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its a kinky ageplay genderbending story.
Everything went wrong when Gabriel DeLeon agreed to chaperone a bunch of his students on a field trip to DC. Instead he got drunk and lost his luggage, his phone and his clothes. His sister agreed to "help" by dressing him up like a girl, and when Principle Banks, his new boss, doesn't recognize him, he finds himself getting enrolled at the very school he teaches at. How could this weekend get any worse?
the book is $10. It's roughly 90k words long.
Yes there are pictures. ;P
Revenge... Ch 20 excerpt
“You want to suffer?” Trouble left the wool blanket burritoed and belted around Paris’ legs, listening to the dull thuds his body made smacking into each step as he maintained his grip of Paris’ hair. “Does this feel as horrible as you hoped for?” Trouble sneered, releasing Paris and letting the back of his head smack down on the main deck.
Paris groaned weakly, his eyes rolling in his head as he tried to catch his breath between cries of pain.
“No more splint for you.” Trouble yanked the bandage loose and watched Paris turn white as it unraveled, wobbling the broken halves of his forearm out of sync until it drifted free. Paris’ mouth was open in a silent scream, but the first choked sob didn’t come out until after the bandage was billowing across the deck in the breeze. “That’s it, scream for me, cowboy.” Trouble gave Paris a kick in the side to flip him onto his stomach.
“S-s-ssstop,” Paris bawled, too dizzy and wracked by hurts to even attempt crawling away.
“Why would a monster want to do that, huh?” Trouble’s teeth were pointed in his grin. He glanced off toward shore and felt a thrill seeing two sailors returning in the small speedboat with Valentín and a hooded, restrained figure he could only assume was Becker.
“I c-can’t--”
“Sorry, what was that?” Trouble planted his foot on Paris’ lower back and leaned weight onto him. “You can’t what?”
“Don’t!”
“Aww. Is it too hawd to bweathe wifout your oxygen mask, widdle man?”
Paris wheezed and scrambled with his good hand to find something to grab onto, anything to drag himself away from his tormentor.
If you'd like to see the art I would pair with this chapter, the talented creator of Paris and Valentín has it posted here: https://www.tumblr.com/elgrajaz/688783382591815680/lord-huron-love-like-ghosts-there-aint-a
Last chapter of Revenge and Recompense is up!!!!! Huge shout out to @elgrajaz for letting me borrow Paris and Valentín for this mean story! You should check out all of his art, it's amazing, full of lovely boys in distress and bondage.
Chapter 21: Stay Excerpt:
“I thought you w-were dead.”
“I’m not.” Feeling Paris shake with a sob, Valentín hugged him even closer to his chest. “I’m here. He gave me the key to the handcuffs before he pushed me over.”
“I d-d-didn’t know,” Paris whimpered, turning his face into Valentín’s neck.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, wishing they were alone and back on the farm. “I would’ve given anything to tell you that I was okay.”
“I-I wanted to die, too.”
“Paris...” What terrible things had happened in the few hours he was away getting Becker? The way the other man trembled in his hold made Valentín want to empty the rest of the bullets into Trouble’s chest. “It’s okay. We’ll both be okay.”
“I w-want to g-go home.”
“I know.” Valentín glanced up, but they were only halfway between the ship and the shore. “We will soon, after the hospital.”
“Can you call my m-mom?”
“Yes.” In that moment, he was terrified of what else Paris would ask for; Valentín wasn’t sure he’d have the strength to deny him anything. “On the ride there, I’ll call her. You can talk to her.”
“‘M so tired.”
“I need you to stay awake, Paris.” Valentín tried to keep his voice steady, but there was no way to hide the urgency he felt. The last time he’d been left alone with him, Paris had been turning blue and coughing up foam.
Shoutout to @elgrajaz for this drawing of my perfect baby angel cryptid boi, Trouble. The next story picks up after the last panel. What's a friendless, gut-shot killer to do?
Excerpt:
“Huh.” Trouble drew in a deep breath and held it. He let it out slowly and bit his lower lip, fighting not to smile. “I wish I could see what you look like.” Trouble rubbed his temple against his arm, trying to shift the blindfold. “Can’t you take this off me?”
