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[rhina988]

Indecent Proposal - Chapter 27

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Chapter 26

Jared's POV

"Did you catch up with her," I ran to Shannon when I saw him entering the house.

"Yeah. She doesn't want to see you anymore, bro. You really messed up this time," Shannon replied and my heart sank.

I was devastated. Furious. Broken. Everything that Melody was probably feeling at the same time. But that wasn't going to end like that. I had to find that bastard and give him a piece of my mind.

"I may have messed up, but this isn't over. That punk is going to get what he deserves," I was determined to get my revenge and try to fix this unfortunate situation with my Melody. I couldn't let her think I was playing with her when she means everything to me.

"What do you mean," Shannon was confused.

"I'm going back to New York and I'm taking matters into my own hands."

Melody's POV

"Hey, do you think I could stay with you for a few days," I called Jamie on my aimless walk. He was the only person who could understand and be there for me without judging me.

Jamie on the phone " Over here? Why? What happened, are you okay? "

"I don't really know. All I do know is that I need a friend right now."

"Of course. You know you're always welcome here. But just so you know, Karen is here too," Jamie said.

"I know. That makes the situation a bit more difficult but I can't be alone right now and I don't have anywhere else to go," Karen was the one I feared the most. She disapproved of this relationship since I told her about it and now I'm going to face the 'I told you so' I really don't want to hear.

"We'll be waiting for you."

"Thanks. I'll see you in a bit."

Knock, knock...

"Hello there Mrs. Leto," Jamie said with the silliest grin on his face.

"Ha ha, very funny," I replied.

"That's not a face of a newlywed woman," Jamie noticed that I wasn't feeling my best.

"You have no idea," I replied throwing myself into his arms. I missed that hug ever since he was chained to the bed due to his illness.

"Whoa. That's not good," Jamie wrapped his arms around me tightly and felt my sobs starting to intensify. "What on Earth happened? Are you hurt? Where's Jared?"

"I'll need a drink first," I said wiping the tears off my face.

"Why are you crying, sweetie? What did that jerk do now," Karen asked as she handed me a glass of gin.

"He proved to be the bastard you always warned me he would be," I answered and sipped.

"Who's the slut", Jamie asked.

"Oh God, Jamie. It's nothing like that. It's far worse, actually," I answered and stood up to walk my anger away.

I started telling them all about the things that happened to me ever since Jared and I tied the knot, and each event became more unbelievable as the words rolled down my tongue. I couldn't tell if Jamie or Karen was more baffled. I could tell that on some level Karen wanted to give Jared the benefit of the doubt, but after this, Karen would never be able to forgive him. She has always been overprotective of me. Sometimes more than she was of Jamie. Maybe because I was a girl and maybe because I was all alone without my parents. Either way, she would never allow anyone to hurt me without paying for it.

"You're not going back to him, are you," Karen asked after I was done with the story.

"I was hoping I could stay here for a few days. Jared doesn't know where Jamie lives, and the last thing I need is for him to stalk me at home".

"Of course. You'll take the guest bedroom and I'll be home now. You and Jamie have a lot to catch up on, and he doesn't need both of us to babysit him". Karen joked as she winked at Jamie.

"Ha-ha, very funny, mother. I didn't need you to babysit me anyway, but some people ar just impossible to kick out". Jamie went along with his humour.

"I promise I'll stay only for a couple of days until I can figure out how to grab all my stuff without being noticed".

"Don't worry, Melody. You know you can stay here for as long as you need to. But you do know you won't be able to run away from him for long. You are married, after all", Jamie said.

"I was never the one to run away from problems and I'm not about to start doing that now. I just need some time to think. Plus, this whole fake marriage situation suddenly went out of control and it's going to be even more difficult to get out of it. Why did I have to be so stupid to fall in love?"

"The heart wants what it wants, right", Jamie said.

"I wish we could fall in love with our brains. What good is it to follow your heart if it's only going to end up broken in the end?"

My phone kept buzzing ever since I had left Jared's house. Text after text, call after call. Jared was ever so persistent to reach me. Little did he know I was the queen of ignoring. I turned my phone off and went to bed. The entire night was filled with flashbacks of my and Jared's relationship. From the first time we met to all the differences we've had in between to the moment when he proposed this ridiculous arrangement, the proposal itself, marriage and honeymoon to this day here. I have given everything to that man. He has taken my purest feelings, my body, my soul, all of my love.

The next morning I woke up at the crack of dawn. It's safe to say I didn't catch even a wink of sleep and I just wanted the previous day to be over. Waking up in Jamie's home brought back so many memories but quickly brought me back to reality. I need to figure out what I need to do about Jared and our marriage. Do I give him a chance to explain himself? Or should I take the less forgiving way and get my revenge? Who should I listen to this time, my heart or my brain? Love vs reason - the neverending battle that has brought misery to so many lovers.

Chapter 28 coming soon

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[suhmayzooka]

Sano trio for the ask game please?? 👀✨

YAYY!!! my boys<3<3<3

rin:

1: sexuality headcanon gay gay homosexual gay gay. also, i learned about what transgender was due to some trans rin headcanons/fanfics/meta i read during the height of the fandom, so trans man rin is also something that's been in the back of my mind 2: otp sourin >>>>> permanently changed my brain chemistry and ideal of relationship; rinrei is so much funnn i swear; and ofc sano trio as a whole!! 3: brotp rin & haru--while i don't think of them romantically, their relationship is the cornerstone of the whole story and i love how they're always pushing each other to go further rin & nagisa--such an underrated relationship but in the original book rin teaches nagisa to swim and nagisa from then on really looked up to rin as an older mentor. i love them because they're so unexpected as a friendship, but they really have a deep bond that i wish was more present in the show (besides a few "rin-rin!") rin & makoto--SUCH an important relationship for both of them!!!!! they're the real complements of each other, i think, rin is fiery and passionate and sharp and makoto is grounded and doting and UGHHHH 4: notp when i was younger i'd say rin x haru, less due to the actual relationship and more due to the way SOME fans treated me at the tender age of like 13.... i don't dislike them enough to say they're my notp, but i guess yeah, they're my notp 5: first headcanon that pops into my head he's a thirty seconds to mars stan (bc of that one shirt he wore that looked like the 30stm triangle...) fuck jared leto and everything but i think rin learned english partially through music. he's also a swiftie 6: favorite line from this character oh god.... "PERFECT BODY" 7: one way in which I relate to this character every way he's my blorbo whom i project onto ever since i was in middle school . um. who said that i think i really connected to both his emotional crybaby ways (i cry at conflict), his hopeless romantic nature, and his insecurities, feeling like you're meant to do something but you hit a wall and just.,. can't. 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character his fashion.......i'm sorry but........ i cannot defend you ....... 9. cinnamon roll or problematic fave? LOL depends on who you ask! he's a cinnamon roll who looks like he can kill you

sousuke:

