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unhingedselfships · 10 months

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Kimi goes to a party without making sure anyone was available as a safety net, things go badly

(CW : sexual assault (off screen, referenced), spiked drinks/involuntary drug use)

Kenshi had called to tell her he'd be back in Tokyo in a couple days, that business was almost wrapped up, and she'd impulsively told him to stay.

She'd had to back track quickly to explain that she just meant that she'd come up to him, rather than that she didn't want to see him.

"I want you to show me around, that's all. I bet there's a lot to see. And I haven't gotten to explore Sapporo, much less the rest of Hokkaido, as much as I'd like. Is that ok?"

He'd agreed and she was meant to be flying up on Saturday.

She did know a few of her friends she rarely got to see were in the area, so instead she booked a flight for Friday afternoon. She'd hit a few clubs, crawl her way back to Kenshi's place, and they'd have all of Saturday until whenever she went back to Tokyo.

Unfortunately, somewhere along the way, things went wrong.

Her friends were great, until some other people they knew showed up. And things got… uncomfortable. They knew who she was, it wasn't exactly secret. And seemed a little too interested in the fact.

She'd texted Kenshi.

KW : Are you awake?

And a moment later

KW : Can you come get me?

But no answer.

One, two, three calls across the next hour.

She hoped he was ok.

Slipping back into her seat, she threw back the rest of her drink.

Surely it'd be fine. She'd be fine.

The wooziness, the way the world spun, told her she was wrong.

Everything after that was a blur, until it faded into nothing.

Later, she'd be kind of glad she couldn't remember.

…

"What do you mean you don't remember?"

She blinked at him, looking up from the release paperwork they had her filling out. She'd been thoroughly checked out and advised on what to do. Had a handful of scripts to pick up.

tried very hard not to think about what that one specific one was for

"I mean, drugs tend to do that? Well. Some of them. Not that I knew I was going to be taking anything but-" she trailed off, before shooting a smile at him, forced and terribly fake, "Well shit happens right? My fault for being careless and stupid."

the good news is that the tearing is minimal

The examining doctor's words echoed in her head and she focused on breathing.

No one needed to know the details.

No one needed to know what happened.

She was going to be fine.

She was.

but we are still worried about the risk of infection and possibility of transmittable diseases

At least she was here, with Kenshi. He didn't want- Well. She wouldn't have to explain why she was saying "no" to him.

"What do you mean you didn't know? And what drugs? Kimberly-"

"I didn't plan on taking anything ok! It just happened," that made it sound like just a bad decision, right? "And I don't know. They'll tell me what it was when the bloodwork’s been ran I guess."

"You don't know? Are you stu-"

A half hysterical laugh cut him off, "Stupid? Yes. Very. You know this. Can we go? I'm done."

and of course there is the risk of potential conception

She handed the papers to the woman at the desk with a forced smile, and the woman smiled back at her in sympathetic commiseration.

Some things, well. You could just tell. Privacy laws be damned. Call it intuition if you must.

Kenshi kept side eyeing her, and the way she limped just so. She couldn't quite hide it entirely, despite her best efforts.

you should consider filing a report

"Just a little sprain, love," and she'd smiled at him, the lie falling a little too easily.

He hummed but seemed to accept that answer.

"We'll swing by the pharmacy and get you home and off it then."

"Thanks, Kenshi. Really. I appreciate it."

He'd helped her into the car, and when they got to the pharmacy she knew he was irritated with her insistence on getting her prescriptions herself.

"I'll be right back out, it's fine."

But well, pushing her was not the best thing right now and she knew he knew it, so with a bit of grumbling from him, she was in and back out on her own and they went home.

Picking her way slowly through the manor, the full brunt of exhaustion was starting to hit her. Tossing the bag of medications to the side, she made her way into a bathroom.

It hadn’t hurt this much to pee since she’d had Kichi. She tried not to cry, she’d done enough of that already. And she really didn’t want to let on how bad things actually were.

With a shuddering breath she eased her way back out and into the room Kenshi insisted on settling her in, freezing as she spotted him.

He was so terribly still, a box she hadn't wanted to think about, about what it was for and what it meant, in his hands.

"Just a little sprain, was it, Kimberly?" his face was blank as he turned his head to look at her.

Swallowing hard, and lip trembling, she choked out a near silent "sorry" before her knees buckled and she dropped.

Everything she'd buried until that moment clawed its way up her chest and out her throat, great heaving sobs, as she broke.

She curled in on herself, trying to be as small as she could. Maybe if she curled tight enough she could disappear entirely.

To go away and not hurt anymore.

"Alright alright, that's enough," as he tried to scoop her up off the floor, "let's at least make it to the couch, hmm sweetheart?"

It took effort but they got her moved and curled under the blankets in the pillow nest he'd built for her.

"There. Now. Anything else I can get you?"

He seemed uncomfortable. He wasn't good at the nurturing thing like she was but well.

She needed him. He'd try his best.

Chewing her lip he saw when she withdrew, held herself back.

"None of that, tell me."

Sighing she finally met his eyes, "Would- um. Would you make me a grilled cheese? And 'mato soup?"

He blinked and sighed fondly.

"Yeah sweetheart, I can do that. I'll keep my phone on me, call if you need anything alright?"

She hummed an affirmative and curled down into the bundle of throws and pillows.

The thoughts, what vague sensation memory held, kept circling, and she needed a distraction. She couldn't focus enough to read. So she sang. Soft. No particular genre or mood. Just focusing on remembering words and tunes.

She didn't know how long had passed, how many songs she went through. Couldn't be that many. Grilled cheese was pretty quick.

Still, it was long enough for her attempt to lose effectiveness.

Shifting slowly she grabbed the pharmacy bag and sorted through everything she'd been given. Most needed to be taken with food, so it was good that it was already on its way.

Eventually she couldn't ignore the little box anymore. She tried not to think about the look the pharmacist had given her. Condemnation.

Like she'd chosen this.

Maybe it was her fault.

She shook, and wondered absently how such a tiny box could be so terrible.

Emergency contraceptive. Morning after pill. Plan B.

Kenshi returned, unnoticed, and unheard over the keening, the soft whine she let out.

His hands closed over hers and she jolted, looking up at him wide eyed, devastated.

"What if it doesn't work?"

"It will," his answer was firm.

"But if it doesn't?"

Pressing a soft kiss between her eyes, "We'll figure it out. Whatever you decide, sweetheart."

He took the box from her hands and replaced it with a glass of cool water. Just under room temperature, the way she liked it.

Settling her up with a tray, and the comfort food she'd requested, "Eat, I'll get these sorted out."

Humming, she listened, slowly picking at the sandwich, cut into triangles the way she liked, soaking up the soup, slightly too peppered the way she loved, and when he handed her a handful of pills she obligingly took them.

Setting the tray aside once she'd finished, he carefully caught her attention again.

"I have to pop up into my office for a bit. I won't be gone long, I'm just going to clear my schedule for the next week."

"You don't have t-"

"I'm going to. The weekend was mostly clear already, but I want to take a little longer than that anyway. I'm not going to leave you alone."

She sniffled, and let out a soft "ok" and he squeezed her hand as he rose.

"I'll be back soon."

She hummed and curled down into the nest, digging her phone out to find something mindless to do.

He slipped out of the room, and left her to her Pinterest or Reddit or whatever she was doing.

It had been maybe an hour, half of one perhaps, when the text came through.

DD : Don't go online, I'll do what I can to handle it

The text was odd, seemingly out of nowhere

DD : Phe is on her way

Why?

DD : Are you alright?

Did- Did they know?

She shot back a quick, I'm fine I love you, to her husband and promptly ignored his first text.

It didn't take her long to regret not heeding his warning.

…

As much as Kadokura Kenshi liked to present himself as a heartless bastard who didn't care about anyone but himself, that image would have been summarily destroyed by how quickly he moved when he heard her wail.

He'd heard her cry, she did it all the time. But this? What had happened? Was she dying? Was it one of the kids?

He found her not quite where he'd left her, but on the floor nearby.

Curled, rocking, and sobbing.

This was- he wasn't sure what to do. He found himself floundering.

He looked her over as he strode across the room, looking for new injuries but she seemed fine.

Well, no worse anyway.

Hesitating only a moment, he reached for her, and she quickly threw herself into his arms, trembling and so… broken.

Her phone lay nearby, carelessly discarded, but he didn't dare let her go to reach for it.

She gasped to catch her breath, and choked out a quiet, wavering, "they recorded it" and a chill shot down his spine.

Well.

First order of business was getting his Kimi sorted and settled again.

Then.

He had calls to make.

#yakkimi #kadokura-verse #kadokura kenshi #drabble #one shot

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demon-fucking-therapist · 2 years

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Dom Reader, Yandere Brothers - Greed Part 1

The series: You become the master of seven unruly brothers - and they don't want to let you go so easily. How it happened, and what it means for each of them.

Tags/warnings for this section: underwear thief, dom reader (obviously), yandere Mammon (obviously), afab reader (no pronouns used, addressed as 'master'), under-negotiated scenes/kink (though a safeword is in play and a check-in happens), use of the pact for sexual purposes, riding, orgasm delay/denial, this part is less yandere and more smut but it leads into yandere stuff I swear. The smut just got out of hand.

Minors DNI.

Now with a Part 2

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You weren't entirely thrilled about being kidnapped from your world and tossed into an entirely new one. Pushed into a new school, surrounded by creatures that look at you like you're a meal, and suddenly dealing with 6 (actually 7, but you only learn that later) housemates.

Forced to complete homework you can barely understand, a guardian demon with no concept of personal space, and a voice in your head begging you to free him, you resign yourself to a shitty year.

But a discovery late one night in your room makes things much more interesting.

Mammon

"Sit!"

The single word sends him to the ground from where he was going through your drawers. Mammon yelped as he landed solidly on his ass.

You'd just had a long tutoring session with Satan and your brain was starting to hurt. You did not need Mammon trying to steal your shit on top of that.

It takes your tired brain a moment to realise the drawer Mammon had open was filled with your underwear.

Your exhaustion is swiftly replaced by rage, and you repeat your command - "SIT" - until Mammon is left with his chest pressed to the floor, panting, knees barely hold his hips in the air.

"What do you think you're doing?" you demand, standing over him. His eyes are trying to look up at you, but he won't meet your gaze, settling on staring at your legs, your folded arms, the book you'd borrowed from Satan.

Mammon huffed. "Figured you'd hide your expensive shit in some stupid place. Same as most humans."

And that - that didn't sit right.

Mammon had pulled a lot of shit in the months you'd been here, but despite it all, he'd never once stolen from you. He was nosy, sure. He had a terrible understanding of boundaries.

But a thief? To everyone else, yeah, but not to you.

It's out of character enough that it's got you squatting beside him. Mammon still won't look at you properly.

"Are you like... okay? Are the witches pulling anything?" It felt weird to respond with concern when Mammon is for sure the one in the wrong here, but for better or worse, you and Mammon were usually pretty good together. This was weird.

"No." Mammon insisted, squirming a little, trying to escape the pact. The movement makes you roll your eyes and draws your attention to his body, and-

Well.

Well shit.

"Mammon," you say, and something in your tone must tip him off, because he clearly realises that you know. His voice rises and he's saying something but all you can really pay attention to is the way his dick twitches where it's straining against the fabric of his jeans.

And you have some things to consider.

You're pissed. At Mammon, at being kidnapped, at being drawn into their whole fucking family drama with Belphie, at being treated like a fool for not knowing things you never had a chance to learn.

You're bored. Devildom Law sucks. You've been studying for 2 hours and you're still not sure you understand the readings.

You could fix one of those problems right now.

"Mammon," you cut off whatever he was saying. Mammon's cheeks are flushed, his breathing heavy, but he's still hard as ever as far as you can tell. "Do you... know what a safeword is?"

Your demon gapes at you. You think for a minute you've broken him, and that doesn't change when he starts stuttering out curses and questions faster than you can understand, but you wait him out until you repeat the question.

"'Course I do, human," Mammon was so painfully trying to act tough but his wet lips parted with every breath. You could see him calculating where this could go. He was finally looking you in the eyes, too.

"Colour system? Red for stop, yellow for slow?"

"Like I'll need to-"

"Safeword out if you want me to stop," you order. The pact shuts him up, but he nods. Mammon's breathing is getting heavier and he keeps shifting around as much as your command will let him, clearly uncomfortable trapped chest down ass up on the floor.

"How do you feel about me using the pact?" you ask him. Mammon growls.

"How d'ya think, human-"

"Mammon," you say, and-

And you don't even give an order, but you can feel the surge of power between you. Your power over him. And Mammon can feel it too.

"It's good," he spits out, face burning. You swear you see tears in the corner of his eyes. "It- fuck, it's good."

"Okay. Flip yourself over. Take off the jacket and your pants."

You don't need to make it an order, but you let a little bit of a command slip through. Mammon responds fast, flipping onto his back and raising his hips, fumbling with his belt. His jeans catch on his ankles and you sigh as you realise you're gonna have to help him out.

You toss the jeans and boxers away while Mammon throws his jacket somewhere. The black shirt stays on, the hem riding up on his waist.

You take a moment to look.

Mammon is painfully hard. The whole thing is red and swollen, his dick already leaking precum onto his stomach. Your demon bites his lip and mumbles something about making you pay for the view even as his cock twitches in interest at your stare.

You consider your options. Mammon is a nice average length, not large enough that you worry about how it’s going to fit but big enough for a nice stretch. You weren’t planning on fucking Mammon today, so you have a distinct lack of lube, toys, or anything else that you could mess around with in easy reach. There is also the issue of Mammon looking seconds away from blowing his load untouched.

“Don’t cum.”

The order makes him shudder and groan before he even fully registers it. You can see the moment Mammon’s brain catches up.

“What?!” he protests, raising his head as much as your command will let him. His scowl is even less intimidating than usual with his desperate expression.

“Only good boys come, Mammon. Maybe I’ll let you if you do well.”

Mammon grumbles. He doesn’t safeword.

His expression quickly slackens once more as you remove your own pants, keeping your top on but opening up the buttons. His eyes follow the fabric as it drops to the ground, flicking back up and finding the space between your legs.

You straddle his face, forcing his head back onto the wooden floor with enough force to indulge his masochism.

“You’re going to eat me out until I can take that gross dick of yours,” you tell him. You can already feel his tongue trying to reach for you before you’ve even properly sat down. “You can use your fingers to help. Tap on my leg three times to stop, okay?”

Mammon nods enthusiastically.

“Okay?” you repeat, harsher.

“Yes, master,” Mammon whines and fuck. You drop down onto his tongue, grinding against his face.

Mammon adjusts your hip with one hand while the other sneaks between your pussy and his mouth, gathering up slick and saliva, helping him find your clit. The first time he shyly wraps his tongue around it you buck against his face and Mammon letting out a long, drawn out groan that vibrates against you.

Mammon is passionate, to say the least. You can’t help but roll your hips against his mouth, gasp when one finger finally enters you - gentle and slow, in stark contrast to the actions of his tongue. Mammon’s eyes are half-lidded and if it weren’t for his clever fingers and silver tongue you’d think he was already fucked dumb before anything even touched his cock.

Mammon has to be experienced, no virgin's this good, but he's whining and moaning like he's never been touched before. He's so hard it looks painful, and if you hadn't walked in on him trying to steal your underwear you'd feel sorry for him. As it is you just grind down harder, only allowing him some air when he slips another finger inside.

You pull yourself away when you feel ready - commanding hands off when Mammon tries to keep you stuck to his face - and sit on his stomach, your fluids mixing with the inhuman amounts of precum already there.

Mammon is breathing heavy, glassy-eyed. You run your hands over his chest, cooing gently until he comes back to himself, eyes focusing on you.

"Hey, cutie," you say softly. It's the only kindness you intend to give Mammon tonight. "How are you doing?"

Mammon gulps heavily. His hands hover over your hips where you haven't yet removed your last command. A single word lets him grip onto you, squeezing into the fat of your hips.

"I'm... why'd ya stop?" Mammon whines. His hips try to buck but he's still stuck to the floor. His face is flushed but he's talking to you, which you take as a good sign. He licks his lips, then does it again when he tastes you on them.

"I'm going to put you inside me now, okay?" Mammon sputters and chokes on his words, but that's pretty normal for him. "Are you ready?"

"I- yes, human!" he snaps. Your frown is enough to cow him into submission once more. "Yes, master, please. I want inside you so bad. Please."

"Better," you reply with a smile.

You cut off his next complaint by lifting your hips and sinking onto him.

Your own groans are easily outmatched by Mammon's. He fits nicely, just as you thought he would. Mammon had prepared you well and while you'd probably rushed yourself a bit by just dropping straight onto him, at least you can take a moment to adjust. Mammon's certainly not going anywhere.

"You need to quiet down," you tell Mammon, but this time you don't attach a command to it. He bits his lip and squirms as much as he can, trying his best to do what you say. "I didn't lock my door."

Mammon groans - quieter this time, at least - and his head falls back onto the ground with a sharp sound. "Yer a tease."

"I don't think you can say that right now." You roll your hips to emphasise your point and one of his hands flies to cover his mouth. "Just don't get us caught."

You alternate your speed - sometimes going hard and fast, chasing that high, but slowing down before you can reach it. You purposely avoid playing with your clit too much. You want this to last, you want to really punish Mammon. You don't think you've ever been wetter.

Mammon tries to buck up into you but all he can really do is wiggle his hips and watching his frustration and helplessness rise only makes you want to push him further.

It takes minutes for Mammon's vocabulary to be reduced to pleas, whines, and the occasional apology. His hands, the only part of him he can control properly right now, roam your body. Sometimes settling on your chest, clumsily playing with your nipples - sometimes gripping your hips hard enough to hurt - eventually, endearingly, settling on holding one of your hands.

You ride him until your legs hurt, until you're starting to feel a little brainless. Turns out edging yourself fucking hurts after a while. You decide it's time to end this.

Mammon is long past complaining about being your living dildo, his volume rising again as you increase the pace in your final push, your hand circling your clit like your life depends on it. You watch Mammon's face the whole time, the tear streaks, the way his hair is starting to slick with sweat, the way drool has started to gather at his lips. He's a mess, this beyond powerful demon is a mess, and it's all for you-

As you cum you know this is going to happen again, that you can't just have him once. You ride him through it and fall against his chest, heart racing. The only sound that fills the room now is sound of harsh, heavy breathing.

Mammon eventually gets squirmy again, escalating to a sharp groan as you pull yourself off. Your legs feel like jelly and you curse when you realise you left your water bottle in the kitchen.

You resign yourself to catching your breath and getting it later when Mammon grumbles.

"Hey, hu- Master," he corrects himself at your glare. "Um, aren't ya forgetting something?"

Mammon's hands hover over his dick and you realise that he's already well-trained enough to not touch himself without your permission. He's a good boy when he's like this, but...

You don't want to reward bad behaviour.

"You want to cum?" you ask innocently, making your way to your feet. You manage to hide your wince as your legs stretch out after... a while on the floor.

"Please. I- I know I did bad, but I'll be good I swear, I won't do it again, so please-"

Mammon shuts up when a pair of your underwear lands on his face.

It's not a fancy pair, nothing particularly sexy. But his hands fly to his face and he holds it like it's precious gold.

"You can sit up and lean against something," you tell him, and Mammon scrambles backwards to your bed, props himself up against the mattress. "And you can cum if you jerk yourself off into those panties."

"Thank you, thank you, thank - fuck-"

Mammon wraps your underwear around his dick, fisting himself harsh and quick. He's not going to last. You can see it in the way his eyes roll back, hear it in the way he calls your name. You can practically taste it.

When he comes it's with a full body shudder and a loud cry. There's no way no one's heard you two now. His cum dribbles out of your panties and you settle down beside him to scoop it up and press it back in.

"Hey, sweet boy," you call softly. "Can you stand?"

Mammon, eyes closed, nods. You ruffle his hair and he growls a little at the feeling of his cum on your fingers.

"We need to take a shower, okay? Think you can handle that, good boy?"

Mammon finally opens his eyes, meeting yours with obvious, unfiltered, sleepy affection. It makes you smile. You're definitely in too deep.

"Can I clean you up?" Mammon mumbles.

"Of course."

As Mammon pulls himself up, you take your dirtied underwear and shove it in the pockets of his jeans.

