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mariposa-v-lopez‌:

“I never said I wouldn’t fuck you, I just have to figure out if having to tolerate you before and after fucking you is worth it,” she returned breezily, tendrils of her hair dancing around her face as she moved with him across the ring. She didn’t need to be able to read minds to know where his thoughts were straying just by the subtle shift in the look in his eyes, and so she drove her heel into his side to make use of the momentary distraction- that had him drawing his focus back with a look of excitement, one she couldn’t help but mirror. 

Perceptive as she was, Mariposa was almost surprised by his reaction to her joking about his name, though she didn’t outwardly give herself away. Touchy, she thought to herself as she skipped out of his reach to avoid the suddenly more forceful jabs. She didn’t press the subject in the moment, it wasn’t any of her business anyway, but she did subconsciously file the information away. 

Blaise’s stomach is as firm as the punching bag she’d been using before he interrupted her, and Mariposa can’t help but feel equal parts annoyed and excited by it- there was no fun in sparring with someone who couldn’t keep up, and he’d been the first in a decently long time to not tap out in the first ten minutes, but she also hated being at a disadvantage. “What are you, a fucking butterfly expert or something?” she asked as she twisted around, her swinging foot making contact with his ass in retaliation. “Where did you learn to fight?” she asked a couple moments later as they moved apart again, both of them circling slowly. 

Blaise snorted as he took the ass hit and maneuvered to hit her with a similar shot.  “What?  Just because I know a fact or two about butterflies means I’m a lepidopterist or entomologist?” he teased her. Blaise didn’t have a particular interest in butterflies or bugs, but he was smart and he just picked up facts.  Also one of the girls he’d messed with in college had definitely been into entomology. 

His feet danced around the ring as he dodged more of her advances and he tried a few on her.  Admittedly, he was pretty impressed by how evasive she was.  He didn’t spar with women often, mostly because they usually didn’t take it seriously, but Mariposa seemed legit and he found that he was actually enjoying sparring with her.  He’d have to make sure this wasn’t the last time they did it. 

“Back home, kinda needed to know this shit to survive, you know?” he answered.  Not that Blaise had a particularly hard upbringing, but being the big guy meant people tended to try and pick on him the most, so he’d used his size to his advantage and made sure that he’d be able to defend himself if need be.  His hardcore training hadn’t started until after college, but that was beside the point.  “What about you?  Realize you couldn’t go all praying mantis and bite a dude’s head off so you wanted to be able to incapacitate ‘em another way?” he teased.

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averychopraismss‌:

She moaned softly against lips. She rolled her hips against, could feel him growing harder against him as she slowly bucked a little faster. She rolled her fingers up and down his arms before grabbing his hands for a moment then letting go. She tugged his bottom lip between her teeth lightly before letting go as she sat to look down at him. Tugging her shirt off, she threw it off to the side before running her fingers through her hair, moving it to the side to cascade down her shoulder. Grabbing his hands, she removed them from her ass so that she could be able to start to take off his shirt.

Glancing at the part of his chest that were exposed, she froze for a moment when she noticed some of his scars. Her brows furrowed for a moment as her eyes glanced back at his. For a second there, questions began to fill her mind. But now wasn’t the time for that; She pushed them away as she straightened up slightly. “Take your shirt off,” she mused lowly, her voice slightly husky as she took her hands away from his chest. Lifting herself off his waist, she moved back slightly and off to the side of him. Her cupped him, rubbing against him for a moment before she began to unbutton and unzip his pants. She pulled them down along with his underwear, glancing down at him as his cock finally came out of hiding. Her eyes widened for a second before she shook herself out of it, carefully grabbing him by the base and leaning forward to lick the underside of his shaft up to his tip, lightly spitting on it before carefully and slowly moving her hand up and down. Her thumb lightly traced over his tip as she kept the steady pace. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she leaned down and carefully began to suck on his balls as her darkened eyes glanced up to look at him for a moment before she continued her work.

Honestly, Blaise was a little surprised at how eager she seemed to please him right now and for a moment wondered if he’d inadvertently picked up a prostitute.  He’d find out after, he supposed.  She didn’t give off the vibe at all, but he wasn’t used to having his cock in a girl’s mouth without at the very least buying her a drink first.  He was far from complaining though, she was gorgeous and from what he could tell, determined to make sure he had a good time.  That and the fact that her hands looked so small in comparison to his cock had him more than a little excited.

He could feel himself getting more worked up as she went on, and after another couple moments, he propped himself up more and brought his hand to the side of her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb.  “Your turn, princess... how about you make yourself comfortable and let me take care of you a little?” he proposed, not wanting to rush her into anything, but if she wanted sex, him busting a nut in her mouth wasn’t going to help with that at all.

