#bailey ft asher

[misaligncd]

status: closed

for: @exsanguinatc

"bailey! bailey! where are you?" called out a voice, making her head lift. her day had been a long one as far as work went. though it meant that she was good for the month as far as money went. since she had worked hard, it meant blowing off some steam at the bar. that was how she had ended up on some rando's lap while he bought her drinks. at least until she realized that someone was looking for her," i've been sitting in the same place for the last thirty minutes! what?" she realized it was a friend of hers who worked the circuit and was being trailed by some guy," there's this guy here who wants to meet you, says he saw you on insta, you will not believe where he flew from!" bailey's head tilted as she took him in before she climbed up," so are you going to tell me where you flew in from? and what makes me so special to you?"

[exsanguinatc]

@misaligncd said: [ PUBLIC ]: sender and receiver have sex somewhere public. bailey & asher

Less cringy nsfw prompts. (accepting)

"Hold it together." He ground out into Bailey's ear, though he didn't make it easy when he punctuated the command by dragging her hips back to sheathe himself inside her fully. "You're being so obvious." But he only made things worse again, snaking a gloved hand up her front to take hold of her neck. Asher didn't much care if people saw. He didn't care if everyone in this stupid club knew that he was balls deep in the pretty brunette perched in his lap. After all, she was his to expose, his to show to the world however he pleased whether it was on canvas or under the lights here.

But he didn't want to get kicked out. This was her reward. She'd been bugging him about them having a night out instead of him keeping her holed up in the studio until the sun rose. He hadn't bothered responding until her bugging him had turned sweeter. Once she'd learned to entreat, to beg, he'd given her what she'd asked for. He'd even given her a few songs on the dancefloor before he'd dragged her back to the table. Depriving her had paid off. Keeping her wanting left his muse so ready for him. But he'd been ready, too. Asher had barely had much control himself. There had only been a few moments between him pulling her back into his chest, tugging her skirt up, and dropping her down onto his cock. "You can take it." He rolled his hips into her again, hissing at how tight and wet and fucking warm she was. "Be good and take it for me."

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Shaw Pack Headcanons (Ft Sam)

I have like 3 more of these ready to go but I’m gonna release the Solaire Clan headcanons next

- Angel always wears a bow somewhere on their body, a way of saying they’re “A gift waiting to be unwrapped by David”.

- David doesn’t play Uno by house rules, he plays it by the rules on the box and whatever new rules the official Uno account tweets out.

- Sweetheart always dresses as a ghost for Halloween.

- Baaabe does the Hispanic Mom cliche of waking up early in the morning on Sundays and blasting Spanish music to polish and clean the house.

- Tank wears crop tops to show off their abs.

- David does not crack his back or neck often, so when he wants to seem intimidating to an enemy, he cracks his joints and they sound SHARP. This usually wards off opponents.

- Baaabe doesn’t believe in vacuuming. To clean dust off the floor, they take a paper towel, wet it, and scrub the floor manually.

- Asher also hates vacuums so this helps.

- When Milo called Baaabe and Angel to the stadium during Inversion, they carpooled to the stadium with Angel’s car. They didn’t make it at the same time because Angel had to find a parking spot and Baaabe was impatient.

- Milo and Tank are those friends that insult each other as a love language, but 10x.

- Asher told Arden about the “Davey” situation, and she called him that once. She was banned from pack meetings for 3 months. When she called him “Davey” during the Moonbound Solstice, he threatened her as a reminder.

- Christian and Amanda were high school sweethearts, they were just good at hiding it until they began the intimacy.

- Baaabe suspected Asher was a werewolf, and tricked him into transforming as one.

- They told him they were going to the store, and hid behind the door to the kitchen. They then put a fully cooked steak on the top shelf that neither of them can reach.

- He transformed into a wolf and jumped to get it, Baaabe genuinely didn’t believe that worked.

- Angel did the same thing, it didn’t work with David.

- Milo and Sweetheart were in the same elementary class, neither spoke to each other, but they have gotten into altercations.

- David can do that thing where he individually flexes his pecs.

- Bailey and Sam mock each other, neither believe the other’s accent is real.

[pagesupinflames]

last night i blacked out in my car. and i woke up in my childhood bed. (pt.1)

(seven years on testosterone, an eternity of sibling love, and a million tears shed over someone that was once thought to be gone forever; someone who had changed completely).

— a sam and transmasc sweetheart sibling renunciation fic ft. my ver. of all the pack listeners (also maybe ooc sam ?? it’s been a while i miss my cunty southern man)

“repeat who’s all gon’ be there again?”

marcy sighed. was sam always this curious or did he just wanna piss her off today?

“david. his mate, willow. asher. mate, kato. milo. ray. amanda. christian. arden. bailey. kelsey. ansel. there’s too many of the fuckers to actually list off their names all at once, but those are the main guys. again. got it?” the wolf listed off in a stern voice laced with annoyance, counting with her fingers at every name said. of course, she wasn’t truly annoyed with sam— but she’d never admit that out loud.

after repeating the names in his head once more (as if he hadn’t done so thirty-three times in the past hour), sam raised an eyebrow at marcy.

“and ray is who again?”

