All work, no play.

Greyson Thomas, 21. "I said I'd fight back, I didn't say it'd be fair." Bulimic with a dash of anxiety to liven things up.

[thedemonnurse-archived-blog]

“Maybe 7/8ths of it, maybe. I really don’t plan on fighting him again, unless he pisses me off. So do what you gotta do and I’ve heard nothing, sweetheart. Whatever you do to him I’d like to remain completely clueless about it. And, seriously? I don’t understand how you’re still insecure or why you feel stupid trying to initiate sex. Like, I’m a sure thing. You know I’m going to be down, so your mind shouldn’t have you thinking anything else. Unless I’m really not in the mood, which is rare, I’m always going to say yes.  That one time you cleaned doesn’t count for anything, so your defense is weak.”

[greysonthomas-blog]

“Good. I mean, you’ll probably assume when it goes around what’s ‘randomly’ happened to August, but you won’t have any verbal proof it was me.” His demeanor fell a little bit with her words, and he shrug a shoulder. He didn’t mean to feel the way he did. He knew it was stupid, but he still couldn’t help it. “I just do. It isn’t as simple as that for me. I’m sorry if that’s frustrating. It does count. I was cleaning so I wouldn’t lose my shit. So, now I’ve totally associated cleaning with stressful situations. So it’s best if I don’t. Obviously.”

[isolatedmemphis-deactivated2015]

Memphis didn’t really try and hold back the laugh he let out at Greyson’s words, amused at his antics about working out and his guns. He attempted to look serious though as he nodded at the other patient, but his lips were twitching as he spoke again. “Of…of course. How silly of me, um..you obviously work out a..a whole lot.”  His smile dropped a little bit when the other man talked, and finally Memphis nodded because he understood what Greyson was telling him. So he gave the other boy another smile, it wasn’t as shy as normal but there was still a little blush behind it. “I..I like that, you being my friend. I..that’s good. Will be nice…um to not be alone…you know? For a change.”

[greysonthomas-blog]

Greyson grinned when Memphis laughed, though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t blush a tiny bit. “Everyday. Like six times a day.” He shrugged his shoulders, feigning seriousness. “I know. Don’t worry, I’m gonna bother the shit out of you. You’re going to regret being my friend, but it’s too late to go back now. No takesies backsies.”

[thedemonnurse-archived-blog]

“Lies, I don’t love every moment of it. I know that you are sorry, and while fighting August sounds like a fun time, I’m not sure I’m up for round two with him just yet. When you say just not always up for attempting to initiate you really mean never up to it right? You’re not dumb though, I’m just more aggressive and forward then you are. Oh I knew you weren’t going to clean, but you can’t blame a girl for trying.”

[greysonthomas-blog]

“7/8ths of it? That was mostly a joke, don’t fight him anytime soon. I have plans. Plans that are slowly being set into action. I cannot give details, as that would be accessory on your behalf. Just know it’s happening. Soon. No -- I’m not saying that. I’m saying that I’m being dumb and the insecurity thing has come up in my dumb brain, and I feel stupid for trying to initiate sex. Like, I’ve forgotten basic motor functions, and that you don’t think I’m done, but then it plays out in my head and I’m like ‘wow, I’m dumb.’ Y’know? In my defense, I cleaned once.”

[isolatedmemphis-deactivated2015]

“I..okay..I can do that.  Though…um I don’t want to cause you any trouble? And for the most part…because of um how much I work out? Most people don’t really try, but if they do I’ll tell you.” Memphis shrugged and gave Greyson another half smile. He did his very best not to blush when Greyson spoke about his lady and sex, but he frowned at the idea of someone feeling like they owned Greyson. But the other patient seemed to like the person that felt they owned him, so it wasn’t Memphis’s place to say anything. “Well, it’s…its nice that you have that…and you’res not…you’re not alone.”  Memphis had only ever been alone, so he thought it would be nice to have someone take care of him, just minus the sex.

[greysonthomas-blog]

“I wouldn’t offer if I thought it’d cause me trouble.” He said. At the second half of Memphis’ statement, Greyson’s eyebrows rose up. “I obviously work out like, fifty times a day. I almost got arrested for these guns.” He said indignantly, though it was blatantly obvious the only working out Greyson did was with his mouth. “I was. I never really had friends, my parents didn’t usually talk to me if they could help it, and the one real relationship I had didn’t end well. Or start well. But I tried to find other means of not being alone -- like, even if I didn’t have my lady, I’m not alone. I have some friends. And you’re my friend now, so you aren’t alone, either. You got me.” 

