#carson threads

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He laughs as arms reach around his waist, turning in one place to beam down at Andie, tilting his head with a grin. “What a surprise - I could have sworn you were working today.” He teased the other with a grin. “I don’t suppose you’re interested in finding another way to fill your time today?” Carson laughed, arching a eyebrow at the woman. “I don’t have any workshops or lectures for a few weeks - you can bite and leave as many marks as you want again.” // @xsweetxhallelujah

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Was this really necessary? No, not really, but Carson felt like he could be given some leeway there. The bonds he and Alexia shared - friends, lovers, witch and familiar, dominant and submissive - they were intense, and far reaching, and he couldn’t see him willingly breaking any of them - and in truth, if he was going to be completely honest with himself, there was one more thing that he wanted to add. So, he’d waited until she was about to come home to make sure dinner was perfect, everything complete and staying warm on the stove or in the oven, but not risking anything burning. Instead, waiting for Alexia to arrive, he ended up in his panther form, curled up on the couch, tail flicking as he watched the door, waiting for the tell tale turn of her key in the lock - and when he saw it, leapt to his feet, the transition to human easy and practiced. He paused, waiting for her to enter fully, before he stepped forwards, hand reaching for the box in his pocket, dropping to one knee before he lost his nerve. ‘I had this big, long speech planned out, but strangely enough, I can’t remember any of it, so, I guess I’m going to have to just be straight forward.” He said, looking up at her. “ I love you, and I’m sorry for ambushing you as soon as you walked in, but I’ve been sitting on this question for the entire day, and it’s been driving me crazy. I love you, and I fully intend to spend my life with you for as long as you’ll have me, and I want to make one more declaration of it. Will you marry me?” // @thcblackrosc​

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He’d spent most of his afternoon lounging in the sunlight pouring in through the living room windows, in his feline form, enjoying the warmth and plush carpet beneath him. It was only when the click of the door woke him that he bothered to move, rising to his paws and padding near silently through the hall, coming up behind alexia, turning smoothly back into his human form in order to drape himself against her back, giving a purr like him at her warmth. “Welcome back, I missed you” he greeted, face dropping to her neck, voice rough with sleep. “Did it go well then? You’re back earlier than I expected” // @thcblackrosc

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Carson was the first  male sub in three generations born to the Daniels family, and that wasn’t a good thing. His father had been one of three sons, all dominants, and their sons, his cousins, were all declared dominant after testings in puberty as well. Carson, on the other hand, was certainly not. He’d often been teased for it growing up, and both his fathers and uncles had, more than once, tried to force or teach him how to be more dominating in his life, but only succeeded in destroying his self esteem, and sending him running into the arms of the entirely female range of submissives in his life. The genetics tests had been more of a formality than anything, and almost as soon as the tests had been delivered, he was packing his things and sent to live with his oldest, most distant cousin to finish high school.  Living with Liam had, somehow, been wonderful, he’d discovered shortly after arriving. The man had always stuck out simply for being the kindest of his male cousins growing up, and then for the fact that he’d moved out and never returned for any family occasions the day after he’d graduated high school. Discovering that he’d bene a switch, not a dom, had been a revelation, and the older male was responsible for much of Carsons current thoughts on submission and domination, and for the measure of self esteem and backbone he’d managed to build in the last two years. And, entering university, he’d needed it, campus life having been a shock to the system in the first two weeks he’d been there. Having gone from a life where his submission was hidden most of the time, to being in a place where it was expected, was disorienting, and Carson couldn’t help but be hopeful for the semester long group projects that had been announced in one of the required freshman courses. Each sub paired with a dom as the two learned over the semester, with a test of how far they’d come at the end. The announcement of pairs had taken almost the entire hour, considering the fact that it was almost a fourth of the incoming freshman in their class, and Carson was one of the last few to be paired up, seeing as they were going by the dominant students last names. Indeed, by the time they were paired up, there were only a few minutes left, and the professors quickly rushed through the remaining pairs before dismissing the class. Suddenly nervous, Carson turned towards his partner, giving her a soft smile. “So, I’m Carson, but you probably already knew that. Should we uh- do you have a class after this? We could go down to the student center and talk about this if you wanted” // @thcblackrosc