“milo’s mate. are you good now?”

recalling the man, he nodded his head, cutting the engine as he made his way out of the car. he was only a couple steps out before he turned back around to open marceline’s door for her.

she scoffed at him, biting her lip in an attempt to keep her composure from faltering as she hopped out of her seat — unaware of the slightly smug grin sam shot behind her back as they both began trailing towards the cabins.

———————————

raymond sat on one of the coolers next to milo, red solo cup in hand as he quietly observed the atmosphere that surrounded him. voices. people. he’s already met all of them.

he knew he was going to meet someone new today. marceline’s mate. mate? boyfriend? friend she’s fucked? friend with benefits? milo didn’t really specify, possibly because he didn’t even know himself — but no matter the title, ray prepared for their arrival. partially because he wanted to see marcy again (friend crushes were weird), partially because he was curious about this new guy. vampire. his curiosity peaked.

his thoughts were interrupted by a gentle nudge on the shoulder from milo, who smiled at him and motioned towards a random direction in the giant cabin full of people. ray’s gaze followed the gesture, a familiar head of wild, wavy blond hair seen from afar bothering another set of blond hair, this one nearly styled and darker than the beta’s. ray ignored the pit growing deep in his stomach that triggered his gag reflex.

“ash ‘s shootin’ himself.” milo commented, jutting his thumb over at the (awkwardly conversing) blond pair with a sly grin, slightly easing the tension (keyword: slightly). “wanna go make fun o’ him?”

ray let out a chuckle at the straightforward question, standing with a mirroring smirk. “that’s all you. ‘m no instigator.”

milo playfully rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around ray’s waist before pulling him in to go embarrass asher even more than he was doing himself.

and with each step ray took side by side to milo’s, he felt himself growing weaker; sicker. like he had swallowed an apple seed and it just now started to grow into a sapling in his abdomen. each step was a new emotion. nostalgia. longing. betrayal. relief. anger. was it asher he was feeling this way about? but ash didn’t do anything. why were his knees starting to give out from underneath him?

“you stickin’ your foot in it already, ash?” the curly haired wolf questioned in a teasing tone as he approached, keeping ray close.

asher stammered at milo’s ask, already deep enough in eating shit. “u-uh.. mmaybe? ahah…”

the beta paused, exasperatingly gesturing back and forth between the other blond and the power couple. ray looked up with a friendly smile. then the smile dropped. the sapling grew into a full-grown tree, and he was back to being a kid again.

“sam, milo and ray. ray and milo, sam.”

his name was sam.

“sam.”

“sam.”

“sam.”

“sam?” sarah lynn called out, rubbing her tired eyes as she held her blanket close to her body. it was cold out. the heater was broken again. and her older brother was crawling out of his window.

“where’re you goin? are you leavin?”

samuel was frozen in place when her tiny voice hit his ears, his plans being thrown out of the window he was escaping out of at her questions. always curious, was what she was.

he didn’t look back at her. and that hurt him most. he didn’t look at her becuase if he did he would never be able to leave. leave her behind in this haunted house.

“i don’t want you worryin’ about that, lynn.”

“but i am worryin.”

his breath hitched in his throat. he had to physically grab his chin in order to not look at her. do not look at her. look now and you never leave.

with a shaky breath, sam held his tongue to simplify the words that would be an entire journal worth of paragraphs that he wanted to say to her.

“don’t. be a good girl, ‘kay? be good. i-i’ll.. i’ll come back. for you. i promise that. you gotta promise to be good, you swear? i’ll—“ the accent croaked, and sam sniffled into his inner sleeve.

“i’ll come back for you, sarah lynn, i promise. i’m comin’ back. i’ll love y.. you always, yeah? no matter what you do, i love you. a lot.”

his words didn’t make sense to her. so he was leaving. and he wasn’t taking her with him. why? she could pack quickly. she could fit all of her things in a grocery bag. she could go with him. they could stay close like the other brothers and sisters at school.

but she was like sam in that sense. sarah lynn bit her tongue.

“i.. love you too, sammy.”

he repeated his past words. “swear you’ll be good?”

the six year old girl let out a breathy sigh, heavy and thick from the tears swelling in her eyes. “mhm. i swear.”

at sarah lynn’s oath, sam pressed his lips together, pinching his eyes to wipe his sorrows away before nodding in response, dropping his belongings down the second floor window.

“good.”

and then he jumped out.

and he never came back for her.

“pleased to meetcha.”

“i’ll come back.”

“likewise.” milo smiled at sam, only to pause at his mate’s paled face in his peripheral vision.

springing to attention, he squeezed ray’s waist, his reaction immediately being to squirm away at his touch and curl in on himself. eyes dead set on sam. sam.

sam.

his tone came out worried, confused as he turned to face his mate with a frown of concern. “sweetheart? are.. you okay?”

“i..” ray swallowed, just now realizing the blond was staring right back at him. same look. different eyes. new face? new person?

old face. dead stories. dead brother. dead name.

“i have to go to the bathroom.”

