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GAVINS #1 FAN they/it Redacted and Castle audios enthusiast

[nanowatzophina]

I did it.

please forgive the… uh… rough dialogue. still not great at writing that. but I think the idea gets across—

also, I hc darlin’ as a lil touch averse so that’s why Sam asks first.

edit: I forgot to make her eyes glow on that last page. oof. here u go

[nanowatzophina]

@chimckenns - I think a cuddle for David would heal a lot of things in me rn.

[callumdeficiency]

Can we start talking about our redacted ocs like kids talking about their parents/older siblings?

Cause i bet my Darlin' could beat up your Darlin'

[ruubric]

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.

[sakiesstarr]

i didn’t feel like drawing so take a edit

i’m personally not on the guy and angel sibling train but they’re cute

[elvishdemigod]

Minors DNI, this headcanon is spicy(but also still sweet)

Lovely gets giggly after sex. They can't help it.

They could be absolutely ravaged, dripping in sweat, multiple rounds, brought to climax many times, furniture broken, their body nearly limp, from dusk til dawn. Doesn't matter. By the end of it, they become so giggly. The euphoria and afterglow kicks through their system and they fall into fits of giggles.

And despite the experiences he had before they had waltzed into his life, Vincent had never been with someone who had such an afterwards reaction. He's seen, joy, exhaustion, boredom, indifference. But never absolute laughter. And he absolutely loves it. So much so that he finds their giggle fits contagious, leading to the both being giggly messes.

Even if they're both spent, naked and cuddled up with the chill air cooling the sweat along their skin, they're both still laughing. About nothing and everything all at once. Even kisses can't stop the reactions blooming from both of their chests.

[sakiesstarr]

ANGELLLL..and david i guess

[indigostarrs]

Are you my home darlin……

yes you are darlin. YEHAWW

[fleetwoodmacas]

Darlin playing rdr with Sam and trying to convince him to go as Arthur Morgan for Halloween

[rottenrhee]

Gabe Shaw was a crybaby when it came to his baby son

Gabe cried at almost every little thing David accomplished. His birth, his first steps, first word, kindergarten, elementary school graduation, middle school graduation, high school graduation, David getting his license, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg. But he kept it in private. He didn’t want to embarrass an already-awkward teenage David, so he would save it for when he was in his bedroom.

The very few instances where he cried for reasons that did not relate to David were; the passing of his mate, the passing of david bowie, and the passing of glenn rhee

[indigostarrs]

anton kneeling down to david and calling him a big strong daddy dom alpha absolutely fried me. please get off the floor, this is embarrassing 💔🥀👎

[dj-subwoofer]

I stumbled upon a post you made many many mos ago, so I'm just here to rant ig. ✌️

I personally am not comfortable interacting with some lgbt+++ users on the platform because some are a bit too much. Like, I really dont mind how you present yourself into the world but dont cage me in your box, or dictate how I should perceive the world.

I literally get comments that oh character A is literally gay, why is your listener a woman? Why are you kisteners only women? Because I'm a woman, a straight woman, and I don't know or feel that character ABCDEFG is gay!

I respect and dont mind the queer characters. To each their own. But dont come at me, simply because Im straight like what?

omg just stfu 😭😭😭 literally nobody gaf that ur uncomfortable about people being happy and in love with same gender or whatever like what

nobody cares that ur straight it's that ur in a GAY fandom avoiding GAYS

[porters-treasure]

ain't no way there's actual homophobic people listening to redacted audio

[h3lektra]

"It's a cow farm.. YOU'RE GONNA FIND COWS OUTSIDE" 💀💀💀

[porters-treasure]

IM SCREAMINGNGNNGNG

[gh0stman]

Y’ALL WHATTT

does she know she’s in enemy territory…

[dollyshalo]

The fact that nobody even asked, like if you don’t like queer ppl just leave the door is there!!! Who’s molly bc SHES NOT W US!!

