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ahgaseda · 5 years

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the NSFW alphabet | Jackson (Got7)

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A = aroused (how he acts when he's in the mood)

he will be the biggest flirt you’ve ever seen but also blunt as hell. like hey baby you wanna come take a ride on this thick dick. he will get real frisky when he is in the mood. hands roaming everywhere. kissing on your neck and nipping beneath your ear. he can finesse when he needs to and get you all riled up. but he aint above begging either. he will forsake all pride and dignity for a nut and you can have as much fun as you want with that.

B = body (favorite body part of their partner)

he loves your body. he will worship every inch of it and touch you for hours. he loves your boobs. he loves your ass. damn it he loves your thighs and your hips. mine mine mine he says. he always gotta have his hands on you and he just lives to play with your body. even in non sexual ways too he will pat your butt to a beat or jiggle your boobs when you come out of the shower. he just cant help it. youre his goddess and he wants to show his appreciation at all times.

C = climax (what he's like when he orgasms)

he is loud af. and you will know he’s getting closer by the way his voice pitches higher and higher. he is not afraid to let you know in great detail how good he feels. also swears quite a bit. probably mixes up his languages in the heat of the moment. you will become very familiar with swear words in each language he knows lol. he the type that warns you hes about to come even though its oh so painfully obvious.

D = dominance (is he dominant, submissive or a switch)

he is a switch and he is unpredictable. his desires change on a whim. if hes in the mood for you to tie him up and ride him he will tell you. if he wants to shove you against the wall and give you the work he will let you know. power dynamics don’t really concern him in the bedroom unless youre feeling a little frisky and need to be put in your place. he wants to please you above all else.

E = experience (how experienced is he in the bedroom)

he knows what he’s doing. and he is very confident in the bedroom. he knows hes hot and strong and can give you whatever you want. it needs to be said but aries are not opposed to loveless sex. being in love with your partner is a bonus not a requirement. despite that they will be the first to admit the sex is better when a connection is there. it just is.

F = fortitude (does he have a lot of stamina and energy)

one round is boring to him. if you’re both up to it once is not going to be enough. he likes to mix things up and keep the fire going until hes exhausted and blown off all that steam. he will eat you out or let you ride his thigh between rounds. the time it takes for him to get hard again is very short and in some cases he can stay hard after getting off but it varies.

G = gratification (what really gets him off)

mark him as yours. be aggressive and possessive. be spontaneous. he needs fire and passion but most of all he craves being needed and desired. hes fairly easy to please in the bedroom because he brings so much of the energy himself. getting to let it out is where he gets the most release. pleasuring you gets him off the best. seeing his partner taking what he has to give and losing themselves to ecstasy that he caused will make him bust in a heartbeat.

H = habitat (preferred place to get busy)

anywhere. anytime. he don’t care. yall regularly joke about having fucked on nearly every surface in the house. he also moves a lot so sex that starts against the wall can lead to the table or what began in the bed can end up on the floor. there is also a lot of bath or shower sex with jackson. plus he welcomes you visiting him in the studio. he loves a good distraction and orgasm combo.

I = intimacy (how emotional is he when it comes to sex)

not really during sex itself but it will come in afterward. he loves to cuddle and talk after sexy time. but there will be days when he slows it down and makes everything a really sensual affair. intimacy will be the focus and everything will be very intense. this doesnt happen too often but he takes great pride in those nights. usually birthdays or anniversaries or holidays.

J = joke (how much does he play around)

there is a time and place for humor and it depends on the mood. most of the time he is good at reading the mood. generally he likes to be playful and have fun during sex. if you cant laugh during sex then whats the point lol since hes such a dramatic flirt he will definitely have you cracking up before during and after sex but especially during foreplay.

K = kink (toys or kinks)

body worship. both giving and receiving. it definitely plays a big role in those really intense sessions. sex is his favorite hobby so you can expect plenty of kinks and toys in bed. keeping in mind he wants to please you so not much is off limits and he will always be down to test out anything you want to try. he also the type to be into pegging and you can expect him to bring it up during playful banter shamelessly.

L = lust (how often does he want it)

he is an Aries so his sex drive is quite high. very hot blooded and the type that gets hard at the drop of a hat. seriously you can just mention handcuffs in passing and his dick will stand up like hello i have been summoned lol

M = masturbation (mutual and solo)

he jacks off regularly no big deal. having such a high sex drive hes just gotta relieve the stress whenever he can. watching you masturbate is a kink of his but only in theory. once you get into it he has to jump in. it turns him on so bad and he doesnt have the patience to be a bystander. hes not into you watching him either. hes gonna want your hands on him asap. phone sex is a lot of fun with him though. he loses his damn mind over it and threatens to hop on the next plane to come home and fuck you.