“No.” The reply was casual rather than cold, with a hint of eagerness.
“Why? You smell like trees, earth, sweat, and bodies. I bet you look good enough to eat.” Trouble kept squirming, more excited to see his captor than ever. He gasped when a hand gripped his throat and gave a strong, brief squeeze.
“Tell me what I said.” It was halfway between a purr and a growl.
“Hnn--” Trouble shivered and obeyed, a whine caught in the back of his throat. “You said, ‘no.’”
“So you can be a good research subject when you want to.”
“Yeah, but that’s not what you want.”
“This is serious.” A thumb traced down Trouble’s jugular. “If you don’t cooperate on your own, I’ll make you.”
A drawing by @elgrajaz of my oc Trouble and his oc t-shirt guy. Two weirdos together in a basement, and one of them is already chained up and wearing a blindfold. What could possibly go wrong?
Ch 2 of Overcome excerpt:
Trouble wanted to squirm. Usually he only felt this eager for a chase. Was that how this would end? The back of his head tingled where fingers grazed over the blindfold knot.
“Gah!” It pressed painfully tight over Trouble’s eyes as his captor gripped and twisted. Then came a steady pressure that forced his head down and down, almost bringing nose to sternum. The pain that shot through his shoulders and neck smelled like ozone.
“Promise to be good.”
“You’re hurting me,” Trouble whined, taking shallow pants of air. The wrenching in his gut made him squirm against the wrist cuffs. “You don’t want to hurt me.”
“I don’t, so promise to do what I tell you.”
“I promise!” Tears built in Trouble’s eyes as his captor drew out the moment, trapping him in the crippling posture with an inhuman strength. Panic began to pool in the back of his mind, lapping at his pride, eroding it. “Please stop?”
The suffocating press eased and Trouble gasped in relief, hurt and fear receding as quickly as they’d risen. His nose scrunched as the blindfold was tugged down to settle around his neck. He blinked to clear his vision, then gasped again; his captor was crouched so close they were almost nose-to-nose.
“If you do what I want, you’ll have nothin’ to fear.”
“Don’t treat me like I’m one of them.” Trouble bared his teeth and held his captor’s gaze. His eyes looked black, but the room was dim enough that Trouble couldn’t be sure. How his pupils were pinpricks without more light made Trouble’s breath catch for a moment. “I’m not. Okay?”
“You seem human enough. You bleed.” The touch on Trouble’s cheek was gentle. A fingertip caressed along the wet lashes under one eye. “You feel breakable.”
“Of course I do.” Trouble brushed his cheek against his captor’s palm, a corner of his mouth turning up. “They wouldn’t follow me home if they knew what I really was.”
A sketch of my oc Trouble by @elgrajaz He's a bit of a brat. I can't see how that would ever backfire for him, can you? Ch 3 of Overcome is up on ao3!
Excerpt:
“I need time to think.”
“No, wait,” his eyes were pleading as his captor retrieved the gag. “I’ll be quiet and stay still, I swear!”
“Open up.”
“I think we both know I can bite through that cloth if I want to.” Trouble’s eyes gleamed in the lantern light as he frowned defiantly. “Maybe I’ll even bite you.”
“I hoped you’d be good.”
“I still could be, if you’d only meet me halfway, big boy.”
“I have to do this.” The small glass bottle was almost invisible in the stranger’s large hands as he carefully unscrewed the cap.
A sketch of my oc Trouble by @elgrajaz Lookit this innocent lil cryptid angel baby. He could never, would never, ever be the tiniest bit naughty. Love bites are affection, not violence. Plz do not muzzle or chain up. Ch 4 of Overcome is up on Ao3.
Excerpt:
“I’m going to ask you some questions. You can nod or shake your head to answer.”
Trouble held his captor’s gaze as he nuzzled the man’s fingers, then rubbed his cheek against his shoulder. The leather of the gag strap whispered against the cotton of Trouble’s shirt, but didn’t give.
“No. The gag stays in. You don’t need to talk to tell me if your answer is yes or no.”