[indigostarrs]

mind you, erik is a QUEER man with canonically QUEER characters

[gh0stman]

guy and honey pre-dating (๑⃙⃘´༥`๑⃙⃘)

request for @atlanara !!! ☆

[indigostarrs]

MEOWW

[dollyshalo]

Angel character sheet I made for artfight !! >:3 I actually love their outfit sm HWHEHW

Is anyone else doing artfight who haven’t followed ? :00

Tags : @indigostarrs @noemi-iv

[sammy-bryant]

shawn hatosy spotted behind the scenes of the pitt s3. 🎥: brynnlaurenn on tiktok.

[cudavianka]

redacted crackship anyone? no?

not even SamxDavid?

NSFW content below the cut mdni thing got heated very quickly

(I maybe regret a little please don't stone me for that :)))

"Oh, f-fuck." The stutter that left his lips as his hips were lifted and slammed back down only made the other man chuckle, free hand brushing back the hair, sweat causing them to stick to his forehead.

"There's that foul mouth." Another thrust caught him off guard, the attention already dwindling, barely focusing on anything but the fiery burn between his legs, chaffing thighs already sore, muscles clenching from waist down below.

"Shhh, cowboy, you're doing so well for me…"

Was he?

It started earlier in the day. His car, the truck loved beyond its usefulness, broke down with one last stutter of the engine, spurt of the black smoke leaving his exhaust, and that was it. No amount of turning the key in the ignition changed the outcome. The car was dead.

Sam was good at things. He liked to believe himself as a handyman, teenage years teaching him the hard and honest work that was supposed to straighten his ways and make him a reliable man of the household. Leaking sink? He was on his knees, a wrench in his hand. Broken or loose lock? Screwdriver and few minutes of tinkering and everything was fine. Building a shed from scratch? No sweat.

But knowing anything about the monstrosity under the hood of his car? That, was beyond his mind, nothing left to do but to call a mechanic and tow the machine into his garage. Or maybe to a dump, judging by how old it was.

Said mechanic didn't pick up. When he finally did, after getting bombarded by the impatient and frustrated man, he told him to call in the next week instead, his schedule full. And between ending the call and spewing a string of profane curses out in his porch, a familiar tone over the fence called his name.

"Need a hand?" more than one probably, but he would take the two biceps over his self-pity and wallowing.

But his pride wouldn't let him ask so openly about it.

David was less worried about the pride or offended ego, already opening the gate to his house. Living in the neighbourhood was a useful thing, he had to admit.

"Is there even a point? I think it reached its final moment." he mumbled, arms crossed on his chest when the man took a peek.

He said something, and Sam no longer could pretend he understood or knew what was happening, knowledge lost on him. Black magic, but David seemed more than well versed in the cylinders and whatever else was there.

"I've fixed worse. You have a toolbox or should I go get mine?"

Of course he had one. He was a man of the house.

The sweltering heat was unbearable as he watched him work from the shadow spot near his driveway, gravel crunching underneath David's shoes as he hummed to himself, muscles straining the rolled up sleeves, some grease staining the skin in dark splotches. It's been some time already, and even if he was stubborn enough to fix everything, Sam felt bad.

"You thirsty?"

"Don't trouble yourself. I'm almost finished."

And what did it change? He hated being idle while someone else was working.

Glass of lemonade. Chilled, straight from the fridge given to him with a mumbled and almost shy "here" and David drank it greedily, some of the juice dripping down his chin and onto the shirt, same hand that was just deep in the engine now wiping his mouth, lips pursing and glistening with the drink. Sam took the glass back, his own palm pressing right over when he held it, his own mouth growing dry at the sight, desperate for a drink too.

When he finished, he wiped his arms against his jeans, pleased smile on his face, work done, and car working.

When he turned the key and the old engine roared to life, Sam was inclined to thank him way more than profusely.

That's how they ended up on the ratty couch in the back of his garage. David refused every form of payment Sam offered, saying it was just a neighbourly favour. Sam refused to let him go empty-handed, everything that was forcefully put into his mind as he grew up reeling at the possibility of not returning the gratitude in any way. He was taught better, and he was set on following the order he knew.