1: sexuality headcanon: also gay but at the same time, i don't think he really cares much for romance outside of his immediate partner, you know? so i guess somewhere on the demi spectrum 2: otp sourin, again, and soukisu, and basically the whole sano trio. oooh special mentions to soumako and souharu, for no real canon reason aside from them having some really good fan artists and writers 3: brotp sousuke & nitori & momo; he's a good mentor to them, and they have so much respect for him (while knowing how to have fun). sousuke & gou--after rin left for australia, i imagine him and gou spending more time together. bonding over rin lol there was that scene where he gave her his jacket during the water gun fight that always gets me 4: notp hmm. don't really have one? maybe sousuke x gou? i really can't think of him viewing her as anything other than his sister 5: first headcanon that pops into my head that he likes opera, and this is ENTIRELY due to an old fic @testosterogna wrote that i read back in my youth and i SOMEHOW actually forgot i read it in a fic and thought it was canon. 6: favorite line from this character "because i knew you would cry" (ಥ﹏ಥ) 7: one way in which I relate to this character we're both stoic and monotone and come across as aloof/cold. he probably has a touch of the 'tism like haruka does. oh and i'm terrible at directions kajsdhaskljdh 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character when he found haru and backed him into the wall like "don't u DARE hurt my man again >:(" and haru was like :| you dUMBASS WHY DID YOU HIDE YOUR STUPID INJURY ??? DO NOT DESTROY YOUR CAREER FOR LOVE!!!! IDIOT (ಥ﹏ಥ) 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? looks like he could kill you, doesn't care enough to try

kisumi

1: sexuality headcanon this is one i'm actually 10000% assured of, unlike the other two above where i was just like 'yeah probably' this is something i actually dedicated a LOT of time to thinking about and even starting a fic years ago: he's asexual. i don't remember WHAT i read all those years ago, but i found some asexual kismui hcs and it just clicked. i can't imagine him any other way. i think he's also demi or grayromantic; his 'relationships' are closer to QPR than, i suppose, traditional 'romance.' he's sex-favorable to neutral, but it's not something he really craves and he doesn't feel sexual attraction. he's still a massive flirt and a gossip and loves to know about/mess with his friends' love lives 2: otp sano trio!!! asakisu too, and hiyokisu could be fun. 3: brotp kisumi & makoto. "JOIN THE BASKETBALL CLUB!!!!!!" 4: notp kisumi x most people 5: first headcanon that pops into my head well, the first one is that he's ace, the second is that he's a plant lover, which is less headcanon than it is me extrapolating from some official art 6: favorite line from this character probably everything he says to haru. OHH and when he casually is like "oooh sousuke didn't tell you about his super plot-relevant secret? oooh too bad. anyway i'm out!" 7: one way in which I relate to this character me having ace kisumi was 100% me projecting when i was younger and ID as asexual, but i relate to the love/protectiveness he feels over his younger brother 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character the way he tried to get everyone to join his basketball team </3 baby you're in the wrong anime you missed the casting calls for kuroko i'm sorry 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? sinnamon roll :3

character ask game

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[ao3feed-sambucky]

A Fan's Retelling of the Walcon and the Finter Soldier

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/40587945

by aardvark_french, aeiodeehrt

This work is dedicated to the fans of “The Walcon and the Finter Soldier” series. This fic would literally have been impossible to write without you. Thank you!

Words: 2553, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of The Walcon and the Finter Soldier

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Morbius (2021), Spider-Man (Movies - Raimi), Howard the Duck (1986), Captain Marvel (2019), Ms. Marvel (TV 2022), Marvel

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Christina Raynor, Howard the Duck (Marvel), Peter Parker, Peter Quill, Milo, Michael Morbius, Carol Danvers, Kamala Khan, Bruno Carrelli

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, Milo/Peter Parker, Howard the Duck/Beverly Switzler

Additional Tags: Episode: s01e02 The Star-Spangled Man, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Action, Romance, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Dancing, MCU Spoilers, everyone is a BAMF, Big Bully Dance Off, Twilight References, Song references, Bully Maguire References, tw: chris pratt, tw: jared leto, Graphic Depictions of Sloths, Temporary Minor Character Death, The Author Regrets Nothing, The Author Regerts Everything, Pizza, Communism, Cat Owner Natasha Romanov, i don't actually know how to tag sorry, Episode: s01e01 Generation Why (Ms. Marvel TV 2022), Mentioned Karli Morganthau, avengercon, Sloth Baby Productions, Friends to Lovers, Staring

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[astranva]

But like, no one is fucking perfect, that’s the thing. Nova will never win with you guys. I bet y’all can’t name 5 celebrities that hasn’t done anything wrong in their entire career. And it the end of the day, it is still fan fiction we are talking about, these things will never happen. So instead of finding problems and making it worse for everyone, let’s just enjoy and have a good time without bringing problems up. also it’s not like nova is using Kanye west, Jared Leto, or woody Allen. It’s Henry cavill, a man people have been thirsting on for years and still are to this day. He is hot and we dig that.

just to clarify, the last one was very respectful and i feel perfectly okay so i hope no one attacks them :)

thank you for giving me the benefit of the doubt when it comes to these things. it’s so important to me that you guys always label me as just another fanfic writer on tumblr. as much as it flatters me that some of you feel things from my fics, my work isn’t as significant as you think it is and it doesn’t have an impact like that. that’s not me bringing myself down, just stating the obvious.

thank you ily :) 💖

[heavenlydreamerblog]

Chapter 59: Friends Reunited

"Close your eyes! We've got a surprise for you!"

The noise in the studio had died away to a whisper and Catherine screwed her eyes shut wondering what the hell her students were up to. She heard a door open and close and a little murmur pass through the class before someone counted: one, two, three ... and she opened her eyes.

A chorus of happy birthdays rang out around the room and Champagne corks popped. Catherine smiled and acknowledged her class with a grin and an outstretched hand.

"This is so sweet. Thank you," she said accepting a glass and toasting the students who were gathering round her and talking over each other as they competed for her attention.

KEEP READING

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Wonderland - Chapter 14

I’m not sure how I am doing this, but I’m literally working on 4 different stories simultaneously. I hope it isn’t confusing for any of you reading more than one of mine at a time. I’m going to try to figure out how to create a link at the top that has each one and a master list attached. Hopefully that will help both you and I. Anyway... (also the tags weren’t working for some... I don’t know why.)

"I love you. My sweet, funny, adorable Ali." Jared said out of nowhere.

I bolted right up. I was shocked, which goes without saying. Do I say it back? Can I say it back? I couldn't ignore it. It was plain as day that he said it. My reaction clearly evident that I heard it too. I stared at him incredulously. I lost all motor function skills. I just sat there looking bewildered.

"Ali, it's true. I'm madly, deeply, head over heels in love with you. You don't have to say it back, in fact I don't want you to say it back unless you mean it. But this feeling in my heart, body, and soul is undeniable. I've only ever felt the same way about five people before. I know what this is. And I'm sorry if it scares you or if it's a terrifying prospect, but I'm not going to hide anything from you. I promised that to you the night you found out about Jamie and I lying to you. I promised honesty, and here it is." Jared spoke from the heart.

"Jared, are you absolutely sure you love me, are IN love with me?

"Without a shred of a doubt. You are the last person I ever plan on feeling this way about. I'm prepared to love you as long as you let me and even beyond that. I'm going to love you whether you want me to or not."

I snatched him into my arms, hugging him with all my might. He was beyond anything I could ever have imagined. He was my everything.

