#w!g

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Happy to see me? Of course you are! Look at that wiggling tail! (@ask-richard-perkins)

Withoutadding anything, not reacting to the agent tease, Gavin just ran tohim, jumping to hug him tight.

Geez…he had missed this man so much. The detective ears were flattenedback and his tail was wagging.

Theagent Perkins, as an FBI agent, had had to leave Detroit for a while.

Thedetective Reed, as a professional man, had had to let him go. ButGavin’s heart had sped up, seeing the man moving away, in his car.

Eachtime the young man was seeing anyone he cared about gone… it was asif a part of him was drawing away too. A deep feeling of abandonment,it was ridiculous.

Thatwas one of the reasons Gavin managed to keep everyone out of hislife, as far as possible. It was a selfish choice, to live alone, butit was the only way to not feel this dreadful shiver along his spine.

But,that way to feel, made him sensing a huge relief each time someonewas returning to him.

Andthat’s why his tail was wiggling this way. That’s why he was sohappy to see Perkins came back, that’s why he hugged him so tight.

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[those-fucking-plastic-pricks]

Too late! *pops on a blue rhinestone collar* there, that wasn't so hard! *places a gentle kiss on his nose*

Theman froze, unable to react. A mix of anger, disgust and panic in hisface. He had gazed the android approach with the unnecessary shinningcollar. His fists were clenched, just as his fangs. He just let aslight grunt escape his mouth, coming from his the deepest of histhroat.

“I’mgoing to pull your head off your-” But he stopped, receiving thekiss with a big surprise, his eyes wide open, loosening a bit hisjaws and his fists. He looked at the android with big grey eyes,freed from anger and frustration, his ears had straightened up andhis tail was now swinging peacefully.

Well…it was maybe all he wanted after all, that someone showed himaffection… and petted him a bit.

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If you don't stop snapping we will have to neuter you!

“GeezPerkins, you asshole…! We both know I can’t handle this!” Evenif it was a secret, it wasn’t a confidential information anymorefor the agent. Since Perkins and Reed were that close, Gavinhad had to confess his particularity to Richard.

Theyounger had had quite surprised to see the feds so… comprehensive…and then, he started to regret his confession. Perkins began to teasehim about it, about his behaviour, adapting his puns and his teasingto the canine topic…

Anotherpoint to know, about Gavin Reed – due to his particularity–, was that, during the full moon period, he just couldn’t handlehis excitement and his agitation. He was more detestablydemonstrative of this energy, laughing louder, yelling moreaggressively, being more sensitive about anything… And also, hefelt an irrepressible desire, he was so so aroused – well, morethan usually.

Andtonight was a full moon night. And so, all his day was a successionof fit of anger, deep frustration and irresistible excitation. Thatwas why, this day, for all his breaks, he brought the agentsomewhere, anywhere, in any empty rooms, to hump the other’s leg,as the needy dog he was. Of course he was embarrassed, of course hewas ashamed. And those teasing… it was so unfair… especially asPerkins knew how Reed liked to be teased in those particular moments…

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[those-fucking-plastic-pricks]

I'll reblog some ask memes for the were!Gav event soon!

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(W!G) When Gavin snapped his wrist away and ran just to collapse before he could even reach the threshold, he looks as if he's in pain. "Are you okay, Reed?" Allen calls out with worries hinted in his voice, yet to spot the inhuman changes on the other's body.

“G-getout of here…!” Cried the detective, on his knees, his back toAllen. No… not now! He should just… pass the door… He needed tohide somewhere.

Butit was too late… he felt the heat in his body, his heart speedingup, his sight scrambling… His left hand was yet shaking, as ifsomething was moving under his skin, his nails slowly turning intoclaws. He felt his heels sliding in his shoes, trying to pull outthis leather prison while his feet slowly grew longer, clawsscratching the bottom of it.

“J-justplease…! Go-” But he couldn’t add anything, his jaws stuck,open, his drool spilling out his mouth; it was his teeth, growing,turning into fangs painful. He lowered his head when he started tofeel his ears and his face moving… Was Allen still there? Icouldn’t even look, nor hear anything. But, if the man was stillthere… he would now see a bump at the end of Reed’s back, amoving bump.

Soon,Gavin was laying on the floor, on his side, rolling into a ball,trying to restrain this irresistible and dreadful transformation,panting and moaning, twisting in the pain of his unnaturalmetamorphosis. But all his body was, still, widening, filing hisclothes, drawing it out, tearing his trousers apart, filling thehoodie…

Andit stopped. Everything stopped.

Hestopped moving, to moan, to pant. He was unmoving. His bodygruesomely deformed.

Slowly,he loosened his tensed muscles. His feet were now paws, too big forhis shoes. His hands were paws too. His face was long, his earspointy, his mouth full of fangs, his legs too long, his arms too, anda tail dragged to the ground. He carefully moved, standing up,frightened to turn, afraid to face the other gaze…

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Having fun with that tail, Detective? (@ask-richard-perkins)

“Fuckyou Perkins…” Casually answered Reed, his right ear quivering.

Itwasn’t a secret, that Gavin Reed was a werewolf.

Morethan a werewolf, this man had to live with wolf ears, wolf tail andwolf fangs – well, sometimes things just happened… But it was soeasy to tease the boy with this, especially since he was so sensitivein those parts: a touch on his tail, a caress on his ears, and thedetective could let a growl or a sort of squeaking escaping hismouth.

AndPerkins was aware of that. And Gavin was aware that Perkins wasaware… That’s why, each time the agent was around, he was tryingto always face him, never letting him approach in his back… Itwasn’t always an easy task, since the agent could be really reallydiscreet.

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