#p:asher

[darkwinterwinds]

@divinexgods

He wasn’t sure why he had decided to attend the gala, but then again Asher knew better than to not make an appearance. It always seemed to be that when he wanted to miss events, they ended up pivotal to either his work or personal life. It frustrated the hell out of him, but he at least knew it was a sure fire method to make sure gracing a venue with his presence would be worth his time and effort. With a glass of champagne in hand, he began to make is rounds with the guests.

Then his eye caught a very pleasant face, one that at least caused him pause. She was beautiful, and he didn’t know her. More importantly, he hadn’t had the pleasure of her company. He made an immediate intended path toward her, though making sure to acknowledge those he needed to along the way. As soon as he reached her, he elegantly took a step and found himself nearby, though it seemed like she had bumped into him instead. “Oh, hello. Good evening. Asher Van den Burgh. I don’t believe I’ve seen you at one of these events before, Miss...?”

[miss-madeline-beiste]

Kink Safari: Bondage

Featuring: @asherkarofsky with @teddycohenswitch & @miss-madeline-beiste with @rossberry

"Bondage can serve many different purposes," Madeline explained at the beginning of the group's demonstration. "Sometimes, its primary purpose can be function--keeping a submissive safely restrained, particularly when done in conjunction with other activities within a scene. Asher and Teddy will be demonstrating some of the more functional forms of bondage." She gestured at the other two, next to her on the stage. "On the other hand, Ross and I will be focusing on the more aesthetic type of bondage. Sometimes, bondage in itself can be the end goal, and I'm a particular fan of shibari. I have to make sure the knots I use are safe as well, but my end goal isn't to restrict Ross's movement. That's just a pleasant side effect." She smiled down at where Ross was kneeling at her feet and ran a caring hand through his hair. "I'm going to start with a basic harness here, while Asher explains what he's doing. 

While Asher talked through his demonstration with Teddy, Madeline set to work with Ross. She murmured encouragement to her submissive while she tied him up, checking in with him regularly to make sure he was comfortable and not losing feeling anywhere. When Asher got to a pausing point, Madeline spoke up again. "As you can see, I've tied quite a few knots here, but most of them are decorative rather than functional. Still, Ross is getting the benefit of submitting for me, and I'm getting the benefit of Dominating him, even just in the fact that he is kneeling here for me and my hands keep brushing over his smooth skin. Ross, can you tell everyone how you're feeling?"

Madeline held the sub's shoulder while he responded, and she squeezed it when he was done. "Good boy," she praised before continuing on with the shibari she was tying, letting Asher take some time to explain his next knot. 

They continued in this fashion for the remainder of their demonstration, alternating their explanations as they worked. When they finished, Madeline pulled Ross to his feet and gave him a hug before leading him off the stage and getting them to a place where she could untie him and start with aftercare.

[miss-madeline-beiste]

Kink Safari: Aftercare

Featuring: @asherkarofsky, @miss-madeline-beiste, & @thatbeauadams

Madeline stood off to the side while Asher took the lead for the first part of their Aftercare demonstration. She smiled to herself while watching them; it was sweet to see how caring and careful her friend was with the sub, even though neither of them knew Beau all that well.

Once the physical portion of the demonstration wound up, Madeline stepped in. "How are you feeling?" she asked Beau gently. She settled down on one end of the couch and took the bottle of water from the end table. After unscrewing the cap, she handed it over to Beau. "Just a little sip for me, or more if you want it," she ordered lightly. "Then I'd like you to make yourself comfortable up here against me. I know it's probably not going to feel that great to put pressure on certain parts of your body, so do whatever feels best." She waited for him to get into position before pulling a blanket over them both. "There," she said softly, focusing her attention more on Beau now than on the audience. Her role right now was to take care of her sub, not to show off for any onlookers. From talking to Beau ahead of time, she knew how much he enjoyed cuddles after a scene. "You're doing so well," she murmured to him. "We can do some more of this once we're done here, if you'd like. Fifteen minutes certainly isn't long enough, is it?"