Trouble whined softly and repeated the fruitless gesture to shift the gag. His ears drooped as stared up at the other man, cheek shy of touching his fingers again.
“Are you doin’ this on purpose?” He was gentle as he stroked Trouble’s jaw. “I asked you to be good, not sweet.”
Trouble whimpered and leaned into his touch, exposing more of his neck for caresses. He closed his eyes as they filled with tears. When he opened them, he breathed in sharply around the gag; his captor was so close he could taste the scent of his breath. Trouble’s exhale shuddered as he touched their noses together. His whine went high-pitched and warbly as lips brushed against his own. He jerked involuntarily against the straps, returning as much as he could.
“Hold...still...”
Another piece by @elgrajaz of his creepy oc, seen here with a captive other than my oc Trouble. Clearly creepy guy has excellent taste, right? I can't think of a single person or cryptid who would resent being taped up in his basement...
The next chapter of Overcome, co-starring creepy guy, is up on Ao3. Here's an excerpt:
Trouble limped faster and tried two more doors. The second one opened and he practically fell inside. He held his breath as he tried to close it soundlessly, then felt around in the dark for a way to lock it. Nothing. Fuck. Trouble clutched the bag tighter as he backed away from the door. He gasped as a furious yell echoed down the hallway. The sound of a door slamming made him jump and back up another step, right into something low and hard against his calves.
“Where are you?!”
His heart picked up speed at the way the words were almost howled.
“You’ll never outrun me.”
The voice sounded closer with every word. Trouble gulped and dug his hand into the bag while he hurried around whatever he’d banged into, only to knock into something else with his hip, right near his wound. For a few precious seconds he saw white stars flash before his eyes. The light grew brighter after that as the door banged open.
“You.” The venom in the stranger’s voice sent shivers crawling up the back of Trouble’s neck. “I knew I should’ve used chains.”
A picture by @elgrajaz of his oc creepy guy being cautiously comforted by my oc Trouble. Chapter 6 of Overcome is up on Ao3.
Excerpt:
“YOU UNGRATEF--”
“Careful,” Trouble interrupted, meeting the stranger’s gaze. He rested his claws against the captive’s throat. “I wouldn’t want my hand to slip.”
“Mm, mmph...”
“S-stop!”
“Someone could get hurt,” Trouble added, struggling to control his breathing. He tilted his head, resting his temple against the young man’s cheek. “I can’t believe I didn’t smell him on you. He’s very sweet.” He smirked as his captor’s eyes bulged. He made a show of burying his nose in blue hair and inhaling deeply.
“Let go of him.”
“I told you I could find my own meal.”
“He’s not for you.”
“Oh?” Trouble raised an eyebrow. “You’ve returned so quickly and I don’t see anyone else with you. Did you even mean what you said about taking care of me?” he demanded, pressing in with his fingertips so the captive’s skin dimpled around his claws.
Art by @elgrajaz of his precious oc creepy guy. Clearly he's completely normal and is full of only happy sunshiny memories. Ch 7 of Overcome on Ao3.
“Don’t tie me down,” Trouble whined, reaching up. He stroked his captor’s neck and cheek with trembling fingers.
“If you keep still for me, I won’t have to.”
Trouble’s eyes filled in relief and he nodded against the stranger. It was too dark for him to make out where they were, which room he was being brought into. He yelped when he felt the man bend to lower him and tried to cling with an arm around his neck.
“I need to get some supplies for you.”
“Why?”
“You’re hurt. I can’t tend to you if you’re going to resist.”
A shudder ran through Trouble, but he obediently lowered his hand to his own chest, letting whatever was about to happen, happen. He gasped in surprise as the stranger settled him on a soft surface.
“Stay here.”
“Okay,” he whispered, eyes wide though he couldn’t see his own hand in front of his face. Trouble felt around with his hands, brow furrowed. “Is this a couch?”
Art by @elgrajaz of his oc creepy guy checking in on a certain precious, blue-haired captive. You get one guess for which of them actually wears eyeglasses. At least one of creepy guy's captives seems easy to wrangle. Ch 8 of Overcome is up on Ao3.
“I could help you to sleep,” the other man replied calmly, slowly peeling off bandage tape.