N = never (what he will not do)

a hard limit for him is pain. he is not going to do anything that causes you considerable pain. sure he will spank you or choke you within moderation but dont expect him to push the limit with anything more hardcore than that. also degradation doesnt do it for him. he will call you a dirty slut or daddys little whore in taunting but hes not going to go farther. its too contradictory to his personality and even if its in roleplay it will still leave a bad taste in his mouth.

O = oral (giving and receiving)

the pussy eating champion lol. seriously he eats you out all the time and loves every moment of it. if you aint screaming like a demon is coming out of you then he aint happy. he also the type to suck you dry and totally not expect anything in return but he tends to do it before sexy time cause he loves you to be wet and sensitive when he fucks you. now when it comes to blow jobs he is the happiest boy alive. getting head is his weak spot. you can have him singing your name and shaking like a leaf. will not shut up about how well you blow him.

P = position (favorite position)

he loves them all. he the type to change positions rapidly during the same round. he cant stay still. he wants to hit it from every angle. but his favorite could be the Lotus. youre both sitting up face to face and youre straddling his lap which means not only can you ride him into the sunset but he can also move to meet you. he likes that youre both fucking each other plus the feeling of closeness and constant kissing melts his butter. though hes not opposed to doggy because he can dig in deep he prefers being able to see the way your face scrunches up in pleasure.

Q = quickie (what is a quickie like with him)

quickies are fun. he likes quickies. they happen very often. he loves the spontaneous and rushed nature of them. but he will also want more when hes done. once hes in the mood he has a lot of sexual energy to burn through. quickies are more a fast fix for a reservoir thats always overflowing. but the best part about a quickie with jackson is beast mode. when that kicks in just hold on tight and enjoy the ride.

R = roleplay (favorite routines and tropes)

fear not damsel he is coming to the rescue. he can start off strong with tropes but in the heat of the moment hes gonna forget all about it. at a certain point he runs out of patience and concentration and all he can think about is getting that nut. with that being said he likes a challenge. if you make him work for it he will be eating out of the palm of your hand. he also likes anything primal and animalistic. that fucks him up real good.

S = seduction (how he gets you in the mood)

he is playful. but his hands are expert. his kisses are sweet but intense. he starts targeting all of your weak spots and does not hold back. hes a professional smooth and dirty talker. the shit he says will have your mouth watering. he likes if you dont give in too easily and he can lay it on real thick. but then there are times when he will just point blank tell you hes hard and asks if you would like to help him with it.

T = teasing (what is the best way to arouse him)

if you wanna get him in the mood then tell him. tell that boy you wanna ride the soul out of him and hes all yours. he needs to be needed. he also very visual so wear something provocative. get handsy. touch him and get his attention. if it were up to him yall would never ever leave the bedroom. very rarely will he turn you down for some loving. he would have to be exhausted or ill to not want a romp with you.

U = underwear (lingerie and costumes)

oh yes lingerie will get him in the mood but beyond that its just gonna get ripped off anyway. the birthday suit is his favorite outfit. he does particularly enjoy costumes though. he will actively send you screenshots of lingerie or costumes that he finds to see if youre down to try them. he mainly prefers you sending him naughty pics of you in these ensembles. he saves them on his phone and looks at them whenever hes away from you on schedules or tours. he would make his fave the lockscreen on his phone if fansites wouldnt lose their shit about it.

V = verdict (what do you think of your sex life with him)

sex with him is fun but passionate. its also very frequent. morning sex is like part of the normal routine. despite how often the two of you get down it doesnt get stale or boring. hes always mixing things around or spicing things up that there is no shortage of variety. passion runs so deep in him that it spills into everything he does including his loving. even the quickies are mind blowing. jackson is very open about sex and the conversations you have with him about it are very natural and comfortable.

W = words (how vocal is he and dirty talk)

he is not afraid to be loud but he is ever unpredictable. if hes the one on top his focus is giving it to you good and may not be as noisy. if youre on top he will be as vocal as he needs to be to let you know youre doing a hell of a job on him. will wake all the neighbors when you blow him and will wake all of his ancestors when you overstimulate him. his dirty talk is shameless. will you text you raunchy shit and then go into sweet detail of how you are the precious love of his life in the same freaking breath.

X = x-rated (how does he feel about porn or sextapes)

a very big fan of both. he will watch porn on his own or with you. it doesnt matter. can be inclined to film the two of you in bed and will watch it all the damn time. likes pov cams the most. is the type to totally strap on a go pro and go to town on you as a gift to himself.

Y = yawn (what is he like after sex)

he wants to chat. he wants to know how he was in bed. he needs to know if sex with him made your day a little better. he wants to know what you want for breakfast in the morning. he will ask if the bills are paid. may even ask you to remind him to take his vitamins tomorrow. it takes him a few minutes to simmer down with all that energy. still flirts uncontrollably but mostly wants to make small talk until he finally drifts off while spooning you cause you his goddess.

