But right, give me some relationship advice, cause you're doing real well, Stockholm. Don't be tryin to clock me when your house is fuckin collapsin."

[familiar-finn]

Finn's eyes narrowed into slits at Shade for that, his upper lip curling over his teeth. The Stockholm line hit a nerve that wasn't ready to heal yet. "Fuck you," he growled. His fists clenched at his sides as he fought the urge to sock Dempsey right in the jaw. He threw down the rag he had on his shoulder and stormed out from behind the bar and out of Cannabites. Best he took his ass home before he got himself in trouble.

[garethbradbury]

Gareth gestured for Finn to approach the bed once he'd locked the cock cage shut, making his slave stand between his legs. He tapped lightly against the cage, his hand sliding back after a moment until he could trail his fingers along Finn's entrance. "Hm." He pretended to consider, starting to slowly work one finger into his slave. "A few months, give or take. If you can keep yourself from bitching at me about it constantly, we can do something you enjoy once I let you out of it." He narrowed his eyes at Finn. "And don't say 'freedom' because we both know you're not getting it."

[familiar-finn]

Finn's breath hitched in his throat and his body instinctively stiffened at the teasing intrusion. It certainly kept him from bitching about being locked up in chastity for a few months. Gave him something else to focus on. He narrowed his eyes right back at Gareth who read his mind. "Fine," he half-growled, half-moaned. His eyes fluttered closed and he rocked his hips a little, gritting his teeth against the building frustration. "I'll think... of somethin'... else."

[garethbradbury]

Gareth hadn't even meant to get Finn going, but the aswang's smirk made it clear that he wasn't sorry. The master didn't try to get him any more worked up than that, however, driving quickly toward the restaurant. He didn't bother to answer the question right away, waiting to get to their destination first. It took them a matter of minutes to reach the place and Gareth got out, stretching his arms above his head with a little sigh. "It's neither of those and you're going to have to change into your regular clothing before we leave. So make sure you don't get that drunk or I'll have to reschedule the whole fucking thing."

[familiar-finn]

Finn stepped out of the car after Gareth and raised a brow at him. He couldn't remember the last time his master told him to change from his drag to normal clothes for something. That only made him all the more curious. "Alright, I'll behave," he relented.

He trotted a few steps to catch up to his master as they entered the restaurant. A quick exchange with the host and they were led to a table for two with menus. Finn slung his purse over the back of his chair and took a seat opposite of the aswang. He immediately picked up the drink menu and looked it over. "So where're you takin' me after? Can I get a hint?"

[garethbradbury]

That strangled cry and the feeling of Finn's body tightening around his cock had Gareth growling, the master thrusting a few more times before he came. He continued to fuck his slave through his orgasm, only loosening his hold once he could think more clearly, and moved to pull away from him. "Satisfied for now, sweetheart, or do you need a little bit more?"

[familiar-finn]

"I'm satisfied," Finn said in between labored breaths. The familiar practically melted into the bed all sprawled out on it. He looked up at Gareth with a crooked little grin. "Thanks for the assist, I'll find you when I need you again."

[officermorozov]

Ransom had been looking at his phone counting down the time going back and forth in his head if he should even stay. His mind was making too much noise. The alcohol wasn't even enough to keep it quiet. He was talking himself out of waiting when the small voice came at his side with the accompanying hand. It was cold enough to pull him from his head and make everything quiet. He met the mismatched eyes being led out of his seat and to the back rooms. Once the door closed the thunderous bass was nothing more than a soft rumble behind the walls.

Ransom pulled the hat covering his cock that was already reacting to the fit body he knew resided under the bulbous ornaments. His glamour dropped as he moved on the familiar able to use the most basics of his power when it wasn't murder or harm someone else. The talons snapped the structural holds of the outfit letting it fall around the familiars feet before he easily lifted the other and dropped him on the bed beneath him settling between his thighs.

"Glad you found your way back." He breathed along Finn's neck his teeth tracing along his pulse to his ear as his hips rocked into the smaller form beneath him. "I was getting lonely."

[familiar-finn]

Some of the ornaments of his outfit cracked upon hitting the hard floor. Damned fragile plastic. Shit was effectively ruined but that wasn't Finn's priority at the moment as he wrapped his arms and legs around Ransom's larger form, his attention all for the intoxicating black dragon atop him.

Those words sent a flurry of butterflies through his insides. Heat rose up from his neck underneath Ransom's lips and spread across his cheeks. Finn instinctively spread his legs a little wider, his eyes fluttered closed, and he groaned the other's name softly against Ransom's ear as he stretched around the younger slave. He'd never tire of that feeling, not with Ransom. Maybe that was the alcohol kicking in, making him crazier than usual. He held onto him fast with an arm looped around him, nails latching into his shoulder blade. "What took you so fuckin' long?" He didn't need an answer. He grasped the other slave with his other hand right underneath the jaw and guided their lips together in a searing, electric kiss Finn couldn't wait for any longer.

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[officermorozov]

He looked Finn over. "Sure." He said. It wasn't like Raph didn't know where he was every moment of his life and he felt no obligation to ask or tell the ghoul anything other than to go fuck himself. "Lead the way." He requested eager to get somewhere private. Getting real sick of being paraded around like some fucking show pony anyway.

[familiar-finn]

This time Finn nearly choked on his drink. "Really?" he coughed a few times to clear his throat. He hadn't expected it to be that easy nor had he really expected Ransom to agree. "Alright then." He took another swig of his drink and left the empty glass on the bar as he stood and led Ransom through the crowd to one of the private rooms in the club.