[hxndsome-devils]

If there had just been one of them, he probably could have at least gotten away from them but it wasn’t just one Alpha. There were two of them. Both big, and one with a gun. Fuck they had a set of balls on them to grab Wilee two hallways away from Asher’s room. It was the end of a long day, scouting, running around to make lists of what they still needed, and general up keep. Wilee had been on cloud nine the last week. His bond with Asher allowed them both a good reason to keep at each others sides. The feeling of being watched at all times had been on Wilee’s mind but he’d been with Asher nearly all of the time. They slept together, ate together, went to meetings together and on scouts together. Being a part was hard but it still happened now and then. He guess, now, that these two were the ones watching him. Waiting for Asher to be gone because they didn’t want to deal with his Alpha.

“How the fuck do you think this is gonna end?” Wilee growled. One guy behind him was touching his hair. Running his fingers through it, grabbing it. “You going to do whatever you want to me and then what? Shoot me? As if Asher is going to let the murder of his bond mate just go. And if you let me go? You think I am not going to tell him. Kill you both myself?” He snapped looking at the man behind the gun trained on his head. 

The Alpha laughed. His name was Jake, and the other guy was Darren. They were just high enough up on the food chain to have weapons. “We don’t think Ashers gonna want a used up Omega after we’re done.” Jake explained as he pulled Wilee’s hair back. 

Wilee’s inner nature wanted him to beg but he looked at Jake, his brown eyes set on the other mans. “I don’t think you’ve seen what was left of the last guy that raped an Omega in this place.” He hissed. “You let me go now and I don’t tell him anything.” Wilee growled before being shoved to the ground. Swallowing his pride as he felt the back of his pants start to be pulled down, he kicked, lashed out and screamed. He got Ashers name out, was half way through help before Darren’s hands were around his throat. It was an awkward angle but he couldn’t hell. He could barely breath. 

@slcvghter

[aidenwinters]

All Fired Up || Asher & Aiden

Most nights lately, Aiden found himself not wanting to go home after the show was finished. He was tired, and fed up, and honestly just needed a damn break from everyone and everything. His birthday was coming up the next day, and a part of him just wanted to get it over with. Instead of heading home after his show (and subsequent meeting of fans) finished, he decided  to head to the gym a few blocks away from the theatre. It was open all night, and there was hardly anyone there past 10 pm especially on a Friday. It only took him a few minutes of changing into his comfortable clothes before he hopped up on the treadmill, starting out at a run to get out some of his pent up tension. He had his headphones in, so when someone tapped him on the shoulder a moment later he wasn’t sure who it could be, so when he turned and spotted Asher there, he let out a small sigh of relief. Part of him thought it might be a fan or someone who had followed him. “Oh, hey,” he said, greeting his newfound friend with a smile. “What are you doing here? Come to join us other losers who don’t have dates on a Friday night?” he teased, raising an eyebrow as he reached over to pound the off button on the machine.

[rosie--holden]

Caught | Rosie & Asher

Rosalie laid on her bed, staring absentmindedly at the roof as soft music played through the otherwise silent room. Vanilla and raspberry scented candles filled the room, helping her relax after the event she had once again endured a few night before.  After a while, Rosie’s eyes slowly closed, but no sooner had her eyelids met, she heard a knock on the door. Sighing she got up and opened it, expecting to see Rory, but when she saw who it actually was she frowned slightly. “Uh.. what are you doing here?” 

ashxrknight

[phoenix-out-of-ashes-blog]

Phoenix was hoping he’d get another female psychiatrist after the last one was a man. The whole situation was uncomfortable, and he hadn’t wanted to say anything about what had happened to him. But when he got his assignment, it read ‘Asher Phillips’. He supposed that Asher could be a woman’s name, but he had a sinking feeling it wasn’t. When he asked the nurse, she told him it was a man. A thirty-one year old man. He hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before the session, stressing over how to answer questions and practicing a realistic-sounding cough in case he had to completely avoid one. When he got up, he found a pair of black sweat pants and the biggest sweater he owned, so not an inch of his body below his neck would show. Even his hands were covered by the too-long sleeves. He knocked quietly, half-hoping he was sick and hadn’t come, or maybe he wouldn’t hear him, and he could leave and tell the nurses there was no answer. 