"I love you, Jared Joseph Leto. I have loved you from the minute I first watched an interview with you years ago. I knew I loved you. I knew I was in love with you. I don't know how, but it was true. I haven't stopped loving you and being under your spell ever. Even when I was mad at you, I couldn't not still love you. You have been the answers to all my prayers. Thank you for giving me a chance! I love you, I love you, I freaking love you, Leto!" I showered him with kisses to his forehead, temples, cheeks, and settling on his mouth. He laughed. When I stopped, he pulled away to look at me. We sat there staring into each other's eyes for what felt like every bit of five minutes. Neither of us saying a word. Just drinking each other in.

I finally broke the silence and said, "so what now, sir?" He lightly moaned at the word sir. He studied me a few moments longer then ordered me to undress. I did exactly as I was told and grabbed the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head. My breasts bounced and my nipples were instantly hard. He watched my every move, not saying a word. I slowly pulled off my pajama bottoms under the bedding. He grabbed the sheets and bedspread and tossed them completely off the bed. I was completely exposed and my natural instinct was to try to hide myself. He was having none of that, pulling my arms from my body.

Still not saying a word, he positioned me the way he wanted me. I was laying flat on my back. He had my arms raised above my head and my legs spread eagle. I was uncomfortable being this bare and on display, but I didn't dare move. He got up and rummaged through his suitcase, pulling out a tie. I wasn't expecting him to have one.

"Oh little Ali, I'm so glad I brought this. I'm going to tie your wrists. They are to remain above your head. Your legs can't be restrained to anything so they will stay open like this okay?"

I nodded.

"You're going to have to tell me this is okay. I need words. Are you alright with this?"

"Yes." I breathed out heavily.

“Ali, this is just a small sliver of a taste of what it means to play, we won't even need a safe word. Do you trust me to worship you the way you deserve?"

"With all my heart."

He smiled wide.  He delicately wrapped the tie around my wrists and pulled it into a knot.  Then he started caressing my face, giving me a gentle kiss on my forehead.  I started to shiver from the lack of clothing and blankets.  He walked over to the thermostat and turned the heat up.

I watched him like a hawk, curious as to what he had in store for me.  When he turned around he said, "I think I want you blindfolded.  It'll make this so much more pleasurable."

"No, Jared.  I can't do that."

"No?"

"I'm not ready." I admitted.

"Okay, I'm not going to push you into anything, so I've got a better idea.  You're not to cum tonight unless I tell you that you can.  If you do, I will take you over my knee and spank you."

I gulped and sucked in too much air and started coughing.  He came back to the bed.  "Ali, you said you trust me.  Work with me here.  If I need to punish you, it will be for good reason.  Withholding an orgasm is an intense experience.  If you do as I say, you will have the most gratifying night of your life."

"I'll try.  But I'm not sure about the spanking part."

"Then I guess you'll have to try really hard then."

He climbed onto the bed straddling my waist.  His hands were expertly moving down my arms to my chest.  He pinched both nipples simultaneously sending a shockwave through my body.  "So sensitive." He muttered.  He started tracing little circles faintly on my stomach and the sensation caused my whole body to tingle.  He was moving at a snails pace and I was enjoying every second of it.  He moved down to the edge of the bed and bent my knees just enough to get a good view of my glistening slit. 

"You are so beautiful."  He said as he ran his hands up and down the inside of my thighs, again barely touching and sending jolts directly to my core.  Without warning he ran his finger between my folds and began rubbing my clit.  The contact making me almost close my legs.

"Stay put."

I regained control rather fast and stayed in the moment, enjoying his delightful assault on my tender bud.  Jared was beyond sexy and just looking at him do this was going to send me over the edge.  I closed my eyes.  The irony not lost on me since I didn't want to be blindfolded.  Not watching him, did indeed make it that much more alluring.

He deftly slid a finger inside and began slowly fucking me.  I arched my back and felt a slow build inside of me.  He slowed his movements down, helping me escape an impending orgasm.  He broke contact and I ached not having his touch.  Still not looking, I hadn't realized that he had completely shifted himself.

If it weren't for the beard, I wouldn't have had any inclination of what's to come.  But I knew his mouth was inches from my sex.  He blew a faint breath and then I felt his tongue licking my juices up.

"Mmm Jared, I need you inside me."

"Patience, sweet Ali."

He brushed his lips over my clit, kissing me and then sucking.  I was being driven to the brink only to have him stop, again and again.  This was pure torture.

He slid two fingers into my hole and pumped them in and out, all the while, sucking and nibbling on my clit.  I was so close, I began to tense.

"Don't you dare."

I was trying to reign it in.  I wanted to follow his rules, but I didn't know how.  I started crying.  He stopped.

"Open your eyes Baby."

I opened them and he was hovering over me.  "I'm sorry, you aren't ready.  We need to work on your control.  Just relax."

He pulled his pants off and I saw him stroke himself a few times then he glided into me.  He filled me slowly and completely.  Sliding in and out softly and taking his time.  I wrapped my legs around him and urged him to move faster, but he wasn't in any rush.  I knew I was close and I was still unsure if I was allowed to cum.  He answered my unspoken question.  "Let go baby."  I tensed up and then exploded around his throbbing cock inside me.  "That's it baby.  I love you.  You're perfect." 

Jared continued pushing in and out agonizingly slow.  He wasn't ready for his release and was just basking in the moment.  He nuzzled my neck and kissed everywhere his mouth could reach.  I wanted badly to run my fingers through his hair, but couldn't due to the restraints.  He reached up and tugged the tie off my wrists, reading my mind as he always does.  I took the opportunity to run my hands down to his ass and squeeze, then bringing them up and fisting them in his long hair. 

He rocked his hips back and forth more intense each time and was finally giving in.  "I need you to cum again babe."  He was erratic in his actions.  He shifted his angle which hit my g spot perfectly.  I came undone and he followed behind immediately.

We laid there entwined with each other.  Neither of us wanting to break contact.  I knew we couldn't stay like that long, so I relished in it. The way he held me, told me he really did love me.

We were both spent and neither of us had any energy other than to break the connection and roll into each other's arms.  He reached over and turned the forgotten TV off.  Followed by the lights on the nightstand.  It was completely dark but I could see his outline.  I traced my fingers on his handsome face and couldn't stop thinking about how lucky I was.

"Ali, I wanted you to have an amazing experience tonight and I'm sorry it didn't work out."

"Oh, but it did Leto.  It was pure bliss.  Thank you."

“My job is to make you feel special and cared for. If ever I don’t, you will have to speak up and tell me. Deal?”

I found his hand and grabbed hold, shaking it. “Deal. And if I ever do anything that upsets you, no matter what it is. You have to tell me. Communication is the key to a relationship. No secrets, and we talk everything through, right?”

He shook my hand back and said, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

I thought back to the earlier conversation and was intrigued by what he had confessed. I needed to know all aspects of him. The good, the bad, and the ugly. We were truly still in the business of getting to know each other. As open as his life is because of him being famous, there’s still the private things that people don’t know. “Hey Leto, wanna play twenty questions?”

It was dead silence, then a chuckle. “Let’s make it even more interesting... let’s play truth or dare.”