[garethbradbury]

"I'm not, actually. Pretty sure I've never joked with you when it comes to sex." Or, in this case, sex-adjacent things. The aswang patted his slave on the ass and moved to settle himself on the bed, eyeing the cock cage in Finn's hand. It had been too damn long since he'd made the familiar wear one and Gareth enjoyed controlling when and where his slave was allowed to cum. "I like how they look on you. Also really enjoy the level of control it gives me. I don't plan on leaving it on you for that long, really."

[familiar-finn]

Finn continued to glare after his master on the bed for a long moment and then huffed indignantly as he opened up his robe. He knew this was going to end in one way. He worked the cage onto himself and locked it shut. "How long?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest.

[officermorozov]

Ransom was enjoying the silence. Finn never just sat quiet, but he took the moment for what it was and had his own set of drinks keeping pace with the other drink for drink with his whiskey straight. Changing species didn't change his alcohol problem. He felt the other turn and look at him but kept his eye on the bar not sure what was coming, but it being Finn he was sure it wasn't going to be something he was going to be prepared for.

The question was posed and it wasn't at all what he was expecting. His brows descended as he took a long drink from his glass trying to understand what the fuck Finn meant by it. He finally looked over at the demon not sure where the fuck this was going. And there it was.

Ransom bowed his head and rubbed his eyes with his fingers and thumb. It was the wild shit Finn said out loud for reasons he never understood. "I don't know how to answer that."

[familiar-finn]

Finn let out an exasperated sigh. “Stress relief. Sex, Morozov. Yes or no?” He downed the last of his drink and waved for the bartender as he turned back to the bar just as black bled into the whites of his eyes. “Take your time, drink it over.”

[officermorozov]

"Gym." Ransom said. The bar was after. He would have gone straight to the bar, but he was pretty sure after the time spent with the ghoul he might actually try to kill someone even with the fucking stupid bullshit on him. Raph still able to frustrate him to almost near unfunctional. He barely registered what Finn was wearing. So used to him in some costume he didn't notice. Too busy locked in his own bullshit. He just needed to hit something repeatedly until it broke and the collar he had on made sure that wasn't Raph or his little fucking minions.

[familiar-finn]

Finn almost made the mistake of asking whether Ransom wanted company for that. He pressed his lips together, looking the black dragon over more closely and noting the tension in Ransom’s muscles, his jaw, the clipped tone. “Rough day?” he guessed. He didn’t expect an answer nor was he going to push for anything here and now. He knew better than to put himself in the volatile demon’s crosshairs when he was already pissed off enough. He also expected that Ransom wouldn’t be heading back to De Luca’s suite any time soon after the gym. “I’m makin’ my way to the bar upstairs. Should be there a couple hours. In case you’d like some help with your heat later,” he offered as he walked past the other slave in that direction. It was, like last time, a loose invitation with no deadline. Or it was a timeframe for Ransom to avoid the bar altogether.

[valehkin]

Vitaly hummed, settled for a moment as he pulled out of the other, moving to sit on the couch and giving Finn a rag to wipe off with. "Or rub self all over couch. Lucien may go bonkers. It will be fun to witness." He murmured as he ran a hand along Finn's chest and down to his length. "I will give you five minutes, you took like champ. Very good puppy."

[familiar-finn]

Finn snorted out a laugh that quickly turned into a whimper at that stupid triggering nickname. A fresh surge of arousal washed through him that was only exacerbated by his heat. “You better be ready in less than five for that, doggy, that was a dick move.” Of course, he did indeed use Lucien’s couch to clean himself off because it would be fun to hear how the fancy pants French councilman had an aneurysm over it.

[garethbradbury]

The words had him growling against Finn's skin as Gareth continued to fuck him, nothing gentle or patient in the way that he was thrusting into his slave, the bed creaking loudly underneath them. "Look at you, being so good for me, begging like such a perfect fucking slut. Should see about putting you in heat more often." He didn't give Finn any time to give him some bratty retort, pulling back and wrapping a hand around his slave's throat. Gareth squeezed, just enough that Finn would be able to breathe (though he'd have to work for it), and started to fuck him harder, the muscles in his stomach starting to clench as he felt himself rapidly getting close to his next orgasm. He muttered a curse and leaned over his slave a bit more, adjusting the angle so that he was hitting that little bundle of nerves.

[familiar-finn]

Whatever response Finn had to that died on his tongue in favor of a sharp breath. His eyes widened up at his master and he grasped at his wrist, sucking in air like his life depended on it because the little he could get naturally wasn’t enough. Course it was just the ticket for the masochistic familiar who whimpered and whined with every punishing thrust from Gareth that had him seeing stars. He gave a strangled cry when his orgasm hit, his eyes rolling back into his head as he gasped and writhed underneath his master.

[garethbradbury]

It was a pleasant surprise to not have Finn argue with him about handing over the money, though Gareth suspected he was just tired from work. The kind thing to do would have been to let his slave just sit and relax after his first day on the job, but the aswang wasn't interested in doing that. The older man's entire purpose, after all, was to do what Gareth wanted -- even if Finn often fought him on it. While the familiar was in the shower, the master moved into his bedroom and opened the side of his closet that held all the toys, taking out a smaller box. He'd just closed the door when his slave entered the room, but Gareth didn't reply right away, distracted by the sight of Finn in one of those robes he so liked on the older man. Gareth stepped closer, a hand at the back of Finn's neck to pull him into a deep, heated kiss that only lasted a minute before the aswang forced himself to pull back. "I want you..." He started, opening the box and pressing the cock cage into his slave's hand. "To be a good boy and put this on."

[familiar-finn]

Finn hummed into the kiss that he returned and rather enjoyed. Yep, he expected this to turn into something sex-related, though that thought was quickly proven wrong by the cock cage in his hand. He stared down at it for a beat and then glanced up at Gareth with a raised brow. “You’re fuckin’ kiddin’ me,” he scowled. “Why? What did I do to deserve this, I did what you asked and behaved all night on the job.”