Z = zodiac (what his sign says about him in bed)

an Aries loves sex. they have a high sex drive. since they are a fire sign there is never any shortage of heat and passion in the bedroom. having a partner that is not compatible with them in the sack can be a major deal breaker. but despite being a selfish sign aries desperately want to please their partner or else they feel insecure. if you aint enjoying it then they arent either. while they prefer fucking over making love, they can temper this to suit their partner without any fuss but at the end of the day they really just wanna have a good time with you.

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c0wgurlz · 5 years

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SWITCHING WIVES N LIVES PART DEUX

Emma yawns as she slumps onto the bench next to Grayson, the music from Ellie’s dance studio already blasting as the class starts their stretches according to their teacher’s directions.

“Why are you yawning? It’s like 1pm,” Grayson laughs, clicking the home button on his phone and turning it to Emma to observe.

Emma eyes Grayson like she couldn’t believe his words.

“You have four children. Four. That is double my usual load,” Emma whines as she narrows her eyes at Grayson.

“Well, Erin can handle it,” Grayson breaks eye contact with Emma to look out over the dance studio, spying Ellie and smiling at her as she stretched.

Emma scoffed at Grayson, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Do I look like I wear a cape? She’s fucking Superwoman mixed with career woman, mixed with best friend, all in one,” Emma explains, dramatically throwing her hands and counting fingers.

A smile stretches over Grayson’s face at the reminder of his wife’s efforts and how amazing she really was at what she did.

“I know,” Grayson practically giggled, swooning hard over Erin.

“Okay, ew, I don’t need you getting all mushy this early in the day. We’re only allowed to reveal feelings after a drink,” Emma frowns as she waves her hands out in displeasure of Grayson’s blushed cheeks.

“It’s our wine night rule. You should know. It’s plastered on your kitchen wall,” Emma said pointedly, referring to the DIY decor that Erin had conjured up many summers ago in hopes that the boys would finally respect wine night.

“Oh, I know. It stares at me every fucking morning while I have my coffee,” Grayson mutters through a shake of his head, eyes trailing back down to Ellie.

Emma shakes her head in mimic, staring off into space as she relegates her best friends need to list everything for others to read.

“Always gotta be a list for something,” Emma chimed.

“Or a chart,” Grayson threw in, the corner of his mouth turning up in a grin, thinking about the chore chart, and the homework chart, and the dinner chart all posted on the fridge door.

“Always a chart. Never forget the chart,”

“Okay, little ducks, who wants what on their pizza?” Emma called from her place at the kitchen island, rolled out dough slathered in tomato sauce sat in front of her as she looked up to her nieces and nephews perched at the dinner table.

“I want pineapple!” Seth exclaimed first.

“I don’t want pineapple, yuck!” Rosie scrunched her nose.

“Papproni!” Ellie squeaked out.

“It’s pepperoni, you baby,” Tommy teased his little sister, Ellie frowning through a pout at his words.

“Hey, be nice, please,” Grayson scolded Tommy as he thoughtfully lay out the toppings beside the pizzas.

Tommy gave his sister a smile in apology, to which she copied her older brothers glance, grinning back at him admiringly.

“That was easy,” Emma mumbled under her breath as she started to sprinkle the cheese over each of the pizzas evenly.

“What? Riles and Amelia would be ripping each others hair out?” Grayson chuckles, tossing chunks of pineapple haphazardly onto the dough in front of him.

“No, they would clap back at each other until one of the cries,” Emma giggled, smile fading quickly as she realized she missed her girls, wondering how and what they were doing right then.

“Wow, I wonder where in the world they get their dramatics from?” Grayson teased, chucking a piece of pineapple into the air before tipping his head back and catching it between his lips.

“Ha, ha. Very funny,” Emma started, ready to defend Ethan as she placed slices of pepperoni intricately and evenly across the shredded cheese.

“Hey, no, wait. Erin puts it in a smiley face,” Grayson hums through a little grin, gently pushing Emma out of the way and rearranging the pepperonis in a wide smile.

Emma smiled softly as she admired Grayson carrying on Erin’s quirks, little bits of her in him wherever he went.

“Okay, little one, teeth time,” Emma hummed through a little grunt as she lifted Ellie onto the bathroom counter, Rosie and Seth already standing in front of the mirror brushing their teeth, Tommy trailing behind in the hallway with Grayson.

Emma held the little pink toothbrush in her hand, tucking Ellie’s hair behind her ears in preparation to help her brush her teeth.

“Okay, open up, Jelly Bean,” she cooed, waving the toothbrush in front of her face, but Ellie just sighed, shoulders sinking.

“Auntie Em, when’s mommy home?” She asked with a solemn face, voice sounding defeated and tired of her aunt trying to do what mommy does.

“As soon as you open your eyes in the morning, mommy’s going to be here, angel,” Emma promised her niece, giving her knee a little shake as her tiny feet dangled off of the countertop.

Ellie pursed her lips, unsure of her aunts words, as earlier today, she said mommy was going to be back soon and she still wasn’t here!