Good boys should clean up their own messes, after all.

#obey me mammon #obey me smut #sub obey me #dom reader #afab reader #mammon #obey me yandere #yandere obey me #mammon x reader #obey me

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buckybarnesb-tch · 2 years

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What If You Knew All of Me?

A/n: Just a quick note as this could be triggering, maybe? This oneshot is about a reader with D.I.D and will have multiple personalities making appearances. Also brief mentions of possible previous sexual assault. DD/LG, Daddy Kink. I dread a ton of articles and tried to make the D.I.D aspect as factual and realistic as possible so I hope it is just that.

I had been turning him down for a month.

Bucky Barnes was a Daddy!Dom if ever there was one, embracing a much more accepted practice now that it wasn't the 1940s anymore and he knew I was a little fairly quickly after meeting me. I knew he believed I was just shy, knowing he makes me nervous and deciding to take his time in trying to court me, however while I was shy it was more than just that.

Tony was the only Avenger in the tower who knew about my D.I.D. Not only was I Y/n which had been my given name, but I had 2 separate alters. Sophia was the main alter that I 'switched' to, her being that 'little' personality which took hold when I felt overwhelmed or scared. The other alter however was quite different, only taking over when I was truly terrified, 99% of the time only when someone put their hands on me in a way that I found threatening, he was called Damon and I did everything possible to keep him from meeting anyone in this tower, except Tony of course.

My avoidance of Bucky over the last few weeks had nothing to do with him, I liked him quite a bit, Sophia was quite in love with him and the way he treated us. She was rarely ever personally out when I spoke to him however, me typically able to feel before the switch happened and getting out of his presence quickly. I know it upset him but I didn't know what else to do, not willing to tell him the truth or God forbid have him speak to one of my alters, Damon especially. I should have known though, known that I wouldn't be able to hide it forever from someone who was so interested in me and so perceptive on top of it. It was only a matter of time before he figured it out.

Sophia's POV

I loved spending time with Tony in his lab, he wasn't a therapist of course but since he was the only one who knew about Y/n's 'condition' he was very interested in trying to help.

I was currently sat on his lab table coloring in a book he got for me while he worked on one of his suits, just talking to me like we do all the time. We were always alone at this time, but when I heard the door slide open I spun around to see a face I hadn't seen in quite some time.

"Bucky!" I grinned, seeing his face light up in a big smile when he saw how excited I was, taking in the fact that I was sitting on a table coloring.

"Well, Hi there princess, how are you today?" He leaned against the table beside me but never touched me. That was another reason I loved Bucky, he was always a perfect gentleman and he seemed to pickup on the fact that touching might make me uncomfortable.

"I'm good! Tony got me a new coloring book! See, it's Scooby Doo!" He turned his head to look at the picture of the mystery machine that I was filling in with my colored pencils and I could tell he liked it.

"You're a very good artist, I wouldn't be surprised if I saw your work in a museum one day." I blushed a dark red, feeling my entire body heat up at his kind words, he often had the same effect on Y/n and she ended up back in our room with her hands on her princess parts quite a lot. "I'm glad to see you talking to me today." I was confused by that and I knew it was written on my face.

"Why wouldn't I talk to you? I love talking to you, you're always so nice." He had a look of disappointment on his face and I hated seeing it, never having had it directed at me before.

"Don't lie Y/n. You've been avoiding me for weeks, don't worry about it, I've taken the hint. I'm just here to talk to Tony." He walked passed me and it bothered me that he didn't know my name but it bothered me more that he seemingly gave up on being my friend.

"You don't want to be my friend anymore?!" I felt tears fill my eyes as I cut him off from talking to Tony who's attention was now on me as well.

"Hey now, that's not what I said. I'm just not going to keep pursuing you when you clearly don't want me to. You've been ignoring me, how else am I supposed to take it when-"

"That's Not My Fault!" I shouted, frustrated with him not understanding that I didn't do anything wrong. That I was a good girl!

"Okay kid, I think that's enough. Why don't I take you to your room and you can have a nap before-"

"No! Don't want a nap! It's not fair! Y/n made Bucky hate me! I didn't do anything wrong Tony, make him stop hating me!" I felt the tears streaming down my face and my nose began running as I was unable to control the emotional outburst.

"That's enough kid, Y/n can do whatever she wants and you know that. If she thinks she's keeping you safe-"

"Don't wanna be safe! Want Bucky To Like Me Again! He was my Best Friend!" Tony finally reached me and tried pulling me to him into a hug but I resisted, shoving him away. "Don't wanna be here anymore! Want Y/n to come back now, want it to stop!" He tried once again to hug me and trapped me in his arms, trying to calm me as I began throwing a tantrum which he knew could be physically harmful to myself.

"Calm down Sophia, we can go back to coloring, okay? Bucky and I will sit and color with you if you just calm down."

"No! He doesn't like me no more! Don't wanna! Don't wanna! Let Go!" I turned, trying to get out of his grip before throwing my head back and smacking him in the face, loosening his grip enough for me to escape and run out of the lab and to my bedroom.

I made it to my bedroom, switching on the light as Y/n had put up black out curtains to keep out the sun. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and felt the need to cry harder, my face was red, tears and snot everywhere and I knew I was going to ruin my favorite dress if I didn't get out of it, quickly yanking it off and pulling on some of Y/n's clothes in hopes of getting her back. I pulled the pigtails from my hair and let my hair just hang down, throwing my stuffies from the bed across the room, along with my colored pencils and coloring books, huffing as I was still here.

"Don't wanna do this anymore! You made him hate me! Your fault, all your fault!" I shouted into the wall mirror before storming into my bathroom, throwing open the shower door and slamming it behind me, turning up the cold water and letting it hit my body, soaking through my clothes instantly and chilling me to the bone as I sat on the floor, tears seeming to never end their stream from my eyes.

I still sat there 5 minutes later when I heard the knocking on my bedroom door and I ignored it, in favor of continuing the freezing shower I was soaking in.

"Sophia?" My head snapped up as I heard that voice, my favorite voice for the first time calling out the correct name. "Are you in the shower little one?" I ignored him, resting my head on my knees as my body had become completely numb to the freezing cold water. "F.R.I.D.A.Y, is she okay in there?"

"She's indicating signs of distress Sergeant Barnes. Her internal temperature is plummeting in the 40 degree water and her heart rate is 132 and climbing." The robotic voice that usually brought me some sort of amusement and comfort just made me mad as it told him about me.

"Shit! I'm coming in little one!" He opened the door that I hadn't bothered locking and rushed to the shower, opening the door and looking down at me, though I kept my face hidden in my knees. He shut off the water quickly, kneeling beside me and wrapping a towel around my shoulders, which I pushed off quickly. "Sophia, please? You need to get warmed up, let me help you-"

"No! You hate me! She made you hate me!"

"I don't hate you little girl, I could never-"

"Hates me! Daddy hates me! I didn't do nothin bad! Y/n was the one who was mean to you, I didn't do nothin! I'm a good girl! Didn't do bad, don't hate me?!" My teeth had begun to chatter as I shouted into my knees, inching away from him as I felt his hands on me.

"You stop that right now, Daddy doesn't hate you! I could never hate you Sophia, I didn't know you, I had no idea but now I understand and I could never hate you little one! Please let me help you?" He held his arms out and I whimpered, leaning into them before I was lifted up and carried into my bedroom quickly. "Gotta get you changed baby, have to get these wet clothes off before you freeze. Just relax, Daddy's here."

"Daddy. Daddy's here." I mumbled out, trying to calm myself as he stood me on my feet and rushed to my dresser, pulling out a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie, along with my panties with Cheshire Cat on them.

"Arms up." I did as he said, knowing that even if he was mad at me I trusted Bucky completely. He pulled my shirt over my head and unclipped my bra, running a dry towel over my wet skin before pulling the hoodie over my head and stripping my pants off. I tried to calm myself at the rush of fear that came over me, knowing Bucky would never hurt me like others did. He continued drying me off and pulled the panties up my legs, followed by the sweat pants, running the towel over my hair so it wasn't dripping and tying my hair up to be dealt with later. "Come on Babygirl, come lay down and snuggle with me. I'll warm you up and we can watch a movie, okay?" He didn't question the stuffies that had been thrown onto the floor, picking up all 5 of them and bringing them back to the bed before tucking me in and kicking off his shoes, crawling into the covers with me. Disney was turned on and before I knew it Ferdinand was playing on the big screen.

He didn't ask anything of me, didn't say even one word to me, just allowing me to enjoy the movie and relax while he rubbed his hand everywhere he could to make sure my body temperature was back to normal. I made it through about half of the movie before I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore and I drifted off to sleep curled into the super soldier.

Y/n's POV

To say I was thrown off would be an understatement as I opened my eyes to see Bucky snuggling me in my bed. "Hey sleepy girl. It's okay, you don't have to wake up if you don't want to, you need to sleep after having such a bad day."

"Bucky? Why are you in my bed?" He looked confused for a second before seeming to figure out who I was.

"Well, good morning Y/n. I'm here because I decided to stop chasing after you." That hurt on a personal level, the deep dark place that I hide where I fell in love with James Barnes, but the rest of me was comforted.

"That's good...didn't answer my question." He smiled, pulling me closer and against my orders my body relaxed into him happily.

"I'm here because when I told you that, Sophia had a tantrum, thinking I didn't like her anymore. Said you were the one that was mean to me and she was a good girl, which she is. Once she listened and calmed down she was very good, let me get her changed and warm her up-"

"You changed me? And nothing happened?"

His eyebrows shot up curiously. "Should something have happened?"

"No!" I responded a little too quickly, sitting up, only to be pulled to his chest as he sat up too.

"You're not getting away from me Y/n, not now that I know you like me as well. Please doll, I'll treat you so good. I'm desperately in love with you and I love Sophia too, even if I didn't know that's who I was talking too. I can get used to this, Daddy will treat you so good baby...please give me a chance?" He nuzzled his face into my neck, his stubbly facial hair giving me chills.

"I'm gonna become too much...I always do. I forget everything, I black out all the time, I can't control my emotions and I have tantrums, I sleep all the time cause the switching makes me tired...Sophia gets annoying, like, really annoying-"

"I think I dealt with her tantrum pretty well. I also think if I was here to give her a firm hand she would listen very well. She's a good little girl...and so are you doll. I love you so much and I want you to know that." I felt tears welling up in my eyes and I knew hiding them was pointless.

"What did Tony tell you? I'm assuming he's the one that spilled his guts." I sniffled and he lifted me with inhuman strength, putting me down, straddling his lap so he could wipe my tears away.

"He told me about the D.I.D and Sophia, he said there was another one too...I'm assuming it's worse than Sophia considering neither of you wants to talk about it...you can tell me when you're ready princess, just don't push me away anymore...please?"

"I don't understand? After everything you went through...now you want to deal with my crazy? Why?!" His eyes held some kind of realization in them and I didn't like that.

"So that's what this is about? You think I'm gonna lose my mind again-"

"Of course not! I just...what you went through wasn't fair, and now you get to be normal and start over! Why would you want to adopt my crazy when you're finally okay? Doesn't make any sense." He smiled, tucking my hair behind my ear and out of my eyes.

"I want to do this because I like it, because I want to. I realized nothing makes me happier than taking care of someone and I think that you need me princess. So Daddy is going to take care of you, because I love you, and I love Sophia, and I'm sure I'll love whatever the other ones name is because I love every part of you-"

"Damon."

"Huh?" He looked at me confused as I cut him off.

"The other one, his name is Damon. Tony calls him a protector personality, he doesn't talk, he never needed to, he only comes out when I'm so scared of something that I can't move. He protects me from people touching me badly…”

"Is that why you were shocked I changed you?" I nodded, still surprised but figuring I should have expected it.

"It's weird, you're the first one he hasn't tried to kill...Sophia trusts you though so I suppose it shouldn't shock me. She's been in love with you since the day you first met her." The smile that overtook his face was the kind of smug look that I would smack off of someone different, but I liked when he did it.

"And what about you? How do you feel about me Y/n?" I couldn't hide my smile at this question.

"I am...in strong like. I don't want to keep running away from you-"

"Then don't!"

"-but what if he tries to hurt you? I don't think I could live with myself if-"

"He won't. As long as you're never scared of me, or have reason to fear me. I would never hurt you doll, you're my precious little one and I will protect you until the day I die."

I wanted to believe him, and I did know that he loved me, but loving me and putting up with how bad some days can be are very different things.

"What are you going to do on the bad days? When the migraines are so bad I can't see straight, or when I'm so depressed I can't get out of bed for days? Can't even sleep in the same bed with you cause I get nightmares so bad I...I don't want to hurt you Bucky. I love you." Hiding my face was made impossible by the position he had me in on his lap, making me straddle him and look up at his face as he lifted his hands to wipe the tears of my admission away.

"Well I love you too, so that's a relief, and you're acting like I'm not an understanding person. I'm a Daddy for a reason Y/n, and it's because I need to take care of you. I think I've been waiting for you all this time and you're not going to run away from me just because you think I can't handle it. I want to take care of you, that's what I need as your Daddy...if you'll have me. When you have a migraine I will get you some pain medicine, shut the curtains so it's dark, I'll get a cold pack for your neck and I'll snuggle you until you fall asleep. I will never get tired of snuggling you so if you're depressed I'll be right here by your side, maybe I'll carry you into the living room and put on How to Train Your Dragon, bring you some snacks and your stuffies. As for the nightmares, I get them too and they will never stop me from holding you until you feel like the safest little girl in the world." He pulled me close to his chest and rolled so he was now snuggling me to his chest where he planted a kiss on my head. "I already love you Y/n. And if you'll have me as you're Daddy I swear I will never let you go."

I buried my face into his chest and got comfy. "I love you too...Daddy." The smile on his face I saw when he looked down at me was well worth the worry I had about him being around Damon.

"Daddy's gonna go get you something to eat, then we can watch a movie and go back to sleep, okay? I'll be right back, you snuggle in." I did as he instructed, feeling giddy as I held my stuffed bear to my body and felt my brain go foggy.

Sophia's POV

I don't know how long I sat there staring at the wall but it was at least until Bucky came back with a cheese omelet and sausage. "Here you go princess...are you okay?" I felt for a moment as if he was quite far away, his words muffled until his hand touched my shoulder and I looked up to see my Daddy with a worried expression.

"Daddy!" I cheered, jumping up and into his strong arms. "You made me breakfast?"

"I told you I was just a min-Sophia?" I grinned, nuzzling into his neck and wrapping around him tightly. "Good morning Babygirl. Come on, I'll put on something fun to watch and you can snuggle up, sound good?"

"Really?" He nodded and I jumped from his arms, sliding under the blanket and bouncing excitedly.

"You have to calm down baby, it's time to eat. I don't need you choking the first day I have you to myself."

Sitting there with my Daddy was possibly the most comfortable I had ever been, knowing that no matter what he would be there for me. For the first time in a long time I didn't have to worry about how I was going to feel tomorrow or the next day, because I knew whether it was a good day, a bad day or even a bad week that my daddy would be there to take care of me.

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Note

Okay! So we know Sofia used to call Sam boo-bear, so, what if Brynn jokingly called him that? What would be his reaction?

Hey, girl, hey! Did you think I forgot about this Ask? 🤪

First of all, thank you so much for sending it! *major hugs* 💜 It was so thoughtful!

I hope you don't mind, but your Ask was just too friggin delicious! Like, the devil on my shoulder and I giggled with glee! So, I turned it into a prompt, and oh boy... we got silly. Enjoy! 🤣

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Book: TNA

Word Count: ~6340

Warning: N*FW (🍋--please don't get excited; cringe-worthy smut); profanity; innuendos and sexual content and sexual manipulation

A/N: These characters belong to our friends at Pixelberry. Big ol' thank you hug to the lovely @kat-tia801 for pre-giggling pre-reading this silliness for me. GO TEAM! Also, thank you, @ao719, for helping me with some brainstorming snags!

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Skyscrapers pierce through the sunrays of the noonday sky, casting shifting shadows on the crowded streets of New York. The bustle of the lunch mob has a distinct sound; she can hear it perfectly with her gray, inquisitive eyes, smirking as she recognizes the panged faces of overworked employees. Although the black town car cancels out the actual nuisance of the busy street noise, Brynn Schuyler is subject to her own deafening show: her boyfriend’s twin sons.

"--and if the chef cuts the fish wrong, and you eat it--" Mickey wraps his hands around his neck, moaning in pain while his body falls limp in his seatbelt.

"Nuh-uh,” Mason fires back at his brother, though not entirely convinced of his own answer.

“It’s true!” Mickey insists, crawling onto his knees to face Mason. “I saw it on TV. If you eat the wrong part of a fish, you’ll die.” He shifts his eyes around the car, “Like, right away.”

“Knock it off, Mickey!” Wrinkling his brows, Mason shoves his brother back into his seat with a loud thud. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever–!”

“Boys!” Brynn scolds. “Mason, we don’t say words like that! Mickey, quit antagonizing your brother–”

“But it’s true, Brynn,” Mickey whines. “Tell him that eating fish can kill you.”

Brynn smirks, squinting her eyes thoughtfully at the seven-year-old. She lovingly smooths out the collar to his polo shirt, trying to make sense of where he heard such a claim. “Mick, I don’t know about that–”

“It was on TV! There are these chefs from Japan and they have to go to a special school and their test is eating the fish they cook–”

“Oh!” Brynn’s eyes grow wide in realization as Mickey speaks with passionate conviction. “You’re talking about one kind of fish–oh, what’s it called? Hrmm–” she taps her lips, trying to remember the alternate name “Oh! It’s that pufferfish! Um…fugu!”

The twin boys instantly stop their pleas, staring in shock at what their father’s girlfriend just said to them. “Dad won’t let us say that word,” nervously informs Mason.

“Wait a minute, what word?” questions a perplexed Brynn.

Mickey cups his hand around his mouth, leaning towards her. “The f-word.”

Brynn lets out a hearty chuckle. “Oh boys, no,” she titters, “that’s not–”

“Yeah huh,” Mickey eagerly interrupts, turning to talk conspiratorially to his brother, “but sometimes when he’s really mad, Dad says it–”

“Oh! Like the other night with Brynn? In his bedroom?” Whispers Mason back to Mickey.

“Say what?” Her jaw drops in horror. Surely she is not hearing what she thinks she is hearing.

A flash of guilt pours over Mason’s face as he meekly adjusts his glasses on his nose. “We could hear you, “--he swallows thickly, “--screaming that word. And then Dad would scream it, and then you would scream it back at him again–”

“And sometimes you scream it at the same time as Dad,” fills in Mickey. “Sometimes you sound really sad, like you’ve been crying. Sometimes you sound like you're laughing–”

“You guys hear all that?” Brynn abruptly interjects the boys, a queasy sensation overcoming her stomach. She and Sam had been so careful, so clever and stealthy with their insatiable private life–or so she thought. She shakes her head. “I mean, um–” she stops the twins before they can answer her previous question. “You know? Your father is exactly right. You should never, ever say that word–”

“Then why are you and Dad allowed to say it?” Innocently questions Mickey.

Feeling her cheeks flush, Brynn looks to the family’s driver Carter, their eyes meeting in his rearview mirror. Stifling a chuckle, he offers a shrug with a knowing wink, making her face burn deep scarlet. She finally fumbles out an answer in hopes to change the subject. “Listen, if you ever hear us saying, ya’know, that word, it means something serious is happening that is private and only for adults. Capiche?” The boys turn to one another, shrugging their shoulders before bobbing their heads up and down in agreement. Brynn never felt so relieved to hear pure silence.

Finally at their destination, the boys eagerly bounce out of their seats onto the busy sidewalk, taking special note to stay close to Brynn. “Thanks, Carter,” she leans against his window, giving him money. “Go get you some lunch–something good. We shouldn’t be too long.” With an endearing smile, Carter tips his cap and slowly rejoins traffic. As Brynn waves goodbye, her attention falls back on the boys.

“You guys ready to--?” Brynn suddenly cuts herself off when she notices the less than thrilled looks from the twins. "Oh c’mon, you two. What's with the pouty faces?"

“Why are we at Dad's job?” whines Mickey, crossing his arms. “I thought you said we were going to the park."

"We are, silly!” Brynn snickers into a sigh.