This could and would be fun, so naturally I was up for it. “Sure.”

“Alright Ali, you have a question, so you go first.”

“Okay... truth or dare, Jared.”

“Dare.” I made a sound of shock and then reached for a pillow, hitting him with it.

“Okay, Okay... truth.”

“That’s better, so earlier you said you’ve only ever loved five people before. Who were they?”

He let out a breath and then answered with no hesitation. “My mom, my brother, my grandparents, and an ex girlfriend.”

I knew who the ex was but I wanted him to say it. I didn’t know if he still had feelings for her and I know she was married and many years had moved them beyond that point in their lives. Still he needed to say it and it would never be brought up again. “Cameron?”

“Yes. Okay my turn. Truth or dare?”

“You choose.”

“Okay, truth. Other than a Mars show, what was the last concert you went to?”

“Oh that’s too easy... but I’ll answer anyway. It was AC/DC.”

“Ali, you are just too fucking cute.”

We played the game for about 15 minutes not once choosing dare. The questions were lighthearted and fun, nothing too serious as we were both really sleepy and more so just wanting to hear each other’s voices. Then we both fell asleep.

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[elisabethjoye]

One Shot

Ok. So. I wrote this just now on my phone. So excuse the fact it’s not perfect.

“I know. I’ll take have them take care of it. But you have to hold up you’re end of deal too, you know, bro? Nothing is free.”

He was on the phone. Because of course he was.

My eyes blinked open. I felt the sunlight hit my skin. My face was buried in a pile of cozy white pillows but the bedsheets were on the floor.

I glanced around me and noticed he’d draped his cashmere striped scarf over my waist up to my neck. My bare ass and legs were still prominently displayed.

I looked over my shoulder at him at the desk. He had his feet up on the table and he was deep in conversation.

Once he saw I was awake he winked and gave me a thumbs up sign. I rolled my eyes.

“Thanks for the blanket, Jared,” I said, my voice muffled in the pillows.

He pulled the phone away and covered it up. “Well I didn’t want to ruin my view.”

I threw the scarf off and sighed loudly, stretching my arms out across the tiny bed European-hotel sized bed. It squeaked.

“I missed you,” I told him, looking him right in the eyes.

“I know,” he said, smirking and then turning away quickly. He was back to his phone call.

I wanted his attention. His undivided attention. But it didn’t matter to him that he had a naked girl in his bed. He knew I wasn’t going anywhere. That had always been our arrangement.

He had texted me last night after months of silence and said he noticed from my instagram that I was in London. Next thing I knew I was in his hotel room. We barely said hi before he had my clothes off.

I didn’t mean to fall asleep but everything always felt so perfect with him. Every time he called it was like he swept me into another world where I didn’t have to do anything but just be there, in the moment, no rules or responsibilities, just his face, his eyes, his sweat against my skin. I could just disappear when he was around, slip under his covers and hide from the whole world with him.

If only he’d get off the damn phone.

“Jared,” I whispered to him, his back to me, his hair clipped in a mess on top of his head. “I’m starving. I’m gonna walk downstairs.” I stood up and pulled the white sheets from the floor to cover my body.

He put his feet on the floor, swung around his chair and shook his finger at me, his face blank. In the tiny space he pulled me to him so I was standing above him. Then he yanked at the sheet and I was on my knees.

I had his attention now. But he was still on the phone.

“Yeah, I know, I read that already,” he said, putting the phone on speaker and setting it down on the glass table next to us.

The guy on the other end sounded like he was in a tunnel and it was impossible for me to hear him properly with Jared’s knees on either side of my head. I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me and moved closer to him, burying my face in his T-shirt and laughing against him.

He was already fully hard and ready to go.

He kept talking as he pulled off his shirt and pulled down his grey sweatpants just enough that his dick could escape. He did this so casually like it was nothing to him. Like he got blowjobs on the phone every day. He kind of laid his head back and closed his eyes and lowered himself in the chair as I did what I came here for.

All the thoughts of him flashed through my mind as my mouth moved over him, taking him in as fully as I could without gagging, moving slow because I already knew that’s what he liked. I thought about how after today I probably wouldn’t see him again for months. And who else was he with when he wasn’t calling me? And why when I was with him did it feel so safe and comfortable when he was the opposite of safe and comforting. I should have wanted to run from him and his beautiful, stupidly perfect face. But in the moment with him, this all seemed exactly where I was supposed to be. Even if to an outsider I looked like a groupie whore.

If only I could figure out how to keep him - for more than just a night or two at a time.

His breathing got faster and I could tell he was having a hard time keeping it together on the phone.

“Okay, man, I gotta go,” he said suddenly, his voice rising higher. “I’ll have my assistant work on this later.”

The call disconnected and he pulled on my shoulders. I released him from in between my lips and climbed onto his last, the sheet still draped around me, cascading down my shoulders and back, enveloping both of us like a cocoon.

“Hi,” he whispered in my ear.

“Hi.”

“You are a very bad girl now aren’t you,” he said. “You know what I do with the bad girls don’t you?” He was smiling.

“I think so...”

But before I could answer he lifted me off the chair and threw me down on the bed, the sheets falling all around us, his newly massively strong arms around me. I felt weightless the way he could man handle me.

He kissed me then, so intense I wanted to just inhale him. Then he slipped inside me with no resistance. He’d already worked me over so much the night before, his size fit right in this time with no need to pause and wait. I pulled him as close to me as I could and let out a sigh. It felt like I’d been made for him to just do what he wanted with me.

It wasn’t rational, but it was true. No one else had ever made me feel like exploding the minute their body touched mine.

I relaxed completely underneath him as the waves came over me as he moved his entire length in and out slowly, making sure I felt every inch every time. It was only a few moments before I was already there, ready to shatter into a million pieces.

“Jared!” I half yelled half squeaked out, trying to warn him, but it was too late and my orgasm took over, shaking and moaning and filling the whole room.

I held on to him for dear life and In that moment I forgot I’d ever have to let go. As I caught my breath, I wanted to apologize to him because, once again, I came so quickly I felt like I didn’t give him enough of a challenge. We had joked about it before.

But he didn’t give me a chance to speak before looking me in the eye very seriously.

“Now you can go get something to eat,” he said. He kissed my head and patted it like a pet. “But bring back whatever you food want for the rest of the day, okay? And not scones or some shit because I can’t handle them any more.”

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[spillinginkwithlove]

💁🏻 Hello Lovelies!!

I wanted to give you a bit of a ‘Save Me’ update...

As you know, I’ve been working on moving all of my writing to Wattpad which at this point, all but Save Me is completely revised and published. Currently, I’ve posted the first 6 chapters of Save Me and am hard at work on the rest.

As I’ve said, I’ve gone back and am rewriting much of it, adding more about Vivie, especially who she was prior to meeting Jared. It’s something that I wished I had done in the beginning but I think I was just an anxious new writer and excited to get the story out there. I feel it’s totally worth it though. I think all that I’m adding is making the story much more well rounded.

Now comes the hard part...

🙏🏻*Please Don’t Hate Me*🙏🏻

In an effort to finish the revisions on all the previous chapters, I’m putting Save Me on hiatus until February 20, 2019.