[thedemonnurse-archived-blog]

“7/8ths is still a lot of talk, sugar.  And I know, I know, I claimed you and I knew what I was getting myself into. Don’t you hush me, you hush. Well I thought you caught on by my not at all subtle innuendos I was hoping you were finally going to put out again. Because that’s the only helping hand I need right now, honestly. I guess though if you wanted to be useful  in other ways, you could clean something.”

[greysonthomas-blog]

“It is, but it isn’t all talk. Mm, you love every moment of it. You hush. Look, I’m sorry, okay? If you wanted to fight August about my potentially lacking sex drive, feel free. I’m totally up for putting out -- just not always up for attempting to initiate, because I’m dumb. That isn’t new information. Mm, we both know I’m not cleaning.”

[greysonthomas-blog]

[betterthanfreud-blog]

“I never thought I’d appreciate walking as much as I fuckin’ do right now.”

[greysonthomas-blog]

“Walking is good.”

[thedemonnurse-archived-blog]

“I can’t even say I’m remotely shocked, because I’m not. You’ve been all talk for days now, possibly weeks, likely since the moment I met you.”

[greysonthomas-blog]

“I haven’t been all talk. I mean, most talk, maybe. 7/8ths. Likely. Don’t act like you aren’t the one who didn’t claim me. Anyway. Hush. What’d you have in mind? If you say nothing, you’re equally all talk.”

[thedemonnurse-archived-blog]

“So what did you have in mind then?”

[greysonthomas-blog]

“I didn’t actually think that far ahead.”

[isolatedmemphis-deactivated2015]

Memphis looked at the other male for a moment and frowned, trying to figure out why Greyson cried when his shirt come off. He tilted his head a little, maybe he was disfigured by an accident, so it was probably best Memphis didn’t ask. In the end he just nodded, giving the other patient another shy smile in thanks for the words. He wasn’t used to hearing things like that, he didn’t believe them of course, but it was still nice that Greyson said them. “You’re pretty much the..um…first person I’ve ever met that didn’t make me feel like I..I um was being mocked,” he just wanted to make sure Greyson knew that. But he was also the first person he had spoken too that didn’t focus on how he looked, which was when Memphis knew people were really screwing with him. His eyes went a little wide at the others next words, before smiling slightly again. “You have a lady in here? I..I didn’t think you could um have relationships in a place like this.” He frowned again though as he paid attention to the last of what Greyson said, when he made it clear what his problems were. Which made his earlier comment about crying while shirtless make more sense. He didn’t say anything about it though, just focused on the part where the other patient said there was hope for him. Memphis liked that. “Good to know, I won’t lose faith just yet then.”

[greysonthomas-blog]

“If someone makes you feel that way, let me know. I’ll make it a personal mission to return the favor with the receipt.” He said with a gentle grin. Memphis was too innocent to be in a place like this, and he wished he could help it be some other way. But it wasn’t possible. “Well, we aren’t like, dating. We have sex, and she takes care of me. The correct term here is that she owns me. I just don’t see it that way.” A more genuine grin graced his features and he barely resisted the urge to ruffle the other patient’s hair. “Good.”

[thedemonnurse-archived-blog]

“No it isn’t your soul and I’d love to have your soul, but we’d have to make a deal for that,” the demon just shrugged. Aside from the souls that Sage had given her, she really hadn’t made that many deals when it came to souls. She had just followed blindly behind August and watched while he got all the souls, though she had to admit the rush from the power of the souls that Sage had given her was rather intense, she would never force Greyson’s hand obviously. She let out a low laugh, her brow raising for a moment as she shook her head. “We don’t really need a safe word, dear, we haven’t done that kind of play yet. And if I’m punishing you, well, I’m likely not going to care if you want me to stop.“ She grinned though when he agreed and then chewed on her bottom lip as she thought about limits. "I can control how hard I hit you, so lets do it this way, let’s gauge it by one through ten. One being the lightest I’ll ever hit and ten obviously being the hardest. Now I believe you won’t be able to make it to six, if you can go higher then that you’ll win. Deal?” Sloane really didn’t believe he could take how hard she could hit, but the demon was willing to see.

Sloane really laughed at the next look that Greyson shot her, then just grinned hard at her slaves next words. “Baby, my pussy is magic though all the time,” the demon’s eyes were still closed as she said that, but her lips curled up into a smirk. She couldn’t help herself but to say that and honestly she figured Greyson had to know she was going to go there. She ran her hand down against his back again, before letting out another soft sigh, though it was a sigh of pure content. “Since we’re all agreed on everything, let’s take a long rest. I have a feeling we’re both in need of it. I obviously won’t get up till you do, so sleep if you need to.”

