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thedevilsdom · 3 years

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Im so nervous lol.

just wanted to say that you made me accept a lot of my kinks that I thought were gross and felt bad for having so thank you soo much 💕

I saw an Obey me snz fic you made and was wondering if you take requests?? I have been looking everywhere for a Mammon snz fic and sadly there isn't almost any snz content in the fandom 😢

It's okay of you can't take requests now tho!! I don't want to make you uncomfortable lol

aw I’m glad I could be of some help!!

Ships: Mammon/GN!MC Contents: Sneezes, Dom/Sub, Handjobs, Rope bondage, Butt Plugs, Praise Wordcount: ~1.5k

He’s your good boy. He’s always your good boy, and you’re always delighted to see that he’s usually willing to indulge you in whatever it is you want to do.

Though this time, as you’re tying him up, something feels just a little bit off.

You had called him over to your room, putting on a little bit of perfume on your neck and wrists as you prepped the rope and anything else you’d need. Some silky white rope, a spreader bar, and a cage muzzle. All things you’ve used on him before, so really there was no need to suspect that a single thing would be off.

Now, as you finish the knots securing his hands over his head and tied to the bedframe, you pull back and notice that he doesn’t look quite… There. His eyes aren’t quite focused, and his brow is juuust a little bit pinched. He looks like he’s trying to focus but can’t.

“Mammon?” You ask, kneeling between his spread legs, “Everything alright?”

“Eh? Yeah, yeah of course.” He’s quick to nod and try to dismiss your worries. You give him a disbelieving look while you reach behind you on the bed to grab the little vibrating plug and the lube you’d brought,

“Okay, if you’re sure. Make sure you tell me if anything’s wrong, ‘kay?” You say, apprehensive. He smiles and agrees, eager to have your hands on- and in- him. You lube up your fingers and bring them down between his legs, easily slipping one into him and pulling a low sigh from his throat.

“Theeere you go,” You begin to slowly drag the pad of your finger along his inner walls, stroking across his prostate and making his legs give little shivers. He’s so pliant and willing like this, not to mention needy. It didn’t take long to get him squirming and trying to push down onto the single finger that’s inside him.

“Does my good boy need more inside him? You want something to fill you up?” You purr. His whole body shivers. His hands form fists, discontent with being uselessly tied above him, wanting to reach out and grab you and hold you up to himself.

“Please, ple-mph- please!” Mammon cries out. He always gets so needy, all for you. You add a second finger, listening to him whine. Though, normally by this point, he’d be begging you to kiss him. Tying him up and muzzling him like this is your favorite way of depriving him of that closeness he loves so much, only to give it to him tenfold later in the night, but it isn’t any fun if he doesn’t beg for it.

“Mammon, baby,” You hum, slowing the push of your fingers to a crawl, “You don’t want kisses?”

He freezes as your eyes lock onto his. Even he recognizes that that isn’t normal behavior. After a moment, he breaks eye contact to look to the side and mumble something. When you don’t respond, he speaks up.

“You muzzled me already, I know that I won’t be getting any kisses now, what’s the point in asking?” He pouts.

“Oh, so we’re being bratty tonight? Is that it?” Your free hand squeezes the meat of his thigh and he blanches.

“I- I’m sorry! Please just- just keep going?”

“Hmph,” You start stroking his cock as you fuck him with your fingers, “You’re lucky I’m feeling so generous tonight. Any more attitude from you and I’ll have you over my knee.”

“Yeah- ngh- yeah, MC, thank you,” He mutters. Normally something like that would earn you a snarky comment in return, but you suppose he must just be feeling awfully subservient tonight. You cast a glance up at him and catch that same bleary, unfocused look from before. You give him a few more pumps of your hands before pulling them back completely. You easily slide the plug into his ass and press the button on the little remote, setting it to a low vibration, then you get up on your knees and move to over him. He looks confused when you suddenly straddle his lap.

“I wonder how long you’ll last like that.” You grind your ass back on his cock.

“I- hih- I don’t think- wait, hang on, MC-“ He mutters. You see him squint for a moment before a look of what you can only describe as shock crosses his face for just a split second before he quickly, desperately, turns his head to the side, the metal cage of his muzzle hitting his bicep, his whole body tensing-

“ha’ikshiew!” He sneezes to the side, uncovered. Immediately after, he looks mortified. Eyes wide, brow pinched, not-even-looking-at-you mortified. “I-I’m- That was so gross, I’m so sorry, MC, something’s been makin’ my nose itch all ni-hih! Fuck- huh-tshh! Hih-knxght! Huh-ktshiew!” A barrage of sneezes hit him, try as he might to stifle them.

The poor boy looks like he’s about to start crying, he’s so embarrassed.

He’s supposed to be your good boy, your always-sexy sub who gives you all the best reactions, how is he supposed to do that if he just made a fucking mess of his arm and muzzle with his sneezes? You probably think he’s disgusting and gross. He keeps his gaze trained away from you as he anticipates the incoming rejection and demand for him to get out of your room.

It doesn’t come.

Instead, he feels a warm hand on top of his head, and fingers carding through his hair, pulling his fringe out of his face.

“Cute.” You chuckle. “Must be my new perfume.” You turn up the vibrator with a press of the button, and his hips buck involuntarily behind you, head falling back with another hitch of his breath. “Here,” Your hand presses at the back of his head, urging him to lean forward and rest his forehead on your shoulder. You feel the warmth of his skin and the cold, wetness of his muzzle. “Can you smell it?”

“Can’t- hihh… I can’t smell much of an-anything,” His words are punctuated by soft sniffling as he tries desperately to keep the mess from dripping. “MC, MC, I’m hehh go-gonna- hik-TchEW! HAKNT-tchiuhh- HikTCHIEW!” He lets out a handful more sneezes against you as you pet his hair, offering a tired little huff at the end of the fit. He sniffles, strong and wet, in a desperate bid to not make any more mess than he already has.

“Oh, my poor baby,” You reach behind with the hand that isn’t on his head, beginning to stroke his needy cock. His head felt light and dizzy from the sneezing, and somehow that made your touch feel even more intense. He lets out a little cry, thighs tensing when you jerk him off. “This feels good, doesn’t it Mammon?”

“’S good, so good,” He sniffs, “wanna kiss you,” He mutters, small against your shoulder. You barely heard it, and you know that he must be so embarrassed asking for such a thing, especially now. The hand on his head undoes the muzzle, dropping it into your lap. He doesn’t have a second to object or even to process before you’re taking his chin between your fingers and angling his head up, pressing a kiss to his lips. They’re wet from the spray, and the humiliation of it only makes Mammon’s blood run hotter.

“My good boy,” You hum when you pull away, guiding his head back down to your neck, “You close?” The sound that leaves his lips is something akin to a rough, ragged sob. Your hand holds the back of his neck possessively. You may not have him collared this time, but this has very much the same effect.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m close,” He nips at your neck, the scent of your perfume hitting him full force now, but he still doesn’t have his hands or arms to cover himself. “Ah- Aktchiew! HekTSHH!” He sneezes hard against your skin. “Huhh- fuuuck- ‘m so close, MC,” He whines, hips twitching and squirming under you.

“Such a needy boy I have,” You purr with what almost sounds like pride in your voice. It’s intoxicating to him. “Cum for me.”

Like a wire snapping, his back bows and his orgasm crashes through him. His cock throbs, sticky white cum spurting across your fingers and the tops of his thighs, some spilling over your hand. He moans, fucking up into your hand again and again, until his shivering and crying out from the overstimulation he’s giving himself. Only then you give him some mercy, turning off the plug and pulling your hand away. He lets out shaky sighs against you.

“My good boy,” You lean back, “Always my good boy.”

“Mhmm,” He hums with a dopey smile and a sniffle, “Always yours.”

You lean forward and give him a kiss to his heated forehead, then push your cum-slicked fingers past his lips. He dutifully gets to work lapping up his mess and suckling on your fingers obediently, humming contentedly as he does it. Once you’re all clean, you untie his hands and start rubbing feeling back into them.

“I’ll never know what I did to deserve such a good boy,” You plant a kiss to his wrist, where the rope was tied, “Thank you, Mammon. ‘M gonna take good care of you now, okay?” You look up at him through your eyelashes.