[emzeciorrr]

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[misaligncd]

@exsanguinatc sent: " you look so pretty like this. "

pairing: bailey & asher

from: nsfw prompts (less cringy edition) (still accepting)

"like this?" she breathed, nearly struggling to cling to the very last shred of her composure. bailey still didn't understand whatever their connection was. though that hadn't stopped her from fully diving into it head first. she had no idea what had spurred him on right then. since the dress he had asked her to wear was more modest than her every day outfits. she was perched on his thigh and his painting had been put to the wayside. though his hand had delved between her thighs and his other hand was resting on the back of her neck. she had no choice but to look him in the eye as she nearly clawed at his chest," holy-fucking-oh my god." she was normally able to keep herself in check but he was different," i thought-thought you had to focus on your work."

[misaligncd]

bailey normally wasn't someone who hesitated. especially since her whole approach of just jumping in with everything, had worked. she could see the amusement on asher's face. her nose crinkled and she could only shrug," i mean, i guess?" she knew that brand deals were a good thing. she just wasn't sure if it was a good idea or not," you want me to try them on?" she was going to grab the package off the table," i don't know if it's me being insecure, i know i can pull this off but i'll try a few on and you can let me know what you think?"

As justified as her hesitation was, Asher couldn’t help but look at Bailey with humor in his gaze. She’d never struck him as someone who second-guessed her moves. “Isn’t that what’s important? That they want you?” It could sound patronizing, but it was also realistic. He knew what it was like to work for brands he didn’t give a fuck about, even if admittedly none of them demanded he get in similar outfits. “Why don’t you try ‘em on? And then, if you’re feeling real insecure about this, we can always call and say no. I’ll pretend to be your manager and everything.”

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Shaw Pack Headcanons Part 4 i think (INVERSION EXCLUSIVE EDITION [Ft. Sam])

I only listened to each Aftershock video once bc they make me cry so if any of these hcs were debunked in those vids PLEASE tell me

Also in another part of these hcs I said that Baaabe and Angel carpooled to the stadium so that’s why all four of them drove back in the same car okay enjoy

- Christian wholeheartedly believed he would die during Inversion.

- Tank was doing security during the Inversion, but they were scheduled to work inside the school, so they heard what was going on via Lasko’s announcement

- When they heard, they ran to the ward while shifted, and headbutted the ward. They kept punching and clawing at the ward while yelling incoherent words. It took Milo and Sweetheart pulling them back and explaining the plan to calm them down. By the end of it, their knuckles were bruised and bleeding, and tears were flowing down their eyes.

- They were more angry with themselves than they were with anyone else. They were the one who volunteered to work inside the school, and they were slacking off. They keep cursing themself out for sleeping under the staircase while their entire pack and Sam were fighting for their lives. They believe they could’ve done something, or protected more people if they were inside.

- David considered disbanding the Shaw Security company, Angel had to convince him otherwise, because he’d regret it in the end.

- Sweetheart thought Milo would die when he used his core to break the ward.

- When Tank and Sam got home, he broke down immediately in their arms. They spent that night on his reclining chair just staying in each other’s embrace.

- Christian and Arden refused to split up. No matter how many times they were told they’d save more people that way, neither budged.

- Sweetheart tried to phase through the ward to see if everyone’s okay, but couldn’t.

-David and Asher tried to text Baaabe and Angel, but the messages couldn’t go through. It wasn’t until an hour after everything happened that Baaabe and Angel got the text, and they nearly cried reading them.

- Baaabe bought the wedding ring 2 days after the Inversion. They never wanted to lose the chance to propose again.

- Sweetheart broke every traffic law possible when Milo called all panicky.

- Angel cried so much when they saw David made it outside the ward that they couldn’t see and drive back home. Baaabe had to drive the car with Asher riding shotgun.

- Tank saw the Closeknit ad before Milo told them about it, and broke their laptop in half midway through the ad.

- Kelsey wasn’t with the pack during Inversion, so when she heard about what happened, she immediately booked a flight and called Christian and Arden non-stop.

- Angel strained their voice and had to drink tea for a week with how much they were yelling.

- Baaabe was crying too, but it was easier for Lasko to comfort them because they were more willing to listen.

- When the ward fell, Baaabe and Angel stuck together and ran into the crowd, asking if anyone saw any wolf shifters around that were a part of security.

- Tank refused to show up to the award ceremony for the Shaw Pack. Half was for hatred of the Department, the other half was them believing they didn’t deserve it.

- Baaabe found Asher’s chest scars endearing about 7 months after Inversion. It reminds them he’s still there.

- Angel was making cupcakes before they got Milo’s call, to celebrate a “successful job for the Shaw Pack”. When Angel and David got home they told him they had to fix something in the kitchen before they’d join him in bed.

- They threw the cupcakes out the window and sprayed Febreeze everywhere.

- Bailey felt horrible that she wasn’t there for them when Inversion happened, -and didn’t go to any pack meetings or Solstices the next year.

- Milo was worried, she went NC with everyone, and he had to find out where she lived to talk about it.

Taglist: @vidiawinter360 @ilovedavidshaw

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Shaw Pack Hcs Part 4 (i think?) (Ft. Sam)

These are 3 pages long on Google Docs wow um

- Tank has smoked once, but didn’t exactly get into it.

- Asher and Christian put things they KNOW Milo will need on the top shelf of whatever house they’re in.

- Baaabe has freckles. Whether they're faint, or there’s tons of them, it doesn’t matter. They HAVE freckles.

- Angel may not be able to cook, but for some reason they can really fucking good. Cake, cookies, macaroons, brownies, lava cake, hell, Creme Brulee. They just find baking and cleaning everything up tedious, so they don’t do it often.