“Its okay, Ellie Bean, mommy will be back in the morning for breakfast,” Seth explained to his little sister, toothpaste running out of the sides of his mouth as he cooed over at the little girl.

Ellie smiled weakly, believing her older brothers words before turning back to Emma, opening her mouth and letting her brush her teeth willingly.

Emma had no idea what time it was when she stirred awake, the sound of thunder and lightening and wind thrashing against the house causing her lids to flutter open, eyes peering out the guest room window.

Suddenly, the door to the guest room creaked open and revealed the shadow of a little girl standing in the doorway.

Emma sat up with a sigh and reached over to turn on the bedside lamp, squinting when the bright light hit her sleepy lids.

Rubbing a knuckle over her eye quickly, Emma realized it was Rosie standing at the door, awkwardly shuffling from foot to foot as she chewed the inside of her cheek, another harsh gust of wind slamming into the side of the house.

“Rosie, baby, everything okay?” Emma asked in the most tender voice she could spew through her sleep laced tone, assuming that her niece was awake from the brewing storm outside.

Rosie stopped chewing on her lip to answer her aunt. “I can’t sleep,” she admitted, shyly playing with the ends of her chocolate brown hair.

“Okay, that’s fine, you’re okay. C’mere,” Emma hummed, pushing back the duvet and gesturing for her niece to crawl into bed with her.

Rosie jumped away from the door without hesitation, clambering up onto the big bed and snuggling herself under the covers with her aunt at the sound of another strong clap of thunder.

Emma laid back against the headboard and scooped Rosie under her arm, the little girl snuggling into her aunt and sighing in relaxation.

“Wanna tell me a story?” Rosie offered, looking up at her aunt with curious eyes, hazel ones matching both the twins.

“A story?” Emma repeated with mock enthusiasm, racking her brain for something that she thought might put Rosie into a peaceful sleep.

“Yeah. A good one,” Rosie hummed as she rested her head against Emma’s shoulder, staring up at her sweetly.

“Hm. Alright. I think I know a story that’s pretty good,” Emma smiled as she pulled the duvet higher up on herself and her niece, snuggling them deeper into the warm cotton in response to the swirling winds outdoors.

Rosie bit her pink lip through a smile, awaiting the story impatiently as she curled her little legs into a ball beneath the duvet.

“Back before all you little ducks were around, your daddy and Uncle Ethan were very jealous that they didn’t get to go to college. So when I was in college, all they wanted to do was come to school with me, sit in on my big classes. They wanted to see what it was like,” Emma started explaining.

Rosie scrunched her nose curiously. “Daddy and Uncle Ethan wanted to go to school?” She asked, unsure at her age why anyone would want to spend their days in class.

“They did. Really badly. Everyone else their age was going to school, and they were so jealous that they were too busy with work to get to go,” Emma described to her niece, her little head nodding at her aunts words.

“So one day, I snuck your daddy and Uncle Ethan into one of my huge classes. We sat right in the back so no one would notice they weren’t supposed to be there. Your daddy even brought a notebook because he wanted to learn,” Emma smiles as she remembers Grayson’s want to take full advantage of his fake day at college, Ethan making fun of him shamelessly for his dorky behaviour.

“Class had already started and your daddy was writing down everything the teacher was saying. He was making better notes than me! Your silly Uncle Ethan tried to keep distracting me from the lecture,” Emma thought best to omit the fact that Ethan kept making suggestions that absolutely no one would see them in the back corner of the lecture hall, and that they should be free to do whatever they pleased. Appropriate or not.

Rose giggled, even though she didn’t know half of the real story, which caused Emma to smile back at her.

“And then right in the middle of the teacher speaking, the door bursts open and this girl comes running into the class. She trips over her own two feet because she’s so late, and she ends up dropping all her books and pens on the ground,” Emma explained with wide eyes.

“The whole class stopped and stared at her. She was so embarrassed. Your daddy kept looking at her picking up her things and your Uncle Ethan was laughing at her,” Emma recalled, remembering Grayson reaching over a hand and smacking Ethan to make him shut up, seeing the crimson blush flood its way onto the girls cheeks.

“After she got all her things cleaned up, the class kept going as normal, until the teacher gave us an assignment to work on. He picked partners for us, and guess who he picked to be my partner?” Emma asked her niece, trying to see if she was catching on to the story.

“Uncle Ethan?” She asked with a bright smile, certainty painting her face that she was correct.

“No. The girl! After class was over, I went to go talk to her about our assignment, and your daddy kept looking at her and smiling his big huge smile,” Emma grinned along with her story, tucking a strand of Rosie’s hair behind her ear as she admired the pull of her lips that matched her fathers.

“After that day, your daddy wouldn’t stop asking me about the girl. He always wanted to come back to the class to see her. He wanted to come to the library with us when we were working on our assignment. He always wanted to be around her,”

“Do you know who the girl was?” Emma asked Rosie curiously.

