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THE PUNISHER | 1.08 — Cold Steel

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"That's not—" Her eyes had widened at his words. His words had shocked her. Never did she ever imagine having this sort of conversation with the man, nor did she ever really want to. In fact, it was taking everything in her not to run (well, hobble, most likely) back to her room so she could avoid this. However, she doubted that that would do her any favours. No, it just might validate Dorian's beliefs.

She swallowed thickly. "What... What are you saying? That I have some sort of... feelings for Rhett...?" Even the words felt strange coming out of her mouth. Each syllable felt thick, unnatural. Devi wasn't one for relationships or anything stronger than a good fuck with the same person daily. She never has been. Even the mere thought of a life being with a person felt strange.

Clearing her throat, she finally shook her head. "I can assure you, it's nothing like that. Rhett and I are strictly friends, Dor. Is he one of the people I look forward to fucking the most? Of course, he's incredible at it. But there's nothing more there." As much as she wasn't the relationship type, she was certain that he wasn't either. Which was why their friendship was perfect for each other. "Trust me, nothing like that is ever going to happen. With anyone."

the flash in her eye after dorian praised her did not go unnoticed, but he only smiled and gently tapped her cheek before lowering his hand. there were no house rules that dorian was off limits to the sirens, if any of them wanted him at any time they could have him just as well as they could have anyone else they liked, but devi was different. she and some others needed him to protect them, to look after them, so he did just that and nothing more.

he narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue in a tut, tut as she crooned over rhett, shaking his head slowly. "because you're not talking like a siren, you're talking like a girl who's pining." dorian was laid back, easy going, but he did have to face the fact that he was running a business sometimes. not to mention the implications it could have for everyone else.

"you know i don't encourage any other sort of pursuit. we can all love to fuck someone, but if it's more than that... well, that's when it can get messy. and you know i don't like to clean up mess." he gestured to the bed, using the dust as a poignant example, with a stern yet warm look on his face.

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"I'm happy to hear that." With how hard a worker Nya is and her helping people at all different sorts of hours, they wouldn't have been too surprised had that been the case. The siren smiled warmly before nodding. "Right. Well, I sure hope you'll get some sleep, in your bed preferably, once we're done here. I will not be the cause of you losing out on more sleep than is necessary."

Aside from Dorian and very few certain clients, Nya seemed to have been one of the only people to genuinely care about Devi and the rest of the sirens. That was ready to help them, no matter the cost. No matter what they needed help with. As they followed her, the siren couldn't help looking around. They've always been fascinated by the healer's profession. Coming to her cottage was like coming to a different world. Sighing with relief, they took the herb. "Thank you, truly. You're a miracle, Nya." They looked back down at the herb and thought for a moment. "This is the smart thing to do, right? Considering my occupation and... well, the people who help make it worth a living."

"struggling? no." nya got up from her chair, she truly didn't realize how she managed to fall asleep on that damned chair. "i guess i didn't realize how tired i was today." she shrugged her shoulders. of course, people come to her all hours of the night sometimes so sleep could be a fleeting thing but she didn't mind, never did because when she did manage to rest her eyes, it was always peaceful.

"no, nonsense! come in." nya cared about the sirens as much as dorian did, so of course she wasn't going to turn away devi, even if it was for simple herbs. she opened the door to her home and walked towards her small office that held several medicine and too many books that nya still needed to read. she smiled when saw the herb and walked back, handing it to them "i had them ready for you just as we talked about, just a little bit daily will suffice."

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Dorian's respectful nature had to be one of the things she loved most about the man. He would never pressure her nor any of the other sirens to do something they didn't want to do. It was one of the things that caused her to trust him after he took over ownership. Whatever they needed, he'd provide that for them. She respected that greatly.

That's my girl. Devi's smile grew. No matter what form it was in nor from whom, she was absolutely in love with being praised. Of being recognized for her efforts. As well, it was also good to reassure him that she was okay after her night with Rhett. A night that she couldn't wait to recreate again in the future.

"Thank you, Dorian. I appreciate it." His continuation caused her to laugh, though there was also a reddish tint that crossed her cheeks. "And what if I was?" teased the siren with a beam. "That night was incredible, Dor. I've never seen that side of him before... I want to see it more."

perhaps what made dorian a much more respectable owner of the siren's nest was the fact that he knew when to keep his hands to himself. he sought pleasure everywhere he went and his sirens were no exception to that, but when they needed him to be more than that, it always took precedence. he would step into whatever shoes they needed filled, and do so without expectation of anything in return.

but as devi spoke, a slow smile shaped his lips as the firelight danced impishly in his eyes. "that's my girl." he chuckled, his hand cupping her face for a moment before he pressed a kiss to her forehead. he suspected as much, but he was glad to know that they weren't being taken advantage of.