[greysonthomas-blog]

“If I give you my soul, I have to do the demon thing right? Still not sold on that train.” He murmured, more or less bringing the conversation to a close. “Yet.”Greyson nodded his head a bit, “I’m well aware about that. I’ve literally had a panic attack and you didn’t ease up. Rude.” He mused, eyebrow raising at her just a little. “Six?” He wanted to argue that it wasn’t fair, because it was more than half, but decided against it. “Deal.” He said, deciding six wasn’t too bad. He had a high pain tolerance. Or at least he thought he did. 

“Your pussy isn’t that great,” he said, lying, obviously. Sloane’s pussy was the best pussy to ever puss. Greyson nodded his head, relaxing against her. If she didn’t sleep, he’d pretend that she had. He just couldn’t ask when he woke up. But he was definitely going to sleep.

[thedemonnurse-archived-blog]

“Really? So, you’re in a fantastic mood and want to offer me a helping hand? Or is it that you just want to know if there is anything you can do for me?”

[greysonthomas-blog]

“... Both.”

[drxaviermoore-blog]

… I think we’re thinking about two different definitions “take care of.” I’m not touching a claimed slave that isn’t my own.

[greysonthomas-blog]

..You’ve confused me. I didn’t ask you to touch me -- do you even listen to me?

[thedemonnurse-archived-blog]

“Today is honestly your lucky day. I happen to be in a fantastic mood, so what is it that I can help you with?”

[greysonthomas-blog]

“Funny, I was gonna say the same thing to you.”

[thedemonnurse-archived-blog]

“You do realize I have your dick and your trust, right? Like I’ve had both since I claimed you?” Sloane pointed out right back, her lips curling slightly though as she watched his head tilt to the side like he was obviously in thought. Her brow lifted though at Greyson’s suggestion and she had to admit she was impressed and it was a good one. It’s where her mind had gone to for a moment, but she still did her very best not to push past her slaves boundaries. “Alright, I’ll agree to that. So if you win you get complete control over me for two hours so long as it stays strictly sexual. I will listen to you and let you do whatever and be completely submissive. But if I win, we go to my playroom and I can do whatever I want to you in there with no safe word, you have to completely trust me.” She wouldn’t make it like a punishment, she was all about keeping the things she did for pleasure away from what she punished with, but it wouldn’t be anything like what they normally get up to either. “If you agree to that, we just have to decide what the limits are for you to win, or for me to win.”

Sloane just laughed at the look that Greyson was giving her, she had mostly said what she had just to see him react. “I don’t know, your dick felt pretty magical when I was riding it, just saying. Obviously since it gives you so much trouble, it’s only magical for me.” She said it all with a straight face, attempting to give the illusion that she was being serious. The demon was really dead set on resting now, it’s not that she wanted to sleep, she just wanted to relax on her very comfortable bed and just rest. She made a pleased sound when he pressed into the kiss a little longer, then tilted her head back enough so he had plenty of room to rest against her neck. Sloane was very comfortable like this and had no problem with spending a few hours in this exact position, especially if Greyson fell asleep. Honestly, the demon figured that he needed the rest right now just as much or if not more than her, so she wasn’t moving from this bed anytime soon, so long as he was with her.

[greysonthomas-blog]

“Yes.” He mumbled, half pouting. “But it isn’t my soul. You never clarified you couldn’t have it before.” He pointed out. Greyson watched her face, trying to figure out what she was thinking about. Greyson wasn’t the most adventurous, but a part of him had plans. Ideas that could only be executed if Sloane let him do what he wanted. She owned him and could always turn the tables around. He imagined once they bet it, it’d become a common betting bargain tool thing. “I don’t think we even have a safe word.” He mused, before nodding his head. “I agree to it. How do we dictate levels of limits? Like, how do we go about saying how far ... far is, or something?” Greyson was king of terminology today, obviously.

The done face only evolved into a ‘really fucking done’ face. Which was even more impressive. But in that logic, your pussy would be magical. For me, only, duh.” His mind had drifted slightly and he was considerably less concerned about Sloane. But it’d been a long day and long, emotional days exhausted him. He wasn’t sure if Sloane would sleep as well, but he figured if he did, she’d be forced to stay there until he woke up, which was almost just as good.

[thedemonnurse-archived-blog]

“It’s not cliche, the only thing a demon likely wants is a soul, Grey,” Sloane just rolled her eyes after saying that, giving him a look that clearly stated she thought he was being ridiculous with that line of thought. Even though she knew he was teasing, the demon couldn’t help herself. He was right though, money was a waste for both of them and food wasn’t his go to like some people. If Sloane was honest with herself, her slave was pretty much spoiled rotten so he really didn’t need anything, nor did she. “Aside from your soul I can’t decide a single wager that would benefit me and not you, or vice versa. I guess we’ll just have to test your pain tolerance with no bet at all.”

