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@thebrandonclark
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Brandon had an affinity for traveling—the regular kind. As an angel with the ability to teleport, going on planes or driving cars made little to no sense, but he liked to indulge. On this business trip to New York, he took a first class flight and enjoyed the amenities the airline had to offer. He could have gotten a private jet, but he hadn’t tried first class in a while. They’ve certainly made big improvements since the last time he tried it.
He liked to keep himself in the background of business dealings. People usually raised questions when they realize that he looked the same 50 years ago, so making himself scarce was something he tried to do. But some thing can’t be avoided, so he had to attend some boardroom meetings and sign some papers.
But when he realized that an old... plaything that he hadn’t seen in a while was here in the city, his deviousness was amped to the max. He smiled to himself. Imagine if he came back home to Coco and his souvenir for her was her old little submissive who called her “goddess”—and rightfully so.
As he opened the door and the bell chimed, he enjoyed the sight of the many colorful flowers all around. He walked around slowly before he finally found who he was looking for.
“Hello, pup,” he greeted with a smirk.
❝ just let me look at you for a little bit. ❞ From: @thebrandonclark To: Penny Using It’s all about the YEARNING - sentence starters
Penny giggles as she stands before the very sinful angel, wearing the cute little dress he bought her. She was so proud of herself - she hadn’t yet done anything violet to stain the outfit a pretty shade of red. Truly, it was a shame but he did always tell her to play nice with others. And for once she was trying to be good. “Isn’t there - something else…” As she speaks, hands tease at the hem of that very dress, teasingly exposing supple thighs. “You’d rather be doing?”
That signature smirk—that smirk his wife, their girls, and Penny were familiar with—crept across the angel’s face as he watched her show herself off. “I’m surprised it isn’t blood-stained yet,” he remarked as if he read her mind (he could, but he didn’t). “I’m sure you’ll fix that soon.”
He chuckled. The petite cute little blonde was such a tease, though Brandon had witnessed firsthand just how easily she could rip someone apart. It was fun to watch the usual misogynistic asshole come after her thinking she was helpless. Afterwards, they were lying in a mix of their own blood and shit while Penny giggled.
“Little higher,” he instructed cheekily before heaving a sigh. “If you mean would I rather be ruining you while you’re bent over the desk then yes, but—” he pointed to his desktop, “—these meetings are sucking the life out of me when you could be doing the sucking instead.”
recalciitrantx:
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Theo spent a lot of her time in the hospital. It was a bit of a punishment and a reward – she loved nursing. It was one of the few pleasures that she got out of her life – first being used by her parents to kill and hunt, then her life here. Though things were admittedly better within the Clark-De Leon home. That didn’t stop her from rolling her eyes when she walked in and saw Brandon.
“This is what I get for taking a chart without reading the name.” She was teasing, partially. The ex-huntress wore sky blue scrubs that fit her body well, and she had the cord of her stethoscope hanging around her shoulders.
“Someone called in, so I volunteered. I’ll get tonight and tomorrow night off for it,” she answered before taking a look over his chart. “–legally, I don’t know if I can be your nurse. Could be a conflict of interest.” Theo smiled. “So what’s going on with you?” There was indeed a little concern in her voice. Even if the girl was a master at her poker face.
Brandon chuckled at Theo’s reaction and words. The resident brat of the new Clark-de Leon household - that’s who Theo was. Despite what others might think in the way she addressed Brandon, both the angel and the former huntress knew that the brattiness was something he enjoyed and something she loved giving, only because it resulted in rough, filthy fucking. Hell, with Coco now living in the same roof, the roughness and filthiness just multiplied tenfold.
He already felt himself harden at the sight of her scrubs. He was an angel but he had already adopted the desires of the common man here on Earth, and he wasn’t ashamed to say fucking a nurse in her uniform - even if it was an actual scrub and not those sexy fake ones - was something he would enjoy immensely.