“Pass.” Trouble rolled his eyes, managing not to wince as the tape came away. “I’m not tired anyway.”
“Your body must be. You took a beatin’ when you went down that hill.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose.” Trouble watched the other man’s face since looking at his wound made him feel squirmy. “Can I come with you?”
“I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
“No, I mean, when you go see whatshisname. The guy in the duct tape with blue hair. Ow.” Trouble flinched. F was pressing down too hard placing the fresh bandage. “Ow! Eff, stop,” he whimpered.
“What?” Instantly the pressure let up. F seemed to give himself a mental shake and his gaze refocused on Trouble. “No. Sorry.”
“But why?”
“You’re a mess. You shouldn’t go anywhere for a while.”
“Can’t I watch?” Trouble’s ears pricked forward. “You can carry me there and I’ll be quiet.”
“Not a chance.”
“That’s not fair,” he pouted, setting a hand on F’s wrist.
Art by @elgrajaz of his oc creepy guy muzzling my oc Trouble. Much sulking ensued. Ch 9 of Overcome is up on Ao3:
“Thank you.” The captive kept still while F began to peel away the tape pinning his arms to his chest. “It was very thoughtful of you to let me have the painkillers.”
“It isn’t your fault that you were injured, so there’s no reason for you to suffer.”
Trouble watched the captive pale as he digested F’s words.
“I wish every guest could be as obedient as you. That really would be the safest way for everyone.”
Trouble narrowed his eyes and growled softly as F glanced over his shoulder at him.
“I should really go get to work.” F’s eyes were back on the captive. “Do you understand what I need you to do for me?”
“...I think so.”
“Excellent.” Trouble watched F give the captive’s blue hair an affectionate ruffle. “If my other guest isn’t behavin’ well, yell for me.”
“But you haven’t told me your name.”
“I don’t have one.” F crumpled the used tape into a giant gray wad and turned to leave. “Yell anythin’ you want. Really, it’s okay. I’m the only one who will be able to hear you. Drink your water and be good.”
Art by @elgrajaz of his ocs creepy guy and Becker. Creepy guy is such a charmer <3 And this time Creepy guy has a wing man to help a litte human captive act right. This couldn't possibly go wrong. Ch 10 of Overcome is up, get it while it's hot.
“How far do you think you ran?”
“Um.” Trouble’s frown pulled to the side, brow furrowing as he tried to remember. “I don’t know. It was just more and more forest.”
“You didn’t see any signs? Nothing?”
“No. I couldn’t find any roads or other buildings either, and I was running as hard as I could. I knew he was behind me, chasing me.”
“So...you ran and ran until he caught you?”
“Sort of.” Trouble whimpered and flinched, hearing a phantom snarl that made his stomach turn over. “I looked over my shoulder, to see how close he was and I tripped. I couldn’t get back up in time to run again.”
“What if you weren’t alone the next time?” Paul knelt and reached for Trouble’s wrists, then hesitated. He put his hands back in his lap, thinking. “I have to get home, and I want your help, but you had that knife before. How do I know you won’t try to hurt me again?”
“I already told you, I didn’t mean to.” Trouble lowered his ears and whined softly. “I wanted to scare him, so I could get away. I swear. I’m sorry if I hurt you at all.”
“I...” Paul sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I have to get out of here.”
Art by @elgrajaz of Trouble. He enjoys getting handsy with his food. The roped up cowboy, Paris, is a former victim and an oc of the artist. Gotta read Revenge if you wanna find out what happened to Paris. Ch 11 of Overcome is up on Ao3. Git you sum.
“Eff?” he whispered, looking up at him with a small smile.
“What is it?”
Trouble motioned with his free hand for F to lean in closer.
“What’s the matter?” F’s brow was furrowed. “You’re so quiet. Are you tired, or thirsty?”
This time, Trouble tangled his fingers in F’s hair as he pulled him into a kiss. It took a conscious effort to be gentle; he was so accustomed to biting. When F returned the kiss, Trouble whined softly, lips parting. He shivered as F’s spicy scent flooded his nose and mouth. His fingers slipped free of F’s hair so he could drape an arm around his neck instead.