"you go back to work when you're ready, princesa. though if it's straight back to rhett, i'll start to think you're playing favourites."

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She needed a break from the Nest for awhile. She spent all morning being quite busy and now, she deserved a few hours of respite. While strolling the market and eating an apple wasn't much, it sure was something. Allowed her a moment to breathe, maybe run into a friend or two. Lo and behold, the latter fortunately happened. She noticed Xaden a moment before and had headed his way, her smile growing bright once he noticed her as well. "What, you mean this bread?" Grabbing some out of her satchel, she tossed it to her friend. Taking another bite of her apple. "I believe it's been some time since I last saw you, my dear Xaden. Outside the forge, that is."

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where: the shambles

For devi / xaden

It was entertaining watching everyone mingle, the amount of people who clearly spent an entire day here was astounding. Maybe not astounding, he'd expected it actually, but it was always fun to play the crowd. The fresh air was nice to finally have. He'd been busy making himself working to the bone and earned the day off. Mingling with people and working over a fire took its toll on him but he made the chance to invite Devi to the shambles. A good friend from the past and still to this day. "Welcome to my corner of fresh air. Or as fresh as it gets here. Ive been craving the bread from here."

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"Good evening, sleeping beauty." They had made sure to kept their touch light, yet they still had end up startling the woman accidentally. Their smile was gentle. They've always liked Nya, believing her to be a kind woman capable of many things. They've heard plenty of stories about the healer, especially from sirens who faced troublesome clients, so they knew not to get on her bad side. A side that made them like her even more.

"Sorry, it's just me. Have you struggled sleeping recently?" Their dark eyes scanned over her face. Not sure how wise it was to sleep on a chair out in the open. Not when there were pirates roaming about. But, they knew that the other knew that. Which left them to wonder about their sleeping habits recently.

They leaned against a wooden beam, head tilting as they played with a ring on their finger. While it wasn't too late, it wasn't exactly early either. Though they had been hoping that Nya wasn't too busy currently with another patient. "Should I come back tomorrow? I was hoping to get my herbs for my tea." No child was going to be born nine months from now. They've ensured it.

outside nya's home ( open starter )

if her mother could see her now she would shake her head in disapproval with a fond smile on her face. her daughter, sleeping outside in the could rather than inside where she could make a fire and be warm but no, nya decided to watch the stars and the moon like a fool and before she could notice her eyes became heavy and she fell asleep in her chair.

in her defense she had a long day and could not recall the last time she got proper sleep. sawbone always had a new patient, someone who needed help or people that couldn't effort the coin for treatment and yet nya helped all the same because she cared about the people in this island.

and yet in an island that inhabited pirates she managed to fall asleep, what if she were to get hurt or robbed? her tiredness did not think of that when she felt asleep but she did jolt awake when she felt someone touch her shoulder, her heart beating faster. "what? who—"

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There has been plenty of times where Devi's wondered how some people found their way to Tortuga. How the island has become their home and how they were able to find it. What reasonings have overcome them to make it their home. For most of them, it was because they joined a crew. It was how her father came to discover this place. As for her mother, she never learn about how or why or when. All she knew was that one day, she made it her home, eventually met Devi's father, and then they had her and a life together.

As for Devi, the island is all she's ever known. All she's ever seen. It was a factor that hadn't been quite intended; she had hoped to one day see more of the world. She was hoping to one day travel to America, start a new life there, away from this island. It was a goal she was still working so hard to achieve.

Hearing Kadriye, she was shaken out of her musings. Looking over at the dress, she smirked softly. "Pretty. Certainly doubt it'll look better on anyone else but you," she mused. "Hundreds, I believe. Maybe thousands. Every time a ship comes to Tortuga, it seems like there's a new person on the crew, a new person here. I wouldn't be surprised with how many of them have given up their old lives for their new ones."

who: kadriye & open

where: the shambles

The first thing Kadriye had sold when she arrived back in Tortuga was her clothes. She didn't need the clothes of an English lady here. They were too heavy for work on a ship, and too fancy ashore. They would have made her an instant target.

Even so, she hadn't expected to come across one of her old dresses being sold at a market stall. She lifted it up, smirking when she turned it over to find the spot on the hem she had repaired so many years ago.

"They're asking for almost twice what they gave me for it. I'm beginning to think I was ripped off." She didn't even look up to see who stood next to her, instead glancing around the stalls. "How many past lives do you think are being sold here right now?"