Now, David had his hands full of his ass, fingers digging into the flesh, guiding the steady motion into a staccato against his lap, body half sitting as the old springs creaked under their shared weight.

"Taking me so well, who could have thought." The teasing never ended, be it words, fleeting touches that lingered close but not close enough to the heat that emanated from between his thighs, chest heaving as his breath hitched, another depth reached. David only chuckled.

"Maybe we should help each other more often. Southern hospitality starts to grow on me."

Sam only panted, mouth shut close to muffle the obscenities that would surely spew, any smart comments lost on him some time ago, between kisses tinged with saliva, bitterness of the lemon and teeth clashing against each other. Messy, rushed and beyond desperate to get off the heat of outside and into a different, even hotter one.

"Come on, cowboy, let me hear you a little."

The pornographic moan that left his vocal cords would put anybody to shame. His hands moved on their own, placed against David's chest, shirt still on, only few buttons undone to reveal the skin and hair underneath. His nails scraped, not enough to leave a mark, the broad chest more than perfect to scar it.

"Mhm, that's it. That's it." he sped up the pace, just a little, just to catch the man on top of him off guard, body slumping forward, forehead almost hitting the backrest of the sofa, of it wasn't for David's shoulders.

He was big. Muscly big, working out and well eating big, the bulk suiting him like lemonade suits a hot day and Sam has never felt more thirsty in his life, saliva dripping from his mouth as he lapped on the exposed skin, messy and sloppy kisses tracing anything that could have been touched by him, gold of the necklace around David's neck getting in the way, making him whine weakly, mind completely and utterly gone. Empty.

Quiet. Beside the repeated mantra of David, please and too much despite being not enough at the same time.

Strong enough, he picked him up so effortlessly that Sam melted into the touch again, only to ease him down again, burn of the stretch going straight to his shaking legs, muscles cramping. But he still kept going, chasing the high that came from David's endless praise and reassurances that he was doing so good.

"Can feel you getting closer, cowboy. Is the ride too much?"

"Please."

"What do you need, sugar?" the fucker said it on purpose, Sam knew. His mind knew, but it was drowning in the pleasure that began to overflow, every inch and thread of his body on David's mercy.

"P-please…p-lease l-let me…" he mumbled, every syllable punched out of him, slap of skin against skin making him slowly see stars right in front of his eyes instead high in the sky. He doubted he would even have the strength to look up at this point.

"Of course, cowboy. Show me."

And show he did, untouched cock spurting in uneven twitches, every single one making him whine and moan as David's hand began to gently stroke the tip, fingers turning sticky with the amount that shot out of him, still not stopping.

Overstimulation and one hazy "too much" later, his hands, the same ones who kept making him bounce on him, gently pulled him down, head cradled against the slightly calloused palm, still softer than silk or the cotton of Sam's flannel, hastily taken off and laying somewhere on the ground, torso only in the white undershirt, tank top embracing his own muscly physique.

He was thicker than David, flesh softer around the edges, cosy layer of pudge on his lower stomach not discouraging the other man who easily manhandled him onto his lap, jeans pulled down in one swift move. If he wasn't floating so high in the clouds, he would wish to be thrown over his shoulder, carried back to the back seat of his truck and be fucked again, until his mouth only could speak his name and brain only focused on the outline that bullied his prostrate with every single hit.

"Shh, I have you." he did, he felt it, with how his arms embraced him gently despite his rough demeanour.

"A real cowboy, huh?" between the strokes against his face and whispers of comfort, David took a look around the garage, his eyes stopping at the hat sticking out of a carton box of things unused, a very characteristic shape making him smirk, devilish plan already forming in his Sam-focused mind.

The man curled up on his chest, breathing shakily and grabbing at him for purchase, eyes closed as he simply nuzzled into the soft of his chest, hummed in agreement, the teasing tone escaping him fully.

"Next time, you're wearing it."

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happy pride

[vampyr1um]

hehhehheh

[chimckenns]

I only see Guy as ginger. I can’t see him with any other hair colour. Maybe curly hair too

Please say this isn’t just me