“U-uh- yeah- can… Can we shower first? So- snf- so you can get that perfume off at least? I don’t think I’d be able to handle any more sneezing.” He says with a shy laugh. “Not that- not that I’m not down for uh- for a repeat some other time.”

A repeat, hm?

You tuck that thought away for now, giving him a quick pet on his head before skipping off to get a bath ready.

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thealternateuniverse · 4 years

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"Baze pass me the joint!" I admit, I'm pretty drunk and I'll start to lose my shit any minute from now. My cousin Baze tag me along tonight, its suppose to be a boy's night out but nah I don't mind they can have their fun. I'm no stranger to them. We're in Andrei's house. These guys are my childhood friend, wrong they are my brothers and we're reunited after 4 years? I think. I've been in Ireland for too long and now I'm back to my roots. "Yo Y/N! Are Irish girls hot?" Slim asked and everyone starts laughing. I flip him off and chug down the vodka in my cup. I smoked the joint Baze handed me. Ah I miss these. Chill night with the gang. "Yo seriously. You look like them. What made you color your hair red? You look like a fuuucking idiot." Then Slim laughed sounding like a goat in labor. "Shut up fucker." My only response. I know they missed me that's why I'm their target tonight. And Slim is the leader of the pack. "Kells is on his way here." Rook said while looking at his phone. "Who's Kells?" Everyone fell silent as if I said something wrong. "What? Did I say something wrong?" Slim look at me in disbelief and laughed like a goat again. This dude is high I'm sure of that. "Really? You don't know who's Kells? Dang girl it's Colson." The fuck? Colson? Since when did he become Kells? Rook must have read my confusion. "It' his screen name Machine Gun Kelly. Kells for short." I don't know if it's the alcohol or the shroom but I laugh so hard. "What the---- hahahaha as in Colson Baker is Machine Gun Kelly?" They look at me weirdly, like I'm some kind of alien. "Dude you don't know? He's famous." I shut up. Colson really made it. He is successful now. "What did Ireland do to you?" I just shook my head. I can't think of any comeback cause my head is somewhere in space and everything looks sharp. I guess the shroom is having it's effect on me. "What's up fuckers!" That deep voice vibrated all over the room. Colson. "Ayo man. Finally." The boys did their handshake until his eyes landed on me. "Y/N? What the fuck?! Dude you're here!" I got up from the couch and he embrace me in a tight bear hug. "Dude I fuckin miss you." I felt dizzy when he let go of me so I hold on to his arm. "You okay?" He holds my wrist and look at me. I nodded as a response. "Yeah." I sat down on the couch again, eyes felt heavy and mind flying somewhere. They converse about work, which I could not relate so I just listen and nods whenever they ask me something. "Yeah, why don't we talk about our Irish lady here." All eyes are on me again. "Seriously dude. We missed you. The good shit and such when you are here."

Back when we were bunch of idiots we used to hang at Ashleigh's place. She's the only one who has a decent home to stay and live in, and her mom was kind enough to let us stay especially Colson. "Yeah I missed you too." I drink from my cup and my gaze landed on Colson who is looking at me too. "What?" I asked, my brow raising. "Nothing. I'm just appreciating the changes." I shrug. My hair is red for a year and I'm planning to dye it black. "Whatever Colson." I rolled my eyes while giggling. It was unintentional though.

We are all catching up. Especially me, since they missed the 4 years of my life and me missing the 4 hollywood glamour of their lives too. It's all sex drugs and rock and roll. I'm just hoping it won't get the best of them. "Daaaamn. We're really getting old. Next thing we knew Casie's walking down the aisle while Colson's crying." Colson almost choke on his drink after Baze said that. "Not happening Baze. No boys for my baby girl until I said so." Oh yeah Casie. Colson's daughter. That girl is turning to a lady and that will make Colson grow 10 years because of headache. The kid is beautiful and for sure boys will be chasing her. I wish she could spend more time with us whenever she's in Ireland. "Of course. Look at Y/N, we're so protective of her that 'til now she's single." I want to kick Dubo's shin for blurting out to everyone that I'm still single. "You're still single?" Colson asks. I can't help but blush, nothing's wrong about being single but talking about my romantic life with these idiots is like telling them that I shit in my pants and the teasing will never stop after that. "Well, it's our fault. We never let a guy come near you before. " Slim confessed. It didn't shock me though cause the guys who wanta to date me before told me that these idiots scared them or bribe them. Atleast I knew that they aren't men enough to be scared by my friends. "I don't mind though. I suck at dates." Through my peripheral, I see Colson smirked. I rolled my eyes at him. "And you have a bad taste when it comes to men." He added. I scoffed. If he only knew. Indeed I have bad taste.

We continue chatting and some of the guys are already drunk or high. I too is drunk. I stood up to went to the bathroom but everything seems spinning. With my high and drunken state I look for the bathroom. I found it in a hallway to the kitchen but when I opened the door Baze is in there doing some porno. "Fuck. I'm sorry, don't mind me so proceed." I didn't wait for their answer and close the door. Damn I have to see that. I can't help but giggle, ironic I did that before too. I search for another available bathroom upstairs and I trip in every step. My body felt heavy so I crawled until I ended up in a room. Guest room I think? "Damn it." My vision is blurry but I managed to reach the bathroom and puked my brains out. "Fucking vodka." I wipe my mouth before puking again. Oh god, I never puke before. I felt a hand massaging my back and I turn to see who it is. Colson. "Alcohol is a bitch."

COLSON

"Fuck. Y/N saw me fucking in the bathroom." Baze came from god knows where while zipping his pants a girl clinging on his arm. Mod Sun laughed. "That cousin of yours is hot." Baze threw his cup at Mod. "You're not hitting her." Y/N changed a lot, physically. I mean it's good maybe I'm not just used to since we haven't seen each other for 4 years.

