I mean, no. It was fucking fantastic. Both times. But. I don't want you to get the wrong idea. What with all the... "you're mine, tell me you're mine, I'm gonna come so fucking hard for you, tell me you're mine, tell me I own you"... bullshit. I'm seeing someone. So. Friends.
I've never been. Is that a bar? You seem like the type of guy who would work at a bar. Dancing on stage. Full Coyote Ugly.
[ would jamie get that reference? ah, it doesn't matter. ]
Monogamy is the goal. I know you probably think that's a stupid goal to have, in a city like this. But. I don't want either him or I to screw that up more than the city forces us to. He's special to me. So. I'm asking you for your discretion about the things we've done. Keep that shit on lockdown. And... I don't want you to think we'll be more than friends just because we breathed in weird spices, or whatever. Okay? Feels like an important underline to have, given everything.
I think it's more like a gentleman's club, except it allows women in. There's a bar and a dance floor, but there's also a library and exhibition rooms and private suites. I haven't danced on the bar yet but you could always try convincing me if you visit. will shimmy for tips.
He totally gets the reference and he's rolling his eyes, trying not to smile too much. Especially since what he reads next threatens to make it fade. It's nothing new, of course.
sorry the city is fucking it up for you i've never been anyone's one and only but i'm sure it's lovely
There's a pause in his responses.
I won't go broadcasting it over the network, if that's what you mean, Big Bad.
so, friends with benefits or should I keep the nudes to myself?
No, that's okay. I've seen the shit you wear. Tiny dresses. Strips of lace instead of actual, legitimate underwear. One wrong shimmy and you'll be showing the world literally everything you've got. I'm not gonna be the one responsible for your inevitable indecent exposure.
[ ... well, he sort of already was, back in the desert, but. moving on. ]
Jury's still out. He's fine, I guess. Annoying. Huge asshole. But. Last time I was someone's one and only, she burned a dozen people to death. Apparently, when I go home, I'll meet a girl who's big on human sacrifices. Relationships tend to have their pitfalls. Just waiting for this dude to murder me in my sleep to really round out the trifecta. You're not missing much.
Jury's still out on the friendship thing, too. I take it back. If I implied we're friends. We're definitely not friends.
People have paid good money to see all i've got. you'd be doing them a favor if they got a free show.
Liar. Do you have one of those sweet, smart-ass smiles on your face right now? I'm sure you do. I can practically feel it.
The person I thought was my one and only tried to kill me the last time we saw each other. he wanted to kill my friends, too. his brothers. that hurt more, i think.
but I don't want to be sad. Are you going to bring me my panties? I can show you the well appointed shit hole i live in
I'm not a charitable man. I also don't like to smile.
[ he says. while smiling. like the smart-ass that he is. ]
Cool. See? There you go. That's life. One threat of murder after the next. Doesn't change regardless of who's sucking your dicks. So. Don't you be sad, either. This was an excellent pep talk on my part.
I can come over, yeah. Not entirely sure if this is a housewarming present situation. Want me to bring you a bug bomb?
It must pain you terribly to show off those teeth. I do so like it when they're sinking into my skin, though
the bugs and I have made our peace, I just wish they'd pay rent maybe liquor, if you want to come bearing gifts. especially if we're going to start swapping stories about our exes.
Most people tend to be afraid of my teeth, you know. Big. Sharp. Werewolf-y. I could turn you. Kill you. Snap your neck. They're dangerous. You keep talking to me like I'm not a danger to you.
I've already said too much about my exes. I'll listen to you talk about yours, though.
I only have beer. I'll pick up something fancy on the way. I bet you like fancy alcohol. Gold flakes in pink champagne, or something.
darling, your teeth are sharp and impressive but you are not the first beast to get his hands on me and I don't think you can turn someone that isn't human to start with
And I think it's really cute that you think I'm not as dangerous as you are. is it because I like to wear lacy things that are barely there? Monsters can't be pretty?
Or is it because I like elder flower liquor and pink champagne?