The twins slouch their shoulders. “It’s so boring here, and Dad never has time to play when we’re here,” sadly states Mickey.

Brynn squats down to his level, gingerly cupping his cheek and stroking it with her thumb. She wraps her other arm around Mason's shoulders, pulling him securely to her side. “You two know how busy your dad is at work. But, who comes home and plays with you every night?” The boys slowly grin in understanding. “And who gets a Daddy Day once a week where they get to do anything with their father? No business calls, no meetings, none of the icky boring adult stuff?” Both of the boys begin to giggle, their cheeks pinking with joy.

“We are just making a quick stop here, and then–” she raises an eyebrow, “-- it’s off to show you two who can go the highest on the swings!”

“Uh-uh!” Squeals Mason.

“No way!” Mickey playfully sticks out his tongue.

Brynn chuckles, hugging the boys tight against her. She combs her fingers through each of their long, chestnut curls. “So, the sooner we get done here,” she holds out her hand for Mason to take it, “the sooner we can go do what we want to do. Sound good?” Mickey dutifully takes Brynn’s other hand, nodding his head in unison with his brother. They begin to proceed through the massive multitude of people on the street.

“Will we see Dad at all?” shouts Mason.

“Probably not,” she pulls the boys closer. “Your Uncle Robin needed a favor.”

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“Mr. Flores, you’re needed in sector 4B.”

Robin lets out a hefty exhale as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He reaches across his wooden desk, pressing the answer button to his intercom. “Sheila? I thought we talked about this. I am not available until further notice, until I’m–” he stumbles over his words, “--um, more presentable to the public.”

Ending the call, Robin quickly cuts off the overhead light to his office so that no one would attempt to disturb him. He anxiously paces back and forth in his office, carefully avoiding the glass door which has no privacy screen or curtain. He already pulled the blinds to his window-enclosed room to block out prying eyes; plus he canceled his full afternoon of meetings. But, how would he get home like this? He is relying on his brother’s girlfriend to show up with the answer. And soon.

Sitting in the dark at his computer, he pulls out his cell phone to contact Brynn. Was she able to get into his apartment building? Did she find the right keys? Did she find what he was looking for?

His intercom buzzes again. “Mr. Flores?”

Robin sighs, trying not to be irritated with his secretary. It wasn’t her fault he is in this predicament. He answers the call. “Yes, Sheila?”

“I apologize for disturbing you again, sir, but I forgot to tell you that Ms. Schuyler arrived a little while ago, and she’s en route to your–”

“She’s on her way?” Robin interrupts with urgency, jumping from his chair. He hadn’t thought this far into his plan, but he at least wanted to be prepared for when Brynn walked into his office. “Thanks, Sheila!” He frantically ends the call. He turns to his left, then to his right, looking for something, anything to cover up his current state. He grabs the trash can off the floor as he continues to spin in a circle, searching for a better option when suddenly he discovers he forgot to lock the deadbolt to his office.

The glass door swings open. “Go on in, boys–” Brynn’s voice echoes in from the hallway, directing the twins into the room.

“But why is it so dark in here?” Innocently asks Mason, tripping over his own feet into the light-less room.

Robin freezes, holding the trashcan in front of his hips as a sweltering blush creeps across his cheeks. He slowly swallows, forcing a charming grin to mask his terrified face. “You made it!” He chuckles, attempting to act like everything is normal.

“Hey, Robin,” Brynn hesitantly greets, only able to make out his figure. She runs her hand along the wall, looking for the light switch. “Dude,” she snickers, “why is it so dark in here–?”

“No, Brynn!” Robin shouts, dropping the waste basket to reach out to stop her. “Don’t flip on the–”

As the lights hum to life, Brynn twirls around to inspect the commotion Robin is creating. As her eyes adjust to the fluorescent lighting of his office, she smiles brightly to greet him–that is until her face drops in horror.

And she screams.“Oh, God!” Her expression becomes more pained, more disgusted. “Oh my God!” Brynn cinches her eyes tightly closed before covering her eyes with her hands.

“No-no-no-no!” Robin rapid fires the word from his tongue. “It’s not what you think–!”

Thinking on her toes, Brynn turns the lights back off as she sweetly calls to the boys. “Guys, I need you to do me a favor and wait outside. This will be quick.” The twins nod obediently and exit through the office door.

“Brynn, I–?”

“Robin! Where the fuck are your pants?”

“Listen, I–?”

“And for the love of all that is holy, why is that thing so happy right now?” Brynn peeks through her fingers to casually look under Robin’s desk, fully expecting to see someone.

“No, there’s no one under there,” sternly answers Robin. Clearly unhappy, he crosses his arms, glaring at his brother’s girlfriend.

“Christ, Robin, your seven-year-old nephews were just in here–hell! You knew I was coming up here! Could you have given me just an inkling of a warning that the pants were for, um, were for–?” She extends her arms, her hands motioning towards the bulge in his boxer briefs.

“Oh! And do tell: how do you suspect that conversation would’ve gone, sweetie?” He glowers at her. He holds his hand up like a telephone to his ear before speaking in a husky voice. “Hey, Brynn, I have a massive hard on that I can’t seem to get rid of. Could’ya bring me some pants?” He heightens his voice, pretending to be more dainty and feminine as he bats his eyelashes. “Oh, Robin, I’d love to bring you some trousers to fit your humongous–”

“Stop!” Brynn holds up her hand, closing her eyes. “Point taken. Can you fill me in now?”

Robin holds out his hand. “Sweats please.” He looks away from Brynn, refusing to look her in the eye. “I’m not going to explain myself until I cover up.” She hands him the pair of sweatpants, hastily turning her back so he can slip them over his bare legs and full erection. “You know? This is Sam’s fault.” Raising an eyebrow, Brynn whips around, but remains speechless.,”Yeah, your precious boyfriend, who knew I had several important meetings this afternoon, slipped something in my coffee, and now–” Robin sighs, leaning in to whisper, “Robin Junior won’t go down. And now my slacks are too tight.” He huffs. “Did you know a dick can chafe, Brynn? Did you?” His voice quietly strains..

“H–Hold–Hold on.” Brynn waves her hands to interrupt. “How do you know it was Sam?”

Robin leans up against his desk with a smug-look on his face. “Because when I asked him, the fucker texted me this.” He grabs his phone to open his text message from Sam. “See?”

Brynn squints her eyes, perplexed by the picture. “What is that? Are those chess pieces?”

“Yeah,” he points to the game pieces in the picture: a queen with a turned over king. “This is called checkmate, meaning the king cannot escape. Sammy’s claiming that he’s won.”

Brynn furrows her eyebrows in confusion. “Won what?” She spends a moment in silence, thinking about what all this could mean–that is until suddenly, it dons on her. “Fucking-A,” she gurmbles, glaring at her good friend. “Are you two still being assholes to each other–?”

Robin clears his throat, becoming serious. “It’s called a prank war. We’ve been doing this off-and-on since we were fifteen. It’s perfectly harmless,” he abruptly feels the ache in his boxers, making him wince. “Well, at least it was.”

“Harmless my ass,” Brynn sardonically chuckles, “you dyed his hair that sewage green color last week! You knew he had that huge client presentation.”

“Yeah, well–,” Robin quiets his snickers while pointing to his forehead, “--it was only after he shaved off my eyebrows!”

“Cool!” Mickey peeks into the room, commenting on what he was hearing.

“Mick!” Brynn snaps her fingers. “Out!” She points to the door as Mickey slinks back to the hallway. She turns her attention back to her boyfriend’s half-brother. “You both have got to stop this prank war business. It has gotten way out of hand, and look,” she motions to the door. “You aren’t setting a good example for the boys.”

“Yeah,” Robin groans, combing his fingers through his hair before dragging them down his face. A tender, sorrowful look of remorse crosses his face., “I know, I know. You’re right. I guess a man should know when he’s been beaten.” They endearingly smile at one another.

“Well, I have a special date with two handsome Dalton men,” she grins sweetly, grabbing her tote bag. “Um–” she glances down at Robin’s bulge, “Should I maybe, um, take you somewhere to get that fixed?”

“Oh?” Robin hopefully rocks his hips forward while shoving his hands into his pockets. “And, um–” he drags his teeth across his bottom lip, taking in Brynn’s entire physique, “what did you have in mind?”

Brynn wrinkles up her nose, backing up towards the door to leave. “I think you can take care of that yourself. Just next time, lock the door,” she winks.

“Wait a minute,” Robin jogs up next to her to stop her. “I’m curious,” he hushes his voice, “does Sam have to take, um… does he need help getting enhanced?”

“Wow,” Brynn blushes, grabbing a piece of gum from her bag “so many lines have been crossed today–”

“I’m just curious as to where perfect Sammy got a pill like that,” Robin teases, holding back a laugh.

“Fucking grow up, Robin.”

“So then you and Sam–?”

Brynn sighs, taking the bait as she removes the silver wrapping to her gum. “Best sex ever,” she purposefully gloats. “Oh, and Robin?”

“Hrmmm?”

“He has no problem getting it up,” Brynn seductively places the gum in her mouth, letting the tip of her tongue pull it in deeper, “Or down,” she purrs.

“Oh God,” Robin mutters, a look of disgust crawling across his face.

Tickled by his reaction, Brynn puts on her oversized, tortoise-shell sunglasses and heads for the door.

“That can only mean one thing,” Robin calls out, his hands resting in his pockets. “He’s got you–oh God!”

Brynn stops, whirling around hastily. “He’s got me what–?”

Robin rubs his cheek, bewildered. “Wow, I never would’ve picked you out as someone who’d enjoy doing that–”

“What?” Brynn interjects. “What are you even talking about, Flores? What does Sam have me doing?” She takes a step closer. “Enjoying what exactly–?”

“Hey, I’m not one to judge,” Robin throws up his hands in defense, feigning innocence. “I mean, I always try anything at least twice: once to try it, and then again to confirm it wasn't just a fluke." He smirks while Brynn rolls her eyes. "I’m just saying it surprises me–”

“For Christ’s sake,” Brynn bites. “What are you even talking about?”

Robin sighs, looking suspiciously to the door to ensure the twins were still out of earshot. He then leans back against his desk, folding his hands together. “Alright,” he clicks his tongue, “baby talk.”

Brynn titters. "Did you just say--?" She tumbles into a fit of laughter, cupping both of her hands over her mouth.

“Okay, fine, nevermind,” Robin waves his hand to dismiss her as he walks back around his desk to take a seat.

“I’m sorry,” Brynn continues to chuckle in between her words, “I just–I just– that is the most preposterous thing I’ve ever heard. I can almost see the look on Sam’s face if I started baby-talking to him. He would hate that!”

Robin pulls out a few file folders refusing to make eye contact with Brynn.

Brynn quickly settles down as she watches Robin intently. “He would hate that,” a sudden worried look splashes across her face, “wouldn’t he?”

Robin shuffles around some papers, flashing a quick glance to Brynn. “Mhmm, whatever you say.” He raises his eyebrows as if to mock her. “You’re the girlfriend,” he sasses under his breath.

Brynn purses her lips together, her eyes wander about the room in search of a comeback, but nothing clever comes to her mind. Irritated, she grabs her purse and stomps towards the door. Grabbing the handle, she stops, taking a few deep breaths. She finally blows a raspberry with her lips. “Nice try, Flores.”

“Suit yourself, Schuyler,” he spouts nonchalantly, busying himself with his documents. “It’s just–no, nevermind.”

Brynn slowly turns around, focusing her attention on Robin. She crosses her arms, popping out her hip. “Okay. Fine. Spit it out.”

Robin finds a stopping point in his work, before finally lounging back in his office chair. He exhales loudly as he tucks his hands behind his head. “Think about it: do you really think Sam would let a woman call him ‘Boo-Bear’?”

Brynn shutters. “No–I mean, yes–I mean–” she lets out a heavy breath in frustration. She nervously chews on the side of her mouth. “I figured he was just being nice, and didn’t want to hurt her feelings–”

“Brynny, let me shoot it to you straight,” Robin rests his hands flat on the desk, becoming very serious. “There is nothing sexy about ‘Boo-Bear’--nothing. Being called that will make any guy lose a hard-on in 2.4 seconds–” he leans in collusively towards Brynn, “Unless the man gets off to that kind of talk.”

“Oh, please–”

“I’m serious.” His eyes shift around the room. “Sofia called him ‘Boo-Bear’. What did Addy call him? ‘Boo-Bear’. Adriana Lima? ‘Boo-Bear’. His little publicity stunt with Kelsey Kardashian–”

“Wait, Kelsey Kardashian?” Brynn uses her fingers, counting out the Kardashian sisters. “Who’s Kelsey?”

“Oh,” Robin waves his hand. “We were trying to land this deal with this firm out in LA several years back, and well, long story short, Dad and Sammy thought dating a Kardashian would promote the Dalton image.”

“Yeah, but Kelsey?”

“Turns out the only Kardashian Sam could snag was their cousin Kelsey who acts as a Kim impersonator on the strip. They lasted for a few weeks.” He settles back into his chair. “Now Kourtney and I? We go back–”

“You?” Brynn nearly chokes on her gum. “You and Kourtney Kardashian?”

“Hey, you forget: I’m best friends with the Lord.” Robin smugly grins as if that means something life-altering to Brynn; but when her forehead crinkles, he rolls his eyes. “Lord Disick!”

“Jesus Christ–”

“Wrong Lord,” he wags his finger. “Lord Scott Disick. I introduced him and Kourtney–I mean, after I sampled the goods–”

“Are we done here or–?”

“Okay--okay, the point I’m trying to make, Brynny dear, is that even Kelsey Kardashian was calling him ‘Boo Bear’.” He clasps his hands together, the tips of his pointer fingers pressed to one another, thoughtfully placed against his upper lip. “It’s just a matter of time–”

“No,” Brynn shakes her head. “Sam’s not into baby talk. He–He can’t be. He’s not.” She opens the glass door to exit his office.

“Hey, I’m just looking out for you, if you’re wanting to really spice things up and maybe even surprise him–”

“Goodbye, Flores.”

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Later that evening after the twins had been put to bed, Robin’s words continue to rattle around furiously in Brynn’s head. One of the best things about her intimate relationship with Sam is the vulnerability they share with one another. As their relationship deepens, their desire for pleasing one another reaches new highs in the form of new experiences. But this? Dirty talk is no problem for them; the twins made that quite clear this afternoon. But baby talk? Is that considered role-playing? Is she seriously considering this? Can she even bring herself to say those two, bone-chilling words: boo-bear?

She fixes her eyes on Sam, as he silently finishes his late dinner. Baby talk, she smirks to herself. That gorgeous man is into cutesy voices and rhyming words? Brynn mindlessly chews on her cuticles, her attention fixated on her boyfriend. She should talk to him first, right? But, if it turns him on, how much more turned on would he be that she took the initiative?

Unaware of how lost she is in her thoughts, her face contorts with concern. The wrinkles on her forehead deepen with each sigh of disdain. The edges of her mouth begin to fall into a pensive frown.

“Babe?” Sam gently breaks her from her reverie. “Is everything okay?”

Brynn’s cheeks flush. “Yeah,” she fibs into a soft titter. “I–I’m fine,” she grins.

Raising an eyebrow, he fixes his eyes on Brynn as he finishes his bite. “What are you thinking?”

Well, no time like the present, she motivates herself.

A devious look washes over Brynn, her eyes darkening with lust as she stands up from her seat. Watching him casually lick his bottom lip. Brynn slowly struts to Sam’s side, his attention mesmerized by the sway of her curves. She places her hands on his shoulders, steadying herself as she straddles his lap. She runs her fingers through his waves, tugging at the nape of his neck. His eyes flutter close, leaning into her touch.

“What do you think I’m thinking, Sammy Bear?”

Sam curiously smolders at the heated woman before him. Caressing her skin wantonly, his strong, outstretched hands wander down the slope of her back until firmly gripping the fullness of her ass. Eliciting a playful gasp, he captures her bottom lip with his mouth, his tongue pleading for hers. Standing up away from the table, she locks her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. Tearing away from his lusty pout, Brynn bats her eyelashes. “Time to go nighty-night?”

Sam chuckles, spanking Brynn’s bottom. “You don’t have to tell me twice.” He swiftly carries her into the bedroom, locking the door.

Holy shit. This is working. She hastily unbuttons his shirt, pulling it off his rugged shoulders before staring in awe. “Oh, Sammy Bear,” she giggles, “are you my big, gwo-wing boy?” She begins to drag her hand down the taut musculature of his chest–that is until he suddenly grasps her hand. Crap! Too far…

She looks up to Sam, her stormy-blue eyes darting between his darkened eyes and inviting plump pout. She tries to slow down her racing heartbeat, but Brynn quickly grows breathless as he brings her hand to his mouth. His tender kisses against her knuckles quickly turn to his lips parting, his mouth hungry for more of her. He takes in her pointer and middle finger, the tip of his tongue flicking them apart as he slides his tongue back and forth between them.

Her breath hitches in her chest, making Sam lustfully chuckle with a sinister grin. Pulling her fingers out, his voice grows deeper, more gravelly. “Wanna feel your big, growing boy?” Guiding her with his grip, he slips her hand down his slacks, wrapping her hand around his firm girth. Her soft touch buckles his knees, her lips crashing perfectly into his. He moans into her, her hand stroking his hard cock, draping her two licked fingers casually around each pump of her arm.

“Fuck, Brynn,” he exhales. He attempts to roll his head back, but Brynn sinks her teeth into his bottom lip, her fingers grasping stronger, her thumb intimately circling his tip. “Brynn, fuck– it’s–fuck, I can’t–I’m gonna–I’m gonna–” Without warning, Sam spills into his own ecstasy, panting heavily to catch his breath. Brynn tenderly massages him through his release, her lips pressed against his neck and jaw. Sam’s guttural groans and growls tease her into her own heightened senses.

“Did Sammy Bear enjoy his widdle play time?” She nibbles on his ear.

“Mhmm,” he moans, lacing his fingers through his tousled waves. Gripping her hair tightly, Sam exposes her neck, and begins to feast fervently on the delicate skin.

The tickle of his tongue sends her into a titter of snickers. That was so fast! I cannot believe that fucking worked. Sam Dalton? Into baby talk?

Suddenly, Brynn is pushed back, tumbling carelessly into the bed. “Someone’s been a very naughty girl,” whispers Sam, crawling on top of her body to claim her lips again. Lifting up her dress, he fingers glide up her smooth thighs. “Mmmm, a very naughty girl,” he murmurs as he slides his fingers into her wet, lacy panties.

Sam slips to the side of her body, his eyes bouncing from Brynn’s doting eyes to his own ministrations of taking off her undergarments. Slipping off her red thong, he sniffs them ferally before tossing them to the floor. “Well, well, Miss, Schuyler, what have we here?” He teases as his hands ravenously take hold of her bare ass. With the sound of her pleasurable gasp, Sam slips off the bed, falling to his knees.

With his fingertips digging into her skin, he lifts her pelvis closer to himself, burying his face in between her saturated lips. Lapping at her slick desire, Sam traces his mouth up her slit, hovering over her most sensitive of areas.

“Ohhh,” she breathlessly whimpers, her toes curling against his shoulders. “Someone’s a hung-wee widdle bear,” she exhales gravelly.

For a brief moment, Sam glances up, raising an eyebrow at his lover. He’s never heard her talk like this before, but despite this atypical behavior, he takes pleasure in hearing her come undone. And if this new peculiar way of expressing herself is what she wants, then he’s more than happy to play along.

Brynn softly calls out to him. “Please don’t stop, baby,” she moans. “Your mouthy-wouthy feels so good on my kitty–” she singsongs into another hum of pleasure. As she writhes for his touch, he takes hold of her again with his mouth.

Feeling the sudden rhythmic strokes of his lithe tongue around her clit, Brynn cradles his head between her thighs. With the arch of her back, her breathing turns to panting as she grips the sheets of the bed.

With his plump lips, Sam engulfs her pulsating center, sucking her into his mouth, his teeth grazing her exactly where she wants to be touched. With each wave of pleasure threatening to wreck her into complete ecstasy, Brynn quickly spirals undone.

“Yes, God!” She groans, bucking her hips into Sam. “Right–oh God, yes, there, yes! Don’t–stop–God, I’m going to–I’m going to—” Suddenly arching her back, Brynn succumbs to her own pleasure, pouring over her trembling body. Her eyes cinch tightly closed as her head tosses back and forth with each magnetized jolt of euphoria through her body. Sam intently twirls his tongue around her pulsating center, helping her finish completely.