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"Surely any minute now. I hope that you won't be part of that—you have such a pretty face, I'd hate to see it busted up." Their teasing words were accompanied by their beam, the siren taking the seat across from their dear friend. How long has it been now? A few weeks? They certainly hoped that he had quite the stories to tell them. That was perhaps one of the best parts about the pirates: listening to their tales about their voyages, everything they got to see, all the places they visited. It seemed, for a moment, that they could live vicariously through them. That they, too, got the chance away from the island. "Did you have a good voyage? I believe I might've missed you... Just a small bit."

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where: THE DEVIL’S CASK !

For everyone x kaito

It may have felt like it has been forever but it had only been a short while since he was away from Tortuga--the reason being he was almost caught getting to close to his child. tables filled with gloom and doom of the past during the day are now filled with cheer, gluttony, and celebration at night. Kaito knows that he should be on his best behavior, it is a time of relaxing and somewhat peace between the crews. He leans his back against the wall as he watches many drink the weight in rum continue on, "I wonder-- how long do you think it will last until someone loses their shit to the drinks and picks a fight?" his voice mutters out to the closest person next to him.

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"You are; I just don't want to imagine or hear it." She jokingly made a look of disgust. Sure, she's heard him a handful of times. Hard not to in this place. And she would be lying if she said she hadn't been curious herself a few times. But, with how they've become over these years, she didn't want to ruin the trust or relationship they've built together by sleeping together. Sex was fun. But it wasn't worth it in this case. "Yes, yes, I'm very sure you are. I just haven't seen that fun for myself."

The change in his features caused her own to soften. After her parents died and with how the old owner was, Devi didn't allow herself to let anyone else protect her save for herself. With Dorian, however, she sure to trust him. She grew to understand that he would do anything for her and the rest of the sirens. No matter what, no matter who against.

"He did everything I wanted him to do and more," she said, carefully walking over to him. "He destroyed me. He wrecked me. He ruined me. And I fucking loved it, Dorian. I promise, everything he did, I wanted it. I simply underestimated how I would feel the following few days afterwards. I'm okay. I'm just extremely sore."

"your brother is just as within his right to fuck as you are, devi. if it's wanted or it's well paid for then there is no such thing as sex that isn't marvellous." he chuckled, shooting them a wink. "and for the record i am very fun, you just dismiss me too quickly."

the pause that followed her deflective question saw a change to dorian's features, a more serious look dampening the usual spark in his eye. he took no hesitation in stepping closer to them, a hand reaching for their chin to tilt their face up towards him.

"did he hurt you, darling?" he asked softly, looking them over as if assessing for damage. he knew rhett well enough to trust that he wouldn't lay a finger that wasn't asked for, but he had to make sure.

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"Because it would be like envisioning my brother bedding someone," she pointed out. She agreed with what else he said, though. "I'm a siren—of course I find bedding a marvelous thing. It's you being bedded that I draw the line," the last part was said both as a tease and as a truth. Dorian was free to bed whomever he liked. Devi just did not want to hear it.

Which made his attractiveness even more frustrating. She hated herself as her eyes glance down to watch him unbutton his shirt, how she marveled at the hints of his torso that she got from it. She would never bed the man. And looking was no allowed either. But maybe a glance wasn't the worse possible thing, either. Her brows furrowed and she pouted. "You're no fun," she mused, tossing the dust ball behind her shoulder. It was his ball; he shall do with it as he pleases.

Devi finally began to smile again. "Don't worry; I'll do better next time," she promised. His change in tone, however, wasn't too much of a surprise. "Is it wrong for me to simply want to scare you?" A beat. Then she groaned. "Okay, fine, I don't want to work yet. Rhett and I... overdid things the other night and I'm still too sore to take on any new clients. I appreciate having the past two days to recover... But is it possible to have one more night? I'll be ready tomorrow. I promise."

dorian shot devi a look, a scolding one at that, and shook his head as he clicked his tongue. "why?" he grinned widely then, feeling no shame in his expression of his sexuality, just as he encouraged his sirens to do. "bedding is a marvellous thing and shall be treated as such under this roof. just because i don't pay you for it doesn't mean you can slander it." he teased, laughing as he threw her a look in the mirror.

he finished unbuttoning his shirt and turned to face her, observing the dust in the palm of her hand with a shake of his head. "i hardly know what a rabbit looks like outside of a stew, my love, but if you say it's a rabbit then a rabbit it shall be." dorian entertained most of devi's antics, since she reminded him so much of what it had felt like to be a big brother to his sisters.

"it was a good scare, i'll give you that. arguably attempted murder, but i'll give you the benefit of the doubt too. did you truly hide under there just to scare me?" he asked curiously, a tone of concern kicking in. "you're not avoiding working?"