Rosie had a look of confusion on her face, not sure of any of her answers now that she got the last one incorrect.

“It was your mommy,” Emma grinned, making Rosie smile wide, little gap-toothed mouth on full display.

“Your mommy and I started to become friends. We had a lot in common. We loved spending time together, and your daddy and Uncle Ethan started coming to hang out with us too,”

“Then one day, your Uncle Ethan and I noticed that your mommy and daddy were hanging out without us. They wouldn’t even invite us to spend time with them anymore,” Emma widened her eyes for dramatic effect.

“Your mommy marched into my apartment one day and told me the truth. She said best friend’s don’t keep secrets from each other, and that her and your daddy were dating,” Emma gasped, and Rosie copied her, little eyebrows shooting up her forehead.

“They were boyfriend and girlfriend?” Rosie asked, shocked tone coating her little voice as her eyes widened.

Emma nodded down at her niece. “They were boyfriend and girlfriend! And I told your mommy that I was so, so happy that my best friend was dating your daddy,”

Emma remembered sighing in relief as Erin told her the truth. Not only ecstatic that her best friend was in fact dating her boyfriends brother, but elated at the fact that she wouldn’t have to handle the two twin boys on her own anymore.

“Wow,” Rosie mumbled with a tired smile on her face, eyelids starting to droop as she cuddled closer into her aunts body.

“Did you like that story?” Emma asked her, Rosie simply nodding in response as she fought to keep her little lids open.

Emma grinned in affection for her little niece, kissing the crown of her head gently before letting her fall asleep comfortably in the guest bed beside her.

“How many minutes until this is over?” Emma asked in a rushed tone, shoving the last of the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher as Grayson hurried to get the kids dressed for the day, wanting to present them to Erin in a clean state when she walked in the door.

“5 minutes,” Grayson shouted, hurrying Ellie into the room, dangling from his arms.

“Can you do her hair?” Grayson asked, not even waiting for Emma’s answer as he plopped Ellie down on the kitchen counter before running off to assemble the other three kids.

“Of course. Let’s get you looking nice and pretty for mommy,” Emma grinned as she grabbed the scrunchie out of Ellie’s fingers and pulled her hair up into a cute little bun.

Before she even had time to place Ellie back on her feet, the back door was opening and a shrilled voice was echoing through the house.

“Guess who’s home!” Erin shouted, causing an eruption of squeals and yells from her kids as they all scrambled to get to her.

None of them were as excited and relieved as Grayson was, though, as he ran in from upstairs, pausing in the doorway with a sigh, shoulders finally relaxing before he padded over to his wife.

“Thank god you’re home,” Grayson mumbled as he immediately placed a sweet kiss to Erin’s lips through the hoards of children that jumped around at her feet.

“Hey! I didn’t do that badly,” Emma scoffed at her brother in law, teasing him for the lack of credit that he was giving her for her efforts.

“Hey, I missed you too,” Erin pouted, untangling herself from her husband and children to go give her best friend a hug.

It was rare that Erin and Emma went a day without seeing each other, let alone without talking to each other.

“I missed you too,” Emma hummed through the hug, the two girls squeezing each other tightly, both thinking about how badly they needed to have a wine night and gossip later on that day.

“Where’s E?” Grayson interrupted the girls thoughts, scooping Ellie up in his arms.

“Ethan? I left him in the dust. I sprinted across the lawn right at 8:59,” Erin laughed making Emma gape her mouth at her friend.

“Erin,” Emma scolded through a giggle, padding towards the back door to see her husbands whereabouts.

Ethan was halfway across the lawn, Amelia hanging off of his hip as Riley skipped ahead of them.

“Baby!” Emma squealed as she locked eyes with her eldest, Riley pausing as her face lit up as she caught sight of her mommy.

“Mommy?” Riley questioned before breaking out into a run, almost as if she forgot why she was wandering across the property.

Emma bent down to catch her daughter running at full speed, watching as Amelia wriggled herself out of Ethan’s arms to follow in her older sisters footsteps.

“I missed you, my little love bugs,” Emma mumbled through kisses to her daughters cheeks, both of them wrapped up in an arm as Emma stayed bent down to their level.

“What about me?” Ethan teased, trudging up the porch steps in sweats and an old hoodie, arms opening for his wife.

“I missed you too, my big love bug,” Emma cooed, lips immediately meeting Ethan’s as she stood, throwing her arms around his neck.

“Mmm. I missed you,” Ethan hummed against her lips, Riley and Amelia tugging at the hem of Emma’s shirt, attempting to make their way in between the two.

“So. What do you think? Never doing that again?” Emma smiled as she picked up Amelia, immediately cuddling into her mommy’s hold.

