#richdrew

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i think they shoudl kiss, shout out to the like 5 other richdrewers

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The scorpion and the frog

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I imagine he lends Art Dealer his coat as to not draw attention to themselves with his fancy clothes idk

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Richdrew doodle.. uragh...

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(Mild nsfw implications) oh and gore?

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Happy Richdrew Valentine’s!

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pay-what-you-want request AlvaDrew (ORH au based)

Rated: Explicit | Warnings: BSDM themed, post-breakup for Andrew, RichDrew mentioned, trans!alva

The collar is still warm and has the lingering scent of the older man's cologne, a not-too-strong scent, and it is from a body oil rather than an alcohol-based cologne— A very considerate action as it irritates his sensitive skin. Andrew has touched the metal piece, an average-sized metal ring, his cheeks flushed pink, as this is completely new to him. Sitting in Alva's very nice apartment, sitting in the small kitchenette with a mug of now room temperature tea in front of him on the small table.

Andrew would never say it, but Luca's shared apartment has a similar layout. Is that because of Ithaqua and Alva's past or Alva and Luca's?

Man… Luca said he was happy for him, but Andrew feels guilty— Heavily, as this isn't a traditional relationship. It is an agreement between two consenting adults to partake in… Andrew's hands fall to his lap as his cheeks burn brighter, and he hides his face in the baggy neck of his sweater. He looks up when the door to the bathroom opens, then closes, followed by footsteps. Alva appears out of the small hallway, he is drying his wet hair with a towel as he enters the living room/kitchenette.

“My apologies for taking so long,” The former professor’s voice is different without the mask he wears while dressed at community—House— Events. Andrew doesn't understand quite fully, but Ithaqua said not to worry about it unless he wants to be a part of it. “Wearing that costume often sweats me out.”

“N-no problem.” Fumbling over his words already, “I have a question, master— I mean, do I have to call you master?”

“You do not.” Alva took a seat across from Andrew, “My preferences are sir or Warden, however, the latter is more so for at the events if you attend them with me.” His hands folded on the table, “Given this is your first time participating in something like this, I shall tell you when to say ‘sir’.”

It is strange. They both signed a contract of consent— Which is something Alva finds beneficial— With boundaries clear and edits can be added when necessary.

“Would it be appropriate to say ‘thank you, sir'?”

“It would.” Alva's smile is one of approval as Andrew says those words again, “Now, follow me. Since it is agreed to use my place of living for our play, I will give you a small tour.”

Alva Lorenz was a former University professor of physics. Andrew never took his class, as his degree is in a completely different field. There were rumors about why Professor Lorenz was retiring, and Andrew knows it must have some connection to the science lab accident that cost Luca his eye (and other health issues from what N.S. told him) are not just a rumor.

Of course, neither of them brings it up. It made no sense to bring it up, given it was two or three years ago, and Andrew is only here for… Sex? That sounds like he has become addicted and is hiring a prostitute!

“You are stalking his feed again.” Alva takes the phone out of Andrew's hand. “This is self-torment.” Closing the social media application before screen locking the phone.

Andrew says nothing but turns his head to the side in shame.

Richard tossed him away, simply told him to move out with no reason. They weren't public, so there were no deleted photos or relationship tags, just completely disappearing like ghosts. They are both private individuals, so… It was like…

“I cannot heal your heart, but I can take your mind off the pain with a different pain.”

Andrew needs that. Alva takes him to the spare room that is the dungeon, simple and blue, and here his mind is distracted.

It helps.

There isn't always sex; some days, Andrew just needs discipline, control taken, his body lying bare on the bed with hot lotion-based candle wax dripping on his body.

“More.”

The candle is done. “You are fishing for punishment.” The lotion rubbed across the skin of his chest and the outer and inner thighs; it left a pleasant feeling. “How do you ask for pain, acolyte?”

“Please, hurt me, sir. I need it, sir.”

“That you do, however, are you deserving of it?” Because pain is what Andrew is after in the end, “Kneel in front of the bed.” And if he wants more, then he must earn it. Alva likes that about his submissive; this one enjoys sex, but his vice is pain, inflicted pain to deal with the internal pain of a broken heart.

Andrew drinks deep from Alva's cunt as he was taught, to feast until his Warden has evaluated the necessary sentence. His tongue always lacks words, or rather, the confidence to say something; words left unsaid and replaced by accepting defeat. Andrew keeps going, tears on his cheeks as his hair is pulled back, Alva sees the sorrow, and instead of weaponizing it to further break him…

“Lie down on your back.” 

Sometimes sex is necessary, a tool of release. Pain and pleasure are two things that are blended into an intoxicating cocktail, those pale red eyes looking up at Alva as the taller man rides him carefully. Slowly, Andrew's cock deep within Alva's cunt, he doesn't want that.

“Kreiss!” Taken by surprise by the sudden thrust upward roughly, forearms grabbed as frustration is clear on that often docile face with puppy eyes begging for attention.

“I'm sorry, Warden, please endure this for me. Please!” Remaining beneath his… Wish he were his… Crying. Tears are a part of healing, part of accepting the pain, and part of letting go.

“Keep going, ah, that's it. Make your punishment worth it.”

Trembling, as Warden will not let this slight go unaddressed, yet he knows Alva is proud of him for not just accepting everything. He has had his fair share of brats to tame, but not a pup who shakes at the idea of doing something for himself.

This is the first step.

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MTB Coaching | How to Manual a Mountain Bike with Rich Drew

The Manual can be one of the most useful skills to have. Yet it may be one of the hardest to learn. #mtb #manual #mtbcoaching #richdrew

Next up in our MTB Coaching series, Ride Series Mountain Bike Coach, and Racing professional Rich Drew shows us how to manual a mountain bike. For many riders, including us, the manual is one of the hardest skills to learn on a bike. However, the manual can be one of the most useful skills to have on the trail. Especially when you are using natural terrain of the trail to pump through rollers,…

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Sleeping Beauty

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I think he'd be a freak about it

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I edited it to make it tamer :) suffer

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This one took a few days out of me but ITS FINALLY DONE >:)