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How long has he been hiding this from them? How long has this primal, filthy side of him existed, waiting to be seen by them? For as long as they've known each other. Rhett has held out on showing them this version of him for years and now, they knew that they could never go back to how he fucked them before. They can't go back to him being generous.

They needed him primal. They needed him filthy. They needed him ready to claim them and to remind them that, no matter what, they belong to him. That no one can fuck them the way they've craved for so long.

He has ruined anyone else for them. And Devi fucking loves it.

"Y-Yours," they cried out. After so many desperate and broken moans, cries, and screams, their throat was beginning to grow hoarse. Exactly what they wanted. His to wreck. His to ruin. "Yours, yours, yours."

Devi screamed out at the bite, their pants heavy from his rough pace and their attempts to match it. There was going to be quite a bruise for the next few days and normally, with anyone else, they would hide it. They would've stopped everything and chastise them that that was one of their rules: no marks, no bites, no claiming. Rhett was the only person who didn't apply to that rule. He was the only person who could bite them and they would walk around town with it proudly.

How many people could hear them? The walls of the brothel weren't thick; Dorian, the other sirens, and other guests would be able to hear each and every single disgusting thing that was happening right now and know how much they loved it. With the windows of their room open and the doors to their balcony open, how many people below could hear? How many people enjoyed the sounds of the show they could listen but couldn't watch, using their imaginations?

As if the fire that burned inside her couldn't grow hotter, it did. Tears began to stream down their beaming face, their hands clawing at him as he fucked without mercy, without hesitancy, without generosity. They were taking each single inch from him and loving it, their cunt tightening around him and coating him with their slick. They were close and they know it. Would they allow them to come just yet, however?

The thought of him denying them from being able to release their pleasure only made them moan louder.

"Rhett, please," they screamed, the slow yet still brutal grind making them dizzy with want. "I don't want anyone else. I-I don't want to be touched by anyone else. No one fucking compares to you, I swear. Please... Please don't stop. Please ruin me. Please let Tortuga know that I am completely and utterly yours for you to destroy, please. Please don't let me come until you want me to. Please keep wrecking me, please please please, Rhett."

Yours. Each moan, each cry, each scream, each plead was wrapped into one single word: yours, yours, yours. If all of Tortuga hadn't known that Devi Chopra was completely and utterly, devastatingly owned by Rhett Carrow before, they certainly knew now. And they fucking loved it.

The very same way they loved as he pounded into them, his point made exponentially.

rhett  heard  the  way  they  moaned,  desperate  and  broken  underneath  him.  heard  the  way  they  said  his  name  like  it  was  the  only  word  they  could  still  hold  onto.  felt  the  way  their  body  clamped  tight  around  him every  time  he  ground  in  deep,  slow,  fucking  deliberate.  and  it  ripped  a  low,  guttural  growl  out  of  his  throat  that  he  didn’t  bother  to  muffle.

he  wanted  them  to  hear  it.  wanted  them  to  know  what  they’d  done  to  him.  “mine,”  he  snarled  against  their  neck,  the  word  broken,  ragged,  guttural  “fuckin’  mine  tonight.  mine  to  wreck.  mine  to  ruin.”

he  bit  down  again,  hard  enough  to  bruise,  while  his  hands  gripped  their  hips  brutally  tight,  dragging  them  back  to  meet  every  devastating  thrust.  like  their  body  was  just  another  thing  he  owned  now.  like  they  existed just  to  be  filled  up  and  split  open  by  him.

he  wasn’t  teasing  anymore.

he  wasn’t  taking  his  time.

he  was  fucking  them  deep—hard—relentless—grinding  up  into  them  so  heavy  and  rough  it  felt  like  the  whole  bed  might  collapse  under  the  weight  of  it.  every  thrust punched  another  ragged  cry  from  their  throat—every  cry  fed  the  fire  roaring  under  his  skin.

“you  asked  for  this,”  rhett  growled  against  their  shoulder,  voice  almost  shaking  from  the  sheer  fucking  force  he  was  holding  back  from  breaking  them  even  faster.  “you  fuckin’  begged  for  it.  now  take  it.  take  every  fuckin’  inch  i  give  you.”

he  drove  into  them  harder,  deeper,  grinding  their  body  down  into  the  mattress  until  there  was  nowhere  else  to run,  nowhere  else  to  hide,  nothing  left  but  him.  their  hands  scrambled  for  him—nails  dragging  down  his  back,  clutching  at  him,  needing  him—and  rhett  let  them  have  it.  gave  them  everything.  held  nothing  back.