I don't know why she left, everything was okay back then. But I guess it's better that we separate ways, look at us I made it to Hollywood, she's fine and we're all good. "Yo Colson! You're awfully quiet today." Actually I'm high already. Not drunk but high. I smoked two in the studio before getting here. "Nah. I'm good. Where's Y/N?" I search the room if there's any sign of Y/N. "Maybe she went into another bathroom, one with no one fucking." Everyone laughed even Baze at Drei's statement. "Seriously tho, you and Y/N are good?" This is the question I've been dreading. Me and Y/N are good but awkard so I'm avoiding their attention by remaining silent. "You know what. Stop dicking around and tell her what you feel." I was taken aback. How the hell did Slim knew when I didn't tell anyone about it. It's so hard to act cool whenever she's around. So I didn't tell anyone and it's better if it remains tgat way and I won't lose her. "Tell her what?" Acting as if I don't know something will do me no good. Action speaks louder than words. "Go on Colson. Deny it, next thing you knew she already have someone who's not scared to admit his feelings." I clenched my jaw at the thought that Y/N is with someone who's not me, us. "Hell yeah, we got you bro." Rook taps my shoulder. I stood up from my seat and look for Y/N. I went upstairs and search each room for her and I found her on the left wing puking her guts out in a bathroom. I immediately attended her and rubs her back. When she's done she turns around and look at me with droopy eyes. "Alcohol is a bitch." She wipes her mouth and leans on the wall. "Goddamn I need a bed." Y/N close her eyes. The alcohol and weed must have hit on her. "Hey hey, stay with me, I'll put you to bed." I held her arm but she flinch. "Don't fucking touch me Colson. I wanna fucking beat you right now." Since she's drunk I didn't mind what she said. I grab her arm again but Y/N clung on my neck and buried her face on my chest. "I thought you wanna beat me?" I held her waist to support her weight cause she looks like she's about to melt. "Shut up. I hate you." Maybe it's just her drunk self hating me. Everyone's her enemy whenever she's drunk. "Why do you hate me?" I decided to ride along with her craziness. "Cause you're a fucking asshole?" She mumbled almost hakf asleep. "And you love this asshole?" I couldn't hide my smirk. She probably won't remember this tomorrow. "Of course I love you..........and Rookie, and Slim, and Baze, and Casie.....I love EST fam." She look up to me with a smirk. Damn, she played well. "How about me? I mean only me?" She freed herself and sat on the counter, I moved forward a bit so I can be in between her legs. Y/N leans her head on my chest again. "I hate you. But I hate that I don't hate you at all. I wish you would meet Chase." Who the fuck is Chase? Is he her boyfriend? Am I too late? The fuck the boys were right, I should've told her earlier. "Who's Chase?" I rub Y/N's back, soothing her. "He's.........I love him. But I wish you would love him too." My heart began to race and I am now confuse. I held her face and look at her straight in the eye. "Y/N, tell me who's Chase?" Her eyes are all droopy and red but managed to return the look I gave her. "He's your fucking son. Happy?" Suddenly I am the one whose high. Everything around blurred and Y/N's word echoes. He's your fucking son. I have another kid. I have another kid, with her. I had a fucking kid with her and I didn't knew. I didn't even knew something happened between us. "H-how? We didn't even....." A lot of questions are running in my head but that's the only thing came out. I am loss for words right now. "Of course you don't remember. You were so doped up with drugs that you almost raped a fan but being the good friend I am I came to the rescue and....." I think I knew what happened next. "I had sex with you instead." I finish her sentence. "I can't fucking blame you because I was the one who's sober. And God..... why did I let it happened." I didn't expect my night to be like this especially she just got back from overseas. And her confession infuriates me. "Why did you not tell me?" I want to punch myself for doing that to her. I blow every fucking chance. I took a good thing and fuck it all up in one fucking night. "I fucking loved you asshole! We were both a fucking mess. I was with you during your worst, sex drugs, rock and roll, fame is getting on you then you got me pregnant, I wasn't ready and......How can we raise a child if we're like that?! One of us has to sober up so that we won't end up hurting ourselves and the child. Funny how one night can change life forever." Y/N broke down into tears. She fucking love me. She said she fucking love me. I wish she's sober right now cause I'm not believing what's happening. She went through all this alone and I hate myself for that. I was dicking around when she was suffering alone in that goddamn country. "I'm sorry Y/N.....I -I didn't knew." I wipe her tears and rubs her back while kissing her head. "It's my fault. I never told you." I hushed her, but tears still streaming down her face. I am so angry right now, to myself, to what happened. I feel like shit for being a dick. Now I have a son whose growing up not knowing his father. It's an awful situation cause I grew up without a mother too. I may be an asshole but I won't let a kid running around not knowing me especially if it's mine. "Let's get you to bed. You're drunk." I carried her out and brought her to my room. I laid Y/N on my bed and undress her after. As if I've never seen her naked before. I dress her with one of my shirts then cover her with a blanket. Kissing her head I left the room and went back downstairs. Everyone seems to chill now. "Yo dude. Is Y/N okay?" Baze asks. He was caught off guard when I lounge him and held the collar of his shirt. "Why the fuck you didn't tell me?!" Slim, Rook and Drei went to the rescue to ease the tension. "Ayo, Kells chill. What the fuck is going on?" Slim held me back while Drei is pulling Baze from my grasp. "Man. It was her decision, and I won't intervene on whatever's going on between you two. I didn't know how did you even got her pregnant when you were busy fucking around." My blood boils and Baze's words fuelled my anger. I was about to attack him again but Slim blocked me. "What the fuck Kells? You had a child? With Y/N?!" Everyone fell silent. "Yeah." Rook was the first one to speak. "No shit. How old is the child?" I don't want my son to estranged me, it was hard before when I had Casie. "Probably 3. Who else fucking knew? Could've told me I had another kid." I glared at Baze. "Ashleigh fucking knew." Baze answered. Damn it Ashleigh. "But she just found out when Y/N called before going back here." Didn't they even thought that it was my child who's growing up not knowing his father?! "Yeah. Whatever. Thanks for the info. Gotta go."

I grabbed my keys and left. I need to fucking think.

Y/N's FUCKING POV

I woke up with wave of nausea. My head hurt like it was hit by a ton of bricks. I opened my eyes just tk realized I'm not in Baze's house and I'm not wearing my clothes. I couldn't even remember what happened last night. The last thing I remember was Colson helping me threw up. Guess this is his clothes I'm wearing base on it's size.

I look at the clock and it's 2 in the afternoon. Damn I was that passed out? I opened the closet searching for a sweatpants or short. Fuck that 6'4 height of his. I look like a sack. Blame my 5'8 height. I settled on his shorts because it's the only bottom I look human. I don't want parading around the house with only my panties on. I went downstairs to see if someone's here. Slim is in the kitchen looking like a bitch. Looks like he hadn't sleep yet. "Slim where is everyone?" Slim jumped a little, surprised by my presence. I giggled and I sat down to one of the chairs in the counter. He served me a plate of pasta which I heavenly feasted. "Out. With Colson." Had they sleep yet? "Where are they going?" I munch all in the plate while listening to Slim. "Out, having some quality time with his son." I choked on my food. I coughed, It feels like the pasta stucked in my throat and wants to go out in my nose. Slim handed me a water. "T-thanks. What do you mean son?" My heart started to hammer. "Oh? I thought Colson's the one who didn't knew he had a child. Seems like you forgot." I feel like all the Colors in my face drained. Impossible. I have blurted out everything last night! Stupid! Colson already knew. I won't get away this time. Slim taps my shoulder. "You know we're here for you Y/N." Slim said sincerely. I sighed feeling guilty. I feel like a bitch for not telling Colson, he deserves to know, it's his right. "I was just so scared Slim. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't ready and I don't know how to raise a child." A tear fell. It's all out now. "You two should talk." Just in time the living room is filled with noise. They're here. Anxiety building up inside me, Colson is here and I don't know how to act. I heard the small giggles and that little voice of a child approaching. "Look who's hereeee..." Chase's blue orbs widened when he saw me. But I almost cry at the sight because Colson is carrying him. "Mumm..." Chase wiggled and Colson put him down. He ran towards me. "Baby......mommy missed you." I held Chase, embracing him in a tight hug while I gave him kisses. "Ash! Can you get Chase here first. Y/N and I, need to talk."

A shiver went down to my spine. This is it. And by the looks of it Colson is not happy, he keeps a neutral face except when he holds Chase. Ash went to here in the kitchen and took Chase. I gave her a reassuring smile and went back to the living room.

"In my room now." He didn't let me answer and immediately went to his room upstairs. I followed him. I got into his room and locked the door.

"Colson I'm so sorry I didn't tell you---" Colson turned to face me and his eyes is at it's darkest shade of blue.