[bbyviolet]

touch me and then turn away and put your hands into the flame|| Ashdrew Chatzy

Asher was pacing his room, each turn at one end bringing a new thought to his mind. He had to cut off all contact with Andrew, he just /had/ to. It was the only way to keep him from falling for someone and Andrew and Maura could be happy. Together. Besides, what would happen if Andrew found out about his...hobbies? Sure he must have /some/ idea. Asher groaned and sat down in the middle of the floor, too frustrated to go to his bed and dropped his head in hands. All he could really think about were the voicemails, how broken and desperate Andrew sounded to be with him. To /have/ him. But they couldn't. /He/ couldn't. Andrew couldn't seem to get Asher out of his mind. It was like no matter where he looked, he thought of Asher. And it drove him absolutely insane. All he wanted was to hold Asher, make him feel like the whole world was on his side. But something seemed off. Asher seemed distant, but that made Andrew want to know even more. When Asher told him to come over, Andrew perked up. Maybe he understood. Maybe he felt the same way. Regardless of what it was, he needed to know. Before he knew it, Andrew was at Asher's frat house. He let himself in and went straight for Asher's room, slightly remembering its location from their drunken night. Rather than just barging in, he knocked lightly at the door, waiting in anticipation. Asher was still in his clothes from the night before, hardly giving him the chance to change once he made it back from the long twenty four hours him, Callum and Noah had. But Andrew's shirt burned his skin and the more he left it on, the more he just wanted to take it the hell off. He shouldn't have told his friends about it, shouldn't of listened when they told him that it was so obvious he had feelings for Andrew, because he believed them. And he started to feel more attracted to Andrew the more he thought about it. And it was tearing him apart. Asher hardly lifted his head when he heard the knock, but forced himself to anyway and pushed himself to his feet. His fingers shook as he went to the door, hesitant to reach his hand out and turn the handle. When the door opened and all he could see was Andrew, little snippets of the voicemails and past encounters flashed through his mind and he didn't get a chance to stop himself before he was leaning up to kiss him, arms crossing over the back of Andrew's neck.

Andrew Thoughts of the recent weeks raced throughout Andrew's mind. From their initial meeting, he didn't even bat an eye. But the more he got to know Asher, something seemed to spark. It wasn't a feeling he had felt before and truth be told, it scared the shit out of Andrew. He tried to deny it, tried to make the feelings disappear. But no matter what he did, Andrew couldn't shake it. He was engulfed in Asher Lane and wouldn't want it any other way. When he opened the door, he immediately felt relieved. He angled his neck downwards to kiss Asher and put his arms around him. When the kiss was over, Andrew swallowed hard, trying to think of just the right thing to say, "Can we talk?" He asked in a soft, concerned voice. Asher buried his face in the crook of Andrew's neck and his stomach dropped at those dreaded three words. He swallowed hard as he pulled back and shut the door after Andrew. He reached for his hand, brought him towards the bed and sat down. He held Andrew's hand for a second longer till he realized Maura must've held it dozens of times already. He let go. Truth be told, Asher was exhausted. He hadn't gotten any sleep on the ride back to campus and he had been up since, too distressed over the voicemails and the thoughts that plagued his mind. His stomach twisted into knots and he was sure his heart had never beaten so fast before. It was almost nauseating.

Andrew could almost feel the tension in the room. But he was still going to try his best. All he could think about was last night when he was laying on his makeshift bed, just thinking about the way Asher made his stomach twist and turn in knots. Simply the feeling of their hands together made him want to smile, but when Asher broke the bond, Andrew felt a slight pain in his stomach. He sat on the bed, letting his hands rest in his lap. His eyes were full of tiredness from the trip home, but he still managed to work up enough energy, "I-I meant everything I said on those calls. You know I've never felt this way about a guy," he stopped for a second, the feeling in his throat getting tighter and tighter, "And we're so /different/ but that's what makes it seem... Right? I don't know the word." He looked down briefly at the mattress, "Just tell me you feel it too."

Asher parted his lips and he just, he didn't ​know​, but dammit, he wish he did. His hands curled into loose fists in his lap, and all he could picture was Anrew prancing off to Maura acting like nothing was going on between them. It all felt ​wrong​. He looked up at Andrew, eyes wet and face pale. "Only if you tell me you don't feel the same about Maura. You can't tell me you don't feel anything for her," he said quietly, fingers picking at the loose skin around his nails. "I don't want anything to do with you if there's someone else in the picture. It's not right."