From now until then, I’ll be publishing the revised chapters from Part 1 - Chapter 1 all the way to the currently posted, Part 2 - Chapter 83 on Wattpad as one complete work. That said, the next chapter continuing the story from where it’s left off right now will be published on February 20.

I absolutely HATE doing this but unfortunately I’m finding it extremely difficult trying to write flipping back and forth between their early days for the rewrites to where Jared and Vivie are now to keep the story going. If I wasn’t adding so much story especially to the early chapters, it wouldn’t be this way but I am and I hope when you read it you feel it’s worth it too.

I’m asking for a lot of patience with all this, as a reader it sucks having to wait to see how the story ends and I completely understand that. It’s just that Save Me is my baby and I’m so ridiculously attached to this story. There is so much left of it to tell and I want it to be the best it can be....

I know this isn’t the update many of you guys were hoping for and the thought of disappointing you kills me. I love both my incredible readers and this story too much to post crap though.

Thank you so much for all the love and support you’ve shown me for all these years. It’s more than I could have imagined ♥️

Love Always,

SpillingInkwithLove

💗xo

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[simple-girl-of-huge-imagination]

The Kid of Mars – Chapter 75 – The walls that we built from bottles and pills

Later that day Catherine dragged herself to bed. She was really tired, with Jared absent she had been accumulating more and more responsibilities at work, some of them weren’t even directly related to her original functions but someone had to keep the boat sailing and she knew that the only people Jared fully trusted was she and Emma. Moreover, the fact that she was almost eight months pregnant wasn’t exactly helping her either.

When she walked into the room Jared was still in a heavy sleep, all curled up and looking like a little boy trying to hide from something. “Honey, if you sleep like this your back will bother you tomorrow.” She tried to make him move, but the pills given to him were really doing their job, so she ended up moving his dead weight the best she could. Catherine laid next to him and wrapped her arms around his body. Usually he would react and protectively hug her back but that didn’t happen that night.

In the morning, when she woke up found Jared with his eyes already opened and staring at the ceiling. “Good morning sleepy head. How are you feeling today?” She tenderly caressed his head, placing his long hair away from his eyes. “Weird” He answered, his voice a little emotionless. “You’ll be better soon. You must be hungry…” That moment Shannon knocked on the door and Catherine told him to come in. He had spent the night there in case something was needed. “Hey bro. How high are you?” Shannon joked but after crossing eyes with Catherine realized that wasn’t the right mood. “I’m going to prepare something for us to eat.” She stood up and Jared tried to the same but almost felt to the floor. “I’m ok, just dizzy.” He tried to justify. “Do you want me to bring you breakfast here?” Catherine suggested, worried about him. “No. I’m not sick” He dryly answered. “Let me help you then.” Shannon wasn’t taking no for an answer.

After breakfast they were expecting him to start getting ready to go to the hospital but surprisingly he went straight back to bed, without a word. Catherine and Shannon looked at each other and followed him. “Are you still feeling dizzy?” Catherine was trying to understand what was wrong. “I don’t know. That shit they gave to me yesterday messed with me… I just need to rest for a bit.” At least they got a couple of sentences. “I’m going to the hospital Jay. Do you wanna come with me to check on Ricky? You can return with mom.” Shannon suggested, not really sure about what to expect. “I… I can’t do it today…” He was trying hard to find and excuse but they could see the sadness covering his features once again. “It’s ok honey. You don’t have to go. Just take the day to rest, it’ll be good for you.” Catherine cupped his face and kissed his head. “Yeah, you don’t have to worry. We’ll look after Ricky.” Shannon assured. “Thanks. Could you leave me alone for a while?” He didn’t asked that in an unpleasant or angry way. He just seemed tired. “Sure. Just call me if you need anything.” Catherine reminded before she and Shannon left.

“He’s not ok.” She concluded, the moment they were far enough from Jared’s room. “That’s not my brother. My brother doesn’t say he needs to rest and doesn’t go to bed after having breakfast.” It was time for Shannon to freak out. “But he really needs to rest. Maybe if he sleeps enough, he’ll be back to his normal self and the pills the doctors prescribed will help him…” Catherine tried to be rational. “I hope you’re right. But he didn’t even call my mom to know how Ricky’s doing.” She couldn’t deny that all his behavior was weird but justified. “You told me yourself the doctor said he’s depressed. A depression doesn’t go away from a day to another, we need to be patient with him.” Shannon ended up sitting down and took a deep breath. “You’re right. Honestly I don’t even know how he held up during all this time. I’d have gone crazy months ago.”

A couple of hours later Constance arrived home and hugged Catherine tightly. “Shannon told me about Jared. How’s he now?” She asked, obviously concerned about the wellbeing of his son. “He hasn’t left the room yet. Every time I go in there he just pretends to be asleep.” She confessed. “I’ll see if he talks to me.” Constance decided. She was clearly very tired too, but that mother instinct spoke louder. “How is Ricky?” Catherine finally asked, already mentally prepared do bad news. “He’s stable. Still asleep and connected to machines but not worse.” Not everything could be terrible after all. Constance finally went to check on his son and Catherine tried to work for a little but curiosity took the best of her so she decided to check what was going on. Before arriving she could already listen to the sobs and she didn’t had to enter the room to see Jared crying on his mother’s arms while she tried to calm him down. They stayed like that until late in the evening.

On the next morning Jared wasn’t by her side when she woke up. Catherine’s immediately thought that it was a good sign to have him out of bed. She search for him and found him in the studio working. That was nothing unusual but then she saw a cup full of something that was neither water nor almond milk. “Good morning.” Jared forced a smile when realized Catherine was watching him. “Jared, honey…” Catherine started when saw the bottle of whiskey. “You don’t drink in the morning or in any other hour and definitely not while taking medication.” She took that away from him. “I know, don’t judge me please. I thought that it would help me calming down.” He tried to justify himself. “I’m actually trying to work on something.” He smiled at her, looking for some approval. “I’m happy that you’re trying to work but maybe you should take it easy… Do you want to visit Ricky today?” His behavior was still odd. “Not yet. I’d rather stay here and work on some music. He isn’t conscious so it’s not like he’ll miss me.”

Catherine decided not to force him. However he refused to visit his son not only on the following day, but on the following week. Not only that but he refused to take his medication and to see any doctor or therapists and he had been drinking. Not that he was walking around drunk but it was becoming usual to find him with a bottle of some liquor next to him. “Dude, what the hell are you doing?” Shannon asked when caught him and while taking the glass out of his hand. “You’re the last person that can tell me not to drink, Shannon.” Jared got all defensive. “This is not about me. You’re better than this Jared and you know how this can end. If you were on your right state of mind you wouldn’t be doing this and you wouldn’t spend one week without visiting your son.” Shannon was grabbing him by his shoulders and almost shaking him. “You wanted me to come home and rest and that’s what I’ve been doing. Just let me live my life ok? Last time I checked you had your own shit to worry about.” He got free from Shannon’s grab and turned his back on him. “If it still concerns you, Ricky is getting better. Maybe they will wake him up soon.” Jared was already moving out of the room but stopped and took a deep breath. “Then what? He’ll get worse again?” He kept walking away.

