𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤

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     starter  for  @damianholstad  /  this  party  was  one  of  the  LAST  places  blake  wanted  to  be  .  though  with  her  mom  working  the  graveyard  shift  &  their  apartment  standing  hauntingly  empty  ,  the  blonde  forced  herself  to  go  out  .  besides  ,  it  was  half  expected  of  her  to  at  least  make  an  appearance  at  the  house  party  .  though  after  downing  a  few  beers  (  a  jello  shot  or  two  had  been  thrown  somewhere  in  the  mix  )  ,  the  party  had  lost  its  appeal  .  she  found  herself  sitting  on  a  worn  in  love  seat  with  less  than  savory  company  , whose  rude  comments  which  later  led  to  advances  ,  forced  her  out  of  the  spot  and  back  toward  the  kitchen  .  finally  ,  a  FAMILIAR  face  .  blake  attempted  to  hide  discomfort  from  previous  interaction  as  she  approached  damian  ,  hands  fixing  blonde  strands  into  place  and  straightening  out  the  wrinkles  in  her  dress  .  “  hey  ,  stranger  .  ”

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❖ wld you consider damian a friend?

     “  yeah  ,  i’d  say  so  .  he’s  pretty  fun  to  be  around  &  doesn’t  seem  to  hold  the  same  opinion  of  me  as  the  rest  of  the  town  .  i  don’t  have  very  many  friends  left  and  i  guess  i’m  glad  that  we  became  friends  .  ”

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❖ blakeypoo: damian thinks about you when he tickles his pickle, i know it. so do you think about him when you're flicking the bean?

     “  okay  GROSS  ––  didn’t  need  nor  want  to  know  that  .  damian  holstad  doesn’t  even  cross  my  mind  during  those  …  intimate  times  .  if  i  ever  find  getting  jumped  by  frat  boys  to  be  a  kink  ,  i’d  consider  it  .  ”

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❖ when are you gonna let damian smash those cheeks into smithereens

     “  you  must  have  me  confused  with  someone  else  ‘cause  that’s  NEVER  gonna  happen  .  decent  guy  &  all  that  ,  but  i’m  just  here  to  record  his  fights  to  send  to  worldstar  .  ”

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send me a ❖ + a question and my muse will be forced to tell the truth.

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damian !

there’s a sudden awareness to the nudity which he displays, and though the rational response would be getting dressed  –  he refrains from doing so. in more ways than one, damian considers the act one of defeat. and losing the multitude of games participated in–each level obscure and exigent–wasn’t on the boy’s AGENDA. he liked winning, and there was no shame in that  –  even if the prize was enshrouded. he feigns nonchalance, about the request about to be made and the EXPOSURE felt of a naked torso. dark browns narrowing, forearms are propped up on the coffee table between them. he sizes her up, and then  –  “  kiss for good luck?  ”  it takes a lot to mask the grin building up but he manages. for the time being at least. 

     blake’s  breath  catches  as  though  his  reply  took  her  off  guard  ,  though  truthfully  she  anticipated  it  .  A  KISS  .  she’d  kissed  plenty  of  guys  in  her  day  ––  it  was  the  extent  of  her  charade  .  anything  past  connected  lips  &  the  occasional  grope  was  the  blonde’s  limit  .  just  enough  to  tease  the  preconceived  notion  most  men  held  of  her  ,  tempting  her  own  reputation  for  the  sake  of  playing  the  game  she  couldn’t  help  but  continue  .  illusion  was  her  identity  with  very  little  emotional  connection  to  those  she  entranced  lying  beneath  .  her  hand  was  now  atop  his  ,  fingers  moving  closer  to  his  palm  ––  to  the  game  piece  .  she  moves  closer  too  ,  figure  slowing  reaching  over  the  table  toward  him  .  blake  made  sure  to  maintain  eye  contact  as  the  space  between  them  lessened  ,  digits  working  slowly  &  strategically  for  the  red  pawn  all  the  while  .  seconds  had  passed  before  the  blonde  had  maneuvered  her  way  millimeters away  from  his  lips  and  rather  than  pressing  hers  directly  against  his  ,  she  pressed  a  light  kiss  to  the  corner  of  his  mouth  .  her  lips  remained  there  for  a  moment  before  she  could  get  a  loose  grip  around  the  pawn  ,  swiftly  removing  it  from  his  grasp  and  separating  herself  from  him  completely  .  “  thank  you  .  ”

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damian !