“Good to see you too,” he said with a smile. “Good to know. You deserve a break.” And a throatfucking. If Theo thought those tonight and tomorrow would allow her to rest, she’d be wrong. He heaved a sigh. “You know, the blue moon that happened months back. Coco just wants to make sure there were no long-lasting effects, that’s all.” He shrugged. “That being said, perhaps you are the best person to be my nurse. After all, you know me very well.” He didn’t mean it to be a double entendre though after he said it, he couldn’t help but smirk at the her.
blccdhcrnsx:
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Ji-ji was trying on a new outfit that Coco had gotten for her. A white, off-the-shoulder lingerie piece – a dress that was sheer and beautiful. The silhouette of her near bare body underneath was present as she looked at herself in the mirror. Though when Brandon entered, everyone went quiet.
“Me?” Her brows raised, and a look of surprise crossed to her face. She gave a look to one of the other dancers before grabbing a coat – one that may be little to most people, but covered her well enough for the cool weather. Ji-ji walked with him, already crossing her arms over her chest and pouting a bit.
“That depeeeeends. Am I in trouble for something?” She questioned in a bit of a playful tone, but that died down when they came out to his car. Why were they going on a drive? She gave a nod of her head before getting into the passenger’s seat. She was a little worried now.
The side of the angel’s lips curled just a little bit. “That depends,” he replied, returning the little dragon’s sentiment. “Customer complaints are usually dumb. It’s the usual horny guys whining that they’re too limited in their interaction with the talents. Sometimes, it’s something as stupid as complaining that the drinks aren’t strong enough.” He chuckled. “Maybe if they hadn’t inhaled a kilo of coke before coming to the club, they’d actually feel the alcohol.”
He drove and cast a sideway glance at Ji-ji. “But in your case, well,” he began, “I have to say it was a legitimate complaint so we have to fix it - right now.”
He pulled up beside a shop and beckoned to it. “Your outfits aren’t too varied and regulars have complained they’ve seen you wear the same thing too many times, so we’re buying you some new lingerie.” He gave a smile. “And I know Coco has actually beat me to it, but we’re going to... expand the collection a bit more.”
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So many things had changed and they’d changed quickly. The two of them eloped, with very few in attendance. The cambion with a hidden heart, and the angel who took pride in his fucking – married. They were hell mixed together, and it was quite heavenly. As was their crusade of corruption – their shared fun. And boy, did they share.
She was downstairs, doing some work on the laptop when she heard him calling. “In the kitchen, Papi!” She called back.
A smile lifted to her face when he came into view. “Of course. Can’t find them?” There was a bit of tease in her tone. She made him wait for a good long moment before she playfully rolled her eyes. “Oh, alright.” The cambion vanished.
Colombia returned a moment later, standing in front of him with his tie, and his cufflinks that she’d dropped a mini fortune on. “Remind me again how you managed to get around without me?” She kissed her husband’s lips as she moved the tie around the back of his neck, beneath his collar and began to tie it.
This wasn’t the way either of them had imagined their life would be. Marriage was never on the books for both of them and definitely not for Brandon. Yet now that they were here, married and enjoying every bit of it, Brandon couldn’t even imagine living a life without Colombia de Leon by his side.
Brandon played along and feigned an irritated expression with a raised eyebrow. “Well, obviously,” he returned, though he knew she was just being coy. Once she had returned, Brandon took a step forward and craned his neck up so that his wife could fix the tie. He savored the kiss, and as he did, wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
“I have no idea,” he replied with a smile. “Are you going to come in today or will you be working from here?” He raised an eyebrow. “Or are you going to be busy training our girls?”
teddywyatt:
Teddy had been a little nervous when the woman who had rented him had pushed him out her door when she was done. Sure, he thought he could find his way back to L’Enfer on his own, but it was a long walk through town and he’d yet to wander around on his own. His nerves were proven right when a group of men set upon him.
Not the first time he’d been jumped, Teddy curled into a ball, trying to protect his head and internal organs when it became clear he wasn’t going to be able to fight them. The beating went on for over a minute before a loud, authoritative voice scared them off.
Blinking up at the big man who’d save him, Teddy swallowed. “Thank you, Sir. I was just walking back to L’Enfer after she finished with me. I promise, I didn’ do anything to make them hit me.”