I know how attractive monsters can be. But. I'm far more dangerous than the other men you've been with. I'm far more dangerous than you, for that matter. Trust me, Jamie. It's better for you to know that I'm bad news now, before you actually start to get attached.
You have no idea what kind of men I've been with Starting with the one that made me inhuman.
He hates thinking about the Old Salt but he can't stop. He resists the urge to toss his phone. Derek more dangerous than the Gentry? He doesn't think so. Jamie doesn't think Derek would think so if he'd ever encountered Them.
I'll decide for myself what's bad news and what isn't, thank you. Stop trying to make me think I'm making a mistake. I'm so fucking lonely here I could scream and you're one of the few people I like and I trust.
I'm willful. And I'm older than you, respect your elders.
It's made from elderflowers. I'll make you a cocktail if you can track some down.
Hold on. You didn't tell me that. You should've told me that. I've been treating you like you're as stupid as the rest of the stupid young adults I know.
I've mentioned a dozen times that I'm not human and I feel like I've alluded to quite a bit of life experience.
He's rolling his eyes. Why is it always the pretty ones that don't catch on? Though this is really starting to make him wonder who Derek spends his time with.
I told you I'm a changeling. I spent like fifteen years in Arcadia before I escaped.
So please stop treating me like a stupid young adult. Being patronized by someone twenty years younger than me is really a turn off. I mean, the whole grrr you're mine bite bite part is great. But not being patronized.
I just. Didn't connect the dots, I guess. I mean, look at you. You don't exactly look your age. Or act your age. Or dress your age? You're giving me so much attitude right now. Like I'm the idiot.
It's fair. You're free to treat me however you like. But I will, again, eat your face if you start having too much fun at my expense. Just totally eat it. Not in a sexy way. I'm talking strip your flesh from your bones kind of eating it. Full on Hannibal Lecter. You can't stop me.
I'm sure. Besides, I don't think you could really pull off the whole Dominant thing. I'm not saying that because you're a sub, I just - Don't think you could do it? You don't have a dominant bone in your body, barring the times my dick has been in your ass. You're a brat. Not a sir. No offense.
I'll try to restrain myself. You're so aggressive, darling. I'm shivering.
Jamie grins and flops back on his bed. He rolls his eyes when the mattress squeaks.
I'm absolutely a brat, you're not wrong. And you are an absolutely delicious brat tamer. But you're also deluding yourself (in a cute way) if you think I could never and have never demanded a beautiful beast like you get down on the fucking floor to kiss my expensive stilettos.
I don't think you have it in you to restrain yourself, either. You've never restrained yourself a day in your life.
I didn't know you could afford stilettos. The image doesn't really work when you'd have to shoplift them. Or get another guy to buy them for you in the first place. But I appreciate the effort. Very sweet. If I ever want someone to slap a dog collar on me and call me a bitch, you'll be the first person I call.
honestly, you're right. Self-restraint is not exactly a valued feature in the Spring Court and a prince has to set a good example.
I went through some godawful trial in the desert and I was rewarded with a sizable wardrobe. I've also talked a Dom or two into supervising my purchases to supplement that. You have no idea how painful it is to not do what I want when I want down here.
And I wouldn't slap anything on you. I'd very thoughtfully and deliberately put it around your neck - something leather, of course - and tighten it just so, so that every time you take a breath you remember that, until the collar comes off, you're mine.
Gotta take a lesson from werewolves, one of these days. Our entire shtick is self-denial. I'll set aside an afternoon one day to walk you through the first few steps of emotional self-castration.
Mm. I've seen how this city treats its subs. Sorry for making light of it. Glad you've found a way to stick it to the system, if only through clothes. But.
[ a pause. ]
That's never going to happen. Glad I gave you something new to jerk off to, at least. I'm going to need to be financially compensated for that. Spank bank material doesn't come free.
[ there's another small delay before derek replies. ]
Bad lighting. Small resolution. Poorly made underwear. I can tell from here. Cheap cotton. Factory processed. Mass produced. 2/10. I want my money back.
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But.
I don't want you to get the wrong idea.