“Hey.” F pulled back enough to get word out, leaving them both panting into each other’s faces. “You’re supposed to be restin’.”
“‘M lying down,” Trouble replied at once, ears relaxed back and eyes glassy.
“I meant,” F tried to straighten, but the arm around his neck flexed to keep him close, “you shouldn’t be movin’ around.”
“Then don’t make me,” he mumbled. “Come lie down.”
“What?”
“Eff.” Trouble wanted to sigh as F tensed up, but he stroked the side of his neck instead. “Don’t you like kissing me?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not,” he insisted, smiling. “You won’t.”
Art by @elgrajaz of my oc Trouble having to cooperate yet again. For more tips and tricks on how to train your cryptid, go read Ch 12 of Overcome.
“So you don’t have to kill in order to eat?”
“What?” Trouble blinked, startled. “Yeah I do. It’s not like I can let them go after. They’d call the cops or something. I’d get hunted down like a rabid dog.”
“But it’s possible for you. You can eat and leave them still alive.”
“Didn’t you hear what I just said?” He frowned up at F, starting to feel irked. “Eff, I have to.”
“Maybe before you had to, but you’re here now.” F’s eyes looked brighter as he smiled. “I could store someone for you.”
“Like Paul, you mean?” Trouble scoffed. “I’m not trying to find a pet. Whoever you bring me won’t be a friend or an experiment either, Eff. They’ll be food, that’s all.”
“Hmm.” F was gentle as he smoothed down tape to hold the fresh bandage in place. “Let me worry about that.”
Art by @elgrajaz of my innocent oc son, Trouble. Trying out a cute onesie for Halloween. Look at that cherubic face. How could anyone not see an angel when he smiles? Very mean and unfair things happen in Ch 13 of Overcome.
“I don’t think you should be around Paul anymore.”
Trouble looked up at F, holding his gaze while he scraped the muzzle against his shoulder and whined.
“I didn’t want him to try and get away, but he’s terrified of me and I don’t like that.” F opened a door in the back corner of the room and rummaged around. “You understand that, right?”
Trouble whined again and twisted his wrists against the ropes.
“Did you see how he looked at me?” A rattling of chains accompanied F as he retraced his steps to Trouble. “He screamed, like I was a monster out of a nightmare.”
Trouble’s eyes went wide as he spotted the chain. He started to yank against the ropes on his arms in earnest, kicking against the ones on his ankles. He whimpered and shook his head, but F wasn’t looking.
“You wanna know what it made me think of?” F attached one end of the chain to a d-ring fixed to the floor a few feet from the couch. “When I first found this place, sometimes I would find animals caught in traps. If I found them because I heard them, they’d thrash and run, tryin’ to get away from me as much as tryin’ to get out of the trap.”
“Mmm?” Trouble’s heart raced as he watched F approach and kneel, the free end of the chain in one hand and a padlock in the other. “Mmmmmph!” He yelled into the muzzle, brushed it frantically against the chairback and his shoulder, desperate to get F’s attention.
“Yeah. I’ll take that off you, let me finish talkin’.” F frowned, his mind clearly far away as he wrapped the chain around Trouble’s ankle below where it was roped to the chair. “I helped those animals, you know? As much as I could. Some of them ran off before I could, and I hope they’re okay. Some were so small and so broken...”
Art by @elgrajaz to remind you of where things started between his oc Creepy guy and my oc Trouble. Catching and caring for your own cryptid is no easy task, and Creepy is doing his very bestest. Check out ch 14 of Overcome and see what happens when Trouble gives his captor a nudge in a different direction.
“What’s the longest you’ve ever kept someone alive while you fed off them?”
“I don’t know. A week? Maybe a little more?” Trouble sighed and ran a finger along F’s jawline. “What does it matter? In the end, I always kill them, and I haven’t had to hide from search parties ever since.”
“What if they couldn’t get away and you could feed off them forev--”
“Eff.” Trouble put his hand over F’s mouth and turned his head until their eyes met. “I don’t want to talk about this.”