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bethanyrob94‌:

“Oof, lots of temperature shock for you then. You get it.” she hummed. Beth thoughts for a moment. “There’s so many reasons I wanted to get into the medical field.” she began, “One being that I wanted to help people, of course. Two, I wanted to make my mom and step-dad proud. They really were hard on me in high school, and it continued into college. I had like no life growing up.” she paused for a moment, thinking to herself. “I mean, not like I have a life now.” she laughed at herself. There was a lot about her life that she could into with Blaise. Like why she had to be so perfect all the time or why she was so guarded, but all of those things were a scary subject for Beth and she wasn’t about to share those things with a man she had just met a couple days ago. She could tell that Blaise was genuinely trying to get to know her, but that was just something she wasn’t ready to do. She wasn’t ready to let her guard down. 

He raised an eyebrow as she mentioned not having much of a life now.  “I mean, that kind of comes with the career choice though, right?  Doctors and nurses are famous for working like... a ridiculous amount of hours and barely having time to do anything else, right?” he asked.  To be fair, he was making his assumption based on all the medical tv shows he’s watched over the years so he honestly had no idea how demanding the actual jobs were.  “Is it worth it for you?” he asked as he reached in the bag for a beer and offered one to Beth.  “Do you see yourself doing it forever or do you think you’ll change your mind somewhere down the road?”

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laid-bear‌:

Bear listens to him and tires to imagine kids…multiple kids…under the age of ten. Or kids at all. The idea kind of blew his mind and he hoped to God that he wouldn’t one day get some letter or phonecall from a one night stand claiming that he’s someone’s dad. That would be the absolute nightmare. He listens and then hears Ryleigh’s name and in his surprise as he doesn’t really listen in detail to the rest of what he’s saying. “Ryleigh Meadows?” he asked, tone very casual…kind of actually fake casual because after a couple of beers, Bear has trouble hiding what he’s thinking.

Blaise shrugged as Bear asked if it was Ryleigh Meadows.  “Honestly didn’t ask for her last name,” he commented, watching Bear and noticing the change in his demeanor.  Before he could say anything though, their food was delivered, and Blaise was winking at their waitress as she served them.  “That your girl or something?” he asked once the waitress had left, focusing on his wings now that they’d been delivered so the conversation wouldn’t be as awkward as it could get if Blaise had actually just fucked Bear’s girlfriend. 

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laid-bear‌:

Given that Bear wasn’t a father and definitely didn’t have any positive men in his life as kid who had been able to model what good parenting looked like, he didn’t really judge Blaise much for the fact that he wasn’t around his kids–he figured financial support was the most important thing anyway. Growing up poor had definitely instilled that idea in him pretty damn firmly. That was one of the reasons he couldn’t imagine himself married, much less a father–it seemed like too much responsibility and he’d spent too many nights going to bed hungry to want to worry about having to take care of a kid. “Sounds fuckin’ complicated,” he empathized, then cocked a brow at him at the babysitter comment. “No shit, seriously?” he asked, laughing a little as he took a sip of his beer. “Good on you, man–Jesus, how old are your kids if their babysitter is out here?” he asked, not really sure how old Blaise was but he guessed about his age. “Is it an ongoing thing? Or is it one of those where…been there, done that, checked the box.”

Blaise snorted as he sipped his drink, putting the glass down a second later and laughing.  “The girl’s about to be four next week, and my son’s nine.  Ryleigh used to babysit my son Sebastian... I guess he proposed to her at one point.  Can’t say I blame him, though I don’t think I’m ever gonna be the kind of dude who gets married,” he admitted, then shook his head at Bear’s question.  “I mean, I wouldn’t say I checked the box or anything... I get around but I definitely don’t just think of women as like... things to cross off a to-do list,” he explained.  “We hung out though and it was cool, I’d probably do it again if she wanted to, but I’m also leaving the ball in her court for that.  Don’t wanna end up being pushy about this shit and coming off as a creep, you know?” he finished, definitely not super answering the question but also Blaise didn’t know if Bear wanted to get into it more or not.

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bethanyrob95‌:

She chuckled. “In Toronto, I was like constantly eating while I was walking and eating from food trucks. It’s just like a city thing, I guess” she mused. Dayton wasn’t a particularly small town, but compared to Toronto it was a big switch for her. Beth considered her diet to be pretty healthy. She wasn’t a crazy health nut but she definitely watched what she put in her body for the most part. She enjoyed going out to eat though, and typically ordered whatever her heart desired when she did go out. 