"Take off your shirt now." My jaw dropped. I am confused, we are in a serious situation and he wants my shirt off? I followed his orders and take off my shirt exposing my bust in lacy bra. "I don't know what this is bu---" he didn't let me finish my sentence again. "Strip all your clothes." My eyes widened this time. "Colson what the fuck are you up to?!" Is he insane? "Are you going to do it? Or let me do the honor?" I gulp. He is serious. I strip all the remaining clothes leaving my underwears. Damn good thing I have everything lasered. "Do you know how frustrating all this is?" He moves forward. I move backward. I am so scared of him right now, excited at the same time I don't knkw if he's high or what. "Leaving without saying goodbye, showing up again after years and told me that we had a son." I keep moving backwards until I hit the wall, Colson trapping me with both arms. "You know how frustrating it is you left me hanging?" His fingers ran through my sides giving me shiver. He hooked one of his fingers to the strap of bra. He lowered his head on my ear. "You know how frustrating it is when I am fucking someone but it's your face I see." He whispered. I bit my lip from the sensation. "You are not getting away this time Y/N." He licks my ear and kisses my jaw reaching my lips. I respond to his kisses but Colson suddenly pulled away. What the fuck. "I don't forgive easily babe." He unbuckled his belt with one hand while the other was holding both of my wrist already. I was so drown in his charms that he already held my wrists. He tied the belt around and held both of my hands up. "My rules." Colson dipped his head on my neck sucking it making sure it will leave marks after. I bit my lip hard, holding myself back not to let out a moan. "I am so angry that I want to fuck you so bad. So dirty." I clung both my arms to his neck initiating the kiss rubbing myself against him, being the fucktard he is he pulled away again. I can feel his boner poking to my stomach, that's it go hard for me asshole. "A-ah, what did I say? My rules. Now behave." Colson slammed me to the wall and kiss me hungrily, it wasn't gentle at all, seems like he's venting out all his anger. My lips will be swollen after this. I kissed him back with the same enthusiasm, it's my inner dominant self taking over. He grabs my ass lifting me and I gladly wrap my legs around his waist. "Bad huh. " He smacks my ass throwing me to his bed. "You're all talk Colson. Just fuck me." I don't know where my confidence came from but that made him smirk, grabbing my legs and pull me to the edge of the bed. I know I hit his ego and now he's more aggressive. I pulled him towards me, clinging on to his neck, kissing him passionately and less angry than earlier. He ripped my panties off and throw it god knows where the same aith my bra. "What the fuck! That was la perla!" He insert 2 of his finger making me gasp. "I can fucking buy you a hundred pair of those. Now moan." Biting my lip didn't help at all, I let out a slutty moan feeling his fingers inside me. "Damn look at that so wet for me." He trailed kisses from my thighs to my belly button adding speed to his pace. I rolled my eyes back from the sensation fuck his fingers feels good, I want them in all day. "God dammit you're mine." He kisses me again and lowering it to the valley of my breasts. "Did you feel like this when we did it Y/N?" He added another finger causing me to moan louder. "I----fuck it." He remove all his fingers. "Fuck give it to me Colson!" The bastard just smirked unbuttoning his pants and taking off his shirt. "Say it, or you won't getting this." He took off his pants leaving his ethika boxers, his XXX tattoo and boner peeking. I have the same tatto on my belly button. "Yes you fuck so good!" His eyes turned darker, taking off his boxers his dick sprang out in it's fullest hard form. My eyes glued to God's gift to women not believing it fit inside me years ago. "Give me a head sweetheart." I don't know but his words are like spells that makes me follow him. Colson moved forward, I grab his dick running my hands up ad down. I lick the tip of his dick which earned him a groan, falling his head back. I started to bob my head up and down, taking him all within my reach. He grabs my hair guiding my head. "Fuck. You're doing good baby." Colson breaths heavily, he couldn't take it anymore he pulls me up and lay me down to bed placing himself above me. He kissed my head before kissing my lips feeling him entered me. I gasped. It was painful, it feels like giving birth. A tear rolled down my cheek but Colson was quick to kiss it away. "I got you baby." He let me adjust to his size before moving slowly. I moaned, not feeling pain but pleasure instead, making me scratch hard his back while my other hand grips his hair. Colson groaned speeding up his pace and my moans are getting louder. "Colson......oh my god. Don't stop." I arch my back and wrap my thighs around his waist tightly giving him more access. "Fuck Y/N you're so tight." Colson pulled out and I swear I wan't to cut his balls. He flip me off, now my ass is facing him. He entered me again without warning and it feels damn good in this position. I moaned out loud not giving a damn if somebody hears me. Colson gripped my waist tight continue slamming himself. We're both panting as our bodies slapped against each other, sweats dripping, and lust feeding us both. Colson knows what he's hitting and it made me see the heavens and galaxies. "Colson I'm c-cumming." I said through heavy breaths. He lowered himself and bit my earlobe. "Come for me baby." My walls clenched around him, tension building from my stomach until my orgasm hits. Colson didn't stop he speeds up instead and moments later he came, spilling his essence inside me. "Fuck." He lets out a groan while still inside me riding out his orgasm. We stayed in that position for a minute and laid beside me after. I moved and laid on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "I'm sorry." I pressed a soft kiss of his jaw before kissing him on the lips. "I love you." I jolted up from the bed covering myself with a blanket. He just blurted out those 3 words. "Shit. Don't freak out." He also got up from the bed but only on the edge. "Fuck Y/N! I fucking love you okay? Since the day we stole a weed from your dad." I couldn't help but cry. I straddled Colson's lap and kissed him hard. "You asshole." Colson kissed me again his hands on my waist. "Round 2?" The bastard grins wiggling his eyebrows. "I fucking love you asshole even though you're the worst."

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tayegi · 6 years

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Lu new rules is always worth the wait. I love it when the OC stood up to him. And Jungkook being whatever he’s trying to do is leaving us in suspense. But last the scene is perfect. I can picture that scene as if I was watching a drama. Especially when she say “it’ll be easy getting over you” and turn around VERY slowly. Gosh I just want to cry cause it’s beautifully written. JK probably scare that he’s not good enough for her?JEON JUNGKOOK you get on my nerves but I still love him.

jjiritjjiritgirl said:ohmygod the new chapter for new rules is so good ohmygod like i had to pause a lot when oc was calling jungkook out for being a coward. i wasnt the one going off but DAMN that felt good.

luxinfired said:OH SHIT I JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT THE NR UPDATE KXJABGZGQGHS Girl your writing is the best thing in the world! I love OC, she showed us her vulnerable side but then she goes and confronts Jungkook like that! That last scene was amazing, you tell them girl! Also I loved the conversation with Yoongi, I'm glad she was able to empathize with him immediately. I really want Yerin and him to find their own happiness, they deserve it~ Thank you for this wonderful piece of writing 💜

Anonymous said:jungkook a whole ass idiot

Anonymous said:Hi Lu!! U probably ddnt receive my ask from last time as well so Im writing this again! Well I just want to tell you that NR.11 WAS FUCKING AMAZING AND I'M SO SATISFIED WITH IT AND I CRIED! at first I expected OC to just yell at JK for his reaction when she confessed, thn have him tell her his story BUT SHIT SEEM SO DEEP HOLY SHIT! I feel so bad for oc and for the fact that she felt the need to say sorry? Thats kinda fucked up but I believe that's bc she was pretty shocked by his reaction[1–❄️🐰

Anonymous said:Also maybe I'm not the only one hatin' on JK, but damn boi better have a GOOD excuse to why the fuck is he being a pain in the ass, I mean.. I don't wanna judge him for his choices, but thats exactly what I wanna do BYE/ but like im pretty sure that he's been acting like a jerk to 'help OC get rid of her cancerous feelings' cuz I dnt think that he sees HER as a prob-in fact, he actually rly likes her- but he just cnt seem to accept her feelings that's so absurd.. [2—❄️🐰

Anonymous said:Like he was so happy to see her when he was with his team but once he remembered that he was supposed to ignore her he acted like he ddnt want to see her. And I really dnt know which part was he so embarrassed about when she came in calling him out in his own frat; was it bc she exposed his whipped ass in front of his we-dnt-do-feelings™ buddies? Or was it bc of sth else AMMA FUCKING SNAP! [3—❄️🐰

Anonymous said:And I really think that when OC told him that it's gonna be so easy to get over him now that he showed his true colors, like, I really think that it was a slap to his face. Cuz deep down, I dnt think he wants her to get over him and I know that shit will go down from here when the entire frat is mocking OC's speech, JM will know abt it, MJ might hear from him too AND HOPEFULLY SHE CAN KICK THE BULLSHIT OUT OF JK ONCE MORE! gosh Lu thank u so much for this amazing fic💕 u make my days😭[4/4]—❄️🐰

Anonymous said:holy mother of god wOW emphasis on the OW NR11 !!! Lu my god, idk how you've gotten me to love getting stabbed in the heart like this but !!! :,( thank you so much for updating and incorporating toxic masculinity and gaslighting into this chapter, they're such important issues and i just wish OC didn't have to deal with their effects. idk how long you're planning on making NR, all i hope for is that someone will treat OC right by the end *side-eyes JK, whispers "get it together, fool"*

Anonymous said:Thank you so much for yet another amazing chapter of NR!! I love how you write with so much detail about the thoughts of the OC when jk rejects her. For me, it heightens the emotions of the story so much and i love that I can feel what the OC feels - the initial embarrassment, the sadness, the anger. I also loved how the OC confronted JK and didn’t just dismiss her own emotions, acknowledging that they’re just as valid as JKs. Thank!!! You!!! :)

Anonymous said:hi lu! just wanted to day i love nr and that i appreciate the messages that you put in your writing. especially with the latest chapter, i relate so much to what nr yoongi is going through, and seeing that was a wonderful reminder that im not alone in this situation and that when you reach out, people will support you. again, thank you so much for writing and sharing these stories with us and i hope that you yourself have an amazing group of people who support and love you 💚💜

Anonymous said:I feel like waste it on me fits as bg music to the situation JK and OC are in after her confession in NR lol.. but anyways, just finished reading the latest chapter and wow. So many emotions. I'm so glad OC finally confronted JK, i love her fiery personality! Your writing really has me immersed in my own little bubble as I put myself in OC's shoes. Looking forward to the rest when the time comes, i'm curious to find out JK's backstory. Great work, Lu! 💕

Anonymous said:Ahh I just finished the update and its so heart wrenching. The emotions were so raw and realistic. And as hard as it was to read the pain the OC had to go through, I'm excited that either way things are moving in a new direction. She can't keep suppressing her feelings forever. Admitting feelings can be so difficult but afterwards its so freeing knowing that you're not holding anything back and being honest with yourself. I'm looking forward to the growth this will bring all of the characters.