- As kids, whenever Kelsey came over with her mom to visit Arden and Christian, Arden and Kelsey would do anything and everything to scare the shit out of Christian.

- The only game Sam and Tank can play on equal grounds with no advantages towards each other is Just Dance 2018.

- Ansel and Bailey work on their upper arm strength more

- David doesn’t shave often, but his face somehow remains slightly shaven? Which is weird because he grows facial hair like crazy.

- David sleeps like a fucking corpse, that man does NOT move.

- Angel likes to shave David’s face when he’s asleep and keeps the hair in a jar under the bed in a box.

- Asher eats Kraft Mac ‘n Cheese.

- Tank LOVES frosting on cake and cupcakes. They lick the frosting off of those mini-cupcakes and eat the frosting first off normal cake.

- Angel used to believe in Herobrine, but instead of being scared or not playing the game until he was “removed”, they’d actively seek him out.

- Sweetheart’s impulsive thoughts have once led them to go tangible while in between a wall. It was excruciatingly painful and they don’t know how they didn’t get split in half.

- Milo would sharpen his teeth if he could.

- Ansel eats Crumbl Cookies, much to Christian’s dismay (he believes they’re undercooked).

- Asher and Baaabe don’t get out of each other’s arms until both of them are awake. If one wakes up first, they just lay there until the other wakes up.

- Baaabe didn’t go into elevators for a week after they met Asher. Not because they didn’t want to see him again, but because they were deathly afraid of being stuck again.

- When he was a kid, Marie would aggressively pinch Milo’s cheek whenever he did something bad.

- Baaabe took it surprisingly well when Asher first admitted  to being a werewolf. Not because they were shocked or in fear, but because it explained a LOT of weird shit he would do.

- Once, when they were a kid, Tank got into a frosting container their mom used to ice cakes she’d make, and ate all the frosting out of it. They would’ve been punished if they didn’t vomit an hour afterward, since it was “punishment enough” in their father’s words

- Madelyn and all of the older pack kids (only girls) would have sleepovers almost all the time. Kelsey, Bailey, and Arden were invited, but not so often since they were younger.

- Sweetheart likes to buy square pillows so it can support their neck better.

- Asher, David, Milo, and Christian would try to sneak in or see what the girls were talking about, much to Madelyn’s dismay.

- David has a vase full of honeysuckles in his bedroom.

- Sweetheart can NOT hopscotch. They’ve tried and they keep tripping by the time they reach 6.

- Angel has once laughed so hard they passed out.

- Bailey likes to blow bubblegum, but it’s hard to pop them. Meaning if they grow too big she has to use her fingers to pop them, but then sometimes it gets stuck to her hands.

- Brooke has seen Bailey get tangled up in gum during a pack meeting, and had to go over and help her, but then he started getting stuck in the gum, until Amanda saw him.

- Long story short half the pack got stuck in 5 pieces of gum until David had to use scissors to cut them out. That night he prayed for a normal pack.

- Sweetheart was once compared to Sherlock Holmes. That’s the best compliment they believe they’ve ever been given.

- Baaabe always has a stupid and goofy smile whenever Asher walks into the room. 

- As a kid, Milo was often left out of fun activities with the other kids. Bailey was the only one that stuck around him when they forgot to invite him.

- I.E: Brooke forgot to invite him to his 10th birthday party, and when Bailey found out, she and her parents took him to Six Flags.

- Other than the literal stealth in the pack, Brooke is the most stealthy member of the Shaw Pack. He can stop breathing for up to 5 minutes and cloak his aura enough for any normal empowered person to not sense or notice him.

- Tank has put mentos in coke and shoved the bottle in their mouth, Milo had to snatch the bottle from their hands after soda started spraying from their nose. Asher gave them 20 bucks to do it.

- David would stay up until 2am studying for ANY test they were given back in high school.

- Asher tried getting a tattoo in high school and told David, but David said if he ever finds a tattoo on him, he’d tell Asher’s parents immediately.

- Arden is the reason unempowered people in Dahlia believe wolves howl during a full moon. She makes sure that during ALL full moons, she’s at the highest peak possible in the town, shifted and howling as loud as she can. Only Christian knows she’s the one doing it.

- Tank has forgotten to put water in a cup of noodles once before microwaving it.

- Sweetheart has scared Baaabe before and this led to Baaabe cursing them out in a different language.

- Angel had braces from elementary school to high school, and keep unknowingly licking their teeth.

- David is NOT flexible, that man is as stiff as a floorboard.

- When Tank and their family first joined the pack, Tank was pissy and distant because they missed their old pack with their old friends.

-Milo has said “I’m walking ‘ere!” once, that’s the only reason Asher and Christian say it whenever he’s around.

- Bailey eats waffles with her hands.

- Kelsey and David fold their pizzas.

- Arden used a fork and knife to eat hers once to piss everyone off.

- Asher, David, Christian, Arden, Amanda, Brooke, Miguel, and Bailey have done the cliche “break a window with a baseball” in Amanda’s backyard once. Bailey broke it and was going to come clean, but Christian panicked and blamed it on Kelsey, who wasn’t there. He then tried to backtrack and blame it on Milo, who was in the corner playing with dandelions because they forgot to ask him to play. Bailey got away with it because Amanda’s mom believed it was him due to his lying, and no one backed him up.