he knows what her actions promise, and he also knows they are EMPY ONES. not a deep psychological insight, rather a deduction made from the lack of past advances. yet, he plays the game  –  without hesitance and without complaint, he allows her to continue performing as if her theatrics bared no effect. genuine curiosity wonders how far he can push before a ROADBLOCK is put up  –  an obstacle of blaring reds. eyes dart to her touch, and lips purse in consideration. she is good and maybe he’s no better  –  perhaps this is the FINAL STOP for a boy who thought he could win, but that didn’t mean a game - plan had to be relinquished, simply altered. “ I DUNNO. seems kind’a like i’d be giving you the advantage. doesn’t really sound fair, does it ? ” he pauses, keeping his hand on the prize and underneath hers  –  for SAFE - KEEPING purposes only. “ how about this, you get the pawn and i get something else … for good luck. ”

     her  acts  of  flirtatious  deceit  were  often  random  ,  though  usually  prompted  .  in  scenarios  such  as  these  ,  blake  relied  heavily  on  what  was  expected  of  her.  did  damian  hold  these  presumptions  ?  the  blonde  wasn’t  sure  ,  but  figured  that  falling  into  her  usual  futile  routine  would  leave  her  feeling  safer  than  sorry  .  reply  to  his  proposition  was  pronounced  in  a  hushed  voice  ,  words  low  enough  as  if  it  was  something  she  only  wanted  him  to  hear  .  a  technique  she’d  picked  up  along  the  way   ––  everyone  liked  to  feel  let  in  ,  special  .  “  and  what’s  that  ,  damian  ?  ”

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📱 from her mans )-:

what was my muses 5 last sent texts yours ?

11:30 PM: i hope ur making good decisions tonight 11:30 PM: if not, can i get pics?11:45 PM: ok just realized that cld be misconstrued as asking for dick pics and i’m … not12:15 AM: u a thot

what was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours ?

4:03 AM: i kept thinking about what happened the other night and i was wondering if u cld do me a solid?4:04 AM: you know i was just playing, right? 4:04 AM: and since i was just playing, i need u to not tell anyone. 4:13 AM: i’m not embarrassed or anything! just want you to keep that to urself :)4:30 AM: u a thot

what was my muses last snapchat to yours ?

blakefraser: just got out of the shower ;)blakefraser: sike bitch no coochie pics

what my muse saved your number as ?

damian 🤡

what contact photo my muse has set for yours ?

what ringtone my muse has set for yours ?

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how many times my muse has called your this week ?

she’s eighteen do y’all really think she’s making phone calls ?

how many calls has my muse missed from yours ?

he probably doesn’t call her but if he did, she wouldn’t miss any of them * gag *

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Send me a “📱” and I will answer the following:

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promptsareus‌:

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours.?

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?

What my muse saved your number as?

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

What ringtone my muse has set for yours?

How many times my muse has called your this week?

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

[foughtpower1]

damian !

like  a lot  of things in regards to blake fraser, her attempts are hard to ignore. he takes notice, and visibly so, with brown eyes wandering and palms wiped against his jeans. she’s good, but he’s decided he’s BETTER  –  even if all he’s doing is postponing her inevitable win. what the prize was, he wasn’t sure, though he supposed he’d figure that out soon enough. of course, teenage boys let their minds stray and he was no better than all the rest, no matter protests he’d utter if someone made the implication. “ yeah ? ” damian starts, tongue grazing his teeth. he sits back up now, time of rest cut short by another game played, this time without kings and without queens, and he watches her. “ first thing i ever owned … ” the boy muses, making a move on the pawn himself. “ a toy firetruck, red. ” like most firetrucks, damian – all firetrucks. “ pretty sure i’m older than you, too, which gives me  –  what’s it called  –  seniority. dibs. ” a pause, and once more, his gaze finds bare shoulders and the outline of her collarbones, keeping itself in check  –  further down south was OFF - LIMITS for the time being. he had some sense. “ tell you what, though, ” he continues. “ tell me jus’ how badly you want it, and  –  who knows … might be feeling generous tonight. ”

     her  actions  needed  to  be  subtle  ;  he’d  already  gotten  her  top  off  during  their  previous  game  and  left  very  little  to the  imagination  ,  though  it  was  something  blake  could  work  with  .  in  fact  ,  she  could’ve  dealt  with  a  lot  less  .  a  bitten  lip  with  a  mildly  suggestive  hand  placement  were  her  go-to’s  with  guys  her  age  ––  that  and  the  low  ,  soft  tone  her  words  were  now  drenched  in  .  “  it’s  my  lucky  one  . . .  ”  hand  is  extended  further  toward  the  piece  ,  fingertips  strategically  coming  close  to  brushing  his  .  “  and  since  you’ve  been  beating  me  so  bad  ,  i  can  use  all  the  luck  i  get  .  ”  blonde  locks  are  pushed  to  the  side  with  her  free  hand  ,  unveiling  her  own  wandering  eyes  scanning  revealed  figure  . “  pretty please  ?  ”