Anonymous said:I just caught up to new rules and wow as someone who experienced a heartbreak that I never want to go through again THAT SHIT HURTED I felt the emotions of the o/c yelling at jungkook out of frustration and anger highkey wish I could’ve confronted the person that I had a relationship with in that manner yk to get it out of the system I think that way the healing is a faster process because you aren’t having an internal dialogue of what you could’ve said etc wow thank you for writing new rules! x

Anonymous said:I love the new NR chapter! It definitely hit home when you described how the OC felt after she got rejected. I love the end in this chapter. I love the OC's confrontation. I wish I could be a woman on a mission like her too. Yoongi's character got me namshooketh btw. I love how you added the lgbtq aspect into this fic. Everything about it is so realistic. And I love the gaslighting part in her confrontation so much! This is such a beautifully written fanfic. 😭❤

bekzzz said:You know what I really appreciate about New Rules. Mijoo and the Readers friendship. I love how they stuck together after everything. I also love how the reader is trying to reclaim her self esteem. I think calling Jungkook out was amazing for her. Also, maybe for him it will help him figure out his own feelings. Love is okay, being romantic is okay. It doesn't diminish masculinity or make someone weak. Thanks for this amazing update! Till next time.

Anonymous said:holy moly, new rules was eventful. i felt so much secondhand embarrassment when she was *rejected* by jk, and really hated nr jk for how he reacted... and then when oc, yerin and mijoo were together, and she felt like she needed to be the strong one. i really fucking felt that. it felt like a punch to the gut. but oc’s comments to jk really got me, and i have so much respect for her, yet pity her at the same time... as well as jk. thank you for the amazing update!! 😘 ly babe

Anonymous said:Dear god my heart was pounding all throughout that chapter lmao. How the heck you gotta get me so involved my body freaks out whenever you update New Rules? For real tho I feel for Yoongi- I know what it's like to have people be ready to ridicule and drop you for something you can't change about yourself, so that got me real good. I do hope that JK and MC are able to work themselves out they are by far one of the most interesting pairings I've read about thus far (praying for a happy ending)

Anonymous said:HOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOD! I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS! Girl, you threw me for a loop. JK's reaction was pretty close to what I thought it would be, albeit more hostile which makes me so fucking curious like BABY WHO HURT YOU?!?!?! Yoongi turning Yerin down because he's gay just wow. I had zero inclination until the second he said it and the whole conversation was just gorgeous. And that final stomp into the frat house and speech were just glorious. Thank you my love

Anonymous said:first of all i want to thank you for the new chapter, it was such a surprise since you was so busy these past months so thank you for taking some time to write. now about the new chapter... my heart was beating so fucking fast the whole time, it’s amazing how well you’re able to express the feelings of the characters and make us all (well at least me) fell connected to the story. i’ve said this before, but the most amazing thing about nr (beside the plot & characters) is how relatable it is

Anonymous said:🎃(1) OH MY GOD YOU ARE SO CUTE AND AT SOME POINTS I AM not making any sense so be prepared 😥 💜💜 I hope I don't bore you /// Ok, here we go. ( /// means another scene or change of subject and --- means same scene but next line. Also I'll use the 🎃 emoji for Halloween's sake 😊) Damn that's gonna be so long 😥 oh well. /// Akakakakak first of all, great start! It lights up the heavy mood. And tbh who wouldn't get distracted from a half naked jk. 😏 ///

Anonymous said:🎃(2)Akskfhlskfajfkf I'm smiling. My heart is clenched tho. (I'm reading the kiss scene in the beginning) /// Why do I feel him saying I like you too won't be the way our oc means. My heart is confused. --- Fuck. --- Fuuuck... ///Ok, there's no way he would look at her with disgust. Come on giiirl. Don't fall for the lies our brain tells us. ---Ok, scratch that last. WHAT THE FUCK JEON JUNGKOOK. 😬 ----I wanna hug the oc and tell her that he is afraid and stupid for acting that way.

Anonymous said:🎃(3) That she is more than what she thinks. And like wtf he might be a star athlete and a stund but wtf about not being good enough?! Askfkddskkas. fuuck. //// You are not supposed to be fucking anything. Let it ouuut. They love you and it will help.--- Ok I get the point with it not being about you. (Ahahahahaha I'm on a roller coaster, sawrryyy) ---- Oh yaaaasss, I liiive for angry oc! You go guurl! ---- Well, if he is gay that would explain a lot. --

Anonymous said:🎃(4) ---"Trust me when I say that it would be entirely impossible with me" bruh. He is gay. --- Oh shit, he is gay...... 😶 ---- Now I'm sad. Ahahah and now I wanna hug him too . And I love the oc for being a good friend and I love that he reminds me of one of my closest friends being a tsundere.😢 /// Way to go yoongles, woop woop!! that sonofabiish. 🌚🌚---Wow when yoongi relaxed I realised I was holding my breath. Wtf ahahaha

Anonymous said:🎃(5) /// Aish. I'm getting angry at jk and angry at the oc for taking his bullshit and not being angry ahahah. ----- WHAT THE FUCK JEON KUNGKOOK WHY YOU BEING SO "TOUGH" AND "MANLY" YOU FUCKIN FUCKER 👿 (about him smiling at first and then being fake macho) ----- My eyes grew when you wrote she headed to jk frathouse 👀 --- I'm crossing my fingers for a buttkicking session, sth like mijoo did to the oc. Maybe a power point presentation of why he likes her too. Ahahah ---

Anonymous said:Ooo girl I am FIRED UP. You write so well that I can always fell the emotions OC feels. I was sad and hurt, shocked, and really mad. JK is such an asshole for making OC feel like her feelings weren't valid. He really does need to grow up. Good on OC for realizing that. And I don't know why he's putting up such a front when he's been such a good person thus far but BITCH IT BEST BE A GOOD REASON. So I'm assuming yerin has got the bad ending? Bc she doesn't know about yoongi being gay n shes hurt?

Anonymous said:(1/3🧟‍♂️) New Rules is probably my favorite non-published work that I’ve ever read and I really just want to thank you for being willing to share your writing with us! So, I feel like a lot went down in this chapter. I saw another anon say they thought Jk’s issues stemmed from a previous relationship. The girl probably made him feel like relationships in general are toxic, and as a result he’s completely unwilling to put himself in that kind of vulnerable position again? (1/3)

Anonymous said:(2/3🧟‍♂️) Similar to how the oc is feeling about being rejected, like she was stupid to let herself feel something for him, that’s why I think her barging in and calling him out in front of his friends got to him. (2/3)

Anonymous said:(3/3🧟‍♂️) All in all though, this chapter was really well written (like they all are lol) and I just wanted to take a moment to let you know how much I appreciate all the work you put into your writings bc they’ve really inspired me to educate myself on feminism and just a lot of things in general I’d never thought about before. Thanks again, Lu! I hope you have a wonderful week 💜💜 (3/3)

Anonymous said:wow lu, thank you for the newest nr update! my thoughts on my first reading: jungkook's reaction was shocking for the emotional side of me, not the logical side. I still feel for oc tho. yoongi being gay? didnt expect that & now I feel bad for assuming his sexuality, glad he talked to OC abt it bc it must have been hard to hold that secret. oc calling out jungkook? shes much braver than me, & I agree, jk's actions seem off. will reread & send reactions after, again thank you for writing/sharing!

There is literally nothing i love more than reading your thoughts and reactions!!! i have no idea how my writing will affect others, so to hear this is the most rewarding thing ever. thank you so much my lovely, passionate readers. You mean the world to me!!!

#new rules #new rules ch 11 #lanalanexpjm

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obsessedwithereri-nz · 5 years

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Stone Cold Chapter 3 (FULL)

Levi x Eren

Summary: Ever since Levi was a pre-teen, he knew he’d have to marry her, otherwise he’d have to answer to his abusive uncle which never turned out well for Levi’s wellbeing. But after meeting a certain singer at his favorite bar, he knew he was in deep, deep shit.