- Asher tries to laugh more “cutely” or “manly” but whenever Baaabe says a joke he can’t help but laugh genuinely.

- When David was scolding Tank in “Confronted but your Pack Alpha”, Tank had a scowl on and kept looking at the ground. They didn’t make eye contact until the end.

- Sweetheart can throw it back

- David can be DEATHLY silent when he wants to be. This is why Sam didn’t hear David from behind him during the pack Solstice, despite his advanced hearing.

- Whenever the Sunbound Solstice comes around, and none of the wolves feel good or energized enough to do anything, the mates do everything in their power to pamper and take care of them until they feel better. The only exceptions are Tank, Sam, Milo, and Sweetheart since they’re all Moonbound. In this case, Baaabe and Angel wait until David and Asher fall asleep to help them out.

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Shaw Pack Headcanons pt 2 (Ft Sam)

Pretty sure these are longer than last time but that’s okay

- Kelsey and Arden both cheated off of Christian in a VERY important exam in their last year of high school, causing all 3 to get in big trouble

- Angel twerks

- Baaabe and Angel worked the same office job, and were best friends ever since

- Whenever David is shifted, Angel plays the “Let me do it for yew” sound on TikTok

- Asher sticks his head out the car window whenever Baaabe is driving

- Milo used to own a piggy bank as a kid and brought it to class, but after he showed it off, someone stole it.

- He was staying by his cubby too (where the piggy bank was), so he doesn’t know how someone stole it from right under his nose. To this day he believes it was a ghost

- Ansel unironically listens to Cbat

- Angel and Arden are best friends

- Christian and Baaabe always roll their eyes whenever Asher does something stupid. The only difference is that Baaabe has a smile on their face.

- Asher was given detention 19 times in middle school, and only ever went once

-David holds his breath whenever walking by someone smoking

- Tank and Milo were forced to wear a “get-along shirt” as kids.

- Sweetheart prefers White Kitkats

- Sam outran the pack during a pack run once

- Sweetheart once gifted their parents a full piggy bank for Christmas

- Milo owned an electric scooter

- Asher loves to yell “I’M WALKING ‘ERE!” randomly whenever Milo is nearby

- Whenever Sam has to go do something for William, and Tank is in a mood, they shift and just pounce and lay on him. This can last for 3 hours

- David can and has climbed a tree in less than 10 seconds

- When they were kids, Tank would tie Milo to a tree, claiming it was a game, then leaving him there.

- Bailey always had to look for and untie him

- Milo and David don’t joke around often, but they’re both hunched over laughing when they do

- Sam feeds Tank “Scooby Snacks” whenever they’re laying on his lap

- Kelsey owns a Wii U

- Milo and Sweetheart have done the “holding both hands and spinning each other around, before one picks up the other and kisses them” cliche after extremely heartfelt moments

- Asher loves HTTYD

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bailey knew that she had certain skills that she could use to her advantage. it was how she had been able to become such a success over the years. she usually could get away with quite a bit but asher already was different. there was something about him that she wasn't entirely sure she could describe. it was an energy that not many possessed but she was sure plenty of men wished they had. otherwise she knew that she would have walked away when he told her to stay put.

he didn't seem to mind when she perched herself on his lap. her friends probably were thinking that she was crazy. the truth was that she was bored lately. otherwise she was certain she would have blown him off. her gaze went towards his face as she wondered just what he was thinking. his hand reached to tuck a strand of her hair and she didn't attempt to bat his hand from her. instead she watched him as he seemed to be taking her in. she forced herself to take a few more sips of her drink.

"you didn't, did you?" she asked, shaking her head a bit. she had the feeling that he wasn't going to let her change her mind about letting him paint her. her head tilted as he repeated that he was going to paint her," i know, you aren't going to let that idea go." she was just waiting to see if he'd tell her. for a few moments it felt like they were the only ones in the room. she was about to bring the glass back up to her lips when he spoke," i did?" he was twirling her hair around his finger and she was allowing it. she knocked back the rest of her drink before she set it on the bar," even if that means flying across the ocean?" she shook her head as she turned all of her attention back to him," unless you count photographers as artists, no." her teeth caught onto her lip as she realized just how serious he was," i hope you know i have obligations besides posing for you unless you intend on paying my bills."

Asher could tell that Bailey was used to being in charge and getting her way. And why wouldn't she be? She was beautiful and charming. People would naturally want to defer to her. Some part of him was curious what she used that for. It couldn't just be for getting drinks form men in a bar. That was too easy. The rest of him, however, didn't care. As used to having her way as she was, she was still compliant. She'd still agreed to be his subject. She'd stayed when he walked away. He hadn't even needed to use words to get her where he wanted. She'd followed his silent command without question. Bailey was strong. Only someone who was stronger could guide her.

He let her think that she was stronger in that moment, let her think that whatever conditions she had mattered. They didn't. He allowed her to challenge him while she still could though, resisting the urge to curl a gloved hand over the thigh closest to him while she spoke. If there was one thing Asher could do, it was control. He could control himself and the world around him. The only thing he allowed himself to do was tuck a dark wave behind her ear so he had a better view of her face. He couldn't stop himself from imagining taking hold of all of her hair though, wrapping it around his fist and pulling her head back to expose her neck. The primal thing within him that he fought every second of every day wanted to own more. It was salivating at the thought of biting and marking to make a canvas of her with colors blooming across her skin.