What with all the... "you're mine, tell me you're mine, I'm gonna come so fucking hard for you, tell me you're mine, tell me I own you"... bullshit.
I'm seeing someone. So.
Friends.
Where do you work?
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does being friends and having sex have to be mutually exclusive?
Like
Are you trying for monogamy or...?
because I liked being yours. And I liked getting you off by saying it.
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You seem like the type of guy who would work at a bar.
Dancing on stage. Full Coyote Ugly.
[ would jamie get that reference? ah, it doesn't matter. ]
Monogamy is the goal.
I know you probably think that's a stupid goal to have, in a city like this. But. I don't want either him or I to screw that up more than the city forces us to.
He's special to me. So.
I'm asking you for your discretion about the things we've done. Keep that shit on lockdown.
And... I don't want you to think we'll be more than friends just because we breathed in weird spices, or whatever.
Okay?
Feels like an important underline to have, given everything.
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I haven't danced on the bar yet but you could always try convincing me if you visit.
will shimmy for tips.
He totally gets the reference and he's rolling his eyes, trying not to smile too much. Especially since what he reads next threatens to make it fade. It's nothing new, of course.
sorry the city is fucking it up for you
i've never been anyone's one and only but i'm sure it's lovely
There's a pause in his responses.
I won't go broadcasting it over the network, if that's what you mean, Big Bad.
so, friends with benefits or should I keep the nudes to myself?
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I've seen the shit you wear. Tiny dresses. Strips of lace instead of actual, legitimate underwear.
One wrong shimmy and you'll be showing the world literally everything you've got. I'm not gonna be the one responsible for your inevitable indecent exposure.
[ ... well, he sort of already was, back in the desert, but. moving on. ]
Jury's still out.
He's fine, I guess. Annoying. Huge asshole. But.
Last time I was someone's one and only, she burned a dozen people to death. Apparently, when I go home, I'll meet a girl who's big on human sacrifices.
Relationships tend to have their pitfalls. Just waiting for this dude to murder me in my sleep to really round out the trifecta.
You're not missing much.
Jury's still out on the friendship thing, too.
I take it back. If I implied we're friends.
We're definitely not friends.
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Liar. Do you have one of those sweet, smart-ass smiles on your face right now?
I'm sure you do.
I can practically feel it.
The person I thought was my one and only tried to kill me the last time we saw each other.
he wanted to kill my friends, too. his brothers. that hurt more, i think.
but I don't want to be sad. Are you going to bring me my panties?
I can show you the well appointed shit hole i live in
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I also don't like to smile.
[ he says. while smiling. like the smart-ass that he is. ]
Cool. See? There you go.
That's life. One threat of murder after the next. Doesn't change regardless of who's sucking your dicks.
So.
Don't you be sad, either.
This was an excellent pep talk on my part.
I can come over, yeah.
Not entirely sure if this is a housewarming present situation. Want me to bring you a bug bomb?
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I do so like it when they're sinking into my skin, though
the bugs and I have made our peace, I just wish they'd pay rent
maybe liquor, if you want to come bearing gifts. especially if we're going to start swapping stories about our exes.
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Big. Sharp. Werewolf-y.
I could turn you. Kill you. Snap your neck.
They're dangerous. You keep talking to me like I'm not a danger to you.
I've already said too much about my exes.
I'll listen to you talk about yours, though.
I only have beer.
I'll pick up something fancy on the way. I bet you like fancy alcohol.
Gold flakes in pink champagne, or something.
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and I don't think you can turn someone that isn't human to start with
And I think it's really cute that you think I'm not as dangerous as you are.
is it because I like to wear lacy things that are barely there?
Monsters can't be pretty?
Or is it because I like elder flower liquor and pink champagne?
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But.
I'm far more dangerous than the other men you've been with.
I'm far more dangerous than you, for that matter.
Trust me, Jamie. It's better for you to know that I'm bad news now, before you actually start to get attached.
What the fuck is elder flower liquor.
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Starting with the one that made me inhuman.