Warnings: None

Follow the #stonecoldfic to find previous chapters. Enjoy!

Reaching into the glove compartment, Levi grabs a small black remote to open the garage door. Where there is normally a pristine silver 2018 Tesla S, there is now only the junk she and Levi meant to donate when they weren’t fucking working.

“Shit.” Levi damns himself for being so stupid. Of course she took the damn car! How else was she supposed to get anywhere in this weather?

He presses the button again to close the door, pulls out his phone, and dials a number. With his right foot frantically tapping away, he tries not to scream into the atmosphere out of sheer desperation and impatience. He needed to be at that damn studio yesterday!

“Hello,” a feminine voice speaks through the phone.

“Thank g- yes, hello! I-”

“Thank you for calling Sina Taxi Service. Due to high demand, our current wait time is approximately thirty toforty minutes. Please hold the line an-”

“Oh, for,” Levi hangs up and throws his phone to the floor of his car, “FUUUCK!”

Feeling completely and utterly defeated, Levi leans back into his driver seat and plunges the palms of his hands into his eye sockets, silently begging them not to let the tears go. He tries to steady his breathing, only to fail.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck !” he repeatedly slams his hands against the steering wheel, and luckily doesn’t set off the airbag inside.

After a moment, Levi steps out of his car and slowly closes the car door, all without taking his eyes off the ground. He begins to solemnly drag himself back towards the house, until something stops him in his tracks. He looks up and smiles.

“No, fuck this.”

He spins around and starts to run.

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Driving down the street, Levi makes sure he’s as focused as physically possible on his driving because he’s well over the legal limit and should absolutely not be behind the wheel. Cruising along, he pulls up to a red light.

“Damn,” Levi remarks sarcastically, knowing this particular set of lights take forever to go green because he’s coming out of a quiet side street.

His phone disturbs the peaceful silence with an incoming call. He didn’t even need to check his phone to know who was calling, since it’s been the same person all night. Knowing he’s got some sweet talking to do, he figures he’ll get a head start, despite him wanting to put it off for as long as possible. That, and he knows better; Levi has enough drama in his life, he may as well be in Days Of Our Lives.

He reaches into his jacket pocket only for his fingers to graze a piece of paper, rather than his phone. Levi takes the piece of paper out to find a number written across it, along with the letters ‘EJ’. He stares at it, now more confused than before, before realizing his phone is still ringing.

“Oh, fuck.” He grabs his phone and answers just in time. “Heeeey, Petra.”

‘Really, Levi? That’s how you answer your girlfriend’s phone call?’ he thinks to himself.

“Levi! Are you okay? I’ve been worried about you!” Petra squeals through the phone.

“I’m fine. Look, I’m almost home.” A sigh sounds from the other side.

“Good, because I need to talk to you.” Great, because that’s exactly what Levi needs today, a ‘fun’ conversation with his girlfriend.

“Okay, I’m about fifteen minutes away.”

“Alright, I’ll see you soon.” With that, she hangs up. Levi goes to put his phone down when he realizes he’s still holding that little scrunched up piece of paper with the number on it. Deciding that’s a problem to be solved later, he puts it back into his suit pocket and continues to drive home as soberly as possible.

What would normally be a fifteen-minute drive turned out to be closer to thirty because Levi was definitely feeling the effects of three glasses of whiskey by this point, and his empty stomach really not helping the situation at hand. Thankfully, he didn’t rouse any suspicion the whole drive back. Probably thanks to the practice he’s had.

He pulls up into the driveway, turns the car off, and reluctantly steps out. Once inside the house, he calls out to Petra while placing his car keys on the designated hook and taking off his shoes by the front door.

“Petra?” Levi calls out again after not hearing a response. He walks down the short hallway in front of him that leads into the kitchen and living room areas, only to find the TV on and a small head covered in strawberry blonde hair just barely visible from the top of the couch.

He sighs when he sees freshly made spaghetti carbonara sitting in a bowl slowly getting cold, making it obvious that Petra had expected him home so they could have dinner together.

“I’m sorry I’m late, Pet.” Levi says, feeling a small hint of guilt after seeing her efforts go to waste over a dinner not shared. He makes his way over to her. “I grabbed a couple drinks after work and those damn fucking traffic lights were not my friends to-”

He stops mid-sentence to see Petra slouched over against the back of the couch, eyes closed, lips slightly apart and taking deep, rhythmic breaths. Yup, she’s asleep, and this isn’t the first time he’s come home to this sight either, and he always feels like an ass everytime he does. But does it stop him from doing it again? Apparently not.

Mondays are the longest and toughest day of the week for Levi and Petra. They start by waking up at 4:30 am to be out the door by 5:30, 6 am at the very latest. They’re both very meticulous with their morning routines so they absolutely need that full hour every morning. After a long commute into the Ral’s Furniture Inc. Headquarters, the couple have a two-hour meeting with Mr. and Mrs. Ral, one hour if they’re lucky, about all things bullshit.

So, suffice to say they’re both exhausted by the end of the day, both physically and mentally, yet somehow she still has enough energy to cook incredible meals. Levi will never understand her, but he’ll also never cease to be amazed by her.

“Petra?” Levi gently nudges her shoulder to wake her but to no prevail.

Levi won’t lie, he is tempted to go straight to the bedroom and have the whole bed to himself for once, but he definitely knows better. He knows if he isn’t the best and perfect partner, in both life and in business, he’ll be answering to only one person.

Levi shivers at the thought and goes to gingerly lift her up off the couch, one arm under her legs and the other supporting her back, while her head rests on his shoulder.

“Mmph.” Petra squirms in Levi’s arms for a moment before nuzzling into the crook of Levi’s neck with a small smile on her face.

Normally, that’d make any person’s heart flutter, seeing their loved one sleepily cuddle into them like that, but not him. Sure, Levi thinks she’s incredibly cute and an amazing human being, but he doesn’t love her that way. Not in the way that she loves him. He truly cares for her and only wants the best for her, and apparently he can give her that. Levi’s still waiting for the day for that to be proven true.

Careful not to wake the sleeping beauty, he makes his way back through the kitchen towards the front door, then up the stairs that leads to their master bedroom. Like he’s done this before, he uses his elbow to turn the bedroom light on then delicately lays her down on top of their illustrious bed.

Levi takes a moment to look at her as if searching for something but comes up empty-handed. He pinches his lips together into a tight line as he looks to the ground, before crossing to the other side of the room and removes his suit jacket, laying it perfectly over the Lazy Boy in the corner. Why Petra insisted on getting that thing is unbeknownst to Levi, it’s fucking hideous.

Checking she’s still sleeping, Levi decides to step out onto their balcony to have a quick smoke before bed, just like he always does. As soon as he grabs his cigarette packet, his mind flashes back to that obnoxious couple and… him.

Putting a cigarette between his lips, but not lighting it yet, he grabs the now very crumpled piece of paper with EJ’s number on it. Levi knows better than to call a random number written on a piece of paper that was shoved into his pocket without his knowledge while his girlfriend was inside sleeping… right?

He contemplates it for longer than he probably should have but decides on smoking instead. He’ll get into a lot less shit for that at the end of the day.

Finishing it off, he flicks the butt over the balcony then quietly goes back inside to find Petra having not moved an inch. He strips down to his boxer briefs and climbs into bed facing the strawberry blonde.

‘Why can’t I love you?’ Levi thinks to himself as he gingerly lifts his hand to brush a few stray hairs out of her face. ‘I’ve tried so hard to feel something for you, but I just can’t. Even when I think I want to kiss you, I end up only having wanted to want to kiss you. What I want more than anything is to be honest with you, but I can’t do that either. God, Petra, I want to tell you what’s going on so badly, you have no idea; but if I do, I’ll ruin everything.’ He gently leans his forehead against Petra’s.

‘And for that-’ he plants a long kiss on her forehead, then pulls back to examine her face, “-I am so sorry.” He speaks those last four words aloud, but just barely.

Like any other night, Levi has a very restless night with his insomnia taunting him. When he fell asleep, Levi’s not sure, but he awoke to the sound of dishes clattering together from downstairs. He opens his eyes, blinking a few times as his eyes adjust to the sunlight pouring in through the curtains, to find an empty bed.