Hearing her breathing slow down, Sam gently kisses her thighs before tenderly tracing a path up her belly. Finally, he rests his head between her clothed breasts.

Instinctively, Brynn cradles Sam’s head in her arms, casually combing his waves, the feel of her nails sending chills down his spine. This was incredible, she praises herself. And we’re not done yet, she jokes..

Sam closes his chocolate brown eyes, the rhythm of her heartbeat lulls him into total relaxation. “I love you, baby.”

Filled with confidence over her success with the baby talk, Brynn breathes out a joyous sigh of relief, hugging tightly to Sam. “I love you, too, Boo-Bear.”

Sams’ body grows rigid. With a scoff, he slips off of Brynn.

“Baby?” She opens her eyes, wondering what happened. “Where are you going–?”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Brynn?” Sam snarls.

Brynn sits up, leaning back on her arms. “Baby?” Confusion spreads across her face as she watches the look of putrid disgust plague his handsome features. He wipes off his face, turning to slide off the bed. “Baby, c’mon.”

Sam grabs a cotton t-shirt, jerking it over his head furiously, his heavy breathing audible.

“Baby,” Brynn slips out of bed, adjusting her dress. “Talk to me,” she wraps her arms around his waist. “What’s wrong–?”

“You know damn well what’s wrong,” he grabs her hands, removing her arms away from his body.

“Sam,” she struggles to find words, “I–I don’t know. I thought–” she offers a sensual grin, “--I thought we were having a good timey-wimey, you being my cutesy-wootsy Boo-Bear–”

“That!” He roars. “What the fuck are you doing?” He grabs her shoulders, “Why would you even say something so abhorrent to me?” He lets go of her, storming to the bathroom. “Is this some kind of sick joke, or–”

“Sam,” her eyes begin to water. “I–I’m sorry, I–I–I don’t know what to say.” She slumps her shoulders, her a red flushing growing up her chest and neck. “I–I thought you would enjoy that, the baby talk and-and me calling you, well, you know–”

“Don’t!” Sam frantically screams, putting his hand up in front of her face. “For fuck’s sake, Brynn, what made you think that I’d–” he trails off, putting his hands on his hips. He shakes his head in disbelief. “Baby talk? Really?”

“I said I was sorry,” sniffles Brynn.

“And don’t even get me started on that disgusting pet name–”

“Wait,” Brynn stifles a sob. “You–you don’t like Boo-Bear?” Her eyebrows knit together with curiosity.

“No!” Sam snickers sardonically. “Why would you think that? I mean, for fuck’s sake, how, Brynn? How could you even think that? I fucking hated that name when that wench insisted in calling me that! Do you have any idea how hard it is to perform, being called that?” Sam begins to pace like a prowling lion, his anger evident with each step. “I thought everything was fine here,” he points to the bed, “I thought we were fine.”

“Oh my God,” Brynn mutters to herself, placing her palm against forehead. “Oh my God, Sam, I–I can’t believe this–”

“That makes two of us,” he crosses his arms across his chest.

“No, no, I mean, I was duped. I–I was led to believe that you like those things–that you enjoy those things. I–oh my God!” Brynn’s tone becomes gruffer, more irritated as her hands turn into fists.

“Who told you–?”

“Wait–” she holds her hand up, sniffing the air deeply. “Do you smell that?” She turns towards the door of the bedroom, sniffing deeply. “Do you smell smoke?”

Sam puts his hand on the door, ensuring it wasn’t hot. He sniffs, again. “Yeah, yeah I do. And actually–” he breathes in intently, “it smells like a cigar.”

Staring into each other’s eyes with a sense of panic growing inside of them, they simultaneously shout: “The boys!” Hurrying out of the master bedroom, they jog through the darkened penthouse, the earthy smoke smell growing stronger with each step they take until finally, they cross paths with a floating smoke ring in the air, coming from the living room.

Unexpectedly inhaling the smoke, Brynn begins to cough, crouching over to clear her lungs. Sam wafts at the fumes, trying to get a clearer view of where they were coming from. He finally reaches over the wall, flipping on the soft, ambient lighting of the room.

And their mouths drop in shock.

“Checkmate, mother fucker!”

With a smug grin on his face, Robin sits comfortably with his legs crossed in a wing-backed chair, smoking a meduro.

“You… you asshole!” Brynn lunges at Robin, only to be stopped by Sam. He instantly wraps his arms around her, urging her to calm down. “He’s the one!” She shouts. “You fucking used me!”

As Robin grins mischievously, Sam grows more concerned. “Wait, what do you mean ‘he used you’? And Robin,” he blows a raspberry, “what the fuck are you doing here so late?”

“And miss the show?”

“Fuck you!” Spits Brynn.

“So vulgar!” Robin jovially laughs to himself. “I personally enjoyed her with the baby talk myself.” He begins to applaud with his hands, “Marvelous performance, by the way.”

“Oh my God, I’m going to throw up,” Brynn whimpers into a scowl, crossing her arms. She turns towards her boyfriend. “He told me that you love baby talk, that you’ve made your past relationships call you that pet name–”

Both Sam and Robin interrupt her, holding up their hands. “No! Don’t say it!”

Brynn sighs, dropping her head into her hands. “God, I’m so embarrassed.”

“Robin?” Sam peers at his brother, completely dumbfounded. “Did you really–fuck!” He lets out a scream, pacing in frustration before returning his attention back on his brother. “Did you really do this? Did you really tell Brynn all of that horseshit?”

“Pretty clever, huh, Sammy?” Robin chuckles.

Brynn storms up to Robin, stealing his cigar. “Get the fuck out of my house!” she sneers.

“Or else what?” Robin pretends to be fearful. “Is Brynny Wynny going to punish me for being a naughty boy?”

In a sudden flash, Sam grabs Robin by the arm, manhandling him from the chair and pushing him towards the elevators. “Spare key. Now.” Sam holds out his stern hand, fighting the urge to pummel his younger brother.

“C’mon, Sammy,” Robin tries to reason, “this is your fault, too. You’re the one that gave me a fucking hard-on at work today. At least I helped you get some action–”

Sam shoves Robin against the wall, holding his forearm across his throat. He leans in close.. “Our prank wars are between us,” he snarls. “And for the record, I got action despite you.” Robin quickly drops his key into Sam’s other hand, causing Sam to let go. He roughly escorts his brother onto the elevator. “Enjoy your hand, little bro,” Sam pumps his hand in the air as if his fingers were wrapped around a phallic shape.

Once ensuring Robin was gone, Sam retreats back into the living room to find Brynn curled up on the couch. He quietly sits next to her, remaining silent as they both stare out the widow at the New York City skyline.

“Are you okay?” Sam gingerly whispers.

“I’ll be fine,” there’s a tremble in her voice as she hides the fact she is wiping away tears on her shirt.

“Brynn, I–” Sam senses her sadness, pulling her body onto his lap. “I’m so sorry this happened.” He nuzzles his nose into her cheek, naturally making her become unglued with tears.

She wraps her arms around his neck as he tightens his embrace around her. “I’m just so embarrassed–”

“Shhh, I know,” he consoles her, rubbing her back endearingly. “But, hey, it’s me,” he sweetly laces her hairline with kisses. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It was definitely, um–” he clears his throat, making Brynn slap playfully at his chest, “--but, I bet you we will laugh about this someday.”

“You think so?” Brynn smiles, wiping at her eyes.

“Yep, when we’re old and gray,” he snickers, squeezing her affectionately, “and I need one of those pills Robin took.” Sam and Brynn fall into a tizzy of laughter, holding tightly to each other in the dark.

“Dad! Brynn!”

All of a sudden around the corner, Mickey and Mason bound towards the couple on the couch. Sam rubs his hand down his face as the boys sleepily fall into his and Brynn’s lap.

“What are you two doing out of bed? It’s late.”

“Well, we wanted to make sure you and Brynn were okay,” quietly answers Mason. “We heard hollering voices.”

“Yeah,” interjects Mickey. “We weren’t sure if you needed help,” he flashes a concerned look to his brother before continuing, “or if it was a private, adult thing. You know–” he covers his mouth secretively, leaning in towards his father and his girlfriend to whisper. “--involving the f-word.”

Sam pinches the bridge of his nose, turning his attention to Brynn. “Do I even want to know?”

“Nope.” Completely unphased, Brynn is already shaking her head, staring at the twins. “After what just happened? Not even a little bit.”

After a few minutes of late night snuggles with the boys, the twins finally retreat back to their room, hand-in-hand with Brynn and Sam. They eagerly jump into their bunk bed, their eyes instantly becoming heavy with exhaustion.

“Love you, guys,” whispers Sam as he flips on their night light.

“Love you, too, Dad,” yawns Mason.

“G’night Brynn,” Mickey sweetly waves.

“Sweet dreams,” she softly singsongs.

Shutting the door, Sam wraps an arm around Brynn, guiding her slowly down the hallway. Once reaching his bedroom, he closes the door before engulfing Brynn in his strong embrace, tracing comforting circles down her back. After several moments of enjoying each other in silence, Sam presses his lips against the shell of her ear.

“Who’s ready to go night-night?”

Brynn giggles, stealing a kiss from his lips. “Sounds perfect.”

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lem-20 · 3 years

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Frustrations

Summary: Frustrated that Ethan won't let their relationship develop, will MC find some time alone with Bryce too much of a temptation? Rewrite of Bk 1 Ch 11 Bryce scene.

Book/Pairing: Open Heart/Bryce x MC / Ethan x MC (Cecilia Gibson)

Category/Rating: Smut/Explicit

Word Count: 1.7k

Authors notes: I thought I'd try something a bit different for this fic. I had an idea in mind, but I'm not sure if it has come out as I'd hoped 🤣

I have included this weeks @wackydrabbles prompt Hold still

Also inspired by @choicesmonthlychallenge prompt Day 18: Waiting

Characters and some dialogue owned by pixelberry

Cecilia never meant to fall for Ethan Ramsey.

She had always admired his work and had been hugely inspired by him, but a romantic relationship wasn't something that had ever crossed her mind - she hadn't even known what he looked like before her first day at Edenbrook.

When she first met him his condescending behaviour had actually led her to think that he was a bit of an asshole - admittedly she didn't realise it was him at that point, but he definitely hadn't left a good first impression.

It didn't take long for her opinion of him to change though. Working together when Dolores came in and then trying to help Naveen had brought them much closer together than either of them could have imagined. What was blossoming between them certainly wasn't a normal attending/intern relationship.

When they finally kissed in Miami, she'd hoped that it would be the start of something between them. They had got so close to ending up in bed together—something she had been fantasising about for some time—but Ethan had stopped things going any further and she had been feeling frustrated ever since.

A few days after returning from Miami, she had questioned Ethan about what was happening between them.

"Be honest...about us," she said.

"I'm...not sure what you mean," he replied, avoiding her eyes.

"I think you know exactly what I mean."

He turned his back to her and she walked up close behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Please Cecilia, this is hard enough already."

"Then why keep fighting it? We both want this. We both feel this. It almost seems inevitable..."

He turned to her, his eyes filled with longing...and pain.

Reaching up, he gently stroked her cheek. "We're doctors, Cecilia. Fighting the inevitable is our job description."

Without another word he walked past her and out of the lab. She hung her head—her heart sinking—as the sound of his footsteps faded away.

She couldn't deny the hurt she felt. Even though part of her understood his reasoning, she couldn't just pretend there wasn't a connection between them.

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Several nights later Cecilia was at home in her apartment researching Rhodes disease for Mrs Martinez. Her friends had volunteered to help and several hours had passed when her reading was interrupted by snoring. She looked up to see that everyone had fallen asleep, except for Bryce.

"And then there were two," he smiled before looking back down at his research. "Wait a second...Cecilia, come look at this."

"What'd you find?" she asked, taking a seat next to him.

"Wound up on a message board. Looks like a pissed off employee leaked some old R&D memos from Panacea Labs...Check it out. It says a drug used for Huntington's cured some test subjects of Rhodes disease."

"If they've found a cure...why isn't it on the market?"

"This is pretty recent...Human trails can take years before a new drug gets F.D.A approval."

"Bryce, you found the answer!" Overwhelmed with excitement, she threw her arms around him and he hugged her back tightly.

The hug lingered and she feel reluctant to let go of him...

"I dunno about you, but I feel like celebrating," he whispered.

She looked into his eager eyes, knowing exactly how he wanted to celebrate.

If she went along with this she knew she may end up regretting it. Her feelings for Ethan were undeniable and there was definitely more to it than just a sexual attraction. But their interactions over the past few weeks had left her so confused and sexually frustrated that she was seriously considering taking Bryce up on his offer. She didn't know if Ethan would even allow anything to happen between them in the future and she couldn't wait around for him forever.

It wasn't as though Bryce was a random stranger. He was a good guy...kind...sexy. They had already been physical with each other before—after her housewarming party—so she knew he could definitely help release some of her frustrations there and then.

She gave him a smirk as she made her decision.

She grabbed Bryce's hand and led him to the bathroom. They bumped hard into the door as she pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

"Shh, don't wake the others up."

"I'm not the one you're gonna have to worry about," he teased.

He pinned her against the closed bathroom door and kissed her, while she pulled off his shirt.

His strong hands roamed her body, gliding under her clothes, trying to feel every part of her.

"Pent up much?"

"I'm always pent up when I see you," he replied.

She could feel the blush reaching her cheeks.

"Before we go any further, you should know...we have to keep this casual."

She knew this probably didn't need to be said, Bryce was a casual sort of guy, but she didn't need any extra drama in her life right now.

"No strings...fine by me," he grinned, pulling her clothes over her head.

She kissed up his neck and across his smooth jawline as she undid his trousers and pushed them to the ground.

She snapped the band of his underwear with a cheeky smile before sliding her hands beneath the fabric.

"I really don't need to keep those on," he whispered.

She kissed his chest as she slid his underpants down, her fingers brushing against him.

"Agreed..."

The sight of him standing to attention for her was a massive turn on.

She kissed him again as she took hold of him, enjoying the way his breath stopped and started as she pumped his length.

"Who has magic hands now?"

"You're giving me a run for my money," he replied before pulling her bra down and kissing and licking his way across her breasts.

A moan was the only sound she could make as a shiver ran throughout her entire body.

"How 'bout we have some good clean fun," he said pushing her backwards, guiding her toward the shower.

She turned to step in.

"Wait, hold still, "he grabbed her hand to stop her. "Before we get in, I want to get a proper look at you."

He spun her back to face him, before looking her up and down—eyes filled with lust.

"You're gorgeous," he stated while flashing her a grin.

She couldn't help but giggle. "You're quite the charmer Lahela."

Continuing into the shower, Bryce gently pushed her against the shower wall, turning on the tap. Warm water poured down on them as he kissed her, his hands exploring her body.

She returned the favour, running her hands over his slippery muscles.

Bryce reached between her legs and began to move his fingers, slowly but surely. She let out a moan.

"I told you I wasn't the one you had to worry about making noise..."

"I don't think I care anymore..."

She leaned her head against the shower wall and sighed as Bryce's hands worked their magic, circling round her most sensitive part. His lips traced across her collarbone as he dipped a finger inside her.

Her breathing grew heavier as he added another finger.

"Bryce...I need more..."

He gripped her by the back of the thighs and lifted her, pinning her high against the cold tiles.

She sighed with pleasure as she wrapped her legs around his waist and he slid himself inside her.

A whisper of guilt flickered across her mind, but it was too late to take it back now, this was happening and she wanted to enjoy it. It felt too good not to.

She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing any doubts out of her head. Instead concentrating on the sensations, the pleasure.

Bryce moved his lips down her neck, softly sucking and kissing as he went.

For a brief moment her mind took her back to Miami where it was Ethan's lips on her neck, his stubble gently scratching her sensitive skin. She remembered the taste of wine on his tongue as his mouth crashed into hers.

She lifted a hand up and ran it through Bryce's hair, gripping tightly as her pleasure started to build.

He plunged himself deep inside her over and over again and she moved her hand down to his chest, feeling his heart thundering as she neared her climax. Her fingernails clawed into his back as she lost control.

"Yes Eth—, Bryce."

Fuck.

She clung on to him, breathing heavily as he thrust a few more times, until he got his own release.

As she came down from her high she cringed as she recalled the fact she had started calling out Ethan's name while having sex with someone else.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at Bryce. He smiled at her and kissed her on the lips.

"That was amazing," he said.

"Yeah, it was," she replied through her heavy breathing.

Somehow she seemed to have got away with her slip up. Either he was too wrapped up in the moment to notice or he had decided not to mention it. Either way, she was extremely relieved.

He lowered her back down to the ground and they held each other close for a moment before getting dressed.

Bryce looked at the time, it was 2am.

"I'd better head home if I'm going to get any sleep before work tomorrow."

She grabbed his arm.

"You don't have to go, you could sleep here tonight."

He gave her a little smirk. "I think if I stayed here, you would prove to be way too distracting for either of us to get any sleep."

They both laughed.

"Okay, I'll walk you to the door."

They threw their clothes back on before stepping out into the corridor, where they could talk without waking the others.

"Thank you for tonight Bryce. For the help with the research and the...other thing. I really needed that."

He smiled broadly at her.

"Anytime, Gibson. And I mean it. Any time you need a special release, I'm there. Supply closet, on call room, gym, shower, locker room, your place, my place..."

"Yeah, okay Bryce," she chuckled, playfully pushing him away. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight Sien—, I mean Cecilia."

She tilted her head quizzically and he winked at her before turning to leave. Her eyes widened suddenly with realisation that she hadn't got away with her slip up after all.

Although she felt her face burn with embarrassment, she couldn't help but giggle to herself as she watched him walk down the corridor, before disappearing out of sight.

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getitinbusan · 4 years

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CAM BUNNY TWO - SMUT

Part ONE Here

"Baby I'm so bored."

You set your book face down to hold it's space, it was the 4th time he'd interrupted you.

"Why aren't you working on your mixtape, you need to get it done Guk."

His fingers walked up your bare leg and stopped at the hem of your shorts.

"I need inspiration," he whined while climbing on top of you.

Tucking his head into your neck he trailed kisses down your collar bone, "and I'm horny."

You giggled while pushing his head, trying to keep him at bay but it only made him try harder.

"I'd wager a bet that in the last 2 months you've had more sex than in your entire life."

He smiled devilishly, "It's not my fault you feel so good."

He picked up the new vibrator that had been delivered earlier, "Plus, how am I supposed to focus with all this stuff around."

"You want me to use it on you? We can show..." you picked up the card, "DaddyDong69 his gift in action."

Jungkook laughed, "I can't believe men send you these things. Do you think they'd still watch if they knew you had a boyfriend?"

You playfully bit the tip of the silicone, "Wanna find out?"

Hoseok quickly walked back to his room from the dance studio. Lately he'd been experiencing an unusual but not necessarily unwelcome side effect of his long practice sessions.

It took about 10 minutes to hit, his work outs had been increasing his testosterone levels, making his blood pump straight to his cock.

Turning the handle and locking the door behind him, he immediately tugged his pants down. Laptop and moisturizer conveniently at the ready he woke up the screen with the pad of his finger.

He shouldn't be on here but he couldn't help himself, the CAMBUNNY site had been bookmarked for the last few months and he'd become a regular.

Jungkook didn't have to know, you didn't have to know. As long as he stayed on the screen chat what did it hurt?

Your light was off, damn, what a waste of an erection.

Scrolling through pictures, he could get off to someone else, but it wouldn't be the same. Suddenly like you knew he was waiting, your availability turned on.

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"You wanted to play Kookie, so we're going to play."

His eyes looked innocent and naive, two things he definitely wasn't. "Don't worry, I'll protect your secret identity."

You winked and threw the latex suit at him "Go put this on."

Getting everything set up you flicked your room to open.

Jungkook stood over you, "Why does everyone use weird names? What's an Angma-J?"

You laughed at him, "Well TOKKI...an Angma is a devilish fiend. A mischievous person who is extremely addicted to some pernicious habit, and in this case, I'm going to guess that it's porn."

"Hmm," he repeated the word for practice, "pernicious...Is he a regular?"