“you’re  gonna  be  ruined  for  every  other  bastard  that  even  fuckin’  looks  at  you,”  he  snarled  low  against  their ear,  biting  down  again  as  their  back  arched  against  him,  perfect,  desperate,  fucking  wrecked.  “you’re  gonna  remember  how  i  made  you  scream  my  name,  every  fuckin’  time  you  try  to  breathe  without  me.”

he  grabbed  a  fistful  of  their  hair,  yanking  their  head  back  just  enough  to  bare  their  throat  to  him—not  cruel—claiming.  because  they  were  his  tonight.  no  doubt.  no mercy.

“you  feel  that?”  rhett  rasped,  grinding  into  them  brutally  slow,  his  cock  dragging  deep  enough  to  make  them  cry  out,  to  make  their  body  quake  against  his.  “that’s  what  you  fuckin’  asked  for.  that’s  me  ownin’  you.  wreckin’  you.”  his  pace  didn’t  slow.  it  just  got  harder.  deeper.  rougher.

perfect.

he  drove  into  them  like  he  had  a  point  to  prove—and  gods  help  them,  he  did.

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𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 — 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒 & 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛

She was in need for a new dress after a client became overly excited with ridding her of her favourite one recently. It did leave her quite annoyed. She's had that gown for quite some time now and has become the first dress she would normally choose. Now that it was teared to shreds, it was unsalvageable. And so is her desire to ever sleep with that client again. The fucker.

She was roaming around the market's stalls, trying to decide which fabric she should choose. There were many that she liked, and many that she never wanted to set her sights on ever again. Devi hummed a nameless tune until, finally, she spotted a fabric. And then another. Dammit. "Shit," she groaned to herself. Looking up, the siren spotted another person nearby and called out, "Oi! Would you mind helping me for a moment? I need a new dress and I like these two fabrics equally."

location: the shambles market

when: april 1728

who: @tidecallr

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They gasped as they were suddenly flipped. No more were they face-to-face with Everett; now, they were facing the sheets, his body pressed to theirs as if they were in a much smaller, enclosed room than this. He lifted them as if they weighed nothing, as if he couldn't wait for this just as much as they couldn't.

It was exactly what they were wanting from him.

Devi groaned at his words. "Yes," they whispered, nodding their head the best they could in their position. They wanted to be destroyed by him so much, no words could fully express it. They wanted him. They wanted everything that he could offer and more. No, it was more than a simple want; they needed him. They needed him to destroy them. And now that they have him like this, they weren't sure if they could ever go back to the way they fucked each other before.

Their body tightened as he rolled against them, his grunts and growls driving them fucking primal. They clenched their fists, desperately wanting to grab him and insert him inside them finally. So that he can finally fuck them. "Please, Rhett... Please," they groaned. "I need you inside me so much... Please..." How long would he continue this? How long would he tease them like this? They tried rolling their hips back against him, trying to gain some friction against their cunt that would help soothe the rising ecstasy growing inside them.

Until finally, finally, he inserted himself in them. Causing a broken and desperate low moan to leave their lips and their body clenching. Fuck, he felt amazing. No matter how many times his cock was in their body or where, their body took to him so easily, so naturally. It only felt even better hearing him groan. It felt so much better knowing that he needed this just as much as them. That he was allowed to be as filthy and primal and rough with them as he wanted, as he craved.

"Gods, yes," they moaned. Moving their hips to match his pace. "Yes, don't stop... Please don't stop, Rhett..." This was proving to be better than all their times together before. Between his words to his actions, his animalistic growls and how fucking low his voice was... Gods, they were going to remember this night for the rest of their lives. They were going to remember how his cock filled them up entirely, every single inch of him deep inside their cunt and how it wrapped around him perfectly. They were going to remember his deep, slow grinds and rocking heavily into them.

You're mine tonight.

Fire lit through their entire being and they nodded quickly. "I-I'm yours," they panted, whimpering as they laid their forehead against their forearms and shut their eyes tightly. Moaning loudly as he bit down on her. "I-I'm all yours, Rhett, fuck... Please don't stop. Please ruin me for anyone else, please."

They needed more. They needed to be destroyed. They needed to be wrecked. They needed to be ruined. They needed him. In all his glory.