But he silenced it. "I didn't say I feel like I need to paint you." He didn't hesitate to correct her. She would likely need a good deal of correction. "I said I'm going to paint you." And she'd already agreed to it. He wasn't about to let her back out. She wasn't going anywhere until he was done. "You inspired me." Asher finally told her after a long few moments, absentmindedly curling a lock of her hair around his finger. "Artists don't deny inspiration. We don't run from it. We chase it. It strikes so rarely. Whenever you find it, you do whatever you have to so you can harness it." He tipped his head to the side as he spend a handful of seconds examining her. "Have you ever sat for an artist before, Bailey?"

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already she knew that he was different. he was one of the few that was going to possibly be able to keep up with her. she didn't understand what his motives were, fully. he had expressed that he needed to paint her but that was it. she already knew there was more to it given how determined he seemed. it was clear that he was used to getting his way. that was something they had in common and something she was sure would drive him up the wall. though she had the feeling that he might be overdue for such a feeling.

some might have said she lost her mind by agreeing. she wasn't even entirely sure why she had agreed. it wasn't exactly a normal request in the day and age of digital everything. she was half wondering what he would do as she placed her hands on him. he didn't seem to mind as he praised her. those two words made her eye brows arch up," thank you." she almost wanted to ask if he was ted bundy reborn or something along those lines but held her tongue.

instead she watched him make his way to the bar. she was glancing towards her friend who was still in shock. she merely shrugged and they both ended up laughing. she noticed how even as asher got her drink, he seemed to watch her. her hand reached to adjust the strap of her top as he claimed the now empty seat. she had no idea where the guy even went but she wasn't too sure it mattered. instead she slowly moved to perch herself onto his thigh. one of her arms went around the back of him, resting against the top of the chair. it meant her attention was firmly on him. there was an expectant look on her face as he finally handed her the drink," i'm pretty sure i have some conditions of my own before i step into the studio," she told him before taking a long slow sip," and the first is that you tell me just why you feel like you have to paint me."

That one, he didn't even bother answering. No, he wasn't one for manners. Not until someone earned them. Respect was something that he demanded, sure, but it wasn't something that he gave freely to just anyone. Whether that was fair or not, he didn't much care. Asher had always moved through the world in his own way. He made his own rules and lived by them. Anyone who was going to be a part of his life had to live by them, too. He'd always been an unyielding thing. Those around him bent and molded themselves to his will, and he reveled in their submission. The more they gave, the more he took.

And seeing how spirited Bailey was after only a few moments of interacting with her made him so much more eager to see her submit. He couldn't wait to shape her body the way he wanted and watch as she worked to give him the image he longed for. He couldn't wait to make every inch of her his as he brought her to life at the end of his brush. It was already beginning. Even as she took the liberty of placing her hands on his chest, she yielded to him. She agreed, and he had her. Now he just had to keep her. "Good girl," he praised her willingness. "I promise I'm not an axe murderer."

With that, he turned to make his way to the bar for her drink. She deserved a reward for giving him what he wanted, but his hold was new and precarious. He positioned himself to easily keep an eye on her while her drink was made. The last thing he needed was for her to run off. Once he had her drink, he closed out and told the bartender the use his card for whatever tab Bailey had for the night. This was the last she'd be having. They had more important things to do, and he needed her to be able to focus, but he'd allow her an end to her night with her friend. Once he returned to her, he took the seat of the long lost boy who'd had Bailey's attention minutes ago and patted his thigh so she knew where he wanted her. The closer she was, the more he could look at her. Only when she was perched there did he hand over the drink. "Finish that quickly. I'm getting you in the studio once you're done."

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part of her wasn't sure she understood what could make someone fly across the ocean to meet a stranger. her life was practically an open book given her presence on social media. she could see that there were practically wheels turning in his head. it was evident that he was determined otherwise he wouldn't have gone to such lengths to find her. she felt as if he was attempting to memorize every single detail of her face and that made sense given he had mentioned painting. she was mostly curious and he was different compared to most of the people she came across.

her teeth bit the inside of. her cheek when she registered the shock he seemed to feel. he had thought to touch her freely and she was going to do the same to him. one thing about bailey was that she was going to make sure the playing field was even. she wasn't someone who easily backed down. that was why she even allowed her hand to drop to his shoulder. her head tilted as she wondered if he would even given her his name. she almost wanted to step back up until he finally gave her it," you aren't one for manners, are you, asher?"

bailey barely noticed how her friend was inching over to offer up her phone. her friend was practically a deer in headlights when he seemed to snap. she nearly wanted to tell him to knock it off but she could barely think straight. instead she shook her head to show her friend that it was fine. her head was being turned and all of her attention was being directed at asher. her hands reached to rest against his chest since he seemed to be alright taking such liberties with her. she wasn't too sure what she thought of the entire situation or of him. he seemed to clearly feel the need to paint her and she was always up for something new. she shrugged as she looked him up and down," yes," she breathed," now a drink and promise that you aren't some axe murderer."