"Yeah, he's been around a while, seems harmless enough. Want me to ask?"

He slid the mask over his head, "Let's do it!"

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"Hey baby," you spoke into the camera. "I was wondering if you'd like to watch something new tonight?"

Angma-J: What are you thinking? I'm so hard for you.

I thought maybe you'd like to watch me get fucked by a real cock."

You pulled Jungkook and his shiny suit into the frame.

"You can pretend it's you in there...you inside me, you making me moan...what do you say?"

Nothing, silence...you waited. Jungkook clicked mute, "Y/N, he's not going to do it, I'm telling you."

"He will so you'd better shut up and remember not to use our names."

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Was he really going to do it? Was he so sexually deprived that he'd sit here and watch you and Jungkook fuck while he masturbted?

He hit the keys one at a time…. words began appearing on the screen….

Angma-J: Fuck yes.

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You gave a quick wink to the camera and pulled your shirt off leaving Jungkook dumbfounded.

He had been 100% positive that Angma-J was going to bail and that he'd just get to fuck you while wearing the suit.

He was frozen, you needed to fix this.

Leaning close to the camera, tits filling the screen you blocked the view of the room. Hitting mute you turned your head to look at him. "Guk, baby, are you scared?"

"Not scared, I just don't know how to start…"

"I want you to show him I'm yours okay? Show him that real men get to fuck real women and not just their hands."

"Okay."

"Come stand behind me and play with my tits."

Unmuting and backing away from the camera his gloved hands wrapped around your chest and firmly gave your nipples a tug.

His touch turned them hard and he couldn't resist lowering his head to take a long suck. The open zipper mouth of his mask dragged cool and sharp across your flesh in contrast to his hot tongue on your bulleted tips.

He looked up at you, his eyes weren't sparkly and playful as usual, they were dark and dangerous.

He brought his mouth to yours, teasing, coaxing your tongue to meet his. Grabbing your breast he held up your nipple in the space between you, both your tongues darting over it and each other.

"Lay back," he commanded.

Moving to pull him back with you he caught both your hands. His one large hand easily secured both your arms above your head.

He smirked while angling the camera between your legs, "Don't you love looking at this pretty cunt?"

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Hope could barely believe what he was seeing. He was so jealous that Jungkook got to fuck you whenever he wanted.

He looked down at his weeping cock wishing he could just put it in you.

Angma -J: put your fingers in her and fuck her with them …. rough.

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Jungkook looked at you, it was strange yet exciting to let someone else call the shots.

While he was apprehensive to proceed without your consent, he had also watched you before, and felt he knew your limits.

He held his fingers up to the camera and smiled before he plunged them two deep inside you without warning.

His hand thrust hard, you were sure you'd be bruised from his knuckles in the morning.

Still confining your hands, you were at his mercy. Bringing his mouth back to your chest he bit your nipple and tugged it between his teeth.

"Fuck…" you almost said his name but caught yourself.

He laughed, "Fuck what baby? Does your tiny pussy hurt from my fingers?" He looked back at the camera, "should I give her another?"

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Hope shifted in his seat, cock in hand stroking the tip slowly.

He was trying not to be over eager, he wanted this to last. He'd tuned into you a few times but fuck, something about watching Jungkook use you made it 100 times better.

Angma -J: Tell me how she tastes

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The question triggered him, the look he had on his face was predatory. Being allowed to let his perversions come out while in disguise felt so good.

He let go of your hands and dropped to his knees. Spreading your wet lips apart he smiled directly into the camera before taking a big lick.

"So fucking good, like a tart juicy apple. You know when you take a hug bite and it gets all over your chin..fuck, just like that.

He worked his mouth around your clit, circling it, sucking it, teasing it until your excitement was dripping.

Using his tongue he gathered up your milky discharge and held it out for Angma-J to envy.

Making a show of swallowing it Jungkook moaned, "Hot apple pie."

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He almost came right then and there. He had to look away from the screen before he blew his load.

Angma-J: Make her suck you off

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You swear you'd never seen Jungkook this happy about anything.

He stood up over you with a crooked grin, "We both want my cock in your mouth."

Standing up you let your hands travel over the black vinyl suit. It hugged every curve, accentuated every muscle as his hard cock strained against it looking for release.

You got on your knees and licked the outline of his tip while looking into the camera.

The zipper ran from bottom to top, starting at the base of his cock to just below his belly button. You opened it slowly and only enough to remove his balls.

His delicate flesh laying against the suit made a strong contrast for the camera. He let his head fall to watch while you sucked them into your mouth, one at a time, back and forth.

"You want more, baby?"

Jungkook nodded as you worked the zipper higher. His full hard length sprang out demanding attention from your mouth.

You put your hands behind your back so your viewer could see everything.

Just sucking his tip, Jungkook got whiney, not getting the full sensation he was after.

"That's not enough, I know you can take my whole cock."

You smiled and flicked his tip with your tongue, "make me."

Grabbing a fist full of hair he pulled your head back, "Open wide for Appa."

He slid his cock into your mouth slowly the first few times letting your throat relax then faster and deeper.

Holding your head stationary he fucked himself into your throat. Gagging around him, drool spilled from your mouth down your tits. Unclasping your hands from behind you, you rubbed the liquid over your breasts.

Lubricating your nipples you scissor pinched them between your fingertips.

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Angma-J: I want to see her pink pussy get off on the suit. Thigh ride?

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Jungkook groaned, "But i'm not done."

"Too bad babe, you've gotta do what the customer wants and the customer wants to watch me get off."

You smiled playfully at the lens and switched to the bed camera.

"I think we can give you a good view from here."

You patted the bed for Jungkook to lay down and grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside table.

Holding it high in the air you let a stream fall slowly over his leg, fuck this was going to feel good.

Straddling his thigh you let your sex slide across him. The slick of the wet vinyl dragging across your clit was almost too much sensation to handle.

Jungkook and J-Hope both stroked themselves in time with your motions as you humped Kookies leg.

Hobi leaned into the screen, your opening was glimmering with wetness and he could see you beginning to clench.

Crying out, Jungkook grabbed your hips and helped you move through your climax. The thick strings of your release clung between you and the suit, a white trail sticking to the material.

Both men were becoming desperate to cum.

"How should I finish her?"

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Angma-J: "In her ass, I bet she really likes that"

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"Do you like that baby? Do you like taking my cock in your ass?"

In show of approval you spread your ass cheeks apart.

Running his fingers over your cunt he gathered the excess slick and pushed it into your anus making you moan.

He looked at the Camera, always the showman, "Are you ready?"

He slapped your bottom, and pressed his tip at your entrance. Pushing nice and slow he meweled, "I love fucking this ass."

Sitting back on his knees he held your hips guiding you to thrust yourself onto him.

He liked it like this, he was always afraid he'd go too deep or too hard but like this, you were in control. You weren't afraid, you loved every stroke, feeling him deep inside you.

He was breathing heavy...

Hope was clutching his cock ready to explode....

"Tell me I'm being a good girl."

"So fucking good." J hope moaned to the screen.

"Tell me how badly you want to cum into me."

"I want to watch it drip out of you baby," Kookie purred.

As you sank back he grabbed your waist and held you still while ejaculating into you with a grunt.

Pulling his cock out you backed into the camera.

J-Hope finished himself while watching Jungkook's cum ooze out of you and down your leg.

Turning off the feed you collapsed beside your boyfriend.

Pulling his mask off, you kissed him passionately.

"I missed your face...and your body. Let's get you out of this suit."

Showered and napped, he headed back to the dorms around dinner time. Most of the guys were already eating in the common kitchen.

Jungkook opened the fridge, there had to be at least 5 pies in there.

He looked at the others, "who the hell ordered all these?"

J-Hope came walking in holding a plate with a fork shoved in his mouth.

"Hobi," Jungkook clued in, "what fucking type of pie is that?"

Hope set the items on the counter before Jungkook could chase him. As he began to flee he yelled out laughing, "I had a sudden craving for Apple."

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Home • Michelangelo

Summary: You finally come to visit your boyfriend and his brothers after a long, busy couple of work weeks.

Warnings: Slight swearing, some sexual themes; other than that, straight fluff ensues :)

Of course, it had to be the one day in the week you were scheduled to hang out in a sewer that it was nice out. You couldn't necessarily act like you were surprised; these kinds of things were just examples of your tough luck lately.

Not that this would make a difference in your happiness. At least you were spending time with your favorite boys. You'd been busy lately, your work schedule crowding your play schedule. It made you feel the slightest bit bad.. You getting a busy job on the surface toyed with the amount of time your best friends and boyfriend (Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and of course, Michelangelo, the boy of your dreams) would be able to see you.

So, today being the first day of your week's vacation, you decided your first vacation effort would be to go and see your boys. They'd been kind of upset with you lately.. You'd been invited numerous times to the lair after work.

But, work was tiring. So you'd opted not to. You didn't want to end up grumpy and snap at them, or too tired to spend much time with them without nodding off.

It almost seemed like Mikey was hurt by it. It was upsetting to you that you upset your lover.. So, you'd chosen to come see them now. You jumped out of bed, getting into your shower; washing your hair with that vanilla cinnamon scent that you knew Mikey loved.

Your boy was a walking talking ray of 6 foot sunshine in turtle form. It was scary when he was upset with you.. Mostly because it seemed like he never got upset. He understood that you had to work. He just didn't understand why you couldn't come see him after. Michelangelo was a bit of a clingy lover; he never wanted his angelcakes far from him for long at all. You made him happy during dark times, during the times that things seemed hopeless. During the times where it seemed all he did was kick ass and take names.

You sighed as you rifled through your closet. Something to wear, anything you looked nice in. You needed to make up with Mikey now, or you wouldn't stop feeling guilty.

Then.. you saw it. The perfect apology outfit.

The little white dress that Mikey adored seeing you in. A white lace number with a flowy skirt. He always said something like: "Damn, angelcakes! My favorite dress, that rocking body. All for me?"

That's if he could formulate a sentence at all. You couldn't understand what was so special about the dress to him. But you knew it would soften him up enough that he'd accept your apology. He was always easy like that; but you knew it was only because you hadn't hurt him badly enough.

Slipping on the dress, you looked in the mirror, tossing your hair a bit. You looked good, you decided. It was time to go.

Your skin was happy to receive the sunshine. It was a beautiful day out, which wasn't always a common occurrence during this season in New York. You took your time walking to the lair, deciding what you'd say to your boyfriend and his brothers. Your mind mowed over the multiple excuses you'd formulated.. But they ended up just making you feel guiltier.

Deciding that you'd have to use your improv abilities, you continued walking, approaching the lair with clammy hands.

You walked into the familiar scent of cologne and pizza. Raph's cologne was the strongest of all of them, though. The most identifiable. Your boyfriend's was less strong, more natural. He still smelled comforting, like citrus flavored gum and his soft cologne.

The first of the boys you spotted was Raphael, lounging on the couch per usual. His head raised from the arm rest and his eyes widened. But, as you gave him a sheepish smile, his eyes surprisingly narrowed into a glare. He scowled at you, standing up into his frightening height of 6 feet and 10 inches.

"Welcome back, Y/n. Finally take some time out of your busy schedule to come see us?" He snorted in icy sarcasm, his eyes set in concrete bitterness.

You'd expected him to be the angriest out of all of them. Because overall, he was. You had no doubt in your mind that he was hiding his hurt with anger, although you wouldn't say that. Because he'd deny it faster than he would deny anything in his life.

You swallowed, backing up a step. His height was truly intimidating.

"Yeah. I had to work, Raphael. I'm sorry if you're upset." You replied quietly, training your gaze to your feet.

He chuckled in a salty tone, his green eyes still angry. "You get out at 8. You had time to come see us.. But I guess we ain't all that important to you. Weeks, Y/n," He huffed, "You haven't been here for weeks, you haven't seen Mike's face in weeks."

You flinched, biting your lip. That pissed you off. You took a breath as you felt your face getting hotter by the second.

"You don't get to throw Mikey in my face. I was doing my job, I was exhausted, and don't fucking worry, I felt like shit the entire time I was away," You hissed. "Now fuck off, Raphael. I'm not gonna spend my vacation time needlessly fighting with you." You snapped, stalking off to find the other turtles.

Behind you, you heard Raph stalk out of the lair, probably to blow off steam somewhere in the sewers. The first confrontation was always the hardest.

You automatically headed for Donnie's lab, the second closest place in the lair. It was down the little hall, to the right.

Opening the door, you found Donnie reading a book. God knows what about.. He had a peculiar taste in literature. He muttered under his breath to himself, his lips pursed when he finished.

You knocked on the threshold, jumping Donnie slightly. He dropped the book in his hands, glancing up at you.

"O-Oh. Y/n." He said, his eyes still wide. You stared back at him, studying his face. He didn't look angry.. He wasn't really good at getting mad at you. He was only mad when you hurt yourself or put yourself into obvious danger. His brain and protective older brother instincts couldn't take it.

"Hey, Don." You said quietly, taking a step into the lab. You shut the door behind you, standing in the middle of the room.

"Work get out early or something?" He asked, picking his book up from the floor and placing it on his desk. You shook your head, shoving your hands in your pockets.

"My week's vacation started today.. I knew I needed to visit. You mad at me too?" You asked, ready to flinch at the answer.

He waited a second, his face blank, but soon chuckled softly. His brown eyes studied your uncomfortable figure.

"Nah. Not mad.. Just a little thrown off. But I understand why you couldn't visit. Leo does too," He said, taking a deep breath, "Mikey and Raph are just narrow minded.. Not that Mikey's mad. He's just hurt that he hasn't gotten to see you." He explained further, patting your shoulder.

You nodded your head, smiling at Donnie. "Thanks for understanding." You said.

He nodded, picking his book back up. "You staying the week?"

You bit your lip. "I thought all of you were gonna be pissed at me, so I didn't really plan ahead. If things go well with the other boys I'll go home and pack a bag." You giggled.

Donnie rolled his eyes, opening the book to the correct page. "Should've packed a bag anyways."

You ignored him and left the lab, headed for Leo's room. You were saving your explanation to Mikey for last.. Due to the fact that it might take a bit longer.

You knew he'd be sat inside his room, plopped down on the rug. Meditating, like usual. He was such a sensei suck up.

Knocking on the door, you heard a hum. You just assumed that meant to come in. So, you opened the door, realizing you guessed right. He'd been meditating.

You met his calm blue eyes as they filled with realization. A knowing and pleasant grin formed on his face.

"Y/n. Didn't know you were coming." He said, still grinning lightly. He stood to his feet, studying you, almost to see if anything had changed. But when he found nothing, he met eyes with you again.

"Yeah.. I tried to make it a surprise. Raph didn't appreciate the element though." You cringed, biting your lip for the 14th time today.

Leo rolled his eyes. "Ignore him. His attitude is nothing like the rest of ours towards the situation. I'm just glad you're back." He said, giving you another soft smile.

"Thanks, Leo. I'd love to sit and catch up but.. I need to see Mikey." You said.

He nodded in agreement, sitting back down, as you ushered out of the room and towards Mikey's.

You heard the sound of his favorite video game blasting in his room.. You almost got too scared to enter. You could smell whatever snack he'd cooked and brought in there, as well as his scent. You'd missed him so much.. His scent was like a breath of fresh air. It would be even better coming directly off from him.

Your relationship with Mikey started as flirting, then you gained close friendship, and then.. He'd planted a very welcomed kiss on your lips for the first time. It was never shy with you two -- never. These thoughts comforted you as you decided to enter his room, landing your eyes on something they'd been craving for weeks.

There was Mikey, his eyes trained on his first person shooting game, his lip sexily pulled between his straight white teeth. He was built with strength, rippling green muscles covering every inch of him.

His blue eyes were narrowed at the screen as his fingers moved with speed along the controller. He was naturally taking everyone on the screen out.. He'd had lots of time in the lair for practice.

Location by Playboi Carti played quietly on the speaker in his room, obviously filling the silence, aside from the gun sounds that often rang out.

You patiently waited for him to notice you standing there, not wanting to speak until you knew what the nature of the conversation was going to be like.

But you didn't have to wait long. Because Mikey glanced at his doorway, noticing you there. His eyes widened and he dropped his controller, staring at you. His eyes traveled down your physique, eyeing his favorite dress and your gorgeous body.

You couldn't blame him for staring at you. He hadn't seen his girl in weeks.. The sight of you shocked him as much as it caused him joy. And maybe slight nervousness at this point.

"Hey.." You said hesitantly, stepping forward into his room. He almost looked like he forgot how to breathe. It took him a minute, but your boyfriend managed to take a breath.

"Hi." He said softly, pulling his lip between his teeth again. You smiled at his awe and kicked off your shoes in his room, attempting to show him that you were staying.

"The boys told me you've been upset.." You trailed off, keeping a little bit of physical distance. Normally you'd plop yourself right into his lap, but that didn't seem appropriate right then.

He obviously didn't know what to say. He didn't want to deny and lie about it, but he didn't want to make you feel bad in return. So, he just nodded a bit. But he felt the word vomit coming up. He could never keep his mouth shut, and sometimes he cursed himself for it.

"I hated not seeing you. All of us did.. But I've never gone that long without seeing my girl and it - it just felt like you didn't want to visit and I didn't want to try to force you-" He spilled, but you interrupted softly.

"Mikey, baby. It wasn't that I didn't want to visit you," You explained, coming closer. "I was just tired because of work and I wanted to see you when I was at my best. Regardless of what you think, I missed you. So much."

Mikey stared at you for a second, digesting the words he'd heard in his own head.

"I don't care whether you're at your best or your absolute worst. I care about you," He argued. "You're my angelcakes. I'm supposed to love you all the time."

You glanced at your feet, twiddling your fingers.

"I'm sorry, Mike. I just wanted to make you happy.. I didn't want to come in a bad mood and make you upset." You said, biting your lip.

"Angel, I love how considerate you are, okay? But just come see me next time. If you're tired, or grumpy, or whatever you are.. I won't get upset with you," He smiled softly, "I'll be happy to give you what you need and take care of you."

You nodded and exhaled, relieved. He hadn't been very upset with you. Just a bit insecure. Insecure was okay; because you'd always be there to reassure him.

"Now c'mere. Mikey missed his babygirl. And she's wearing his favorite dress too!" He chuckled, pulling you into his arms.

You breathed in his scent, snuggling into his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to your neck, making you erupt in quiet laughter. It was like everything was in order again, giving you a restored feeling in your body. This was perfect.

"Dress probably won't stay on for long though.." Mikey muttered, giggling to himself.

Well... Now it was perfect ;).

#tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey #mikey x reader #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtle imagine #michelangelo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #michelangelo x reader

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books i read in april.

this is going to be my thing from now on. i'll compile a list of all the books i read in a month and share my thoughts on each one every end of the month.

just so you know, i'm a little forgetful, and i have a tendency to forget names, plots, and other details. i'm hoping that writing these will aid my memory in recalling how i felt about each novel.

you can also find me on goodreads

so, let’s begin, shall we?