“I didn’t think you did,” Brandon said to the young man as he helped him up. The angel looked towards the fleeing attackers, making sure they weren’t getting any ideas to come back after the boy. “The guards usually pick up chattel when the rental is done. Did your mistress just throw you out?” Brandon went into Council mode all of a sudden. Chance wasn’t going to like hearing chattel just being discarded and being hurt. “
What’s your name?” Brandon asked. “You sure you’re okay?” He heaved a sigh, the ghost wisp of his breath emanating from his mouth. “Well, it’s fucking cold out here. I know L’Enfer isn’t exactly a place you look forward to going back to but at least it’s warm.” The angel made his way to his car. “Get in.”
jothayne:
In a bit of a mood, Jo made her way up to Brandon’s office, still clad in the pink lingerie she had been performing in. She heaved a sigh as he asked, “Well, he wouldn’t have seen those particular skills if he hadn’t surprised me, tryin to stick a finger someplace that was not agreed upon in the lapdance rules.”
In all honesty, she was fine with fucking the customers, so long as it was something she was expecting. “I didn’t zap him or anything, just…” She trailed off and held up her hands, making them glow without any other effect, before letting them fade to normal.
“Oh the son of a bitch deserved it, I’m with you on that,” Brandon said as he got up from behind the desk to pour the blonde a whiskey. “However, you have to admit that if you were with a client that didn’t deserve it then that would be bad.” He poured himself a glass as well as he went back to his desk and sat on the edge. He handed the glass to Jo before taking a sip himself.
“God forbid you’re jacking someone off in the back room and you cause their dick to explode,” Brandon said as he sighed. “Granted, it would be a sight to see but bad for business.” His tone was playful for a moment before he looked down at Jo with a serious expression yet a thoughtful cadence in his voice.
“You need to learn to control your powers and that’s going to take some time. I’m not firing you.” He sensed the blonde would be assuming this and got it out of the way. “What I’m thinking is this: performances and dances but no individual lapdances or clients in the Backroom until such time you can tell me you’re confident you have a rein on your...” He gestured to her hands, “... hand-light... thing.”
Outtakes from Men's Health December 2019 (via @ganimluz on IG and @hcavillnation on twitter)
“What the fuck?”
Brandon searched the drawers and cabinets in the walk-in closet before heading out to the bedroom and doing the same with the drawers there. He muttered under his breath before heading out of the room and looking around.
“Bebita?”he called as he made his way downstairs. “Coco, where are you?” He gave an annoyed sigh. “Fucking hell...”
When he finally found her, wherever she was, a look of relief washed over him. “Oh thank God. Bebita,” he said, “I need help.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “Have you seen my red tie? And those cufflinks you gave me on my birthday? I’ve got a meeting later and I need to wear them.”
@priiismsx
Brandon poked his head through the door of the girl’s dressing room and his eyes immediately went to Ji-ji. He gestured with his finger for her to follow him and didn’t say a word.
“We’ve got a problem, Ji-ji,” Brandon said as he walked. “Some comments have reached me and I need to fix this quickly.” Usually, he would go up to his office, but this time he walked across the length of the floor to the main entrance. “We’re taking a ride. I’ve informed the others you won’t be able to rehearse.” He turned to the petite Asian. “I hope I’m not keeping you from anything.” He didn’t really mean it. He knew he would get his way.
@blccdhcrnsx
Brandon drove his car down the streets of Wayward Rose lost in his thoughts. His eyes were on the road but his head was somewhere else. His brows were furrowed as he was deep in thought, but despite what it looked like, it wasn’t exactly anything serious.
“I should have written down what we needed,” he muttered to himself in annoyance, giving himself a mental kick to the shin as he parked outside the grocery store. He got out of his car and was making a beeline for the entrance when in the corner of his eye, he saw some sort of commotion. When he heard screams, he went over and saw a young man crumpled on the ground as a bunch of other people were in a circle beating him up.
“Get off!” the angel shouted as he pulled off one of the attackers. They were about to turn on Brandon when they got the sense that he was an Elite. “Try me,” Brandon said. The attackers chose wisely and made a run for it.
Brandon knelt down and helped the young man up. “Are you alright? You’re chattel, aren’t you? Are you lost or, or is the person who rented you out just messing with you?”
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