Andrew was practically fidgeting with anticipation in his seat. His chest felt heavy as as Asher spoke, but a part of him knew this was coming. He knew sooner or later that he would have to choose between Maura and Asher. While it seemed simple, it felt life altering to Andrew, "I thought-" he started, but began shaking his head, "Sure, yeah, I thought I felt the same way about you too, but you're just-- it's different with you." he played with his hands in his lap, with his legs moving awkwardly, "But I don't know how to tell her. She says she has trust issues to begin with. This will crush her."

Asher nodded and looked away, his focus moving to his door across the room. He knew it would come to this and the last thing he wanted was to put Andrew in this situation. Actually, no. Then last thing he wanted was to be in this situation. He didn't know how relationships worked anymore, didn't know how to deal with his emotions and feelings and the thought of possibly giving up his job was one he didn't want to think about. Besides, would Andrew even want him if he knew what he did in his spare time? "I think the best thing we can do here is just...not be around each other anymore. Because I," he cut himself off and swallowed hard, the words catching in his throat. "I like you, Andrew. I mean, I'm pretty sure I do, but I don't get it. I havent--this hasn't happened to me in so long and I've been with way too many fucking guys to get attached and it just--it doesn't make any sense."

Andrew could feel his throat becoming tighter and tighter with each word from Asher. A part of him wanted to have a repeat of last night when he completely broke down and confessed his feelings for Asher, but Andrew knew to stay cool and collected. That was the best thing to do in the situation, "If you want me to stay away, I can do that. Your happiness is what matters, Ash." For a moment, he could feel his eyes watering. The idea of not speaking to Asher made his body feel numb, "What doesn't make sense? You like me, I like you. It's all right there in your face and you're just gonna sit there and say you don't get it. That's bullshit and you know it."

Asher clenched his jaw and shook his head. His fingers curled into fists in his lap, his nails digging into the palm of his hand as he tried not to get too frustrated. It wasn't really working. He let out a laugh in spite of himself, in spite of this whole situation and rubbed his hands over his face. He fell back on the bed, hands still covering his face. "I'm a fucking prosititute, you idiot," he muttered, ignoring how quick the adrenaline rushed through his entire body. "I should know better than to get attached to someone. Especially someone who's fucking ​straight​. Or so you say," he scoffed, his words leaving a bitter after taste.

Andrew ​Prostitute​. The word rang through Andrew's ears like a bell. Sure, Andrew was fully aware that Asher had been known to sleep around, but he would have never guessed it was to this extent. "But.. why?" He asked, but quickly followed himself up, "I hope you realize that I don't care what you are or do, it doesn't change how I feel. There has to be some sort of separation for you, right?" He rolled his eyes, then shot daggers with his eyes at Asher, "If I was straight, do you really think I'd be in here right now? Get real."

Asher squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his thumbs into his eyes. "I need the money," he whispered, fully aware that his voice would crack of he spoke any louder. Sucking in a breath, he pulled his hands down to his sides and stared up at the ceiling, debating on how much he should tell him. "I only do it for the money. I don't get off more than half the time anyway, but it's good pay. It's worth it." He sat up and leaned back on his hands, his head turned towards Andrew. "You were supposed to be one of them, you know. Just a mindless fuck."

Andrew leaned against the bottom of the bed frame as he listened to his explanation. His brow was furrowed as he tried to process what he was saying. Hell, two years ago, Andrew probably didn't even know what prostitution was, let alone know someone who actually did it, "There's lots of other jobs out there." He bit the inside of his mouth to keep him from saying anything else, but it didn't stop him from sounding like a complete idiot before. Andrew's eyes focused on the bed sheets for a second before he looked back, "Why'd you keep coming back then?"

Asher shifted back on the bed and pulled his knees up to his chest, doing the absolute best he could to make himself small. Small enough to disappear, hopefully. He rested his cheek against his knee and lifted his shoulder in a little shrug. "I'm not good at anything else," he admitted quietly and bit his lip, his gaze dropping to the space between them. "And nothing pays as good as this does. I get a couple hundred bucks in a week. How can I step away from that?" He blew out a shaky breath and turned his head to press his forehead against his knees. "You're not the only guy I went back to," he muttered, feeling the fingertips of Brayden and Blake pull at his skin.