101 essays that will change the way you think (wiest, brianna)

self-help book

this book got off to a good start! some of the essays written (or should i say a collection of articles originally published on the thoughtcatalog website) made me think and consider my outlook on life, love, and so on.

the title overstates the case though. when i think of an essay, i picture something more argumentative and philosophical. not to mention that the majority of the ideas in this book are redundant. it made it difficult to get through. nonetheless, i was able to get past it because there were so many fantastic concepts and topics discussed.

overall, it's an interesting & worthwhile read for those who enjoy thinking outside the box.i lost count of how many times this book gave me aha moments. i swear, most of the entries soothed my mind and provided a great pick-me-up when life seemed to be frustrating.

the midnight library (haig, matt)

science fiction, fantasy fiction, psychological fiction

regrets, self-remorse, what ifs, family approval, drugs, dreams, love, passion, hatred, death, afterlife, multiverses, quantum physics, and a plethora of possibilities packed into a 304-page book.

i'll be honest: this book is already on my list of favorites. i'm simply blown away by how well-crafted and diverse the entire story unfolded.

a sci-fi novel with a dash of fantasy and a smidgeon of philosophy. if that's your thing, you should give this book a shot.

the first few pages of the book gave me an impression and led me to surmise it was going to be a cheesy ass chick lit novel that i'd only read and find enjoyable in high school. i was completely off base. it proved to be very mature, full of lessons, but delivered in a fun and entertaining manner— exactly my cup of tea.

it reminded me of a disney pixar film called soul, in which the afterlife is depicted in vivid detail. they differ on so many levels, but they both imagine life after death for people who are unsure of their path, purpose, and passion.

every chapter served a significant concept, so this book is well-deserved of a 5-star rating!

norwegian wood (murakami, haruki)

fiction, romance novel, bildungsroman

as i read the book and neared the end, all i could think about was how this book became one of murakami's most popular and influential works.

murakami offers a sprawling glimpse into the lives of a group of severely damaged youths grappling with the realities of what emptiness entails. take what you will from it.

i know a lot of people like it, which is fine. but please keep in mind that this book hit me square in the gut. it alternated between making me angry, sad, annoyed, and disgusted almost constantly. there isn't much else.

this book should come with a warning: "this is not a good place to start if you're new to murakami's works. this is not a representative of murakami's brilliance."

fist and foremost, the characters in this book are all repulsive.

toru watanabe was a fuckboy and a softboy rolled into one. what could possibly be worse than that? he'd have as many casual sexual partners as he could while also buttering a girl up by appealing to her emotions and displaying a "sensitive" and "vulnerable" side.

this book was made even more depressing by the fact that each female character was needy, weak, dysfunctional, and dependent. since they're all the same, i'm not going to go over each of these female characters one by one. you already get the idea.

reiko ishida, imo, was one of the best rendered sections of the novel. most likely because she had a better grasp on her emotions and goals than the still seeking youths... until, *spoiler alert* she wanted to do it with toru as well. a big disappointment.

to summarize, this book is primarily concerned with two topics: sex and death.

hidden meanings are everywhere, but when you get to the core, that's all that remains.

the four agreements: a practical guide to personal freedom (ruiz, miguel)

self-help book

first agreement ⏤ be impeccable with your word

this essentially means that you should not spew gossip or use words to harm others. because words have tremendous power and can cause significant harm. you are not only negatively affecting others with your hateful and thoughtless words, but you are also hurting yourself. this is something with which i generally agree. how i see it, when people are unhappy with themselves, they turn to others to make themselves feel better. as a result, they gossip about others in order to divert attention away from themselves.

second agreement ⏤don't take anything personally

alright. sure. don't let what others say about you bother you. it has everything to do with them and nothing to do with you. well, i don't entirely agree, but i think it's a fantastic idea in general. however, achieving this goal will be extremely difficult. i believe it would take a lot of practice to reach this level of zen. plus, i honestly believe that other people's opinions still matter because they keep you in check. the best advice is to not be swayed by these opinions, but to consider why they were expressed in the first place. see what you can do to improve yourself from there. sure, it can be difficult to deal with; after all, no one likes being told they're wrong or whatnot. but it's not all bad news because you can sometimes use criticism and judgment to give you a competitive edge. i mean- don't you think hearing someone else's point of view is also an opportunity to learn and progress? ruiz should have stressed that it's not just about "not taking it personally because you know you're not that person," but also about not retaliating with an extreme knee-jerk reaction even if you believe you're being unfairly criticized.

third agreement ⏤ don't make assumptions

this is a real eye-opener for me. i've noticed that whenever i become enraged by someone's words, it's usually due to my tendency to assume. personally, i can't help but make assumptions. i don't know what other people's motivations are, and i can't help but draw conclusions based on the information i have. even if the other person had no intention of causing me harm, it's too late. the thought has become ingrained in my mind, and i never ask for clarification out of pride or fear of appearing overly sensitive.

fourth agreement ⏤ always do your best

this section did not seem particularly useful to me. i mean, aren't we all reminded of this all the time? this section is filled with sloppy writing, in my opinion. as if he badly wanted to finish the book and impulsively thought: "okay, fourth agreement: always do your best. that should suffice. lmao"

overall opinion: the third agreement was my favorite, but the rest were a no-go. don't get me wrong, i appreciated his ideas, but i've heard them all a hundred times before. basically, the book's sole takeaway is that we are all suffering in some way in our daily lives, and we are all dealing with different issues. regardless, we all need to be kinder and gentler to ourselves and others.

the song of achilles (miller, madeline)

romance novel, historical Fiction, war story

i'll keep it short and sweet:

i really wouldn't have had this book any other way. miller's writing is breathtaking, so rich and full of lovely detail. it's incredibly a unique concept to me that authors are rewriting such ancient history and stories to make them lgbt+!

some suggest it's tedious, but i disagree. it isn't slow; rather, it is just right.

'cause at the end of the day, it's not about war, tragedy, or heroes - it's a slow-burning, organic love tale between two young men and their inevitable connection.

it's sad, tender, and painful, but in the best way possible.

circe (miller, madeline)

novel, historical fiction, fantasy fiction

"greek mythology, but with a feminist twist"?! sign me the hell up! this piqued my interest... only to leave me feeling completely let down. seriously now. circe was described as a "badass empowered woman," which was the single most compelling selling point for me, and thus the most wrenching disappointment, i must say.

sure, it demonstrated the value of feminine power, but it also did represent how this power can be a force of good or evil.

not to mention the fact that circe fucked a married man or two in this book- i mean- how is that an ~empowered woman~?

let's be clear right off the bat: madeline miller's follow-up to the song of achilles is epic in scope but not necessarily in execution. to me, this read more like a tedious island tale. regardless of how many five-star reviews this book has received... i just don't think it's well-deserved. don't get me wrong here. miller is a fantastic author with a lush writing! istg- i'm blown away by how beautifully she wrote and carefully chose her words. even the most mundane phrases were written poetically. after-all, it’s greek mythology. but how did she manage to make circe seem so... bland?

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hettiesworld · 4 years

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Kids

Pairing: Mark "Dags" D'Agastino x OFC (Bethany)

Plot summary: When Bethany is assigned as Class President of Fairmount High School, she gets bullied quite a lot. But for Dags, the local troublemaker, he has a bit of a crush on Bethany and visa versa. But they can’t confess to each other. But after the school trip to Washington D.C (and getting partnered with her) and saving the group from getting plunged into a lake in the school bus, he manages to get a soft and passionate kiss from Bethany.

Author’s note: This is for my 30 Days of Jeremy challenge and I think Dags from Senior Trip is SO underrated, like Evans’s character, Jake Wyler. Why not? The faceclaim for Bethany is Scarlett Johansson.

Warning(s): Strong language, mentions of sexual content, fluff.

Word count: 1242 words

“And the winner for the position of Class President is…” Principal Moss was announcing the results of this year’s class president election as well as other important news over the tannoy system.

“...Bethany Foster!”

Bethany was in the hallway at recess when the announcements were being made. To be honest, she was embarrassed when Moss decided to say it in front of many of the students in the school.

Last week, Bethany’s official welcome was over in a flash. The principal wore his standard greeting smile, but it never extended to his eyes, as if his mind was off on some other important task while he ticked me off his to-do list. Students move around the hallways in gossiping throngs. Everyone knows everyone. The map that hung so limply in her hand will soon fall apart along the fold lines and still this place was like a maze to her.

But then, she met Dags.

Well, Mark was his real name, but she definitely preferred Dags.

It was weird at first but every day she fell in love with the idea of falling in love. It was unpredictable and crazy but she loved it.

A crush is nothing more than a lust for someone. That does change anything in her eyes. He is still always there in her mind. Everyday when she see him, that is it. She is thinking about him for the entire day. When their eyes lock, his eyes burn hers like she has been staring at the sun for too long. He is my crush, but he will never be mine. That much she already knows.

But much to Beth’s disappointment, Dags felt the same way.

The next day in Math, that’s when the bullying happened. Dags walked in the classroom, late as usual, with downcast eyes and his thick bangs almost reached his shoulders. Bethany had spent the morning rehearsing scenarios she knew would never happen, but regardless of the futility she did it from waking right up until class. Then she sat trying to control her breathing and prevent her face from turning beet red; but the breaths came quicker and her cheeks warmed regardless.

"Psssst, Bethany, I hear Ken likes you."

It was Reggie, the wannabe troublemaker who chewed gum and wore ripped jeans. Reggie leaned forward on his desk and used a straw to spit out a spitball to the Math teacher, still chewing his gum professionally. Then he sat back and glanced around the room to bask in the grins of his classmates. He was the king.

And of course, he was talking about Dags.

During group work, Dags and Barry Kremmer were talking about one of the students, Meg Smith.

“What about Meg?” Barry asked Dags.

“Meg’s gay.” Dags replied. Bethany, who was in front of them, rolled her eyes. Yeah right. Meg Smith is gay? Well, if she was, who was Beth to judge her?

“Well if anyone can change her, it's you.” Barry admitted to Dags, pointing towards Meg and then doing the gesture of sex behind his back as Dags was looking at Meg.

Bethany looked back to see Barry doing that to Dags. She whispered to Barry, “You better stop that before Dags sees you. You’re just childish.”

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In a later lesson, which was English, Dags was chatting up Lisa Perkins, the goody-two-shoes (just like Bethany, but more goody than her).

“Lisa. Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa…” Dags kept badgering Lisa with her name. Lisa got fed with him and looked around to face him.

“What?”

“Wanna cut and go to a party?” Questioned Dags, who was chewing gum that Reggie gave him at lunch.

“Huh.” Lisa turned back and tried to ignore Dags, but he was very persuasive.

“Come on! I know you like me.” Dags smirked at her, still chewing his gum, his left earring showing. Bethany was watching the scene unfold from the back of the classroom, the teacher not even giving a fuck.

“Would you just leave me alone?” Lisa snapped at him, teeth gritted. Her book was now a mess, filled with an angry doodle over her English research. She looked back quickly and sighed.

“I am concerned about you, Lisa. One day, you're gonna wake up and realise that you wasted all of your high school years studying.”

“And you're gonna wake up one day and realise that you're a loser!” Lisa stormed out of the classroom as soon as the final bell went for hometime. Not before she ripped out her ruined research paper and threw it into the bin.

Bethany saw Dag’s smile turn into a frown. She wished she could do something but she was too shy. So she just packed up her bag and walked out of the classroom.

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The next day, Principal Moss makes the announcement over them being invited by the US President, who amazingly enjoyed their letter, to Washington D.C. to discuss it. And the students were all put into pairs for safety, of course.

“Meg Smith and Barry Kemmer… Carla Morgan and Travis Linsday... Reggie Barry and Lisa Perkins…”

Bethany was hoping that she wasn’t put with…

“Bethany Foster and Mark D’Agastino.”

Oh no.

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After a wild and adventurous trip to Washington D.C and Dags saving everyone from the school bus from getting plunged into a lake, both him and Bethany were on a balcony, at the school, talking.

“Thank you for saving us.” Bethany proclaimed, leaning against the balcony and looking at the view.

“It was no problem.” Dags replied, who smiled back at Bethany.

“You gotta stop the drinking though. And the troublemaking. Seriously. It’s not a good look on you.” Bethany critiqued him, suddenly looking at him, swishing her red hair in the process.

Dags just laughed.

After a moment’s silence, Bethany decided to tell him.

“I need to ask you something.”

“Sure, what?”

“Since when did you have a crush on me? And don’t say you didn’t cause’ Reggie told me.”

“Shit.” Dags blushed and cleared his throat. “It was when you first came into school. In Math. With that fiery red hair I love. And those bright, beautiful and crystalline eyes. Those big blue eyes…”

Bethany blushed as she realised that Dags did like her back, just like Reggie said to her.

“There’s another thing, actually.”

“Go ahead.”

“Well, I've been thinking about this and... I don't want to go to college as a virgin.” Bethany blushed at what she just said and she was worried about what Dags was going to reply with.

“Oh.”

Oh? That’s what his response was?

Then Dags realised what she said.

“Oh!” Dags blurted out and smiled at her.

“I mean… if you don’t want to, that’s fine. I mean-”

"Sh." He hushed her, before moving his finger, and pressing his hand against her cheek, giving him more support to push himself towards her, and connected their lips. His lips were firm against hers, but the kiss remained soft, gentle, slow. They held it for a few seconds, before their lips began to move in perfect sync, slowly.

He exhaled through his nose, not wanting to let go. Her entire body had been taken over by the overwhelming feeling of relief, combined with eccentric panic, and lust. He moved his hand from her cheek to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her long, dark red hair, lightly pulling her into him, adding more pressure to their lips, deepening the kiss.

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 4 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 100 Xs1) "Day 26: Seattle and Old Side Chicks"

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Luna's eyes whip open. Her brain continuously running around things through out the few short hours it was supposed to call Sleep. That's how Luna functions when she has an idea.

Bursting with hungover energy, she jumps out of bed. Luna's never up and moving like this unless her mind is flying with creativity. This morning being a prime example as she tries to connect the musical dots that are overcrowding her head.

Not even bothering to smoke or brush her teeth, she's out the door. Down the hall. Banging on Ashley and Dom's door.

"I've got an idea." She states as she makes her way past a groggy Ashley.

It's not even 8A and Luna is buzzing. They went to bed around 4A. Ashley hating Luna's guts in this moment.

With her hands and arms full, Luna drops her treats on the floor. Her phone, notebook, multiple pens, bowl, jar of weed and two prescription bottles filled with Percocets and Xanax falling around her. Along with her Ideas.

"I wanna run a Super Jam." She states, wiggling her fingers. "I don't know how though yet...." She trails as she sits amongst her treasures.

Ashley plunks down beside her. Dutifully packing the bowl for her creatively manic friend

"Wut's 'oin ya mind?" Dom pops up from the bed asking.

"I don't knooowww....." Luna answers honestly. "I don't know if we should run an Authentic Seattle, Mainstream Grunge, Dead Seattle or Dead Grunge...." Her leg bouncing to the different songs running through her mind.

Covering Bands is really cool for some artists.... Paying homage is an entirely different entity.

Ashley fires up the bowl. Exhaling her hit, she asks Luna What's More Important.

"Fran." Luna answers without a thought as Ashley passes her the bowl with a knowing look. "Lemme call Colson." She decides as she takes a hit.

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Colson's annoyed by his phone ringing. It's early as FUCK. No one should be calling him right now. Seeing the who it is, his anger lifts.

"HEY!!" He can feel her shine through the phone.

"Hi, Kitty..." Even tired he can't help but grin at the sound of her voice.

"I got an idea!!" She explodes.

"Oooh, yeah? What?" Colson asks.

He loves her ideas and little games. Luna never failing to amuse, intrigue and push him beyond his artistic scope. Or sexual limits.

"I wanna Super Jam.... I'm thinking four or five GREAT songs..." She goes on to explain.

"FUCK yeah!" Colson finds himself grinning harder with a nod.

"Cool... I'm getting out of here as quick as possible. Talk to The Boys. By time I get back we need a solid idea to mix and rehearse.

"I got you, Kitten." He reassures her, pumped by her idea.

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Off the phone, Colson is hard from the sound of Luna's voice. Sliding his hand around his thick cock, he smiles.

"My Bitch is like no other...." He thinks as he aches for her.

Remembering her birthday gift to him, Colson grabs his laptop. Finding the file and setting himself up, he's prepared for his viewing.

Seeing Luna tease and fuck him, Colson strokes his cock like he's trying to strangle someone. He grows harder as he watches himself devour Luna's insides. Remembering her sweet taste of peaches, he pulls on himself faster.

Stroking his dick at a firm pace, his grip tightens. Watching their video, he imagines every inch of Luna as she slides herself around him on the laptop's screen.

Cooing as she helps him pump his huge cock into her. The sound of their satisfied moans pushing on his brain.

Floating back to That Night. The way he felt so nervous until Luna had popped in wearing The Cheetah Print Coat. The sight of her taunting his dick while easing his soul. It was the first time he had ever fucked her. Instantly admitting that he was truly in love with HER. Not just the memory of The Girl In The Cheetah Print Coat.

Their connection and sex being an inescapable delight. No one ever fucking his body or mind like THAT Brooklyn Bitch.

Yanking on his cock now, Colson's body stiffens as he splooges all over himself. Breathing hard, he lays there. Details from the strip club still weaving through his mind.

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"Yo. Book us. I gotta get the fuck up outta here ASAP...." Luna says to Ashley's nod.

Catching a call from Monica, she's freaking out. It seems to be a steady state of mind for her recently. Luna hates it.

"I'm done." Monica states firmly. "I'm your FUCKING LAWYER. NOT YOUR MANAGER."

"Wait.... What the fuck are you talking about?" Luna questions her.

"I'm talking about that I'm your Lawyer but.... You need a Manager because I CAN'T manage your schedule." She starts in. "You don't know what this last month has been like for me. Besides all the legal and wedding shit, no one has your number so they all hit ME. My phone stays blowing up over you." Monica states with frustration.

"Wait... What??" Luna's beyond lost.

"YOU.NEED.A.MANAGER." Monica says slowly like Luna's dumb.

On this she is. Dumb and confused.

"What???" Luna asks again.

This makes Monica beyond frustrated.

"Dude... I can't book you... It's not my job. You NEED to get a FUCKING Man.A.Ger. I've been getting calls for IT since yesterday. Stern wants to book you... Good Morning America has BEEN asking for either Nightmare or Bad Things.... FUCK! THAT'S NOT MY FUCKING JOB!!" Monica yells.

"Wait.... Why IT?" Luna asks.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?" Monica finally explodes. "You played it on fucking DayTime TV yesterday!!"

"OH SHIT!!! THEY RAN IT!!" Luna shouts in disbelief.

Amazed, Luna can't help but grin. Knowing she's as pretty as a sunset but always thinking her words were too ugly for DayTime. She's beyond pleased. IT is EXACTLY the kind of song people SHOULD be listening to at all times. Day or night, the message of the song never changes.

"You need a FUCKING manager. I'm not THAT. You paid for law school for A FUCKING REASON. To protect you, not to fucking schedule you." Monica expresses with an attitude.

"I know...." Luna begins to apologize before slipping into hungover reality. "You got ANY suggestions?" Luna can't help but ask with a snark, feeling slightly abandoned.

"No. Do this yourself." Monica says, still pissed.

"What about vetting?" Luna questions her.

"Fine. Bring me three. We'll figure it out who from there." She slightly relents.

"Thank you, Mon. Seriously. I know this last month has been a lot. I'm sorry. I'll find someone. I just.... You know I value your opinion... So, thank you." Luna sighs.

Meeting their freshman year in high school, Monica knows Luna is genuine. Whether she pays her or not, they're true friends. Monica being one of the few Luna will back down from and compromise with. As Monica lets up on her a bit, they end their phone call on a positive note.

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"So, what? Snippets of different songs mashed together?" Baze asks Colson as he explains Luna's idea.

Sitting around the front of The Bus, they're getting toasted with their morning coffee. Colson had woke them up after he'd showered, knowing they needed to get to work.

"Yeah... Just like that. Probably running like 6 or 7mins...." Colson answers to his nod of understanding.

"When will she be back?" Slim asks of Luna.

"They're on their way now. Should be here before 4P." Colson informs him.

"Wait. She wants to do this tonight?" Slim asks, without waiting for an answer he goes on. "That gives us 3hrs to piece together basically a whole new song.... Of shit we ain't probably NEVER play before so we gonna have to learn it AND then fucking rehearse it to play to a sold out club. Tonight."

Slim ends his rant by tilting his head as he gives Colson a look of What The Fuck.

"Dawg... Obviously she likes a challenge." Colson throws his arms out to showcase himself.

Slim laughs with the rest of The Bus as he rolls his eyes. Asking if They Know Any Of These Fucking Songs.

"Yeah we do..." AJ says confidently pulling out his phone. "Let's make a list of songs we know and how they fit into the different categories of ideas Luna has."

Sam hands him the paper and pen he asks her for. Getting up to grab more coffee, she stops and turns to the group.

"You know, we'll have nine musicians with us tonight. Besides the drums, I play bass and rhythm guitar... So, between all of us, if we pick the right songs the odds are that one of us will know how to play it." She says.

"You offerin' to get OnStage with us tonight?" Colson teases her.

Sam shrugs out an I'm Just Sayen' before Colson agrees It's A Good Idea and Theory. The group of them sitting together, trying to work out the flow of different songs.

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Flying high over The United States, Ashley, Luna and Dom kick around their own ideas.

"So what do you truly want?" Ashley asks Luna.

