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          | i’m here, but am i really HERE?

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            | officially leaving this blog tomorrow, gonna just archive it. probably not going to remake shaw or anything, but if you want add me on dis/cord. it’s ew#0261.

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            | officially leaving this blog tomorrow, gonna just archive it. probably not going to remake shaw or anything, but if you want add me on dis/cord. it’s ew#0261.

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          | debating on whether i want to keep this blog up or not, until then i’ll be on other blogs or you can add me on dis/cord. just ask me for it.

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          | debating on whether i want to keep this blog up or not, until then i’ll be on other blogs or you can add me on dis/cord. just ask me for it.

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         | i’m feelin’ real weird about life now. anyone wanna distract me?

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       | you know, having had someone to talk to every night and having thought they were interested you with your feelings being mutual and all of a sudden they just stop. it’s kind of a bummer and now i’m in a rut again. going on hiatus i guess, because i’m just a sad sack again.

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braccati:

     “ then i invite you to try. go on, pup, let’s see what you’ve got. “

              “you’re already aware of what i’ve got, ren. maybe you should just let me fuck you.”

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braccati:

     “ don’t forget these things are so only because i allow them to be. shall i remind you of my strength? “

          “ren, we all know that i’m capable of taking you down.”

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@braccati | continued.

          “----the kind of order where you’re bent over the bed? or pinned against the dresser?”

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mcbiisms:

     “ i wouldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to, you know this. “ nonetheless, she’s reassured & pulls shaw into another kiss, reaching down to cup the back of her thigh & hoist her up until legs wrap around her hips. this collar thing was experimental at best – while ren wasn’t new to using one on another woman, it was different with shaw. yet another side of ren she’d show to her lover, “ shall we, then? “

           “yeah, i know.” the feeling of being lifted always caught her off guard, she forgets at times how strong renora really is and has been far too used to getting the upper hand lately, “let’s, babe.” her arms came up to brace herself by wrappign around ren’s neck, lips teasing against her jawline line with kisses and nips.

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mcbiisms:

     ren isn’t known for doing expected things, but her worry is temporarily forgotten as their lips meet, but she pulls away & looks to shaw with slight confusion, “ how do you mean? “ was it the implications of ren spending another night pleasuring shaw or was it the idea of ren declaring shaw as hers like this?

          “the potential of having you make me wear this in public.” other than that, shaw was quite excited about it. despite her lack in ability to show such emotions. there was another kiss, mostly to reassure ren. hand giving another squeeze to her hip as she kept their bodies close, nearly pressed together. the agent lowered her voice to a whisper as lips parted, “it is very fitting though. i do enjoy being your guard dog and i would very much like to see where this collar will take me tonight.”

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mcbiisms:

     renora hadn’t expected much of a reaction from shaw – it was shaw after all – but her girlfriends seems a bit lackluster for one at all. “ do you like it? “ it was plain, nothing elaborate except the authenticity of the leather & the gold plated tag of course. “ hm, there is but that comes later. “ still, the mafioso frowns, “ is everything alright, sameen? “

           “everything’s fine. just unexpected.” a smirk started to tug at the corner of her lips while free hand reached out to grip against her girlfriend’s hip, the other leaving the tag on her collar to place index finger underneath ren’s chin. she drew her in closer to press their lips together for a kiss, “it’s lovely. i just don’t know how i feel about the potential this’ll bring later.”

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mcbiisms:

     sharp nail places on the soft flesh under her chin, forcing shaw’s head upwards. it’s replaced by the cool feel of leather as ren clips the collar into place, letting the gold-coated tag clink as it falls onto her throat, proudly displaying ‘ sameen shaw ‘ on it’s front. a wolfish smirk finds the hellhounds lips, “ looks as good on you as i pictured it would. “

         “what’s this for?” shaw didn’t seem to have too much of a reaction, other than the enjoyment she felt from renora’s little touches. obviously it was for her, but she was positive now that her girlfriend had other plans for her. the agent soon rouse from her seat and turned to face towards ren, a hand raising to play with the golden tag adorning her name, “i’m guessing there’s a leash involved too?”

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mcbiisms:

     “ there’s my faithful guard dog, “ a sweeping entrance, elegance & poise & power. she stills behind the seat where shaw sits, hands reaching out to caress jawline, to drag manicured nails across a bare throat. she moves dark hair from shoulders & leans over to press a kiss behind her ear, “ i have a gift for you. “

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          there wasn’t a greeting right off the bat, not from shaw at least. ren has been very sweet to her these past couple of days and where as, it’s appreciated to know she’s loved. it still left her wondering what it was all about. a content sigh escaped her lips when a kiss touched by her ear, leaning back a bit with a glance over her shoulder, “a gift? what’d you get me?”