Later that day Catherine headed to the studio trying to find Jared. It was already late in the evening and it had been hours since the last time she had saw him. Shannon had spoken to her about their incident earlier and she had decided that it was time to tell him a couple of truths. However she couldn’t find him at the studio neither anywhere else in the house. She tried to call him but he wouldn’t pick up his cellphone. She tried again, left some messages, always without an answer.  She was already panicking a little when decided to call Shannon. He was at the hospital with Constance and she thought that maybe Jared had gone there to finally see his son. But he wasn’t there either. Realizing how nervous she sounded, Shannon asked her to sit down and wait for him, promising that they would find Jared. Catherine did as she was told but didn’t stop trying to call him.

In a blink of an eye Shannon was back home and trying to comfort her the best he could. “I already called some of his friends, searched on social media, googled him…” Catherine was crying while trying to explain. “I should have checked on him earlier Shannon. I knew he was not ok.” She was panicking and blaming herself. “It’s not your fault. I was the last one who saw him and I wasn’t exactly kind.”  Shannon was also felling guilty, thinking how Jared had always been there to support him. “I’m going to drive around and maybe call some guys… We’ll find him.” He was trying to make a plan when they heard some noise outside. “Stay here.” Shannon ordered and went there to check what was going on. He saw a cab, a pissed driver, and someone clumsily trying to open the gate. It took a moment for him to realize that it was Jared. Shannon ran next to his brother without knowing if he should hug him in relief or hit him hard. He opened the gate himself and Jared immediately felt into his arms. “That guy is completely drunk. He yelled and cried all the way here. Is this even the right address?” The driver complained. “Yes it is.” Shannon answered while picking a ridiculous amount of money from his wallet. “I guess that’s enough. Thank you for service, please forget about this incident.” The pissed looked on the driver’s face was replaced by a grin when saw all that cash.

“Where is Catherine? I need to see her and explain…” Jared cried while his brother was trying to take him inside. He was terribly drunk. “She’s inside. Explain what man?” Shannon was trying to understand what he meant. Jared was about to answer but threw up on his own doorstep. “It’s ok. Just let it go.” Shannon told him as Catherine appeared at the door to see what was going on. “Oh my God Jared. I was so worried…” Jared threw himself into her arms the moment he saw her, missing his own puddle of puke for a tiny bit. “I’m so sorry. I really am… I didn’t meant to.” Catherine hugged him tightly without really understanding what he was talking about. “It’s ok honey. You’re home now.” But Jared kept crying and shanking his head. “No, you have to know. I was drunk and she sat on my lap and tried to kiss me but then I stopped. I swear that I stopped and ran away and got into a cab…” He said all of that in a single breath, without stopping crying. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He knelt in front of her begging for her forgiveness. His beautiful blue eyes were red and he seemed lunatic. “It’s ok Jared. We’ll talk about it in the morning.” She tried to tranquilize him as Shannon was helping him back on his feet. She didn’t even know if what he had just said actually happened and if so if she should be mad. At the moment she could feel nothing but pity towards him. “No it’s not ok. You don’t deserve me. You should ran away and take our daughter with you. I’m a terrible father and I will never be a good husband.” Catherine didn’t know what to say anymore. The entire situation was just sad. Meanwhile Shannon was doing his best to carry his little brother to the room. “Come on Jay. Stop making a fool of yourself. You need a shower and to sleep.” However Jared was still offering some resistance. “Catherine, please. Forgive me and promise me you’ll stay here.” He begged once again. Catherine walked to his side and tenderly kissed his forehead, ignoring the mixed smell of vomit and alcohol. “I’m not going anywhere with this huge belly of mine. But we all need to rest. Go with Shannon and I’ll meet you in a bit.” Those words calmed Jared down enough for him to allow Shannon to drag him. “I love you and I want to marry you.” He said when no one else was expecting more words. Catherine didn’t know how to answer to that and stayed quiet, assuming it was also the alcohol speaking. Shannon just shook his head and forced Jared into his room.

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[rhina988]

Notes From The Author

Hey lovelies, 😘

I’ve been asked by so many of you if I’m going to continue writing fan fiction. I haven’t been so active lately as my life became crazy busy, and I’ve lost the habit of checking my Tumblr as often as before. 

However, I haven’t lost the habit of writing my fiction, 👩‍💻 so the answer is YES! I will continue to post Jared Leto fiction. 😃 Also, I’m trying to become more organized in 2019, 🤞 so I’ll give my best to determine a certain date each month (preferably a few dates in a month) when I’ll be posting my works.

As a matter of fact, it would be amazing if you’d give your suggestions about how often you’d like to read them. (If you’re still interested that is. I hope you haven’t given up on my fiction despite my being less active than before). Just keep in mind hat I have two ongoing series and several one shots that need to be done or completed with a sequel, so please don’t suggest more than once a week, because most likely that won’t be a possibility.  😂

Thank you for all your love, 💗💕💞 and I hope you’ll love the future chapters just as much as the ones I’ve written so far.  ❤️😍❤️

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[thegreatlarryfisherman]

Can I be Him? | Chapter Four

Jared has a surprise for the reader and though she’s not exactly down for it at first, Shannon helps convince her that it’ll be the best time of her life. 

Warnings: Voyeurism, implied threesome, BDSM themes, Daddy!kink (More like the fucking use of the word, that’s all) spanking, etc. This! Is! Smut. It’s Jared/Shannon-centric. so. you know.

Tagging: @auntiemama1, @babiiface16, @anxiouslyyoursdidi, @meghan12151977, @gottalovetheletos, @thefirethatfreezesme, @jletolove4eva, @nikkitasevoli

Previous Chapters: Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three 

“I don’t get it.” I said and shook my head as I was sitting at the edge of my bed, staring at the boys.

“Which part?” Jared asked and I sighed as I shook my head.

“I think the surprise part is the most confusing.” Shannon offered.

“Well yeah!” I exclaimed. “That’s a start!” Yeah, I was raising my voice and it was probably the most annoying thing they’d ever heard but never in my many years of knowing them did I ever imagine that Jared Leto was going to be telling me that he wanted his older brother to touch me in front of him because that’s what he was into.

“Okay. No need to yell.” Jared started rather cautiously. “I know we’re still treading lightly with this whole… ‘polyamory’ thing but it’d really, really please me if you did this, Princess.” He said, his eyes wide with honesty filling every ion of his baby blue irises. I looked over at Shannon who warily nodded as if he’d been as shocked as I was when he first heard it. “I know it’s asking a lot, so soon but… I’d kick myself if I looked this gift horse in the mouth.” Jared insisted.

“What’s in it for me? Besides being your private porn star.” I scoffed and Jared’s mouth opened and closed a few times. Shannon sighed a bit before he leaned over and wrapped his arms around me. Shannon, always the sensible brother.

He slowly pulled me backwards a bit so I was laying against his chest. “Close your eyes.” He said and I gulped, taking one last look at Jared before I shut my eyes. Jared had always been the daredevil, experimental and brave. Shannon was more like me. Logical and sensible. I trusted him.

“You know I’d never hurt you or let you do anything you’d regret.” He said in my ear as he slowly spread my legs and stretched them a bit so they sat on either end of his. I shivered lightly as I felt the air blow onto my exposed lower half. “I’d never take advantage of you. Neither of us would.” He kissed the side of my face.