Finally, he began to fuck them within an inch of their life. They screamed out, their head raising to rest back against his shoulder and their back arched right against his body. "Y-yes! Yes, Rhett, please! Please don't stop! Please ruin me, please keep fucking me like this!"

rhett  didn’t  give  devi  time  to  breathe.

the  second  the  last  desperate  word  slipped  past  their  lips,  the  second  their  nails  raked  down  his  back,  he  moved,  flipping  them—hard,  fast,  brutal.  hands  gripping their  wrists,  pinning  them  down  against  the  mattress  above  their  head  with  one  hand  like  it  was  nothing.  like  they  weighed  less  than  a  promise.

he  leaned  in,  mouth  brushing  the  shell  of  their  ear,  voice  so  low,  so  rough  it  barely  qualified  as  human  anymore.  “you  want  to  be  destroyed,  pretty  thing?”  rhett  growled,  his  hips  rolling  against  theirs,  slow  and  punishing.  “you  don’t  even  fuckin’  know  what  that  means  yet.”  his  free  hand  dragged  down  their  side,  nails  scraping  just  enough  to  leave  the  faintest  burn,  just  enough  to  make  them  squirm  under  him.

he  took  his  time,  forcing  them  to  feel  the  weight  of  him,  the  heat,  the  control,  before  he  shifted  his  hips  back—and  with  one  slow,  merciless  thrust,  he  sank  into them,  deep  and  full  and  complete,  grinding  a  broken,  desperate  sound  out  of  their  throat  whether  they  wanted  to  give  it  or  not.  rhett  groaned  low  against  their  skin,  rough  and  full  of  something  filthy,  primal,  like  even  he  had  been  holding  back  until  now.

“fuck,”  he  muttered,  voice  wrecked  against  their  neck,  “you  feel  better  beggin’  for  it.”

he  stayed  deep,  grinding  slow,  hips  pressing  flush  to  theirs,  forcing  every  inch  of  him  into  them  until  there  was  nowhere  else  for  them  to  run,  nowhere  else  for  them  to  hide.

he  rocked  into  them  once,  twice,  slow  enough  to  be  cruel,  deep  enough  to  make  the  bedframe  groan  under  the  strain.  letting  them  know  this  wasn’t  just  a  fuck.  this  was  rhett  carrow  claiming  every  inch  they’d  offered him—and  more.  “you’re  mine  tonight,”  he  muttered  again,  biting  rough  at  their  pulse,  “and  when  i’m  through  with  you…”  another  thrust,  brutal  and  full.  “you  won’t  fuckin’  remember  what  it  feels  like  to  stand  without  me  holdin’  you  up.”

rhett  smiled  into  their  skin—sharp  and  hungry—like  he  was  only  just  getting  started.  “now,”  he  rasped,  pinning  their  wrists  harder,  slamming  into  them  deeper,

“beg  me  like  you  fuckin’  mean  it.”

[glitteringgcld]

It was always fun to play with fire. To push buttons and see exactly how far they can take someone until they lose control. It was even more fun with Rhett. With the man, they knew exactly the cost of getting him to lose control. And it was a cost that they were eager to pay, even if it meant being unable to walk for awhile or their throat growing hoarse from screaming. It was a cost they've been willing to pay since the day they met Everett. Since the day they bedded him and realized just how much they wanted to continue to bed him. To do anything and everything under the sun and moon with him. To do all the things they've already explored and everything they've still yet to explore. Rhett Carrow made them want to do that.

His words struck them to their very core, causing Devi to shiver with anticipation and desire. "I've been ready since the day I met you," they admitted. Biting down on his neck and sucking until they made a mark. They had a rule not to mark their clients; Rhett was the exception. They gasped as he gripped them, soon moaning lowly as they hid their face in the crook of his neck for a moment. "Fuuuck," they whined softly. Gripping to him tightly as they rolled their hips just ever so slightly faster against him.

They knew that he would be able to feel their growing wetness now. That he would know exactly what his words and actions were doing to them. Just how much they desired him, craved him, needed him. They cried out softly at the bite and his words, their head tilting back and eyes shutting tightly. The pain was so delicious that they needed more of it. That they needed more of him. "Do it," they moaned. "Fucking destroy me."

A groan left their lips as soon as they felt his hips move against them. He was teasing them, waiting to see them back out, but they won't do it. They've been wanting more from him for awhile now; they wanted to receive it. They wanted everything he was capable of and more. It didn't matter what happened to them in the process: as long as they were utterly destroyed by him in the best way possible, they would be content. They would be happy.