Andrew straightened up his posture, running his fingers along the end of the bed frame. He moved his other hand to quickly adjust his hair, which had slowly fallen from the top of his head to in front of his eyes In a way, he wanted to just hide behind it, form a shield so that they wouldn't have to talk about it, "Are you kidding?" He shook his head, squinting his bright blue eyes at Asher's proposition, "I wait tables and can walk out with $150 on any given night. It doesn't take a rocket scientists to refill waters. Couldn't you try something like that?" His hand formed a fist in his lap and his jaw clenched, trying to hold back any sort of anger from coming out, "Am I wasting my breath here? Because if I am, I can just leave right now. You tell me to come here after I try to get a hold of you, then you try to downplay it. That's real fucked up."

Asher pulled his legs in closer, hiding his face behind his thighs in hopes to block out the anger in Andrew's voice. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice cracking. He shook his head, eyes shut tight as he dug his fingers into his thighs. "I-I can't--I can't quit. I just can't." He had tried alternatives, had gotten other jobs and after a couple weeks, got fired from them for making too many mistakes. For messing too many things up. Sex was the only thing he knew how to do, and do it ​right​. He'd be stupid to throw that away.

Andrew mentally calmed himself down by thinking of ways he could escape this, "Don't apologize." He said in a calm voice, the anger slipping from his body. He simply stood up, pulling up his jeans as he did so, "I get it, you can't. And when you figure out all this shit that you don't get, feel free to call me. I can't deal with this beating around the bush bullshit."

Asher lifted up his head, his eyes wide and cheeks wet. "N-No, Andrew. Please, just--don't go." He pushed himself from the bed and grabbed for his hand, not ready to be alone tonight. "I-I'll quit. Just...please. Stay." Andrew felt his heart sink seeing Asher in this state. When he saw him going for his hand,he quickly tucked both into his back pockets, "Like I said, I don't care how you make money. That's none of my business." He took one hand out, placing it over his mouth, "I don't like being fucked with. And I feel like that's what you're doing. One minute you're acting like you want to be with me, but then the next you're... cold. It's like you're flicking a switch." He said in a mumble, not wanting to look Asher in the eyes.

Asher felt the sheer terror of knowing that he'll be alone tonight creep through his bones, leaving him frozen in place to stare at his own abandoned hand. And he was hit with the cold, hard truth of rejection yet again. He dropped his hand in defeat and stepped away from Andrew. "Fine," he said quietly, his face contorting to keep himself from crying and took another step back. "I'm sorry," he whispered again and bit his lip. Andrew stepped back, swallowing hard as his throat clenched. His bottom lip fell between his teeth, "Okay," He simply stated at his apology. Andrew was shocked at what had turned out. He felt like a rock was sitting on his stomach as he stepped back again, turning his shoulder a little, "I can't believe I considered breaking up with my girlfriend for ​you​ . Asher felt his heart sink to the pit of his stomach and he was brought back to all the times his told him he wasn't good enough. That no one would ever want to be with him, and that sinking feeling came back and he couldn't feel anything. He simply went numb. He licked his lips and blinked his eyes, anything to keep himself from crying and reliving those awful years. "I can't believe it, either," he whispered, tongue heavy in his throat. "Why would anyone ever chose me, right? You made your point," he took in a shuddering breath and without looking at Andrew, he opened the door. "If you're quite finished, I would like for you to go. Please." Asher crossed his arms over his middle, hugging his stomach as he waited for Andrew to leave.

Andrew could already feel the regret of this decision. He did genuinely like Asher, but for some reason, he couldn't stand feeling like he was being toyed with. It didn't click that this was exactly what he had been doing. For weeks now, all he did was toy with Asher and Maura and Fran. Was this what it felt like? He didn't know how to answer that. "I never said that. You brought this on yourself. I was ready to break up with her, to start something with you. But then it just-- shit happens." He crossed his arm, tugging on the material of his shirt, "I'm sorry." He whispered as he walked towards to door frame, his face contorting from this emotional blow.

Asher brought his hands up to clasp over his mouth once Andrew was out in the hall, to silence any sounds he knew he was probably making and closed the door with a soft click. He leaned his back against the door, hands covering his mouth once more as he slid down till he was sitting. He wrapped his arms under his thighs and pulled his knees to his chest, returning to the position he held when he was on his bed, and cried into his thighs. He was so close, he almost had a fucking chance, but like with most things, he screwed it all up and he was left feeling devastated.