Ethan smirked, biting the inside of his cheek. “Definitely not,”

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callmecop-blog · 5 years

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Cupcakes and Handcuffs

Ora: Her fingers curled against her chest and stomach, nails cutting into flesh as her eyes screwed shut and her lips parted on a blood-curdling scream. Her body curled forward and her hair fell over her face, sticking to her damp cheek and wet lips. The voices were echoing in her head, twisting out into the room to shred the heavy, antique wallpaper and shimmering in the air. Power pulsed under her skin, gold bright veins of light, she was a beacon in the shadowed room. Magic crackled outward, along the walls and stretching over the square panes of her windows and out into the tears of reality. The sun flared from the mortal realm and into her home to burn away the shadows that had crept forward to touch, to pet and linger along her skin. It lasted but a minute before her voice stuttered and died to a hoarse, gasping sound of bewilderment. Her weakness quickly turned into a mad giggle, the sound childish and crazed at once. Narrow shoulders curled further forward and shook with the force of her laughter and knocked her off balance, one foot crossing over the other until she tripped and fell with the innate grace of her people. Another giggle sputtered out when her hip hit the edge of the table, body twisting like a cat so she landed on her hands and knees. Elegance, thy name is Ora. Humming in amusement the girl tossed herself forward, gaining her feet and stepping as if she were on a tightrope or balance beam. So focused was she on the image in her mind, ORA THE TRAPEZE ARTIST! She didn’t realize she’d stepped away from the safety of her rooms, of her little hole between universes. Had forgotten what had caused her need to scream. There was someone tapping, someone a rapping… someone shouting. Rude noises that disturbed her peace, riled the voices. Another shout pulled her focus to the present, her grey eyes burning gold once more as she dropped from her tightrope of air to land in the alleyway. There was a sneaky no-no touching the shouty. There was a boy once… was that real? Darkness and buckets of fat that jiggles when he screamed. Yes, there was that boy and the icky, icky man. She peered at the man, his pants were loose and his face was red, sweaty, there was an itty, bitty knife in his hand. “Is that your real face or are you… what’s that? Muggin’? Is that it?” She glanced up to the sky, lips moving as she repeated the word. Mugging, Muggin’. Muffin? Muppet? “Are you a muppet? Nothing but a puppet trying to play off your strings.” She shook her head slowly, gaze never leaving the man. Her eyes shimmered and shifted like melted gold, burning red and slowly swirling with colors. Was this a man? Or a boy? Perhaps an It? “If I called you it would you be offended?“ She sniffed at him, darting into the human’s space before dancing back on the tips of her toes. “Is this old? Or Young? I do not understand the aging of humans. But I do understand the evil of them.” She held him, pinned with a steady, inhuman gaze and her head tilted to the side as if she waited for him to give an answer. “If you keep making faces it’s going to freeze that way. It can happen, brother’s face was stuck how I left it until I peeled off his skin. I thought about framing it but I didn’t have the proper frame and mummy didn’t have my artistic appreciation.” Her voice lowered as if she were sharing a secret. “Mummy’s sensitive to the smell.” She nodded, eyes flicking to the shadows and shifting to a deep, thunderous black and her head tilted towards them, whispers stroking her ears and teasing at her mind. He moved, the human, going for the woman he’d left huddled in the corner instead of trying to flee. Stupid. Her attention snapped back to him, bright, fiery eyes stopping him in his tracks. “That wasn’t very smart.”

“Seriously, nutbag. Fucking crazy ass needs to step off. This ain’t any of your business.”

She stepped forward, slow and predatory, her body hunkering forward and her fingers twitching at her sides. “I do not, I am not. Crazy.”

Butch: *I couldn’t shake the woman in the alley. So I put all my attention onto that case even though I still had Beth in my head. Yes, I had to find her, but I couldn’t have someone going around killing females and dumping them. Fuck who knows, maybe the same person that dumped the woman also took Beth. Sweet Beth. I missed her so much. My Captain was about done with that case, but I knew I couldn’t give up. As I stared at the red light I was sitting at, I thought about her beautiful face, her dark hair. Slamming my hand down on the steering wheel with a frustrated cry. My bloodshot hazel eyes flickered up to the rearview mirror. I could use a shave and my hair needed a trim. Let’s face it, I was a mess. Eyes narrow as I hear a honk behind me and I wave a hand as I see the light has turned green* I’m going, I’m going. Christ. *Lifting my foot off of the brake and starts to move the car down the street. Parting my lips to blow out a breath as I head in the direction of where I found the mangled female. Jose called in sick today so it was just me. It was nice to have a partner, but lately he has been on my case about a lot of shit. Like my drinking, the drugs, the lack of sleep, and also I think he was tired of the wild goose chase with Beth. I didn’t blame him though. If it was the other way around I would be pissed and on his case. Just knew that there was no changing me. I was in a downward spiral and this is how it was going to go. As I park the crown vic on the side of the street my thoughts run wild. What if I found Beth dead? Would I be able to handle that? Fuck, if I find her dead that is gonna be it for me. No doubt about it. Thoughts drift to Janie as I get out of the car. My little sister that I lost. The anniversary of her death was right around the corner, and even as the years go by it still stung like it happened yesterday. My thoughts trail off as I heard a muffled conversation that sounded like trouble. Brows draw in as I palm my gun on my hip and go into full cop mode. Stepping forward towards the alleyway as my eyes take in the scene before me. Shit. Eying the female cowering in the corner. She looked like hell. My eyes narrow at the male who had his eyes on another female who luckily looked unharmed. Pulling out my gun as I duck behind a dumpster. Peering over it as I wait for the right moment. It was all about timing. Coming in guns blazing can make the situation worst*