He sits up and stretches his arms all the way up above his head before cracking his neck and back, sighing in satisfaction. When he stands up to put some pants on, he notices the clock on the wall. 7:09 am.

“Shit!” Levi screams as he races to put on a dark grey suit and a white button up that’s almost identical to the one he wore the day before. During the mess that is Levi trying to shove his one hour morning routine into less than 10 minutes, Petra bolts up the stairs and into the room.

“Levi, Levi, baby!” she calls out to him as he races past her with his bed head obviously untouched, shirt completely undone, and pants on, but unzipped. He spins around at the entrance to the ensuite to find a wide-eyed Petra.

“Wh-” Levi notices she’s still wearing her pajamas and cardigan from last night. “What are you doing? Why didn’t you wake me!? We should’ve been out the door half and hour ago!” He continues as he storms into the ensuite and begins to frantically brush his teeth.

“Hey, calm down,” she giggles.

“Why are you laughing? This isn’t funny!” His words muffled by the toothbrush and toothpaste now occupying his mouth.

“I’m sorry, it’s not funny. Um- I called my parents and told them we’re coming into the office late today.” Levi spits into the sink.

“Why the fuck would you do that?”

“Because we need to talk, Levi. Away from my parents.” He sighs.

“Look, if this is about what happened at the office yesterday, it-”

“It is, and don’t say ‘it’s nothing’, or ‘it’s fine’. Because it’s not, Levi, you and I both know that.”

Levi has completely stopped in his tracks now. Petra is usually the people pleaser, but when she gets like this, all assertive and confrontational, Levi knows it’s serious.

“They took it way too far yesterday. It was completely uncalled for, not to mention downright rude!”

“Okay, Petra, look,” he says calmly while walking over to Petra and takes her hands in his. “I’m used to it, okay? They’re just trying to prepare me to take over the company one day.”

“And that’s an excuse to call you a ‘bastard’? To say that maybe you would’ve been ‘raised right’ if your mother was still alive, or if your father didn’t abandon you and your mother?” She’s looking Levi dead in the eyes. He knows she’s not going to drop this. He breaks eye contact with her, lets go of her hands and walks to the other side of the room, running one hand through his ebony hair while his other rests on his hip.

Yeah, her parents were god awful people, but they had never said such awful things to him. Normally, they’d only mention how he got into too many fights as a kid and maybe it left him with brain damage, or how maybe they should be entrusting the company to somebody with a high school diploma. Never had they brought up his parents, but it’s not like he could do anything about their spiteful words. They were the CEOs of the damn place after all.

“I’m going to talk to them today.” He stops mid-step and turns to face Petra, but she stands her ground. “And before you say what I know you’re about to say-”

“Yeah, that you’re crazy and that you’re only going to make things worse?”

Levi watches as Petra’s jaw drops slightly.

“Make things worse? How can things possibly get any worse?” Her lower lip begins to quiver. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to watch the man you love get bullied and walked all over by your parents, your own flesh and blood, for doing absolutely nothing wrong? I’ve had enough! They’re burying you, Levi, I can tell!”

“Hey, hey.” He instantly takes her into his arms and holds her tight. “I’m alright. I’ve had to deal with hearing things like that my entire life.”

“You shouldn’t have had to. It’s not fair!” she exclaims into Levi’s shoulder as she returns the embrace. “They’re CEOs of a successful business, they can’t be going around saying things like that to people, much less you.”

“And I’m sorry you had to hear all that.” He pulls back, grabs her face in his hands and brushes his thumbs along her soft cheeks. “A VIP customer made a complaint on an order I placed and looked after. They had every right to be mad at me.”

Every single word coming out of Levi’s mouth was absolute bullshit, but he knows if he lets her stand up to her parents the way she’s standing up to him, she would actually be making the situation worse.

He’s learned that, whenever the Ral’s start verbally attacking him, all he needs to do is get through the onslaught somehow, and keep what he’s feeling inside until he’s alone when he can get all his feelings out physically, or drown them in alcohol. It’s not easy, but it’s a whole hell of a lot better than the alternative.

“What? How can you say that? They’re treating you like a machine.” She grabs his hands that still cup her face, and looks to the ground.

“Hey,” he says, trying to look her in those shining hazel eyes again. “Look at me,” which she does after taking a deep breath. After a moment, Levi leans in and kisses her- still not feeling a damn thing. “I’m okay, yeah? I love you for wanting to stick up for me, but I’ve got this handled.” He gives a small smile.

Damn, he’s gotten way too good at pretending.

“No, you don’t, Levi.” Petra moves her hands to around the back of his head and begins to run her fingers through where Levi’s hair meets his undercut, while Levi moves his hands down to rest on her hips. “Why can’t you let me help you?”

“Because that’s my job."

“You really are a stubborn asshole, you know that?” she says while smiling.

“So I’ve heard.” They share another gentle kiss before Petra breaks away.

“Right. I guess I’ll call my parents again and tell them we’ll be at the office in just over an hour then?”

Levi hums in response. As she grabs her phone out of her pocket, he turns to look in the mirror and grunts in disgust when he sees his still very rugged appearance, and begins to straighten himself out.

“Hey, Mom. Oh, yeah, everything’s fine.” Levi sees Petra turn to face him in the reflection of the mirror. When they make eye contact, he furrows his brows in confusion at the conflicted look on her face. “Well, actually, everything’s not fine.”

Levi spins around and looks at Petra with wide eyes and mouths ‘What are you doing?’ at her, but she continues.

“It’s Levi.”

He prepares to full on rugby tackle her if that’s what it takes to get her to stop talking.

“He woke up with the worst stomach bug. Yeah, fine one minute and now he can’t even get off of the bathroom floor.” She smiles towards him and winks, yet he stands there completely dumbfounded at what she’s saying. “No, I’m still coming in. I want to stay and look after him, but you know what he’s like, stubborn as always. Yeah, okay. I’ll see you soon. Love you, too. Bye.”

“What the hell, Petra?” Levi asks as soon as her thumb hits the hang-up button.

“I did that for you, okay? You deserve to have a day off all to yourself, especially after yesterday.”

“Bu-”

“Nope, no buts. Take advantage of this, alright?” She steps closer to Levi as she speaks. “And no work.” She pecks him on the lips, then walks into the walk-in wardrobe to get ready for work.

Levi’s left standing in the middle of their bedroom, speechless; annoyed yet thankful at Petra’s actions. He has a fuck ton of work to do, but could really use a day to himself. He heads downstairs and into the kitchen to make some coffee for both himself and Petra, not that he needed it since his fucking heart attack woke him up pretty good.

Not twenty minutes later, Petra pokes her head around the door frame into the kitchen and says goodbye. Levi gives her her coffee, kisses her goodbye and watches her leave him to think about what the fuck he’s going to do for the next nine hours.

He never has this dilemma; he’s always either working at the office, working from home, or drinking at the bar.

A memory springs to mind from the previous night. The number. EJ. His legs begin to carry him back upstairs before he’s even really made up his mind to whether he should call the number or not.

He finds his suit jacket, still draping over that stupid Lazy Boy, and digs into the right pocket. Levi hesitates for a moment as his fingers barely graze the paper.

His mind starts racing, ‘what ifs’ plaguing his mind. What if EJ is that singer? What if he asks to meet up? What if Petra finds out? What if he finds out…

That last thought instantly makes him crumple the paper in his fist, then throw it across the room, but the ‘what ifs’ don't stop there.

What if he just enjoyed talking to you? What if he wants to get to know you better? What if he liked the person he saw and wants to be his friend?

That word… friend… Levi doesn’t have many of those, nor has he ever had many of those, and damn would it be nice to have at least one he could be real with. However, he knows if he's ‘real’ with anyone, he’d be putting them in danger.

But just the thought of it pushes Levi over the edge and, before he knows it, he’s got the paper back in his hands, and his phone up to his ear.

“Hey there, stranger.”

