Author's note: Who has a dirty mind? Yes me. 🤭
Gun crawled through the car, examining every single part of it. He stood up, humming in satisfaction when he didn't need to bend down too much. Sitting back down on the seat, he ran his fingers along the leather, feeling it up. The surface was soft yet solid, and Gun had no doubts that the possible stains would come down smoothly. He leaned back, smiling when his body fitted perfectly in the seat's shape. He lowered the seat next, making a small bed out of it. It only took him a few minutes of tossing and turning to nod in approval. So far, this car has passed all the criteria. There were only two to check. Gun hopped out of the van, slamming the door shut. He glued his face to the tinted window, trying to see through it. He grinned when he couldn't spot anything. There was the last thing to inspect. Gun called his manager as he opened the door, pushing the poor woman inside with the instruction to scream her lungs out when the door close again. The muffled sound reached his ears. The volume was satisfactory.
Gun made his decision. He's going to buy this car. And he couldn't wait to try it out with his Papii.
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OffGun August Collection of Drabbles 2022
Fanfiction✅COMPLETED August collection of drabbles and short stories with OffGun and their couples. Prompts from allourheroes and SpellWolf.