Beth politely placed her order, and handed her menu back to the server. Beth nodded in agreement. “Ugh, and we got that horrible lake effect snow and wind in Toronto. Miserable. I like the idea that I can walk out for my apartment here and not have to worry about experiencing all four seasons in one day.” she giggled. “What about the weather in South Africa. Hot I’m assuming?” She didn’t know much about the country, but wanted to learn. 

Blaise laughed and nodded.  “Mostly, yeah.  Like... we don’t have four seasons so much as a wet one and a dry one, but the coldest it really gets is like... maybe the fifties.  I used to sweat a lot during the summers,” he joked.  “I moved from there to New England for school though, so it was a big adjustment to make,” he explained, not going into too much detail because the last thing he wanted to do was bore her. 

“What made you want to get into medicine?” he asked, changing the subject to focus on her because as far as he was concerned, that’s what the purpose of going on dates was.  Learn more about the girl you’re trying to bone.  Maybe the thought was a little crass, but Blaise, despite his habits, didn’t like actually being thought of as an asshole.  He wanted people to feel like he cared about them, which he did - to a point at least - and hated the thought of someone actually thinking he was just using them to get what he wanted.

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averychopraismss‌:

“Oh, well with that topic out on the table: how do I know that you’re not some sort of psycho killer?” She tried to bring back a lighthearted tone to their conversation, tried to smile and laugh. But eventually, she sighed and shook her head. “Look, it’s just… I don’t really trust a lot of people, especially not so easily. There’s only really about, four people I trust completely- however, one of them is still a toddler and can’t do much currently. So you asking me to trust you like this… It’s just a lot. It’s not that I don’t appreciate your generosity or anything! I just haven’t put this much trust in someone in a single go in quite some time and I’m waiting for it to eventually bite me in the ass or something.” Shrugging, Avery looked down. Her fingers traced over her tattoo and a small smile graced her lips as she let out a little laugh. “How does that stupid saying go? ‘It’s not you, it’s me’ blah blah blah? You’re all good, I promise. It’s just some trust issues I’m working on.”

Wincing slightly, Avery threw her hands up in a little shrug. “Listen, in my defense: it was either I do it myself or somehow ask my boss to do it! And if you were to ever meet her, you’d understand why I would have preferred doing it myself. God, I have no idea how I’m gonna explain this to her…” That last part was mainly to herself. She tried not to think about it though; It would only make her anxious. She can worry about Dylan later. The brunette pressed her lips together at his words, glancing over at him. “I noticed,” she mused softly, her eyes trailing to take a glance at his torso before looking back at the road. A part of her was curious and wanted to ask about them; However, that was very much so a private matter for him to know and for her to dot dot dot. It clearly wasn’t meant for her knowledge and that was fine. Taking a deep breath before letting it out, she was ready to change the subject. With her good arm she ran her fingers through her hair before asking, “Okay, since we’re going to be temporary roommates for the next few days and I’m learning how to not be so stingy when it comes to trusting people, maybe we could get to know each other or something. Twenty questions or some shit. Humor me. I guess… What was your favourite animal growing up?”

“Hey, I get it,” he told her after her comments about trust.  “I don’t expect you to trust me completely and honestly, I couldn’t care less if you don’t, I’m happy to drop you off at someone else’s place if you want,” he offered, though he was pretty sure that if anybody was actually coming for her, she’d be safer with him anyways. 

Blaise snorted a little as she finally asked her question. “Of all the things you want to know, you settle on what my favorite animal was?” he teased, trying to lighten the mood a little as he drove towards his own apartment.  He hadn’t been expecting her to question his motives, but couldn’t blame her.  What made him a little curious was why she was actually going with him if she seemed to be so wary.  He wasn’t going to go out of his way to pretend he was trying to woo her or anything to get her to stay with him, but he would definitely be a gracious host.

“Probably a mix between a black wildebeest and a white rhino... but if I had to choose just one, I’d go for the rhino because they always reminded me of dinosaurs and I was really into those as a kid,” he commented.  “What about you?” he asked, always a fan of shifting the focus of the conversation to anything that wasn’t him.  As he drove he kept his eyes peeled for anybody that might be following them.  He didn’t actually think that the guy who’d attacked her would be that dedicated, but there was always a chance. 