“Mm?” F shook off Trouble’s hand. “I’m tryin’ to figure out how to take care of you. You have to tell me this stuff.”
“It’s embarrassing,” Trouble whined, hiding his face in F’s shoulder.
“Why kill them if you don’t need to in order to feed?”
“I don’t know,” he snapped, sulky again, “why do you wolf down raw chunks of bodies out of a pile instead of cooking it and using a knife and fork?”
“...that’s how I eat?”
“Exactly my point, Eff.” Trouble’s irritation faded enough that he leaned his head back on F’s shoulder. “I won’t tell you how to eat, so don’t do it to me.”
“But how do I feed you if you don’t tell me how you eat?”
“Hmm.” A corner of Trouble’s mouth lifted as ran his palm down F’s chest. “I could show you...”
Art by Alectric of my oc Trouble, who has been the goodest boy and followed all of his captors rules. If you need proof, ch 15 of Overcome is ready.
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“I know y-you’re there.” Paul’s voice wavered as he clutched his hands together at this throat.
“Please don’t scream. I’m not here to hurt you.” Trouble moved onto his knees and unbelted the blindfold, lifting it off Paul’s eyes.
“You,” the human gasped softly, unable to shrink back.
“Call me Trouble.” He grinned and winked. “Do you want out of here, Paul?”
“...n-no.” Paul’s eyes were huge with fear. “W-why would I want that? I’m b-being taken care of.”
Trouble rolled his eyes. “Eff’s not here. He went out to get you food.” He set the blindfold aside. “I thought you needed to use the bathroom?”
“I can hold it.” Paul looked away, blushing. “Y-you shouldn’t be here.”
“Because I’m a liar and I could tear you to pieces?” he scoffed. “If I wanted that, you’d already be dead.” Trouble stood, grimaced, and held out a hand to Paul. “Are you coming, or not?”
Art by @elgrajaz of my oc Trouble and a slightly bruised new chew toy. Wanna see how the playdate goes? Ch 16 of Overcome is up on ao3.
“N...no.” Piers lifted his head, but the effort it took to keep it raised was obvious. His eyes opened, but stayed unfocused.
“Better.” Troubled smiled. “Should we start small, since you’re still coming around?” He cupped Piers cheek to steady him, then leaned in for a kiss. For a moment, there was nothing. Then the lips against his responded, meeting and then yielding while Trouble drank in a small, muffled moan from Piers. He gave his captive’s lower lip a gentle bite as he reached between them, smoothing a palm down the front of his boxers.
“Unh.” Piers breathed in sharply and tried to draw his knees up.
“You like that?” Trouble purred, sitting down on Piers’ thighs to pin his legs down. He kept petting the bulge between the other man’s legs, enjoying the way his breathing quickened. Trouble started kissing him again, humming happily between Piers’ moans while an erection grew under his teasing fingers. “Good boy,” he mumbled. “Normally I don’t go for smokers, but the taste suits how you kiss. I kinda like it.”
“W...whuh?”
“Maybe I won’t kill you.”
“Whas...s’happening?”
“Shhh. Easy, Meat. I know what I’m doing.” Trouble stole another kiss, then started working Piers’ boxers down. “Just relax and let it happen.”
“Nno. Get...get off--”
“You’re ready for me.” Trouble yanked hard until they could both see Piers’ swollen erection, dark against the pale skin of his abdomen. He smirked as he wrapped a loose first around it and pumped. “Mmm, so smooth.”
“Aah, fuck--” Piers tried to yank his arms free, then to buck Trouble off. “Stop it!”
“I don’t think you really mean that.” Trouble gave another pump and grinned when the erection twitched in his hand. “Come on, Meat, you know you’ll like it.”
Bitchin yule, readers!
All art by @elgrajaz I come with gifts -- two bonus ending chapters on Ao3, one for Possessing the Sea and one for Revenge and Recompense. For readers wanting just a little bit more angst/comfort.
Possessing the Sea stars @elgrajaz's oc Becker and my oc Nils -- here are the two lovebirds
Revenge and Recompense has @elgrajaz's ocs Paris and Valentín. My oc Trouble had a lovely time taking the unrequited lovers apart...