Ora: She didn’t like to be called crazy. She wasn’t crazy. She just lost her thoughts sometimes, they were eaten by the voices. Snatched by the ghosts and fed to the shadows. The man said it again, muttered at her and dismissed her. Her. Walking closer to the cowering female in the corner, causing a scream. More fear. The shadows shivered and shrieked at her, reached for her with their fingers and pushed for her to move. To do. Her eyes dimmed as she listened, distracted by the ghosts that followed her. Haunted her. The sound of flesh against flesh drew her back, pulled her attention to the man. The humans. Such stench, such darkness and deception. Even the fae did not have this stench and taint.

“I am not crazy. I’m not.” The words were hissed from the shadows, echoing in a soft, deep tone that did not come from her. She nodded in agreement and stepped forward, disappearing for a moment and reappearing beside the man, her hand small and pale against the black of his long-sleeved shirt. Those pale fingers twitched and the man screamed, reaching for his arm as pain dropped him to his knees. “Not nice, saying those things. And I was so pleasant. Wasn’t I pleasant Mummy?” Her head dipped slightly in a nod, yes far away as she listened to the whispers of the shadows. “Nothing but pleasant. I just wanted the quiet but you made her scream. Made her fear. So noisy. So loud.” With a tut of her tongue she twisted the man’s arm up then back, head tilting at the pop of the shoulder being released from the socket. Her eyes were bright, focused, pupils narrowing into slits as her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip. “Your thoughts are too loud.” This was to the woman in the corner, cowering and trembling but making no noise to be heard by the humans. “It’s not safe, to be so loud. Flee, flee. Run away. Or I might forget and make you stay.” Burning gold eyes turned towards the female cowering there, side-eying that human as the other tried to fight off her hold. She was strong, superior to him. Her fingers tightened and his scream made the other move. Made the female flee. Running out the alley and into the noise of this realm, into the stench of humanity and mortality.

Butch: *My eyes went wide as I watched the scene before me. This is not how I thought this was gonna play out. I mean yes it was self-defense, but this girl was vicious. Okay Butch, your time to shine. Coming out from behind the dumpster with my gun pointed at the guy. Though to be quite honest, I don’t think he was going anywhere. Not with the death grip this girl had on him. Stepping forward, a little frustrated that the other girl ran away. That wasn’t good for questioning at all. If she was smart she would head to the station, but let’s be real she wouldn’t. Blowing out a breath as I eye the small girl that managed to take down this clown* Gotta say I'm impressed, but I can take it from here. *I take in the male on the floor. Nothing boiled my blood more than scum like this. Trying to push the dark thoughts about Janie being left behind that school. Beaten, raped, and strangled. Bile rose in my throat. I had to swallow it down and get back to the job at hand. Focus Butch. The smart thing to do here would be to call for backup, but I really didn’t feel like seeing anyone other than Jose who was indisposed at the moment. So it was all on me, and that was fine. Nothing that I couldn’t handle. My hazel eyes flicker back to the female* It’s gonna be alright okay? Can you let this piece of shit go? I got it. Promise you I do. *Trying to show some sort of compassion in my eyes, though I wasn’t sure if it was going to work or not*

Ora: There was another human, had he been here? Did he just appear? Her eyes narrowed at him, his words muffled as she tried to remember if there had been three before instead of just two. Still, he spoke, was it important? Should she be listening? Most likely. Instead, she sniffed and stepped towards the new one, the gold of her eyes flaring red as she sought out the glow of this one. Looked beneath flesh and bone to see the lovely light of his heart, so shiny. So nice. Not dark and rotten like the one she held. He spoke again, this bright one, he wanted her new toy. Was… kind, his voice was softer and his eyes were pained but sincere. She wanted to pick into his brain and find what caused that pain. “He is mine. I caught him, I get to keep him. Tis the rule.” She took another step towards the new one, dragging the ‘piece of shit’ with her as she rocked up on her toes to peer up at this one. “You’re lovely. Perhaps I’ll share, I’ll take his heart and you can have the eyes. Yes? Or if your preference more meaty?” Pleased with herself she gave the whimpering man a shake, shushing him softly. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you die. You’ll just be a little emptier on the inside.” A smile brightened her features as she looked up at her new friend, like a cat expecting praise for her hunt. “So, eyes or liver?”