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ryleighmeadows‌:

“No, please, you’re fine,” Ryleigh shakes her head at his question. She can wrap it just fine without his help and she figures, if he’d been at all interested in learning to wrap properly, he seems like the kind of guy who would’ve done so by now. When she’s given the tools she needs, she sets about preparing the paper first. Using the surface of the table to roll out the brightest wrapping paper of the few he’d picked. “I wouldn’t mind some water, if that’s alright?” He doesn’t have to offer her anything, or worry about being a good host, but the fact that he’s even mentioned it makes her grin a little at him. Setting the box in the middle of what she’s laid out, it takes her a moment to align the configuration before she starts pulling and taping the paper around the box. She’s not some wrapping expert, but she can at least get the job done.  “How old is your daughter turning?” Ryleigh asks conversationally, because it’d be weird to stand there in his dining room wrapping a present for his kid in the silence. 

Blaise makes his way to the fridge and pours Ryleigh a glass of cold water, fixing one for himself as well before making his way back to the table and putting hers within reach.  “Four, and I guess she’s obsessed with this Frozen stuff... last time I face timed with her she was telling me all about how she was Princess Anna,” he says with a laugh.  He doesn’t talk to either of his kids often, but whenever his mom is with them she pretty much forces him to video chat with them.  He can never say no to his mother.  Blaise goes quiet for a moment as he watches Ryleigh wrap the present almost effortlessly, admiring the skill for a hot second before he was distracted by her lips and how fucking cute she was in general.  “I feel like you must think that I’m like, the worst person in the world,” he tells her after a minute, since she probably knew how little effort he made with his kids.  At least with Sebastian.

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alison-haynes‌:

She followed alongside Blaise as they got to his apartment. Most people probably would have advised against her going inside, as the two had met less than an hour prior. But, she was overly trusting. She followed him in, setting her items down on the counter. “Greek? That sounds lovely.” She mused, her eyes gazing around the place. Everything seemed to have it’s place, nothing laying out. She felt a little awkward placing her things on his counter, but felt better when he too placed things on the counter. “You’ll have to lead me there.” She told him.

“Yeah, of course,” he told her, taking anything she had put on the counter that may have needed to be refrigerated and putting it in the fridge before turning back to her.  “What are the chances that before we go feed our faces, I can convince you to help me wrap this box?” he asked.  “And by help me I mean, what are the chances I can convince you to do it for me?” he added, actually going so far as to bat his eyelashes at her as if that would somehow sway her.

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mariposa-v-lopez‌:

“First of all, I’d have to let you fuck me for that little fantasy to play out,” she started, her eyes lit up with the adrenaline of the spar as she continued to move with him, their fists and legs swinging out in a sort of united effortlessness that almost made it look like they were dancing. “Pretty safe to assume I’d win though,” she smirked, though she couldn’t stop the mental image of him growling Butterfly of all things when she made him come- he’d do it too, just to spite her, she could already tell. 

When he revealed the meaning behind his name, Mariposa flashed a quick grin as she brushed her hair back from her face, their movements never once stopping despite the full out conversation- it was going better than the last time they’d talked, so maybe violence really was the way to get her to play nice. Even if it was only temporary. “Your parents named you lisp,” she deadpanned, though the amusement was evident in her dark gaze, “the must not’ve liked you very much.” Clearly the name had some sentimental value that had nothing to do with the meaning, but she couldn’t help the snide comment, it was second nature- she doubted he’d care much anyway. 

Her eyes narrowed slightly when he landed the kick, if only because she could tell he was holding back. As counterintuitive as it might’ve seemed, she’d have much rather taken a serious hit- in fairness, there was still enough force behind it that she wasn’t entirely offended. “Because I’m not a fan of nicknames or pet names or whatever the fuck they are,” she answered simply, shrugging, “I’ve got a name already- do I look like the kind of woman who’d want to be called Butterfly of all things? I’d rather you call me bitch, at least it’d be more accurate.” Darting forward suddenly, moving into his space, Mariposa threw a series of quick, hard jabs directed at his admittedly rock hard abdomen- it’d make it easier for him to grab her, but fighting from a distance put her at a disadvantage when his limbs were so much longer than hers.  

Blaise snorted at her comment.  “It’s cute you think we’re never going to fuck,” he told her, then almost let her get one up on her as he fully distracted himself with thoughts of how good she would probably look spread out naked on his bed.  He almost considered playing nice, but he was pretty sure that would be a turn off for her, and that thought alone had him a little more excited than he probably should have been. 

His expression hardened when she commented on his name again, but more importantly, why he’d been named it.  Obviously he wasn’t going to stop fighting her in order to get butthurt about it, but the fact that he didn’t respond to her at all, save for a few more jabs that were definitely a little more pointedly delivered than the previous ones made it evident that she’d touched a nerve.  He fought through it though, snorting as she commented on the name he’d chosen to call her and flexing as she began her assault on his abs, ignoring the slight pain he felt in favor of preparing for his next move.

