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Work Ethic || Open
Matt growled, and his arms tensed to shove her away from him, to say no, I don’t want to, but his jaw moved faster, and he snapped his teeth closed on her neck, pressing, hard, shaking his head a little, worrying at the flesh. His hand grabbed her throat, as he broke the skin, and he groaned, lapping at the blood there, the tiny red bead not even getting a chance to well up as he sucked at it.
Hayden was no stranger to pain, to the breaking of flesh and the sensation that seemed to shoot straight up her spine in reaction. The feel of his hand around her throat only shot her higher, groaning quietly as her hands immediately sought out the fastening of his pants to push into them, seeking out a relief to the pleasure that the pain wrought from her. “Fuck,” she murmured softly, worrying at the fastening of her pants in response, neck only stretching to accommodate him more.
Things weren’t the same for Tori either really. Not since that day at the bakery where there was going to be a desserts night together with someone she wanted to be friends with. And definitely not since leaving her past behind her. The girl really did have a problem with vulgarity and really that was an immediate turn off for Tori. She had been around so many men who had sworn at her and used vulgarity to keep her down.. She really wasn’t enjoying that at all. And she couldn’t see a need to in most casual situations. Sure there were times to swear, but they were not most times.
The question was so well worded. Was the girl asking if she was from Kansas or Backasswards. Either way it was very rude and she didn’t want to try to guess the way she meant it. So since she didn’t choose her words to avoid possible misunderstandings she could really only avoid answering the question. Tori didn’t want to assume the woman meant to be rude. So she tried to move past the question.
“Do you have a pet named Toto?” She really didn’t know the reference. Seemingly any start Tori hoped for with her seemed to be a challenge. Tori wasn’t a swearing girl. She was an older woman who had been through and seen a lot of stuff. Sure she knew how to respond in the way that would elicit the right responses from Hayden. It just wasn’t who Tori was, not anymore.
It wasn’t so much the fact that Hayden meant to be rude so much as it was part of her nature. Being a tomboy, spending most of her time around men had shaped her into a profanity-laden brazen woman that didn’t care to mince words or say anything less than what she meant. She knew that most people either loved or hated her, there wasn’t exactly a middle ground, and it was something she was fine with. The bright haired singer wasn’t exactly a people pleaser and she never would be.
The dodge of her question didn’t go unnoted, head tilting slightly in response. “I do not. Do you not know the Wizard of fucking Oz? Seriously? Where have they kept you locked up for the last twenty years?”
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Matt ducked his head, very slightly, his lips brushing her neck. He could feel the pulse, thrumming just under her skin, and he gave a very soft noise somewhere between a groan and a growl. “I… I’m hungry. I’m a vampire.” His lips brushed over her skin again, and his tongue flicked out to flick against where her blood pulsed.
That. That. The brush of his lips and the noise - the words didn’t mean very much to her, for all she fucking knew this was another trip, a product of a high. But what was very real were the goosebumps he raised at the light flick of his tongue and the soft moan it produced. “Then bite me, darling boy, but get your dick in me first.”
Arrival || Sept 4
The profanity shocked him completely he was embarrassed to note. His jaw dropped a little as his eyes raked over the slim female with the bright hair. Surely no colour ever found in nature. He didn’t like it. Or her. He scowled instantly, not warmed by her cheery tone or the quippy little attempt at humour. “A new arrival.” He paused and then continued, “And I would ask that you refrain from such language in my presence in future.”
“You can ask but I give no guarantees, hottie. My three languages are English, some Spanglish, and fluent curse words. Often. Not exactly one to color inside the lines here.” The shock wasn’t unwarranted not unfamiliar to Hayden - most people typically didn’t seem to know quite what to do with her in the first place. “Well welcome to fucking paradise. Literally.”
“And contrary to what you might think, I am neither Glinda the Good Witch nor Elphaba the Wicked Witch of the West. I fancy myself more of a Nessarose, without the inability to walk.” Carissa chuckled softly as she approached the redheaded slave.
“Anywho, I find it much more satisfying the quicker the shock wears off, don’t you? How do you like it here?”
Not one for musicals or books in the first place, really, the reference was lost on Hayden. “A who? Though obviously you have the ability to walk or you wouldn’t, y’know, be fucking walking right now.”
“I’m not that fucking shocked, though. The whole slave thing isn’t new. More that I’m not exactly happy about the locked up 23 hours a day thing.”
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Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text
Text: Fries.Text: I fucking need fries.Text: Bring me fries.Text: Preferably from Rally’s but I don’t even know if they fucking exist here.Text: But fries.Text: Need.Text: Seriously fucking need.Text: FRIES.
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She was like a blur running past him, so quick and so close that he’d nearly dropped the tray of chicken that he’d been carrying from the chef’s lab back to his room. He’d planned to share out some of it amongst his fellow Masters and Mistresses while keeping the rest as leftovers for the rest of the week, since his professor told their class that, once it was graded for completeness and presentation, they could do whatever they wanted with it.
He whipped his head back around at the redheaded blur, then shook his head and carried his food up to his room. Drop off food first, then give girl a piece of your mind, he thought to himself. Once he’d done just that, he came back down and approached the girl. “Yuh know, next time yuh wan’ run pas’ somebody like a bat outta hell, make sure yuh pay attention t’ where yuh goin’. Yuh almos’ made me drop m’ food.”
There were very few things that Hayden held sacred - classic rock, punk, Chuck Taylors, studded leather. And food. As much as she loved all of the others, food was the most present and foremost. The idea that she’d nearly caused someone to drop any part of it was offensive, a muttered curse under her breath as she sat herself up on her elbows. “Sorry. Like fucking seriously, sorry. Food is a big fucking deal, especially good food. But shit, give me more than an hour out and I might not run like a bat out of hell.”
It took her a moment of glancing up and down before relaxing back against the lawn. “Red. By the way. What kind of food, broski?”
“Well I was hoping of going to the Moon Bakery and get some desserts and eat it while reading my favorite book,” she explained to the flame-haired young woman. “Do you perhaps have any idea how I could distract myself?”
“Then shit, go do exactly that. Fuck them all.” Hayden chuckled to herself and shook her head, raising an eyebrow at the question of distraction. “Coming and sex are always the fucking bee’s knees. Whatever you want to do. Distraction isn’t that complicated, darling.”
Tori was just sitting and looking out at the sky when she looked over and heard the woman saying something about Kansas and Toto. “Are you from Kansas?” Tori had never seen the Wizard of Oz and really didn’t know what it was.
Hayden couldn’t help the bright laugh that bubbled out at the other girls question. “No, definitely not from fucking Kansas. I’m not that backasswards. Why, are you?”