Sloane smiled at the soft kiss against her check and just hummed at his words before speaking.  "You don’t know that, your dick might be magic and just what I need to help me. We’ll never know though now, I hope you’re happy with yourself,“ the blonde teased.  She was just teasing as well, while she’d likely never turn down sex with Greyson, she wasn’t exactly in the mood really. Maybe it had something to do with what she had just gone through, or maybe she just truly wasn’t in the mood which happened from time to time. But that didn’t stop her from wanting to tease her slave, but teasing him was her favorite past time. Sloane just opened one eye when Greyson moved on top of her, but then closed it again as her lips curled into a smile. The demon wrapped an arm around his back again, running her hand smoothly down it again as she snuggled down against the bed even more. "Tomorrow sounds good, it’s a date,” the demon said softly, lifting her head up to press their lips together again, before settling back down.

[greysonthomas-blog]

“You want my dick,” he pointed out, returning the look. “There’s no soul in my dick. You also want my trust. But I suppose there’s a bit of my soul in that.” He said, head tilting mildly to the side. They could auction up sex. “That’s boring. If I win, I get to do whatever I want to you. Unless it’s obviously really uncomfortable for you, but that’s not what I’m aiming for. For two hours. You have to listen to me and let me do whatever. I’ll be honest when I say I’m thinking about sex, so it isn’t like some weird public role reversal thing I’m going for. And then you think of something for you.” He said, nodding his head. They were both actively aware Sloane could do whatever she wanted to Greyson at all times, and he wasn’t likely to go against her. But he did want his half. 

An eyebrow rose on his forehead, giving Sloane the ‘I’m done with you’ look. It was kind of impressive with how absolutely done he looked. “My dick isn’t magical. If you knew how much trouble it gave me, you’d know that.” He smiled softly nonetheless, knowing she was just pouting. But he really did think it was in her best regards if they waited. He smiled into the kiss, leaning into it a bit longer before dipping his head down to rest into the crook of her neck. He’d probably fall asleep this way, and he was okay with that. It was reassuring to know that Sloane was close to him.

[thedemonnurse-archived-blog]

Sloane frowned for a moment at his serious tone, but she wasn’t really upset by what he was saying, in fact she understood what he meant. “Same here, really,” was all she ended up saying though, because that pretty much covered it. The demon enjoyed having him around now, liked that he was her slave and she liked that he was currently in her life. But that could change instantly if he did something that disrespected her in anyway and betrayed her. Respect was something that was very important to her, it was the reason why she had went after August after all, his lack of respect for her claim. So she tended to take any kind of offense in that nature none to kindly.

The demon lifted her brow slowly at his words, her lips curling up into a smile. “Alright let’s make a bet then, but what shall we wager though?” Since they really hadn’t done any sort of pain play, she wasn’t really sure what his limits would be. Any punishment she had given him so far had been hitting him (so to speak) where she knew would hurt the worse. She rolled her eyes at his comment about owning someone else, huffing out softly. “One mouthy human is enough, truly,” giving him an amused look at his wicked grin. Sloane raised her brow again though at his last words before making a face at him. She knew it wasn’t his fault, he was still having some issues from the event, so she wouldn’t tease about that, but she would make a comment about the last part. “Sex is supposed to heal you know, just saying. But I guess I can go one more day without.” She pouted a little, though she didn’t really mean it and shifted her body so she could lay back against the pillows again. Sloane didn’t bother to get under the covers, she just closed her eyes as she hooked an arm under her head before speaking again. “We’ll just rest then.”

[greysonthomas-blog]

He knew that they were both on the same terms, and likely had similar restrictions. But it was probably in their best interests if they didn’t bring them up. In his opinion, bringing up things made it likely to happen. So long as they all out respected one another, no incident should arise that would make them do a complete 180 and hate each other. That, and Greyson was always vocal if there was a problem. They could talk it out if something arose before it escalated into some major thing.

Greyson hummed, shifting a little so he was facing her a little more. “What do you want to wager? And don’t say my soul because that’s far too cliche.” He was completely teasing her at that point, but was genuinely trying to thing of something they could wager. “Money’s a waste. Can’t really bribe me with food. I can’t bribe you with literally anything. So, what do you wager with a demon?” His question was inquisitive. He was curious. “Yeah, but when you heal on your own, I don’t think sex is going to help much.” He said, leaning in to kiss her cheek gently. It was that, and he wasn’t quite sure he could get it up knowing what she’d gone through only hours before. Okay, he definitely could, but it wouldn’t feel right. “Tomorrow.” He promised her, scooting closer and taking his old place back, laying on top of her.