“Do I look like the kind of guy who gives a shit what you want to be called?” he asked as he grabbed her and twisted out of her immediate line of sight to evade her punches.  He also smacked her ass before getting in position again.  “Besides... some butterflies are total assholes.  Lure you in with how pretty they are and then go all poisonous on you and fuck you up,” he told her.  Technically he was talking about a specific moth back in Africa, but he wasn’t about to start calling her Mothra or something like that, he wasn’t that much of a dick.

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ainsleyslater‌:

What a good day it was turning out to be. This kind of muscle could scare the piss out of a lot of guys by sight alone. She offers him her business card. “You do that then. Have them call me here, tell them it’s a secure line and anonymity is welcomed. I’m good at figuring out whether or not a reference is legit or trumped up lip service.” Ainsley doesn’t ask for a lot. A potential security worker would prove whether they were a good fit or not within the first two shifts, in the end the reference was just for the hell of it, formality for formalities sake. If you didn’t at least check a little people could think you didn’t care, that you didn’t expect anything from them. And Ainsley had learned long ago that people always gave you as little as they could get away with.

Taking the card from her, Blaise took a moment to actually look at it and nodded as she spoke.  “Trust me, my references will definitely give you what you need,” he told her with a grin.  He was relatively sure that whatever she might be expecting, it wasn’t going to be a phone call from a notorious east coast organized crime kingpin.  Giacomo would do it though, Blaise and his father had been nothing but loyal, and technically, he was still on retainer.  “And thank you, I really appreciate this,” he told her as he pocketed the card and extended his hand.  “Blaise, by the way,” he introduced himself, figuring she would want to be on her way, but also needing her to actually know who the fuck he was if he was about to call in a favor.

[thelostcoastcalling]

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laid-bear‌:

Bear snorted at the comment about having two baby mamas and shook hi shead at that. “Fuck that shit, that’s my worst fuckin’ nightmare,” he admitted, no shame–after growing up with a dad like his, Bear didn’t even want to take a chance at parenting lest he find out that he’s a chip off the ole block. “D’you like being a dad? No offense but that shit sounds terrible,” he admitted, taking a long sip of his beer and shrugging. “I mean, there’s a lot to like around here…” he said, then smirked a little to himself. “Lots of people I wouldn’t mind getting to know better, to tell you the truth…” he trailed off, laughing a little to himself before nodding at Blaise. “How about you? Anyone you wanna make baby mama number three?”

Blaise downed the rest of his beer and signaled for another round, laughing at Bear’s question and shrugging.  “I don’t know man... like... I don’t consider myself a dad?” he answered.  “I’ve met my kids like... a handful of times and like... I love them and shit, but their moms are fucking crazy and don’t really want me in their lives so I don’t have custody of them or anything.  Didn’t know either of them existed until after they were born... my mom keeps tabs on them better than I do and I send them money and presents for their birthdays and stuff, but I couldn’t tell you much about them at all,” he answered.  It was kind of sad, but Blaise didn’t feel overly guilty about it because in his mind, it wasn’t like he’d abandoned them knowingly.  He’d already been gone when they’d been born, and their moms had been the ones to make the decision to keep him out of their lives.  He snorted as Bear asked if he had anyone he had plans of knocking up, shaking his head.

“Nah man... trying to avoid number three for a while.  The women here are hot as fuck though... and get this... one of the girls I met when I first got here was my kid’s babysitter back in New York... freaked the ever living fuck out of me when she told me she recognized me from his pictures, but she’s a little cutie, so once I found out she wasn’t a psycho stalker I got to play out the whole babysitter fantasy scenario” he commented. 

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What do you think of Blaise?

“Pretty sure he’s got a kink for getting knocked around by hot chicks.” 

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“Only you, Butterfly.”

[elysediamond]

Would who you like to hook up with in Dayton? Has to be someone you haven't hooked up with before.

     “Someone I haven’t hooked up with before? You’re severely limiting my choices here. Sex is great, man, and I don’t hold back when it comes to who I want. Blaise. He can drill me any fucking day.” 

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[letsgetblaised]

“What an interesting development!  Feel free to slide into my DMs whenever you want, sweetheart.”

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what's your ideal partner like?

“In bed?  Sofia Vergara fo sho. 

In life?  Not looking for anyone to fill that role.”

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You and Beth? What's good there?

“We do each other’s hair, she’s excellent!”

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Ask me shit.

Blaise

Parker