"Honestly.... If it was MY show, we'd run a totally obscure mix. Focusing on the Lost Seattle Originals. I'd really LOVE to play a tribute to Mia Zapata, Stephanie Sargent and Layne.... Especially Layne. Considering how forgotten he was."

"So fucked up...." Luna sadly thinks of how the rock legend had laid dead in his apartment for over a week before anyone realized he was missing. The thought still breaks her heart the same way it did when she'd first heard the story.

"I don't think many of his fans are gonna know Seven Year Bitch or The Grits though.... But I don't know because they are hometown bands." Luna's leg is still bouncing as she sighs.

"Do you think you may be overextending yourself on this one?" Ashley says gently.

Not one to admit defeat, Luna's brain is still dancing around itself. Determined to figure this out.

"Wut aboot a King and Queen of grunge homage?" Dom asks. "Smashing togeter a Nirvana and Hole song?"

He thinks it's a great idea. Ashley knows it's not.

Luna's eyes go dark. It's a horrible idea in her opinion. Twisted though, it could be one of her greatest Fuck Yous yet. Luna's mind starts shifting gears.

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"WHAT UP, BIIIITCHES!!!" Luna shouts as she climbs onto The Bus.

Ashley and Dom are behind her. They're met by excited Yos and What's Goods. Ashleigh greeting Luna with a tight hug.

Colson comes charging out from their room. Scooping Luna up, he attacks her with kisses as she wraps her legs around his waist tightly with giggling acceptance. Their kisses are matched with EWWWs and GO TO YOUR FUCKING ROOM. Luna continues to laugh as they kiss each other Hello and exchange I Missed Yous. Colson muttering a Shut The Fuck Up Sam while keeping his mouth on Luna's. Pressing hard on his lips, she plants a solid smooch on Colson before sliding off of him. Hard dick poking her on the way down.

"Sooooo.... I think I might have been a little overambitious with this whole Super Jam thing...." Luna admits.

"Thank the Lawd!!! She crazy but she ain't FUCKIN' stupid!!" Slim yells in relief as he throws his arms up.

"Thanks, Jerk Off." Luna laughs at him.

Slim tosses her an elbow and a Sorry as he laughs with her. She meets his peace treaty along with a smile.

"But I have a list!!" AJ pops in slightly agitated.

"Really?" Luna asks as her smile widens. "Me too!!" She laughs as she pulls a folded piece of paper from her back pocket. "What 'cha got?" She asks as she plops down beside him on one of the couches.

Sitting together, they go over their notes. Some things match up but a lot don't.

"No Seattle Tribute?" AJ asks with disappointment.

"Oooh.... We're still doing something." Luna reassures him. "Do you guys know who Tobi Vale is or who Andrew Wood was?" Luna asks including everyone in their conversation now.

Sam and Ashley do. That's it.

"Okay guys.... Roll up. It's story time." She says.

Staying in place, Luna digs Colson's Sponge Bob case out from in between the couch cushions behind her. His deep voice shouting THAT'S WHERE THE FUCK THAT WENT.

"I shoved it up there last week because of Case.... How awesome would that've been if she'd opened it?" Luna shrugs as she shakes her head at herself. "Total fucking win....." Sighing as she rolls her eyes and continues on. "Anyway... So, THIS is what I'm thinking.... Hold on, gimme a sec."

Firing up a joint, Luna hands it to AJ before lighting another and sending it across to Sam on the other couch. Left and Right. Sparking another for herself to camp on for a moment, she explains exactly What She Wants To Do and Why.

Everyone agreeing that It's A MUCH More Plausible Idea. Fully burnt they head off of The Bus towards the nightclub to rehearse. If it plays out as expected it'll be a fun and sweet tribute. Carrying a harsh kick to the cunt. Only those who are aware of Luna's feelings knowing EXACTLY what she's saying.

Colson drops his arm around Sam's shoulder and plops a kiss on top of her head as they head across the parking lot. She looks up at him like What The Fuck Are You Doin'.

"Thanks for taking care of those sheets yesterday." He says looking down at her with a smile.

"OH. You're welcome." She answers as his arm slips off of her.

Heading to catch up with Luna, Colson turns to shoot Sam another grateful smile. It's a nice scene, considering Sam really didn't care for Colson or think he was good enough for Luna when she first met him. Her opinion slowly changing.

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To be continued.....

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soldieronbarnes · 5 years

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Hi, I... don't know if you or someone else has already write about it, but... It would be okay to have a prompt about Magnus and temporarily warlock!Alec? If they have stayed a bit longer in Edon with the alliance rune, and then Alec showing Magnus that he also has magic now (and maybe Magnus a bit uncomfortable because it was Lorenzo's magic, not his). Is it possible? (I love everything you write)

You know, this one is the reason I didn’t manage to fill many prompts during my holiday, because I thought “hey, I’ll write, like, a couple hundred words for each prompt and that will be it”. And then I spent two evening trying to get this one right aaaaand it got quite a bit longer than expected. I hope you like it.

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“Darling, could you hand me the - “

Magnus doesn’t even get to finish the sentence before the salt shaker shoots towards him and comes to a screeching halt a few centimetres away from his face where it hovers in the air, wobbling back and forth like an overexcited dog wagging its tail so hard it makes its entire body move. Magnus blinks at it, perplexed, before his expression morphs into something carefully neutral that still manages to look somewhat pinched.

“Sorry,” Alec says sheepishly.

“No need to apologise.” Magnus’ tone is deceptively breezy, which is how Alec knows just how bothered his husband truly is. “I don’t think I’ve ever been passed the salt this quickly, unless, of course, I summoned it myself.”

Yikes. Alec flinches a little. “You know I can’t control it.” It comes out more defensive than he intended, and much more defeated as well.

Since their return from Edom, his - Lorenzo’s - magic has popped up during unexpected moments, without rhyme or reason. No one can really explain why it keeps happening; Magnus suspects it’s a certain overreaching magical residue that their stint with the alliance rune left behind, and by all reason, it should have been used up by now. None of the others seem to have had problems with their partners’ powers manifesting after they left the collapsing dimension of hell. Alec wishes that Clary’s connection to Simon could lead her back to the Shadow World, or that Jace still had moments in which he couldn’t lie – that, at least, would simply make for funny moments instead of occasionally embarrassing or even dangerous ones.

The problem, Alec thinks dourly, is less the spontaneous bouts of magic he can now perform but rather his lack of control. There’s a certain manic energy to it when it bubbles up under his skin, announcing itself in a hot rush rising to the surface, but always far too late for him to try and center himself and keep his emotions in check, pushing it down.

The first time it happened is actually quite funny, in retrospect. They’d left for their honeymoon, portalled from the Institute to the loft to grab their bags, and when Magnus had bent over to pick up the suitcases, all Alec could do was stare at the delicious swell of his ass in his expertly tailored trousers and think: God, I can’t wait to get him naked. A second later, Magnus had been, and Alec had honestly thought Magnus was a mind-reader - or maybe just as desperately horny as Alec was after being subjected to the glorious sight of his husband in a tux for hours without being able to do anything about it - and told Magnus as much, until he saw the panicked look in his eyes when he said “I didn’t do this.”

That thoroughly ruined the mood for a while, until Magnus had checked him over three times and established that it wasn’t hurting Alec and also very likely not permanent.

Two weeks later, and the magic still hasn’t subsided much. It’s not a constant presence, so Alec can’t claim to be a warlock, or even warlock-adjacent, really, but at this point, the only good thing about it is knowing how fucking eager it is to please Magnus, like it’s a manifestation of Alec’s soul, his innermost wishes. So far, he’s accidentally dyed some of Magnus’ shirts when he complained about the colour being just a little bit off to match his waistcoats, nearly slammed a book Magnus had considered reading into his face, dumped a rather sizeable number of drinks in front of Magnus (or on him - it’s not like he can aim) and made an entire orchard worth of almond trees bloom when Magnus lamented that he hadn’t been able to bring Alec for their season. On one particularly memorable occasion, he had made the bed float two feet above the ground as Magnus fucked all conscious thought out of him. Thankfully, Magnus had ignored it while it was happening, and only teased him about it a little afterwards. It also marks the only time Magnus had reacted with something other than a startled expression that soon turned a little sour, and probably only because he had been particularly smug about the demonstration of his sexual prowess.

Alec hates the strange tension that arises whenever the magic decides to show its face. They’re supposed to be in the honeymoon phase of their marriage, goddamnit, not dealing with – whatever this is.

“I know, darling. It’s fine,” Magnus assures him, plucking the salt shaker out of the air and seasoning his eggs. He studiously avoids Alec gaze as he’s doing it.

“Okay, what?” Alec asks, more brusquely than Magnus deserves.

Magnus blinks at him. “Pardon?”

“Look, I get that this - “ he wiggles his fingers around like Magnus usually does when he’s performing magic and ignores the slightly alarmed look on his husband’s face, “- is super annoying, because I can’t seem to get a grip on it, but you have to stop looking at me like that when it happens.”

“Like what?”

“Like…” Alec bites his lips, searching for the right word. “Disapproving.”

“I don’t look at you like that,” Magnus protests.

“Yes, you do, Magnus. So what is really bothering you? What’s so bad about me having magic?”

Magnus hesitates.

“You promised not to lie to me,” Alec reminds him, and it’s pettier than it should be, to throw their weddings vows back in Magnus’ face like that. They aren’t even fighting, really, and God, Alec is an asshole.

Magnus just sighs. “You’re right,” he concedes, before Alec can start to apologise. “It’s just…it’s kind of stupid.”

He looks kind of shifty. Alec has seen that expression on his face only once before, when they were sitting in Alec’s office after Magnus had moved into the Institute.

Oh. Oh.

The penny drops.

“Are you jealous?” Alec asks, somewhat flabbergasted, because it makes even less sense this time around than when Magnus thought Underhill was any sort of competition.

Magnus makes a wounded noise. “I wouldn’t quite call it that this time.”

“This time?” Alec repeats a teasing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “So we’re finally admitting that it was jealousy last time?”

Magnus throws him a half-hearted glare but doesn’t otherwise react. So it’s serious, then. Alec reaches out, tangled their fingers together and squeezes gently. “Explain it to me,” he says. “Please.”

“It doesn’t bother me that you have magic,” Magnus says after a long moment. “But it bothers me that the magic you are wielding is Lorenzo’s magic.”

“Why?” Alec asks. For the most part, Lorenzo and Magnus seem to have buried their hatched and jumped straight into an odd friendship that will certainly consist of still constantly trying to annoy and one-up each other, just, well, fondly instead of angrily.

“I just -” Magnus stops, sighs. “I know it’s – childish, and sort of selfish, but I had thought, with how close we are, that if you ever got a taste of magic, if you ever got to wield some yourself…I wanted it to be mine.”

Alec stills. “Oh.”

“I never believed it would be possible, of course, and when it turned out that it was, I wanted so badly to share this part of me with you. Because I want you to see, to –”

“Understand,” Alec finishes. “I get it.”

He does. All his desperate attempts aside, he never truly could understand what it means for Magnus to lose his powers. He probably would never have understood Magnus completely, but to wield his powers, to get to experience the very essence of him so intimately – he knows he would have cherished it immeasurably, and mourned its loss once it was gone.

Magnus smiles, a little brittle. “And now it will never happen.”

“You don’t know that,” Alec argues. “We still have the alliance rune, and we might still need it one day. I mean, I hope not, but…”

“Clary lost her runes over this,” Magnus reminds him quietly. “I don’t think I should like to risk it.”

He’s right, of course. The angels had made it very clear that they hadn’t approved of the new runes Clary had created, and her last, most powerful ones especially. Her punishment was a clear warning not to meddle with the status quo again or suffer the consequences.

Alec grips Magnus’ hand a little tighter. The loss of possibility stings, now that he has been made aware of it. “I’m sorry,” he says. “For what it’s worth, I really wanted it to be you.”

“There’s no use crying over spilt milk,” Magnus says, shrugging. “And I do mean it, you don’t have anything to apologise for. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

“Yeah, maybe. But it hurt you every time you had to see it, and I didn’t realise.” He hesitates. “Could you…take it away?”

“Why would you want that?” Magnus asks, surprised. “It’ll go away on its own.”

“It may go away on its own,” Alec corrects. “We don’t know for sure. And I could handle it, but if I end up hurting you - even accidentally - all the time, then I don’t want to.”

Magnus sits back, looking a little overwhelmed, like it still astonishes him, the length to which Alec will go to try and make him happy. “I - I could try. If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” Alec says firmly.

“I - alright.” Magnus grabs both of his hands gently, turns them around. “Close your eyes, darling, and try to concentrate on finding the source of the magic in you. Push it to the surface, if you can, it should make this much quicker and easier.”

Alec tries. He’s never been good at meditating or quieting his mind, but as he probes around, thinking where are you, please, please, he suddenly feels a spark of it, perking up at his call. I’m sorry, he thinks, feeling vaguely remorseful as he gathers it up and tries to nudge it outward, I have to let you go now.

It pulses once, warming him from inside out, as if to say goodbye, and then it’s gone. Magnus gasps a little, and when Alec opens his eyes, he sees the tendrils float up towards the ceiling and dissolve into sparkling flower petals that sink to the floor slowly before disappearing entirely, much like the ones Magnus threw into the air at their wedding.

“That was very pretty,” Magnus says. “If a tad overdramatic.”

“Made you smile,” Alec shrugs, and pulls him in for a kiss.

#shadowhunters #malec #my fic #meme #i hope read more works again or I'll get angry asks in my inbox again #here for the headcanon that magic has a mind of its own #and alec's just wants magnus to be happy #also magnus is jealous and bad at lying about it which is the only canon aspect included in this ficlet oops #Anonymous

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miracles-totally-come-true · 4 years

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When I Will Be Gone (1/2)

Trigger Warning: Suicide

Pairing: Logince

Summary: Logan loves Roman with all of his heart. Logan can see that Roman wants to do more with his life. Logan can also see that his own life just isn’t working. Logan thinks he can fix both of their problems.

Roman only wants to spend his life with his boyfriend. He’s perfectly fine with giving up on his dreams if it means waking up every day to see Logan’s face.

Roman wishes he had said that sooner.

Ao3 link: (Tumblr isn’t letting me link it in a neat and simple way, so you get a large oversized link to the fic)

This was meant to be read as a oneshot, but since Tumbr doesn’t like me for some reason, here’s the second part

A quick note:

When anything is written in italics, this means that the text is part of Logan's recording. The recording takes place a few hours earlier than the story's present day.

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By the time you are listening to this, I will be gone. Not dead, most likely, but gone.

January 18th, six years prior to the recording

Sunlight dancing through the trees, the scent of roses in the air. Logan and Roman sat on a checkered picnic blanket, hand in hand.

Roman, I love you more than the world, but I think we both know that I was always bound to fail as your boyfriend.

March 15th, six years prior to the recording

The last scene in the movie had come to a close, just as Logan finally stirred in his sleep, slowly waking up. Roman glanced down at his boyfriend, who was leaning on his shoulder, before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

I that thought I was helping you to achieve your dreams, but I now see that all I was doing was holding you back. I wish I had seen sooner.

November 3rd, six years prior to the recording

Roman quietly opened his boyfriend's bedroom door. He draped a blanket over the shoulders of the figure passed out at the desk and placed the cupcake he had carried in beside the mountain of paperwork.

"Happy birthday, my love," Roman whispered.

Roman, you are the most incredible human being I have ever met.

December 1st, six years prior to the recording

A smile fluttered across Roman's lips as Logan brushed a strand of hair out of his boyfriend's eyes.

The way your eyes light up when you smile fills me with a kind of joy that I did not think I had the ability to possess.

January 18th, five years prior

Roman grinned and leaned into Logan's arms

"Happy anniversary! I love you so, so much,"

The blush that dances across your cheeks when out eyes meet is nothing less than adorable.

January 31st, five years prior

They stared into each other's eyes. Moonlight just barely lit up the room. Roman hoped that it was too dark for Logan to notice how red Roman's face must be.

Watching you spin around the room laughing when your favourite Disney songs come on always ends with my cheeks hurting from smiling.

February 14th, five years prior

Logan's quiet laughter filled the air as his boyfriend pulled him up from the couch.

"C'mon specs," Roman pulled him closer. "Let's dance."

Listening to you talk about the things that you're passionate about always melts my heart. I love you so much.

March 21st, five years prior

"I GOT THE GIG!" Roman had applied for a job preforming stories for children at the local theatre. "Let's have a drink to celebrate!"

Logan looked at him in confused amusement as Roman grabbed a bottle opener. "....babe thats a bottle of soda, not exactly the kind of drink one would use to celebrate with."

And it's because of how much I care, that I must leave. I can see that you're hiding your emotions behind your smiles.

May 30th, five years prior

Roman wiped a tear off his cheek as he put on a fake smile. He stared at the figure in the mirror. Roman loved Logan more than he could even imagine. His boyfriend was the best thing to ever happen to him. It didn't matter that Roman had lost every job he had tried to keep. It would be okay.

You clearly want more than anything to follow your dreams but you don't. Why?

June 12th, five years prior

Roman pressed his lips to his boyfriend's knuckles. "I'd travel to the moon and back if it meant simply seeing your face."

So many hours were spent with me laying on my bedroom floor, trying to figure out why you refused to go out into the world and pursue a better life. Then it hit me. I am the problem.

Present day, Roman's perspective

Roman's jaw dropped and his heart fell as he listened to the recording that he had found in his and Logan's apartment. It had been addressed to him, and he had found it sitting beside a single blood red rose, and a golden locket containing a photo of him and Logan. It hadn't been long before Roman had put two and two together and figured out that there was something else going on here. This sounded bad.

As long as I stay by your side, you'll stay stuck in an unfulfilling life.

July 2nd, five years prior

They lay in a meadow, side by side, fingers entwined.

"I love you Logan,"

"I love you too,"

Please don't be sad.

August 15th, five years prior

Logan wiped away the tear rolling down Roman's cheek.

I would have told you all this in person, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to bare seeing your pain. I knew that I'd back out the second we stood face to face.

Present day, Roman's perspective

Roman picked up the rose. He ignored the thorns that pricked his skin.

"Logan, why, why why why," he could feel more tears forming.

I love you so much, Roman. I never would have gotten this far in life without you, but as they always say mall good stories must come to an end.

December 26th, five years prior

Roman closed the storybook, a smile on his face. He plucked the glasses off his sleeping boyfriend's face and set them on the nightstand.

I've hit the metaphorical dead end.

January 30th, four years prior

Roman glanced at Logan, who was sitting in the passenger seat,

"I-I think we're lost,"

"Now you admit it?" Logan raised an eyebrow. "Here, let me drive for a bit."

My family disowned me for my sexuality.

February 13th, four years prior

Roman's heart dropped as he saw the mess of tears streaming down the typically calm man's face. "You told them?"

"...I did."

I was fired from my job at the lab, simply because I argued that the animals being used as test subjects were not being treated fairly.

January 1st, four weeks prior

"They're fools for firing someone as intelligent as you,"

"No, they're right to do this. I tried to think with my heart instead of my head for once, and made the mistake of bringing emotions into a workplace,"

"Well either way, they just lost their best scientist,"

All of my friends left eventually because of how many walls I put up.

December 2nd, two months prior

"Did Virgil call?" Roman frowned when he saw the sad look on Logan's face.

"Yes, yes he did. I'd rather not talk about it though. How about we make dinner?"

My own cautiousness and inability to be overly emotional have been my own undoing. You are the last good thing left in my life.

March 14th, four years prior

"Logan, you are absolutely not just an emotionless robot! You're the sweetest guy I know. Don't you dare let any assholes tell you otherwise!"

I may not believe in soulmates, but I truly think that we are as close as it gets.

June 8th, four years prior

"Aw, you don't think that we're soulmates?" Roman said with a pout in his face. "Why not?"

"I simply said that I don't believe in such things," Logan pressed a quick kiss to Roman's forehead. "Now get sleep, we both have work to do tomorrow."

My story has come to an end, but yours is just beginning.

August 17th, four years prior

Roman gazed lovingly at the stacks of books lining the shelves that surrounded the place where Roman and Logan sat.

I know that I don't have the emotional capacity to be able to make an accurate estimation as to how long it will take for you to be able to get over this, but for both of our sakes, I do hope it will be quick.