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damian !

his reputation preceded him, to SOME EXTENT at the very least, and though enjoyment derived from the fact  –  it wasn’t all sunshine & rainbows to a susceptible teen. he scoffs, though more in response to her choice of words than the idea itself. “ skivvies ? ” damian repeats, grin edging on his lips. there’s an assumption that comes along with blake fraser, but with own intentions in mind, it is difficult to decipher whether truth can be found within it or not. damian refrains declaiming her statement, because how could he ? rather he chooses to lean back, arms folded across a naked chest and eyes narrowing at the board. “ red. ” he decides. “ kind’a my color. ” and a broad smile makes its return. 

     “  oh ,  you  know  what  i  mean  ––  undies  .  drawers  ,  panties  ... ”  a  small  card  from  the  board  game  was  tossed  toward  him  ,  a  scowl  falling  onto  pale  features  .  despite  her  own  joking  ,  blake  WAS  one  of  those  girls  sitting  partially  naked  in  his  basement  .  perhaps  some  truth  could  be  found  in  both  of  their  reputations  .  this  was  expected  of  her  after  all  &  while  it  nearly  felt  right  that  she  was  living  up  to  a  lot  of  those  expectations  ,  the  blonde  couldn’t  shake  the  feeling  of  discomfort  forming  in  her  belly  .  pretending  to  be  the  easy  girl  in  public  wasn’t  difficult  ,  but  holding  up  this  facade  in  private  ?  far  harder  than  she  imagined  .  the  act  itself  was  muscle  memory  &  one  she  found  herself  relying  on  ,  especially  now  .  “  of  course  it  is  . . .  ”  blake  trailed  ––  red  was  her  color  .  “  suppose  you’ll  be  nice  enough  to  let  me  play  red  ?  or  are  you  gonna  make  me  use  green  ?  i’ve  always  liked  red  too  ,  y’know  .  ”  she  leans  forward  ,  reaching  for  the  red  piece  with  a  smaller  smile  on  her  lips  .  blake  knew  far  better  than  to  flaunt  her  sex  appeal  over  something  as  trivial  as  a  board  game  pawn  ,  though  far  too  much  time  had  gone  by  since  a  suggestive  comment  passed  her  lips  .  call  it  a  routine  or  force  of  habit  ,  but  after  years  of  training  herself  to  use  similar  tactics  in  conversation  ,  it  was  hard  not  to  allow  muscle  memory  center  stage  .  in  blake’s  movement  toward  the  red  game  piece  ,  her  bra  strap  fell  loosely  off  her  shoulder  (  along  with  the  assistance  of  her  brushing  it  ,  of  course  )  .  

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damian !

it’s hard not take notice to her  inaction,  and even harder to keep comments at bay. he’s successful, though, for the moment being. instead, he offers a chuckle to jokes made, simply watching as she moves pieces across the board. “ ouch. you sayin’ i’m like ALL THE REST ? harsh. ” the flat of his hand finds his chest, for dramatic effect, but the touch his fleeting. “ that’s gonna KEEP ME UP at night, y’know ? i’ll be laying there ‘til – two, three, FOUR AM … just thinking about how blake fraser doesn’t think i’m special. ”

     her  brows  raise , unamused  .  “  don’t  act  like  you’re  not  gonna  have  another  girl  down  here  in  her  skivvies  within  the  next  few  days  . ”  blake’s  expression  then  shifts  to  one  of  faux  surprise  as  if  she  had  revealed  some  hidden  piece  of  information  .  “  neither  of  us  are SPECIAL  .  ”  a  beat  ,  one  to  ignore  the  meaning  behind  words  previously  spoken  .  while  they  were  no  stranger  to  the  rumor  -  mill  ,  it  didn’t  specifically  run  for  either  of  them  . “  what  color  d’you  wanna  be  ?  ”

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blake  tag  drop  !