“There’s just something about seeing your head tipped back in ecstasy while you’re letting yourself go, while you’re losing yourself that just…” I could hear Jared’s voice drop an octave or two. “It’s the best thing I’ve ever seen. Even if I’m not the one doing it to you. It’s hard to focus on the way your back arches or those cute little gasps you do while I’m trying to hold myself back from cumming like a fucking virgin while inside of you. You just feel so good.”

“He’s right.” Shannon’s fingers slid up and down the length of my slit as he reached a hand up and began massaging my breasts, taking each nipple one by one between his fingers and rolling them. “You feel so fucking good. It’s impossible to try to stay calm when you’re shaking and moaning the way you do.”

He stopped all movement and I cried out, sobbing with frustration. “But maybe you don’t want it. Are you afraid to cum in front of both of us, Little Girl?”

“No. God no. Please, Shannon. Please.” I begged and he chuckled. Though it sounded cruel, I knew he was proud because he slowly slipped his lips around the shell of my ear and grinded his teeth back and forth on it gently until I was mewling in his arms.

“That’s what I thought.” His finger ventured lower and dipped into me causing me to lay my head back and moan a bit. He used the wetness on his fingertips that he found inside of me to trace sloppy circles around my clit.

“Oh god.” I squeezed his thighs and tried to lift my hips. He shifted his legs and it spread mine a bit wider, making me more susceptible to the intrusion of pleasure he was putting on me.

“And when you’re so desperate that your body just starts moving like it’s trying to send a message.” Jared’s voice had a bit of a higher pitch in it, as though he was struggling to keep himself grounded as he spoke.

“Fuck.” I bit my lip as I felt Shannon speed up his ministrations, running quick circles around my clit until I was panting and writhing underneath his fingertips.

“I can’t wait to taste how good I make you feel.” I chanced opening my eyes and looked over. Shannon’s chin was on my shoulder as his eyes zeroed in on my clit and he sped his movements up. The sight of his low lashes and brows knit in frustration made me moan so loud I nearly scared myself. He looked over then, and our eyes met as I saw nothing but love behind his eyes. He smiled a bit and suddenly, my body was being filled with his fingers. I laid my head back and squealed as he used two fingers in and out of me while his other hand’s fingers were still stroking my clit. When did his other hand get there?

“Oh God.” I begged as he kissed my neck, placing small bites there.

“You’re being such a good girl.” He muttered against my neck.

“You’ve learned so fast.” Jared said hoarsely and I looked over. He was watching, his eyes dark with anticipation. I bit my lip, wondering how he could stay so perfectly still in that chair. His hands were gripping the arms of the chair so nonchalantly but his eyes didn’t leave mine.

“Come on, Little girl.” Shannon muttered, just outside my ear as he ran a finger around my clit and I was becoming dizzy with need. “Don’t you wanna come? Beg Daddy to make you come.” He said and my head fell back again, hips rising and falling.  

“G-FUCK!” The sound of his husky voice in my ears with his fingers deep inside of me, it was like I couldn’t escape the pleasure. I looked at Jared who had a dark smile on his face. Even from three feet away from the bed, his smile was domineering and dangerous. “Beg for it, Princess.” He grinned. “You’re such a good girl when you beg. Every part of you glistening with sweat… your eyes want more than your mouth can say.” My eyes followed his hand to where he was squeezing himself through his pants. He was gently stroking up and down, giving himself some release while never taking his eyes off of me. I bit my lip as I felt Shannon’s hand make his way back up to my nipple, completely soaked from where he’d been teasing my clit.

“I don’t have enough hands.” He caught my wrist and pushed it to my nipple, pushing my palms against my them before he rushed to accompany his other hand back between my legs, concentrating on the attention he was paying to my clit while his two fingers quickly pounded in and out of me, now grazing my G-spot with every stroke.

“Squeeze your nipples, Princess.” Jared said softly and my eyes met his again. “Push them between those pretty little fingers of yours and pull on them like I do with my teeth.”

“Say yes sir.” Shannon ordered and I moaned.

“Yes-sir.” I said as I pinched my nipples and a tremor went through me.

“Good girl.” Both of them said in unison and my head fell forward and then back as I lost myself in the pleasure.

“Please.” I whined weakly.

“Please what, Princess? I bet you feel so good right now, tightening up, your body desperately trying to hold back your release because you know you’ve been trained like a good little girl to wait until you’re given permission. Do you want to cum all over his fingers? Look at me.” My eyes slowly traveled back to him and that dark grin returned. “You wanna show me how wet you get when you touch yourself to the thought of me?”

“Or me.” Shannon growled outside my ear, his fingers speeding up. My hips thrust forward and one of my hands looped around his neck and pulled. His head bowed and latched onto a nipple, sucking it into his mouth as he leaned back against my headboard, holding us both up as we contorted a bit.

“Fuck. Shannon…”

We were partially laying down, my legs still draped over his, my body reclined back and completely exposed to Jared. It must have been what he’d been waiting for because he quickly came from the chair and rushed over to the bed, climbing onto it with one knee, quickly tugging at the bulge in his pants as he watched me. Shannon pulled his mouth away from my nipple and I looked up at him as he bit his lip, struggling to keep up the speed of the way he was circling my clit, though I was reducing to nothing but a squirming mess in his arms. “Stop moving, girl.”

“Shannon.” “What the hell did I tell you?” He pulled both his fingers away from me and I cried out. He’d stopped. I was so close. “The first time..” He said as he helped me sit up, as I was too weak and in shock to move myself. “I considered it an accident. The second time I chose to ignore it.” He slowly guided me by the back of my neck to my knees until I was facing Jared with my ass toward Shannon. “This time…” His hand came down on my ass like a loud clap of thunder and I yelped, my eyes rising to meet Jared’s.

His eyes held a mixture of disappointment and authority at once.

“Naughty, naughty little Princess.” He took my chin in the hand that he wasn’t using to stroke his throbbing member underneath the fabric of his pants.

A second slap and I cried out, but when my mouth opened, Jared gently nestled his finger deep inside, pressing down lightly on my tongue. I licked his finger and his eyes drifted shut. The sight of him getting so turned on by his finger in my mouth was making me wetter than imaginable and suddenly, I felt the head of Shannon’s manhood at my entrance.

“Ahh” I moaned around the finger in my mouth and Jared’s eyes opened as he looked down at me.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to forget this moment.” He said, with a loving expression as he pulled his finger out of my mouth and stroked his hair. “Thank you for this.” He said, so much promise in his voice before I felt Shannon push the entire length of his cock into me and I moaned out loud, not breaking eye contact with Jared as Shannon began to thrust slowly into me. The impact of how good it felt caused me to reach up and grab onto Jared’s arm. He smiled as he reached the same arm under me and played with a nipple thoughtlessly as he watched my face. The intensity of his blue eyes quickly sunk into me and I moaned loudly as I felt my orgasm approaching me again.

There was another smack on my ass and I moaned louder as my eyes drifted shut, feeling the intensity of all the pleasure I was feeling between the way my nipples were being squeezed and the way the shaft of Shannon’s thick cock moved in and out of me, getting faster and faster as I heard him grunting and groaning his pleasure.