October 6th, four years prior

Roman sighed. His boyfriend had obviously stayed up all night working again. When he peeked at the pile of notes on Logan's desk, his face lit up. From the looks of it, Logan had started teaching a course at a local college, which had always been something he had wanted to do.

I can tell that you're hiding sadness underneath all the smiles, you don't hide it very well.

December 31st, four years prior

Smiles. Grins. Laughter. Joy. Roman's entire life was based around joy. He couldn't just go tell Logan that he was sad about losing another job, that would ruin his whole facade. No, he would have to just get another job as quickly as possible.

I haven't seen enough of your genuine smiles lately.

January 14th, three years prior

Roman was so happy for the first time in what felt like ages. Logan had finally agreed to get a pet! Granted, it was a goldfish, because Logan claimed that neither of them had the time to take care of a puppy, but a pet nonetheless!

He named it Roman Jr.

You clearly want to do something more with your life, but you don't.

February 14th, three years prior

"Vegas would be a nice place to live one day, or LA. Ooh maybe London,"

"What, life isn't enough for you?"

"Never,"

And since I've heard you joke about me being the tether keeping you from being a star, it wasn't hard to realize that the only logical explanation is that I'm the one keeping you stuck in this small town where it is impossible for you to follow your dreams.

Present day, Roman's perspective

"I never meant it. They were nothing more than jokes. I would do anything to keep the small life we share," yet more tears rolled down Roman's face as he spoke to the empty room.

I say that you are the only thing left in this world for me, but if you can't be happy with the life we have, then I have truly failed.

April 7th, three years prior

They lay on a Roman's bed, a Disney movie playing on his laptop, long forgotten. Roman snuggled closer, savouring the moment.

The only way I can think of to fix this, is to completely disappear.

July 25th, three years prior

They sat under a cherry blossom tree, watching the petals fall around them.

"This is magical," Roman's voice was barely a whisper.

"There's noting out of the ordinary about the situation, except for the fact that the petals are dropping later in the year than they usually would," Roman merely grinned.

You're the only one who could possibly miss me, so I have three requests for you.

Next part

#logince #logan sanders #roman sanders #logan x roman #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #fanfiction #logince angst #angst #tw suicide #fanfic

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caroline18mars · 5 years

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A Man On Fire - Chapter 26

Please wake up, come on, his finger twirled around another strand of that luscious, long hair, I just need to talk to you, an entire night is a long time not to talk, laugh, kiss..oh, there she was, her hand moved on his chest together with her head, her cheek caressing his chest. “'Morning” she smiled a lazy smile as her eyes fluttered open and tilted her head to look at him with those dusky pools, “hey gorgeous” he breathed and kissed those warm, full lips, even so early in the morning she tasted of strawberries. She licked her lips with the tip of her tongue to savour the kiss, so that was what she had been craving all this time, being kissed awake like this next to the man who had done all those absolutely delicious things to her last night. Could she possibly be any cuter? And could he possibly be any happier right now? “I missed you” he whispered in her hair, breathing in the scent, “missed me? But I'm right here” Harper smiled. “I know but after everything we did, how could I not? I was starting to think we never would..” another kiss followed, “but we did and it was more than memorable, exquisite even” she curled her leg around his and snuggled a little closer if that was even physically possible. “Aha, so..wanna do it again?” his hand lightly raked over her back, giving her butt a sharp smack followed by a good squeeze, “ooohhh! You betcha” she giggled and bit his shoulder. Bang, instant hard, this woman was gonna get him into so much trouble, retaliation was on the agenda so he pushed her on her back and roughly grabbed her breasts, biting down on the nipple but just when she was about to cry out in pain, he let go and gave her a second to breathe before his teeth did exactly the same with the other nipple.

This time he didn't seem to want much interaction or foreplay, in under a minute he pushed his throbbing hard dick inside of her, oh he was definitely planning on making her scream, fuck that hurt, she'd never get used to this..beast. “You like that, don't you? Getting fucked good and rough” he growled, filling her up to the hilt, oh yes finally a man who dared to say it and actually do it at the same time, but then again everybody knew that the one-night stands she previously had, were rarely a guarantee for some top notch sex “If you have time to ask me, then you're not doing it Leto” she pushed him back to his knees and before he knew what was going on, she sat on all fours in front of him, looking at him over her shoulder “still not doing it, Leto, but I guess you're all talk..”. Challenging him wasn't the best idea because there was such an aggression in his hips that had her screaming out in actual pain as he entered her with one breathtakingly hard thrust, ok, alright, calm down, you're the fuckin' alpha male, we know, and you're definitely the kinkiest to rule them all. “Uhhhhh-oh-fuuccckkk..right there..haaaa, fuck yeah..” he smacked her butt so hard in between thrusts that she was sure she wasn't gonna be sitting down comfortably today. Finally his hands pushed over her back, squeezing her flesh while his hips kept drilling against her butt, but it was that hissing that accompanied his actions that drove her wild, this was absolutely divine, a man that knew not only how to calm her body down but also her mind with a good, hard fuck. Finally she could give in to a man and not feel like one of the boys, but instead he made her feel all woman, she couldn't just submit to any man, but this man had her in submission in no time, she didn't need to think or explain herself anymore, he just shut her up by making it absolutely clear who was boss.

All of a sudden he pulled out of her, no..nonono, what are you doing? Her head turned to look at him in shock, “What? you miss this, already?” his hand folded around his cock that glistened with her juices, she swallowed hard and licked her lips, giving him a firm nod, “that hungry for it, huh?” a devious grin formed around his mouth and he gave himself a good couple of slow jerks. Another nod, god she was desperate, just keep fucking me..but when she wanted to move, his hand firmly kept her in check, “face down,ass up”, oh god yes, boss me around, tell me what to do, control me. She did as she was told, and let her upper body slide against the mattress, presenting him her butt on a silver platter, “good girl” he rewarded her with another slap on her perky, firm ass “stop clenching your fists, why are you doing that? Scared of this?” he teasingly slid the tip against her folds. She so wanted to push down on him to have him inside of her again, she already felt so empty inside, bereaved almost, “Jared, please...” she begged him, but he was deaf to her pleas, he folded his fist around her hair and yanked her up again into a kneeling position with her back to him, he yanked her hair again so her head turned and he could push his tongue down her throat. This wasn't a kiss, this was him showing his domination, and defining their sexual relationship, “you know how I want it” he let go of her hair and his eyes almost forced her to resume the position she had been in. Her whole body tingled in anticipation and she could hear her heart thumping as she put her ear to the mattress and felt him position himself against her opening “Oww” she closed her eyes in blissful pain, “so fuckin' tight..” he started a frantic pace again and let his hand slide over her hip to connect with the little knob in the front, rubbing it, teasing it, pinching it. He had his mind set on driving her absolutely insane and it wasn't long before she was breathing hard, moaning, crying and a complete mess as she spasmed her second orgasm in a couple of hours.

Duty called and so were Shayla and Shannon in an hour or so, no just let me come down from this high a little longer.., no, come on, just go get ready..so she decided to replace his warm, sleepy body for a steaming hot shower, lathering up wasn't even nice as most parts of her body were red and swollen. “Hmmm, got room for one more?” he startled her by stepping inside of the shower behind her, his hands sliding around her waist, “for you? Always!” she turned with a giggle as he pulled her against his chest. “Awtchh, no, don't touch” she tried to wiggle out of his embrace when his hand ventured down to her butt, “I think we need to talk about this, don't you?” it hadn't been his intention to hurt her, his lust had gotten the better of him and not in the most romantic or loving way. “No, no we don't” she touched his bottom lip with her fingertip “it was perfect!” before she kissed it, “you do know that it's a game, right? I mean, I would never raise a hand against you or any woman for that matter, in real life..” he just wasn't convinced. “I should hope not!” she grinned, stop spoiling the moment, floppy hair, please! There was so much she wanted to do to him, but their time together was cut short with a knock on the door, “and so it begins..” he sighed and hung his head for a second “just promise me you'll stay close by today, I need you around..” he pushed himself against her for another fiery kiss “I'll let you finish your shower..” he reluctantly let go of her and reached for a towel as he stepped out from under the water. “Thought I'd find you here..” Shayla leaned against the frame with her arms sternly crossed as he opened the door “I strongly suggest you keep all the professional talk seperated, Jared, members of crew don't exactly need to know anything about what goes on at our level”. What? Did he hear that right? “oh well, that can be arranged, why don't you book a seperate room for Harper and Sean then, they could share a bed maybe? what do you think?” he countered her vicious attack, oh and did he enjoy that look of shock on her face.

Right that minute, Harper came walking out of the bathroom, on her way to the dressing room “Oh..morning Shayla” she politely nodded, suck it in Harper, even though you're ready to rip her head off, you will not make a scene, not now, not ever, you just won't give her that satisfaction. Shayla squinted her eyes, whatever bitch, your little scheme isn't gonna work, “first lightcheck starts at 10, followed by soundcheck at 3, so can you tell your..girlfriend” she nearly puked the word “to be at the venue in time?..for once?”. What? I'm never late! this was a catastrophy waiting to happen, she yanked her sweater a little too aggressively over her head and heard the collar rip “oh fuck this!” she growled, “fuck who? You? Gladly!” he came standing behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the back of her neck. “Ha..ha..ha, this was my favorite sweater, and now..oh forget it” she sarcastically rolled her eyes and wriggled out of his embrace, “ok, this is not about the sweater, is it? what's wrong?” he stopped her. “I just..” she judded her hip and sighed “I just came here to do a job, not to arouse so much animosity..you know? I'm really trying, Jared, I am..I don't need to be her best friend, I know that, but..”. He pulled her back in his arms “hey, you're not doing anything wrong, ok?” he let his forehead connect with hers “I should have kicked them out long ago..so if it's anyone's fault, it's mine ok?” she shook her head, no this wasn't his fault but he was determined to continue “let's ignore them, I'll sort it out and I'll make sure you get a new sweater, ok? Lots of sweaters and everything else you want”, silly man..silly and oh so sweet man, what have I done to deserve you?

”These are yours” the tourmanager showed her the dressingroom the lightcrew shared and pointed at the Mars hoodies and sweaters all neatly folded and with her name embroidered on them “with compliments of the big boss” the older man gave her a fat wink and a smile.

From: HCDeRobiano

To: BJLCubbins

Subject: You, me and Mars

Floppy Hair,

You spoil me..thank you for the hoodies and sweaters, now I feel a thousand times closer to you, and I needed that because I miss you here, can't wait for you to come over and do the soundcheck, it's gonna be a blast, you'll see!

You crawled under my skin, floppy hair, and you obviously don't need a roadmap to wurm your way to my heart. I'm babbling, I've probably been upside down today one time too many and the blood has rushed to my head, don't know, but I do know that I really, really like you too!

'If music be the food of love, play on' – William Shakespeare

yes, yes, yes, yes to that, a thousand times yes!

Coco

“Some of us round here need to work, we can't all sleep with our boss and then sit around to text our friends about it” Sean came walking into the dressing room, “then I guess you're not working either, because you're sleeping with yours too, right?” she snarked back at him, ugh go away if you can't talk about anything else, what is my lovelife to you anyway?. “Too? So you two actually 'consumed' it last night? Well, well, don't get your hopes up, Harp, he's never ever gonna put a ring around your finger, he's known around here as a serial monogamist” Sean grinned “nothing wrong with that right? Except he's practicing all that monogamy with several women at the same time, I mean I can drop some names if you want..”. Oh will you just butt out of my private life, you horrible..twat! “I don't think my sex life is any of your concern, Sean, and who said I needed a ring around my finger? Like ever? Seems to show that you don't know me at all, Seanie boy! And so what if he's seeing other women? He's a free man, free to go where and do as he pleases! Why do you keep bringing him up all the time, anyway? You jealous of him scoring himself all that pussy? Is that it? Settled for less too quickly, Seanie? Oh you poor thing..” she flapped her eyelashes mockingly at him, but deep down she felt his words sting, don't take any notice of him, Coco, he's just trying to jerk your chain, and besides so what if it's true what he says about Jared?..wow wait, first of all, you've only slept with him twice..no biggie, right? That is not the appropriate term in his case, she couldn't help but giggle slightly, he was definitely a 'biggie'! And second..it would hurt your feelings, yeah of course it would, but there's no such thing as relationships, not these days anymore anyway..they're just artificial bonds created by insecure people, right? Just look at your own creators, Coco? You're different, girlfriend, you can be on your own, you don't need anybody around you to justify who you are or what you're doing, all you need once in a while from somebody else is a few horizontal sessions between the sheets, and then they can fuck right off again, that's all, duh!. Jared stood outside the door, overhearing the conversation between Sean and Harper and felt his heart thump in his throat, did she actually see this as something casual? Really? Should he start seeing this as a casual fling too then?

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Colors Ask

Original list can be found here! Though some of these were doctored up a wee bit just so I could make better sense of them.

[RED] What are you most passionate about? How did this passion develope?

My passion has been creating these ideas and worlds and AUs or even just overarching plots to stories I'll probably never write. It started with my voracious habit to read - something I probably do WAY too much of if I'm too be honest. As I read I would theorize and extrapolate from what the story told so far and I guess it became a habit. Now I look at fandoms I like or pairings and suddenly and writing down notes, sketching designs, and looking up references for this whole new Alternate Universe just because I can. I love it!

[ORANGE] How many pieces of fruit do you aim to eat per day? What do you actually manage?

Uh, I don't eat often bub. A meal at McDonalds is enough to fill me up for an entire 24-hour period. I eat fruit when my body craves it which tends to be about once a week to every other week.

[YELLOW] What's your happy place? Real or fictional?

Okay. That 'happy place' idea is utter bullshit. When I get an anxiety/panick attack, I don't go to a tranquil place in my mind and start to feel better. That doesn't help because guess what, an idle mind is the perfect playground for personal demons. Happy Places probably exist but they don't do jackshit once you're already in one and besides, I couldn't never keep my thoughts straight enough in the middle of an attack to make a decision.

[GREEN] Do you prefer indoors or outdoors? What's your favorite flower to smell?

Indoors during winter and late autumn, outdoors the rest of the year. I like to just lay in the grass when the sun is high on a clear, breezy day and bask in the light like a cat. As for flower... hell if I know. A flower is a flower to my brain.

[BLUE] What is your favorite mode of long distance transportation? Have you ever been on a plane? If so, what was it like?

Uh, car. I've only been a plane plane twice (nearly passed right out walling to my seat the first time I was so terrified) but both were utterly boring. The book I brought with I finished before half the trip was over. Though it was fun seeing the clouds, I think they would get boring after so many trips. And besides, in a car trip on my own, I can play whatever music I want however loud I please.

[INDIGO] What's your top three names? Would you ever consider having children?

I actually have a list in Google Drive because my boyfriend and I had started talking about the possibility of having kids sometime in the next five to ten years. Looking at it, it's hard to choose but it follows a pattern of a Latin, Greek, or Irish word that had meaning.

Daughter: it would be Eirini (Greek: Peace), Elpida (Greek: Hope), and Nadur (Irish: Nature).

Son: Anam (Latin: Soul), Rioga (Irish: Royal), and Nostrum (Latin: Ours).

[VIOLET] What's your favorite cake flavour? Are you any good at baking?

Chocolate hands down. If it's chocolate you got me. And yes, I am very good at baking. My two favorite recipes are Red Velvet cake with Cream Cheese frosting and Flour-less Chocolate Torte. Both arevcompletely from scratch mind you, frosting and all. So god damned delicious.

[PURPLE] Do you support the Royal Family? Who is your favorite historical figure and why?

Royal Family? Well, I don't know anything about them instead of Royal Family how about President? And no, I do not support a large portion of Trump's decisions mainly to do with his methods and the nuances of those decisions.

Also, I don't really have a favorite hostiorical figure? Or even one I like? To me they're like one big tapestry that details the human race, one which is still continually being added to. They are a part of the whole. Which to put in layman's terms means I like history overall more than any singular person involved.

[PINK] What is your favorite animal? Zoos or farms?

CATS!!! I love house cats, big cats, wild cats, domesticated cats, exotic cats, local cats, cats, cats, cats! But not the musical, lol. But I'd rather see cats in their natural habits. Hells, I'd rather see all animals in their natural habits when considering non-domesticaed animal breeds. I don't like either of them if the purpose is to just visit the animals in them.

[TURQUOISE] Do you like being in the sea? What coastal town is your favorite to visit?

Hm. I was born and raised in the land of ten thousand lakes and have only ever been to the coast twice, the Gulf of Mexico and the Southern Californian coast in specific. I was able to wade into the ocean when I went to the Gulf but I don't think that would be a good choice to base my decision on as I was stung my floating remnants of jellyfish and then didn't risk going in again after that. To make things easier, let's go with large bodies of water in general, to which the answer is a wholesome yes. I love to swim and float in the water.

[MINT] Do you like astrology? Do you consider Pluto a 'real planet'?

Ah. This question. I do occasionally practice witchcraft when I have a good purpose to do so - such as making a charm for a friend, cleansing my home, and other such things. Astrology is part of what I do so yes, I like it in the sense that it helps me work or stronger correspondences. As for Pluto....bot really. Pluto is a dwarf planet by scientific standards. In my practice, there isn't much to tie it to outside of a person's sign related to it. It's hard to work with it because of this as all the other planets (substituting earth with the moon here) have ample correspondences.

[CRIMSON] Have you ever broken and bone before? Do you enjoy going to the dentist?

Hell no to both questions. Next!

[AMBER] Do you have a license to drive? If now, how do you get around?

Yes I do! I have a 2007 Volkswagen Jetta Wolfsberg edition. My first car, used it be my dad. I've had it for just about two years now and I keep her in tip top shape as much as a possibly can! Just wish I had a proper garage so I could do my own small repairs and work on her.

[LIME] Do you like monkeys? Do you believe the theory of evolution?

No, I don't really care for monkeys. And from a scientific standpoint, yes I do.

[TANGERINE] How tall are you? Do you ever wish you were taller or shorter?

I am literally just a hair below 5'11" and for a woman my age where I live, that is really tall. I match height with most men I've met. But I do sometimes wish I was shorter just because my height and stature paired with my resting bitch face tend to intimidate or slightly scare people when they first meet me. I often have to explain that, "No, I'm not angry, this is just my normal look when I'm not really feeling any specific emotion. You're fine, I swear. I just look like this." And I'm a gentle giant. Think BFG if you know it. I'm the one who will jump in to protect and be a meat shield for someone else but am unable to raise a hand for my own safety. People being scared of me just makes me feel really damn sad and depressed.

[AZURE] Which gender and sexuality do you most identify with?

Uuuuuuh. Hm. Well- that is kinda a hard question? For gender I think the closest I can relate to is genderfliud. I don't have any body dysphoria but I do know there are times I feel way more masculine than feminine. The reverse is just as equally true. And then there are times where I don't feel like I have a specific gender. Sexuality can make this kind of hard to pin down for me. Put it this way. I am panromantic but I find males sexually arousing much more than I do females. And for those curious (unlikely anyone) I'll go by any pronoun. He, she, it, they/them, I really don't give a fuck.

[BEIGE] What is your favorite pop/soda? Do you enjoy alcohol?

P E P S I. Coke is an abomination, something which my boyfriend heavily disagrees with the heathen... I don't....really like to drink often. Alcoholism kind of runs in the family and due to that, I'm more likely to form a codependency on it as well. My family on my Dad's side is heavily German if that helps make more sense. But I do enjoy sweet wines the very few times I allow myself a glass, no more than two.

[CORAL] What is your favorite Disney movie? Who does it better, Disney or Pixar?

You- you can't just ASK me this!! I grew up on Disney! To pick a favorite would be blasphemous of me!!! Also, if that didn't make it clear, Pixar can suck my sack. Disney for the win.

[SAPPHIRE] Do you wear any jewelry? What do you think looks best on other people?

I wear a silver ring on me right middle finger everyday 24/7 and only take it off during my job or when I'm going into any amount of water. I used to wear earrings as well but I lost my silver pair and I can only wear gold or silver. Yes, I have tried to nail polish trick and hypoallergenic. No, I couldn't get either to work with me. My ears would still puss around the non-pure metal earrings. Now I only wear any of my other earrings when I'm doing something special and never for more than a few hours or so.

[GOLD] What do you consider your biggest achievement? When was the last time you won (at) something?

Ah, achievements, things that

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