Their mind could hardly process his words, the siren feeling too much elation, when suddenly they were on their back. Their legs were quick to wrap around his waist, locking around him tightly as they beamed up at him. "Fuck me," they commanded at first. Needing a reminded that they weren't in control here; Everett was. Their hips rolled faster against him, their breathing heavier, as his lips ghosted over their skin. Devi let out a whine, one hand sneaking into his curls while the other traced nails up and down his back, as they finally began to beg: "Please... Please, fuck me, Everett. Please destroy me. Please fucking wreck me, please. I need you."

rhett  didn’t  move  right  away.

just  sat  there  on  the  edge  of  the  bed,  wide-legged,  solid  under  them,  hands  heavy  on  their  hips  like  he  was  anchoring  them  down.

their  hands  were  on  him,  their  mouth  leaving  heat  against  his  chest,  up  his  throat,  their  body  rolling  slow  against  his—and  rhett  could  feel  every  word  they  whispered  like  it  was  branding  him.

he  let  out  a  low  sound,  deep  in  his  chest—half-growl,  half-laugh,  like  they’d  just  woken  up  something  that  wasn’t  gonna  let  them  walk  straight  for  days.  “you  sure  about  that,  sweetheart?”  rhett  rasped,  voice  low,  thick,  brushing  their  skin  with  every  word.  “you  really  ready  to  lose  everything  you  got?”

his  hands  dragged  slow  down  their  thighs,  then  back  up,  rough  and  claiming,  pulling  them  tighter  against  him,  grinding  them  right  down  into  the  hard  line  of  him  without  giving  them  a  damn  second  to  pretend  they  weren’t  aching  for  it.

“you  get  one  chance  to  back  out,”  he  muttered  against  the  hollow  of  their  throat,  kissing  there  once,  slow  and  mean,  like  a  warning.  “after  that—”  he  bit  down  lightly,  just  enough  to  make  them  jolt—

“you’re  mine  to  wreck.”

he  rolled  his  hips  up,  slow  and  punishing,  once,  twice,  a  deliberate  grind  that  stole  the  breath  right  out  of  their  lungs.  “gonna  fuckin’  ruin  you,  darlin’,”  rhett  growled,  voice  breaking  rough  against  their  ear,  “til  you forget  your  own  damn  name.  til  everybody  outside  knows  exactly  who  you  belong  to  without  ever  havin’  to  ask.”

rhett  didn’t  give  them  time  to  catch  their  breath.  didn’t give  them  time  to  rethink.  he  shifted,  dragging  them  back  with  him  onto  the  bed—not  rough,  but  heavy,  undeniable,  the  way  a  storm  drags  a  ship  under  without  even  trying.

he  moved  slow,  deliberate,  like  he  had  all  the  time  in  the  world  to  take  them  apart  right,  piece  by  goddamn  piece.

settling  deeper  against  the  bed,  hands  dragging  them  down  until  they  were  straddling  him  just  how  he  wanted—right  where  they  belonged.

his  mouth  ghosted  up  their  throat,  across  their  jaw,  slow  and  hungry,  and  when  he  reached  their  ear  again, his  voice  dropped  lower—filthier.  just  for  them.  just  between  the  two  of  them  and  the  goddamn  walls  that  would  remember  it.

“bet  you’re  gonna  sound  even  prettier,”  rhett  rasped,  rough  against  their  skin,  “when  you  start  beggin’  for  real.”

[glitteringgcld]

"Generous?" Already they felt a pool of warmth growing deep inside them once more. It was a song and dance with the man that they never grow tired of. In fact, it was something that they found themself looking forward to whenever they felt that familiar ache for him. The kind of ache that desperately needed him, that was always ready for him. Whether it had been seconds or days, the moment they saw him, they were ready to pull him to the nearest unoccupied space so that they could have him. "What if I were to beg nicely? Would you generously stop holding out on me?"

They took a glance over their shoulder to smirk at him. He knew the affect he had on them. They'd be quite surprise if he didn't. But they knew as well the kind of spell they had on him right back. They heard it in the dip of his tone. They felt it as he took a bit of their hair in his hand. A sigh left their lips at the sensation, their head tilted up to the ceiling and their dark eyes closing. "Mmm, I guess so." It would be quite an easy answer. It was one they were ready to give to him right now.

"Unless?" Their eyebrow arched up. Keeping their face hidden, a smile began to grow. "Is that right?" It very much so was. They enjoyed fucking as much as the next person, of course. But with him... It was something else entirely. After all these years and how often they were together, Rhett has discovered parts of them that no one else has. That they weren't sure anyone else ever could. Opening their eyes, they slowly moved to sit atop him. Straddling his waist and tracing their fingertips across his torso. Tilting their head, they leaned down to kiss his chest. Slowly, every so slowly, they kissed up: up to his neck, up to his jaw, kissing as much of his bare skin while they slowly rolled their hips. Reaching his ear, they whispered, "Perhaps you should make that case now. Give me everything you're capable of; I want all of Tortuga to know that I've lost to you and am prepared to always lose to you... But only if you can prove it."