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Sneak Peek: More CFR Crossfire Chapter Fifteen

So I had already posted something quick and rough, but I’m still not at the good parts and there is still angst and sad and fluff and I may need help transitioning into comedic fluff once they get the portal working so they can cross from 2003 World to 2012 World. I swear, I’ve had more people helping me with this single chapter than any work I’ve written. I just neeeed to get the two Splinters right! And that can’t happen until the Angst Hurt Comfort is out of the way. I’m making myself sad and impatient, you guys. Buuut I am also offering valuable treatment of seizures, so there is that?

Anyway. More scenes. This is already a long chapter. Probably not the last. Second to last. 2003 Leo needs to fanboy over the 2012 dojo tree. 2003 Rat Splinter needs to be in awe of 2012 Yoshi Splinter. So many things need to happen. Also, 2003 Mikey may or may not have had telepathic comfort sex with 2012 Mikey’s polyamorous girlfriend. I’m not telling. PS, in this universe, there is no Apriltello, although they are very best friends forever and maybe one day if April talks enough to Gaia, who is poly and has Donnie as a secondary, who knows.

“Good! Yeah!” Mike glanced around, still nervous for no reason he could place. Also, tired. And foggy. “Um. What’s…what’s going on? Is something wrong?”

Splinter touched his face, tilting his head. “Your eyes are strange. Are you feeling well, Michelangelo?”

Mike blinked. “Um. Just tired. Little Mikey said we could be tired when we came out of…”

“You had a seizure, Mikey,” Don’s voice drifted out from the lab. “Both of you. Didn’t you tell?”

Mike frowned. “No? Why? What’s it feel like?”

Donnie hurried out to him and grabbed his head, “Look me in the eye, okay? Follow my finger. Now I need you to--”

Confused, Mike played Don’s odd game of tests, and felt his hands begin to shake as Don pressed on them.

“Yup,” Donnie confirmed. “Lie down. Are you very tired? Foggy? Is it getting hard to form words?”

As Mike was gently pressed down to a couch by Leo, he found his sight blurring? “Yes, all of that. Don, what’s up with that?”

April moved to sit by his head. “Here’s the thing about epilepsy. Sometimes you won’t know a seizure has happened until after. So let’s say you stay still until you start feeling better.”

“When did you figure all that out?”

“I’m a researcher, Mikey, it’s what I do. Casey, get him some juice, please? And a cool damp washcloth.

Mike couldn’t understand the fuss, but his hands were still shaking and he wanted to sleep forever, so he let his family worry over him, and decided to mentally search for his counterpart after juice.

And then he remembered the other thing.

“Wait! Wait, I need to see--” And again, hands on his shoulders and “Don’t make me sit on you,” Leo warned gently. And there was a cup held to his mouth, and he drank slowly but his mind was racing through the fog and he wanted to burst into tears.

“Mikey,” and Leo ran his fingers along his cheek, “Mikey, hey, shh, it’s okay. You’re shaking, try to breathe. Deep breaths, little brother.”

And he couldn’t quit trembling but he needed to know because that thing was—

There was some sort of commotion.

“Wait, no, don’t let him hurt himself!”

“What do you think I’m trying to do? He keeps getting out of the bed!”

“Mikey, stop that, stop, Mikey, what, what is it? Why…Damn it, someone…”

“Fuuuck. I got this. C’mere, little brat…”

And while Leo and April were distracted, Mikey sat up a little, peering over Leo’s shoulder.

Little Donnie was half in and half out the lab door, full of gangly confusion, his diastema prominent in clenched teeth. “He keeps asking how your Mike is…”

“Flat on the couch,” Mike yowled, “and grumpy about it!”

“Let ‘im see for himself,” came Raph’s voice. A few seconds later, Mike blinked, as his bulky brother came into sight cradling the freckled child, who was staring owlishly around at everyone.

Mike remembered the thing now, reached out a hand and a thought just as Little Mikey did the same—

--and electricity crashed between them and they both shrieked. Raph cursed, gripping Little Mikey tighter, and Leo’s arms came crashing around Mike, pulling him back and up against the cushions. Mike let himself be held there. The shaking was starting to ease. Raph sat on the couch with Little Mikey on his lap, who uncurled, murmured something, and rubbed his face with one hand. Raph merely nodded and set him on the couch. Finally, they were touching. Little Mikey limply rested his head against Mike’s bicep and grunted.

Mike just nodded at him. “You remember?”

Little Mikey grinned weakly. “Duh, yeah. Gaia and April might have to modify for the other side. Oh, and it wasn’t a memory.”

“Felt like a memory.” Mike rubbed his face with both hands, and the flashes came back behind his eyes, the sense of doubling, of everyone being everywhere at once, two Splinters laughing together, two huge trees superimposed spiraling out of a dojo toward an impossible sky.

“Future, man,” Little Mikey said, and he dropped his hands and stared. “Wait, really? We saw the future?”

And Little Mikey burst into shaky laughter, eyes feverishly bright, legs kicking, and Little Leo came to hold him in a mirror pose until both Mikes were leaned against their Leos in exhaustion.

“That’s so cute, it’s so new to you. Dude, I could get used to this. Man, can we stay longer? I need to teach this guy some things.”

Little Leo frowned. “I thought you told us you can do that across dimensions, in the white place.”

Mike and his brothers, Splinter, and April exchanged glances.

“Oh, I can. It takes more energy, but I can. It’s just…guys, this is so fun I wanna do this like forever.”

And Mike found himself gleeful, but his smile faded when he saw the sad solemnity in the eyes of the kids.

“But…?” April prodded.

“I…” Little Donnie bit his lip. “I don’t like how this trans-dimensional energy is interacting with Mikey’s psionics, it’s putting him off-kilter. I’m worried he’ll hurt himself if we stay too long.”

Little Mikey flopped with feline grace to peer at Little Donnie over the back of the couch. “Yeah, but how long, Dee? A week? A month? Come oonn, I might get…what is the word, acclimated.”

Little Leo was stroking his head. “Mikey, it’s not our world.”

And there was a sudden build-up, a burst of foggy energy, and Mike sensed the most powerful shields ever constructed crumble a little.

“I’m not our world!” Little Mikey cried out. “I’m not any world. The world that grew in my brain is gone. I’m all that’s left. I’m all by myself in here…” And he pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead, “and it gets dark and hollow, and Neural is no help because he keeps maintaining, and I can’t keep talking to myself, and nobody understands and maybe I need something…something…s-s-s-some…”

“Oh gods and kami, Mikey, no, no…” and Leo was rocking him like a child, eyes wide and afraid and I don’t know what to do and his entire body was tense, and then Little Raph was there, smooshed against them on the couch, arms wrapping around older and younger, cheek pressed against Little Mikey’s cheek.

Little Donnie was crouched closely, a device in his hands, Mike recognized it as an Utrom scanner for vital signs and brain activity. He was holding Little Mikey’s free hand, tight tight tight, and an unspoken force passed between them, tears in Little Donnie’s eyes, and Little Mikey’s I’m so sorry, I’m sorry loud enough for everyone to hear.

Leo was hugging him from behind, nuzzling his jaw and breathing those very deep meditative exercises. “Mikey, bro, talk to me. I’m here.”

“I’m scared,” Mike whispered. “I don’t wanna be sick and disabled. I wanna handle myself. But if that’s the side effects of having superpowers, I’ll take it. Just…promise you’ll stay. You have to stay, all of you.”

Another hug, a soft intake of shuddering breath, and Leo’s voice was music. “You’re never alone. You are my brother, my clansman, one of my best friends in the universe.” He took a breath and Mike felt him smile. “In this life, we only have each other. If one of us goes down, we all go down.”

Mikey finally grinned. “I remember. You got me through that grudge match.”

“And I will get you through everything else, my brother.”

That was good enough.

And then there was another hand, another arm, another embrace, and Donatello was gazing at him with wide desperate eyes. “I still have nightmares,” his engineer brother gasped. “And I know that future can never be ours. So I feel all right.”

Mike smiled tearfully. “Don’t disappear on us, Donnie, and everything will be awesome…”

And Don pressed his face to Mike’s neck, releasing a sob. “Never letting go.”

A thud, a familiar grunt, and a familiar hand on the top of Mike’s head. “In this together,” Raph said. “All or none.”

And Mikey finally let his sobbing laugh bubble up, and it was a good release, two sets of brothers comforting each other, and not far away, two humans and a sensei witnessing.

And Mikey recalled two Splinters laughing over cups of tea in a different kitchen, and he knew family was family.

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