He only hummed in confirmation, not offering any explanation of what he'd been doing in Hungary. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered but what he was going to do going forward, the work he was going to create once Bailey was sitting for him. Instead, he let his eyes roam over her face. He wanted to memorize every inch of her. There were already so many ideas rushing through his mind. Asher knew that one piece wasn't going to be enough. No, he was already planning out an entire series with her. He was going to fill an entire gallery with her, replicate her over and over until it finally felt like there was enough of her in the world. Though he wasn't sure he would ever feel that way.

He certainly did feel shock though, when she reached out to touch him. His jaw tightened. The muscle at the corner of it twitched. Asher never allowed anyone to touch him without permission. Those he granted the privilege only got it once he felt they'd given enough to him, when they'd submitted enough, when they'd begged enough, when they'd gone dizzy with need to feel him. This time, he fought the desire to catch her wrist and punish the infraction. Now wasn't the time. He couldn't scare her away. Not now that he'd finally found her. There was too much at stake. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he needed her.

"Asher," came another simple reply. He caught her friend moving out of the corner of his eye. She'd looked him up when he'd first approached to make sure he was telling the truth. She was about to hand the phone off to Bailey. "Don't," he snarled as his head snapped towards the other. That wasn't how he was going to allow her to experience his work for the first time. Through a screen? The thought made him want to grab her phone and crush it in his grasp. He wanted her to see it in person first, to get a chance to feel the gravity of it. More than that though, he wanted her to relent to him on faith alone. Or curiosity. Whichever got the job done. So, there was almost a challenge in his eyes as he turned his attention to Bailey again. He drew himself up to his full height but kept hold of her chin, guiding her face to look up to him. "Say yes, and I'll go get your drink."

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attention was something that bailey was used to. she tended to be a social butterfly but the situation was a first. only because she didn't think that anyone would try to find her because of her photos. she was used to getting some comments but that was about it. part of her was tempted to scold her friend for just bringing someone over because they wanted to see her.

though the second her eyes landed on him, she knew that she was in trouble. something about him screamed danger but there was something else. she wasn't sure what it was but she wasn't going to overthink it. her eyes widened when his hand grasped at her chin. apparently he didn't wait to see if she was going to give him permission. she was a bit confused by the fact that he was wearing gloves, especially inside.

he was leaning in so that their eyes were at the same level. her teeth caught onto her lip at his words," budapest?" that wasn't exactly the answer that she had been expecting. she didn't think twice about reaching to drag her fingers along his jawline. though again he was throwing her for a loop," oh, you are?" she had the feeling that he wasn't just saying that," i'm going to need your name first," she teased," since you clearly already know mine." she let her hand drop to his shoulder," and for you to buy me a drink, jack and coke."

Finally. He was finally going to have her. Time seemed to have been taking longer to move since he’d first seen her. In reality, only a few days had passed, but it had been like an eternity to Asher. He couldn’t remember the last time inspiration had struck him like this. Since the moment he’d first laid eyes on her, the need to paint had been overwhelming. His fingers had been twitching for his brushes, but they couldn’t be satisfied until Bailey was his subject. Even now, as he followed her friend through the bar he’d tracked her down to, his hands were curled into tight fists to keep them steady. The leather of his gloves groaned with the strain, and his fists tightened still as he got closer to her and caught glimpses of her through the crowd.

The rest of the world fell away once she came properly into view though. Not even the man she was perched on top of held his attention. Nothing mattered but her. The camera hadn’t done her justice. They never captured things properly, but the violence done to her through a lens was truly shameful. She was the dream of the old masters Asher so treasured. Botticelli himself would’ve swooned over the softness in her face, her wide eyes and plush lips. Caravaggio would’ve waxed poetic over her being the embodiment of tenebrism, the dark shock of her hair against her porcelain skin. And Asher? Asher knew right then that she was what he needed to finally create something perfect. Bailey had been made for canvas. His canvas.

The wolf didn't even try to stop himself from reaching out for her. His gloved hand caught her chin as he stepped closer and leaned down. So rarely did he move to someone else's level. Usually, he forced others to look up at him, but he wanted to be nearer to her. "Budapest," he responded simply. He'd wanted a change of scenery and hoped that being among the age of the city would spark something within him. It hadn't. Bailey had. Looking at her now with his dark eyes sharp with interest, he was determined not to leave without her. "I'm going to paint you."

[exsanguinatc]

Asher could tell that Bailey was used to being in charge and getting her way. And why wouldn't she be? She was beautiful and charming. People would naturally want to defer to her. Some part of him was curious what she used that for. It couldn't just be for getting drinks form men in a bar. That was too easy. The rest of him, however, didn't care. As used to having her way as she was, she was still compliant. She'd still agreed to be his subject. She'd stayed when he walked away. He hadn't even needed to use words to get her where he wanted. She'd followed his silent command without question. Bailey was strong. Only someone who was stronger could guide her.

He let her think that she was stronger in that moment, let her think that whatever conditions she had mattered. They didn't. He allowed her to challenge him while she still could though, resisting the urge to curl a gloved hand over the thigh closest to him while she spoke. If there was one thing Asher could do, it was control. He could control himself and the world around him. The only thing he allowed himself to do was tuck a dark wave behind her ear so he had a better view of her face. He couldn't stop himself from imagining taking hold of all of her hair though, wrapping it around his fist and pulling her head back to expose her neck. The primal thing within him that he fought every second of every day wanted to own more. It was salivating at the thought of biting and marking to make a canvas of her with colors blooming across her skin.