Butch: *I stared at this woman with a confused gaze. Was she shitting me right now? Keep him? Take out his organs? What the fuck? What looney bin did this chick escape from? Let's be real though. If I had my hands on the guys that...hurt...Janie, yeah I’d be ripping them apart limb from limb. But this was a whole other bag of issues that I couldn’t let unwravel. I keep my voice calm though as I talk to the female. Staring at her as my gun holds aim on the male* I think I’m good on the internal organs. Mine can stay inside of him, but I do need him fully unharmed. Listen, I know he is a piece of fucking shit, but I gotta take him in. Listen to me when I say that I promise to make sure he will be locked up and won’t harm you or any other female for that matter. You gotta put a little trust in me okay? I’m a good guy here who is just trying to do his job. See? *With my free hand, I blindly reach for my badge. Pulling it out and holding it in plain sight to her and the trash of a male on the ground* I’m a police officer. I can take him in with my cuffs okay? *Studying the female closely, hoping to God she let him go. But I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that this wasn’t going to be easy and I was going to have to take her down too. Please God no. I say a silent prayer to the heavens hoping this shit would go to plan.*

Ora: “P O L I C E.” Her lips formed the word slowly, the lilt of her accent making the word sound not quite right. She didn’t understand ‘police’ but the shadows whispered at her, marking him as guard. Protector. Good guy, as he put it. But was he? Father’s guard was nasty, terrible. Mean. He didn’t smell mean though but, she wanted to keep the other one. His heart was dark, pulsing with shadows and hatred, it would be lovely next to her new demon. “If he is in one piece how will he be punished? He brought noise and screams. Disturbed me.” Her eyes flattened to black, anger narrowing her features as she turned on the man in her grip and hissed. “Naughty boy. You need a spanking. And a gutting.” The shadows inched towards them and laughed, taunting her, whispering nasty words. So mean. So harsh. She just wanted the quiet. The peace. Muttering at the voices, at the shadows that pulsed in the corners of this alley. “Do the police punish? Hang him from his fingers and peel away his flesh. Take as he has taken.” She seemed to focus back on the present, back on the Police, eyes brightening from the lifeless black to a sparkling gold once more. “May I have a shiny?” She pointed a blood covered finger at his badge, curious and wanting. “Ora can be P O L I C E.”

Butch: *I raise a brow as I listen to the way this female was talking. She sounded like a child. Maybe she was a foreigner? Hell for one thing I could tell she was all about torture and that concerned me deeply. I keep my calm tone though, suddenly wishing that I had called for backup. Tucking my badge back into my suit jacket with a shake to my head* No. The badge needs to stay with me, but I have shiny stuff back at the station. Why don’t you let me take him in then you and I can go for a ride. Sound good? *Slowly moves my hand now to reach for my cuffs* I’m going to restrain him now, okay? Don’t worry. He will be punished for his actions. I can guarantee that. *My eyes flicker to the male on the ground before I gaze back at you. This woman needed help. Something wasn’t right here and I had to do my duty to make sure everything was okay. Trying to stay patient as I continue to talk calmly in front of her* Now. *Steps closer to her* Let him go and I can take it from here.

Ora: A giggle bubbled up and her hair flew as she shook her head and danced back on her toes, man sliding with her. “Nooo, I’m not supposed to go with strangers. There’s danger there.” With another laugh she twirled behind her new toy and crouched down to rest her chin on his shoulder, eyes steady on the Policeman. “He’s mine now but next time maybe I’ll let you play, chains and all.” Her chin rubbed against the shoulder of her captured and a smile tugged at her mouth, baring sharp teeth. “We’ll find a real mean one. Make you a hero.” With a blink she disappeared, moving through the shadows and leaving behind her prey so she could sneak up on the Police. Appearing beside him, fingers slipping into his jacket to catch the shiny and hold it up to the light. Her gaze flicked up then back to the badge. “Next time, I want one.” The badge was back in his pocket and she was gone from his side in another blink of an eye, reappearing with the would be rapist and combing her fingers through his hair. “I’m going to teach him manners. Then maybe I’ll give him away.” Her laugh echoes softly, sweetly, brightening this dark place before she takes hold of her new capture and starts for the door to her realm. Her quiet place.

Butch: *Sighing softly when I hear her say no. Fuck this was going to be difficult. Could never be easy for ya Butch could it. When the girl vanished my eyes went wide. Fuck. Was I imagining her? I couldn’t have drunken that much Lag to be this fucked up. Suddenly I hear her behind me* Jesus Christ! *Feeling her reach for my badge and before I can spin around she puts it back and was facing me again. The gun moves to the female now* Listen, I don’t know who you are but you both need to come with me right now. I really don’t want to have to fire my weapon, ya feel me? *Watching as she starts to move away and I quickly move forward until I practically run into a dumpster. Blinking as I look around. Where the fuck did they go? My gun lowers and I reach a free hand up to rub at my head* I gotta stop drinking before noon.

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