rhett  let  out  a  low  laugh,  rough  and  easy,  head  tipping  back  against  the  worn  frame  of  the  bed.  “holdin’  out?”he  said,  voice  still  warm  from  the  heat  they’d  made  between  them.  “sweetheart,  that  was  me  bein’  generous.”

he  didn’t  bother  hiding  the  grin  pulling  at  his  mouth—sharp,  smug,  and  real,  the  way  it  always  was  around  devi.

he  shifted,  arms  folding  behind  his  head,  watching  them  pull  their  hair  up,  watching  the  way  it  spilled  back  down  like  they  were  doing  it  just  to  fuck  with  him.  maybe  they  were.  hell,  probably.

“funny  thing,”  rhett  drawled,  tone  dipping  lazy  and  dangerous,  “you  talk  real  big  for  someone  who  was  beggin’  for  mercy  five  minutes  ago.”

he  lifted  one  hand,  reached  out  slow,  caught  a  piece  of  their  hair  between  two  fingers,  twisting  it  lazy  like  he  had  all  the  time  in  the  world  to  fuck  with  them  right  back.  “almost  convinced,  huh?”  he  said,  low,  a  flicker  of  amusement  bright  in  his  eyes.  “guess  i’ll  just  have  to  make  my  case  harder  next  time.”

he  let  the  strand  of  hair  slip  through  his  fingers,  the  threat  light  and  playful  but  not  empty.  never  empty  with  him.  he  could  already  feel  the  next  round  buzzing  between  them,  thick  in  the  air,  waiting.

“unless,”  rhett  added,  tilting  his  head  slightly,  voice  dropping  rough  and  soft,  “you’re  scared  you  might  start  likin’  losin’  to  me  too  much.”

[glitteringgcld]

"... I do not want to imagine you bedding someone." Her nose scrunched at the imagination. Could she understand why someone would want to bed Dorian? She supposes so. Yet the man has become something akin to a big brother or father to her and the other sirens that lived and worked here. It wasn't exactly a pretty image to conjure up.

Grabbing one of the bunny-looking dust bunches, she rolled out from beneath the bed. Groaning softly. While she was still capable of many things, she certainly wasn't as young as she once was. Rolling around on the ground wasn't the most fun thing to do at her age. Though it might be worse for Dorian. The image made her smile.

"You try and tell me that this doesn't look like a rabbit!" She stood up from the ground, brushing any dirt off her skirt, and held out the dust bunch to the man. "And please, I was completely effective. You nearly sounded like a child with the way you screamed like that. A rather naughty child with horrible manners, but a child nonetheless."

dorian entered his quarters of the brothel which was a small room with hardly any privacy — but he liked it that way. he was right in the middle of where his sirens might need him, and he couldn't deny that he loved being in the centre of so much pleasure going on all around him. it was what he lived for, and now what he worked for. he could have afforded his own place in the slats or even further out of port if he wanted to, but he chose to remain at the heart of the brothel where he belonged.

he approached the mirror he kept above a basin, perhaps the only small luxury of the room other than the lavish bed which was a necessity, observing his reflection as he started to unbutton his shirt to get undressed. the interruption from the voice below the bed, however, had him drawing in a sharp breath as he practically leapt out of his boots.

"fucking shit, devi." of course it was devi, who else would it be? he sighed to relieve some of the tension, only to then go back to the mirror and continue to unbutton his shirt as if nothing had happened. "i'm disappointed. you hide under there for how long? only to tell me i have whatever a dust bunny is. you could do better than that." he smirked. "i'm also offended that you assumed i'd be coming to bed alone. don't make me start adding 'cleaning under my bed' to your roster."

[glitteringgcld]

𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 — 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒 & 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝

"You've been holding out on me." Glancing over, Devi raised one of their eyebrows at the man. A smirk appearing on the siren's face. "I know the whole deal with us makes things even more fun, but seriously—where did that come from?" It was quite a fun friendship they held with the businessman. He was fond of chaos-making as much as they were, which led to some rather interesting times together. That and with them sleeping together, sometimes as friends and sometimes as siren and client, they couldn't help but to cherish the man and their friendship even more.

Especially when it came to their "whoever can cause the most chaos can do whatever they want to the other" game. Damn, they felt like a genius for coming up with it. Sitting up, they winced slightly at the ache, but didn't mind it. They gathered their long waves up into a bun and held it in place with one of their hands atop their head. Taking a moment to breathe before letting their hair down, it cascading down their back. "I'm almost convinced to let you win more often. Almost."

location: the siren's nest

when: april 1728

who: @sublimechaotic