But he silenced it. "I didn't say I feel like I need to paint you." He didn't hesitate to correct her. She would likely need a good deal of correction. "I said I'm going to paint you." And she'd already agreed to it. He wasn't about to let her back out. She wasn't going anywhere until he was done. "You inspired me." Asher finally told her after a long few moments, absentmindedly curling a lock of her hair around his finger. "Artists don't deny inspiration. We don't run from it. We chase it. It strikes so rarely. Whenever you find it, you do whatever you have to so you can harness it." He tipped his head to the side as he spend a handful of seconds examining her. "Have you ever sat for an artist before, Bailey?"

already she knew that he was different. he was one of the few that was going to possibly be able to keep up with her. she didn't understand what his motives were, fully. he had expressed that he needed to paint her but that was it. she already knew there was more to it given how determined he seemed. it was clear that he was used to getting his way. that was something they had in common and something she was sure would drive him up the wall. though she had the feeling that he might be overdue for such a feeling.

some might have said she lost her mind by agreeing. she wasn't even entirely sure why she had agreed. it wasn't exactly a normal request in the day and age of digital everything. she was half wondering what he would do as she placed her hands on him. he didn't seem to mind as he praised her. those two words made her eye brows arch up," thank you." she almost wanted to ask if he was ted bundy reborn or something along those lines but held her tongue.

instead she watched him make his way to the bar. she was glancing towards her friend who was still in shock. she merely shrugged and they both ended up laughing. she noticed how even as asher got her drink, he seemed to watch her. her hand reached to adjust the strap of her top as he claimed the now empty seat. she had no idea where the guy even went but she wasn't too sure it mattered. instead she slowly moved to perch herself onto his thigh. one of her arms went around the back of him, resting against the top of the chair. it meant her attention was firmly on him. there was an expectant look on her face as he finally handed her the drink," i'm pretty sure i have some conditions of my own before i step into the studio," she told him before taking a long slow sip," and the first is that you tell me just why you feel like you have to paint me."

[exsanguinatc]

That one, he didn't even bother answering. No, he wasn't one for manners. Not until someone earned them. Respect was something that he demanded, sure, but it wasn't something that he gave freely to just anyone. Whether that was fair or not, he didn't much care. Asher had always moved through the world in his own way. He made his own rules and lived by them. Anyone who was going to be a part of his life had to live by them, too. He'd always been an unyielding thing. Those around him bent and molded themselves to his will, and he reveled in their submission. The more they gave, the more he took.

And seeing how spirited Bailey was after only a few moments of interacting with her made him so much more eager to see her submit. He couldn't wait to shape her body the way he wanted and watch as she worked to give him the image he longed for. He couldn't wait to make every inch of her his as he brought her to life at the end of his brush. It was already beginning. Even as she took the liberty of placing her hands on his chest, she yielded to him. She agreed, and he had her. Now he just had to keep her. "Good girl," he praised her willingness. "I promise I'm not an axe murderer."

With that, he turned to make his way to the bar for her drink. She deserved a reward for giving him what he wanted, but his hold was new and precarious. He positioned himself to easily keep an eye on her while her drink was made. The last thing he needed was for her to run off. Once he had her drink, he closed out and told the bartender the use his card for whatever tab Bailey had for the night. This was the last she'd be having. They had more important things to do, and he needed her to be able to focus, but he'd allow her an end to her night with her friend. Once he returned to her, he took the seat of the long lost boy who'd had Bailey's attention minutes ago and patted his thigh so she knew where he wanted her. The closer she was, the more he could look at her. Only when she was perched there did he hand over the drink. "Finish that quickly. I'm getting you in the studio once you're done."

part of her wasn't sure she understood what could make someone fly across the ocean to meet a stranger. her life was practically an open book given her presence on social media. she could see that there were practically wheels turning in his head. it was evident that he was determined otherwise he wouldn't have gone to such lengths to find her. she felt as if he was attempting to memorize every single detail of her face and that made sense given he had mentioned painting. she was mostly curious and he was different compared to most of the people she came across.

her teeth bit the inside of. her cheek when she registered the shock he seemed to feel. he had thought to touch her freely and she was going to do the same to him. one thing about bailey was that she was going to make sure the playing field was even. she wasn't someone who easily backed down. that was why she even allowed her hand to drop to his shoulder. her head tilted as she wondered if he would even given her his name. she almost wanted to step back up until he finally gave her it," you aren't one for manners, are you, asher?"

bailey barely noticed how her friend was inching over to offer up her phone. her friend was practically a deer in headlights when he seemed to snap. she nearly wanted to tell him to knock it off but she could barely think straight. instead she shook her head to show her friend that it was fine. her head was being turned and all of her attention was being directed at asher. her hands reached to rest against his chest since he seemed to be alright taking such liberties with her. she wasn't too sure what she thought of the entire situation or of him. he seemed to clearly feel the need to paint her and she was always up for something new. she shrugged as she looked him up and down," yes," she breathed," now a drink and promise that you aren't some axe murderer."