He hates thinking about the Old Salt but he can't stop. He resists the urge to toss his phone. Derek more dangerous than the Gentry? He doesn't think so. Jamie doesn't think Derek would think so if he'd ever encountered Them.
I'll decide for myself what's bad news and what isn't, thank you. Stop trying to make me think I'm making a mistake. I'm so fucking lonely here I could scream and you're one of the few people I like and I trust.
I'm willful. And I'm older than you, respect your elders.
It's made from elderflowers. I'll make you a cocktail if you can track some down.
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[ hold on. ]
How old are you?
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The math is kind of fuzzy but technically I'm almost 50.
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Hold on.
[ hold on??????????????????????? ]
Hold on.
You didn't tell me that. You should've told me that.
I've been treating you like you're as stupid as the rest of the stupid young adults I know.
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He's rolling his eyes. Why is it always the pretty ones that don't catch on? Though this is really starting to make him wonder who Derek spends his time with.
I told you I'm a changeling.
I spent like fifteen years in Arcadia before I escaped.
So please stop treating me like a stupid young adult.
Being patronized by someone twenty years younger than me is really a turn off.
I mean, the whole grrr you're mine bite bite part is great.
But not being patronized.
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Didn't connect the dots, I guess.
I mean, look at you. You don't exactly look your age.
Or act your age.
Or dress your age?
You're giving me so much attitude right now. Like I'm the idiot.
I'm not going to call you sir.
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And time is weird over there.
You’ve treated me like an adorable idiot often enough, I think it’s fair if I get this one shot in.
And are you sure? Might be kinda hot...💋
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You're free to treat me however you like.
But I will, again, eat your face if you start having too much fun at my expense. Just totally eat it.
Not in a sexy way. I'm talking strip your flesh from your bones kind of eating it.
Full on Hannibal Lecter.
You can't stop me.
I'm sure.
Besides, I don't think you could really pull off the whole Dominant thing. I'm not saying that because you're a sub, I just -
Don't think you could do it? You don't have a dominant bone in your body, barring the times my dick has been in your ass.
You're a brat. Not a sir.
No offense.
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You're so aggressive, darling. I'm shivering.
Jamie grins and flops back on his bed. He rolls his eyes when the mattress squeaks.
I'm absolutely a brat, you're not wrong.
And you are an absolutely delicious brat tamer.
But you're also deluding yourself (in a cute way) if you think I could never and have never demanded a beautiful beast like you get down on the fucking floor to kiss my expensive stilettos.
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You've never restrained yourself a day in your life.
I didn't know you could afford stilettos.
The image doesn't really work when you'd have to shoplift them. Or get another guy to buy them for you in the first place.
But I appreciate the effort. Very sweet.
If I ever want someone to slap a dog collar on me and call me a bitch, you'll be the first person I call.
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I went through some godawful trial in the desert and I was rewarded with a sizable wardrobe.
I've also talked a Dom or two into supervising my purchases to supplement that.
You have no idea how painful it is to not do what I want when I want down here.
And I wouldn't slap anything on you. I'd very thoughtfully and deliberately put it around your neck - something leather, of course - and tighten it just so, so that every time you take a breath you remember that, until the collar comes off, you're mine.
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Our entire shtick is self-denial.
I'll set aside an afternoon one day to walk you through the first few steps of emotional self-castration.
Mm. I've seen how this city treats its subs.
Sorry for making light of it. Glad you've found a way to stick it to the system, if only through clothes.
But.
[ a pause. ]
That's never going to happen.
Glad I gave you something new to jerk off to, at least.
I'm going to need to be financially compensated for that. Spank bank material doesn't come free.
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New experiences are good for you! You never know what you'll find out.
I'm always happy to provide a wealth of compensation, Big Bad.
You know what I'm good for.
Jamie considers a moment, then snaps a picture to send over.
IMG ATTCHED *nsfw-ish
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Bad lighting.
Small resolution.
Poorly made underwear. I can tell from here. Cheap cotton. Factory processed. Mass produced.
2/10.
I want my money back.
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