“Baby.” I opened my eyes and looked over my shoulder. “I’m gonna come so you’re gonna have to come with me, okay?”

“Yes Daddy.” I blurted out and then my eyes widened as he bit his lip and gripped my hips as he pounded into me harder, clearly turned on by the sound of me calling him Daddy.

“Look at me Princess.” Jared tugged at the nipple he was playing with and I whipped my head back.

“Fuck. Shit.” Shannon was cursing under his breath, his thrusts getting harder and harder until the head of his cock slammed directly into my G-spot and I screamed as I exploded around his cock, moaning almost out of my own control as he thrust a few more times before he quickly pulled out, pushing his hand on my back as he came between my legs. I moaned as the head of his cock pushed against my clit, and a second orgasm ripped through me as the pressure summoned my oversensitive clit to cum again and again. I looked up at Jared who had his eyes closed as if he was reveling in the sound of my moaning before a ragged breath escaped his lips and he quickly gripped his cock. A sticky, wet, spot appeared in his pants as he fell back onto the edge of the bed and swallowed.

I started to speak but I was far too tired. When I woke up, I was wearing Jared’s t-shirt, sandwiched between the two boys.

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[i-am-the-sage]

The Runaway

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Slung over The Joker’s shoulder, Iris was carried across the foyer and down the hall. He had a strong hold on the back of her legs, making it impossible to move. Iris looked up through her hair and saw his men doing their best to act like they couldn't see what was happening.

He shifted her weight on his shoulder, throwing her forward, Iris squeaked and pushed at his back trying her hardest to keep from falling. Her legs swung in front of his face as he stalked his way through the mansion. Only able to look at the ground, she tried to focus on that rather than the fact that The Joker’s butt was inches away from her face. She heard the sound of a lock popping then he opened a door, stepping inside he threw Iris onto the bed in the middle of a small dark room. 

Iris bounced up and down on the mattress, when she stopped she stared up at The Joker. He stood in the doorway looking down at her, his eyes traveling up and down her body.

“Sit tight, Kitten.” With a small bow he walked out of the room and shut the door. Iris could hear men talking on the other side of the door, then it all stopped. Iris jumped off of the bed and tiptoed over to the door, when she reached it she pressed her ear against the wood. For a while she couldn't hear a thing, then someone began speaking again.

“Why do we have to stand here, man?”

“Boss said to babysit, so we babysit.” They were right outside the door.

‘Two…’

Her hand floated up to the doorknob and she turned it. The door opened slightly and light seeped into the room. Through the crack she could see one of their legs, standing right next to the door. 

‘Where is the other one?’ 

“Get your ass back in there!” The door slammed shut in her face and Iris jumped back against the bed. 

‘He posted guards?’ 

Iris turned and looked around the room. Using the bed as leverage she spotted a vent high up on the wall. She ran to the other side of the bed and tried to push it to the wall.

‘Ugh, of course its too heavy.’

Iris looked around the room again, this time she saw a window and her hope began to soar. Spinning around in a small circle, she searched but there wasn't anything to use, not a lamp or a chair not even a pen.

‘There has to be something that’ll break the window.’

Dropping to the floor, she ran her hands underneath the bed still hoping to find something to launch through the window . Just as she was about to give up her hand brushed against something cold and hard. She pulled it from under the bed, it was a gun made of heavy black metal. Looking down at the gun she had a thought and turned her attention to the door.

‘What're you going to do, shoot through the door and just hope you hit the guards?’

Sighing she looked back down at the gun.

‘Everyone in the house would hear.’

“I could break the glass…but they'd get to me before I could get out.” Suddenly she had an idea.

Iris ran over to the window and tried the latch, it opened with ease and she decided to open up the window. She looked back at the door to see if the men heard anything; when the door didn't open she stuck her head out and looked around for anyone posted outside.

Glancing back at the door, she swung her legs out of the window and jumped down behind the bushes. She glanced around once more, upon seeing no one, she made a break for it. Iris burst from the bushes and ran, at full speed, down the hill. When she reached the bottom she heard a man’s voice.

“Hey, where do you think you're going?” Iris turned around and saw a man racing down the hill towards her. On instinct, Iris lifted the gun and pulled the trigger. The man fell to the ground with a yell and rolled the rest of the way down the hill. 

‘What have I done?’

The man finally reached the bottom of there hill and Iris stared at him until her moved. With a sigh of relief she continued down along the road. The gravel from the road bit into her feet making each step agonizingly painful.

‘You have to keep going!’ 

A car engine revved back towards The Joker’s mansion. Iris looked back and saw headlights appear over the hill. The car rolled over the hill and bearing down on her. She looked around and saw a more than convenient coppice. Leaving the road she ran towards the tree line, hoping to reach it before the car got to her. More lights flashed out of the corner of her eye, another car was heading straight for her from the other direction.

‘Oh shit!’

Iris ran faster, trying her hardest to get away; before she was able to dive into the cover of the trees, the car coming from the house cut her off. Someone on top of the car turned the floodlights on her, effectively blinding her. 

Squinting through the bright lights, she tried to turn and run the other way but was met by more floodlights, she was trapped. Iris watched as The Joker’s men filed out of the cars one by one, closing the empty spaces and completely trapping her. She looked around franticly for an opening but there wasn't one.

“Fuck…” She froze when she saw him step between his men. His teeth glinted through his open mouth in the obtrusive lights. The weight of his stare was too much, it made her feel small and insignificant. As a last ditch effort, Iris raised the gun at The Joker hoping that it would stop him, but he kept walking.

Iris shut her eyes and pulled the trigger, instead of the loud bang she was expecting there was only a click. She opened her eyes and saw The Joker standing in front of her pressing his forehead against the barrel of the gun. Her eyes flicked between him and the gun; a devious smile spread across his face and disappeared just as quickly as it came.

With one hand he snatched the gun from her and slapped her with the other. Iris fell to the ground with a scream; holding onto her cheek, she had no time to react, he was on top of her in seconds, his hands secure around her throat. Iris gasped for breath under his grasp. Somehow she was able to roll him over, once he was on his back she tried to get up and run but he grabbed her leg and threw her back on the ground. She landed hard scraping her arm and leg.

He was on her again but before he had the chance to wrap his hands around her throat again, she balled up her fist and took a swing, hitting him in the jaw. The Joker land on the ground holding his jaw in his hand. Smiling he motioned for his men to take her; two of them stepped out of line and went to pick her up, the one who made it to her first grabbed her by the bodice of the dress that Bruce bought her, ripping it.

“Take her back to the room.” The Joker said, picking himself off of the ground.

“Boss, are you sure, she already escaped once.” One of the men holding her said. Dramatically, Joker rolled his eyes and pulled out his gun, he shot the man who had questioned his judgement. The man dropped to the ground almost taking her with him, the other one holding her was the only thing keeping her on her feet.

Another stepped in and took his place. Then he aimed the gun directly at Iris’ head. She did something that surprised both her and The Joker, Iris stood her ground and stared at Joker, ignoring the gun. He laughed as he put the gun back in its holster.

“Go.” with that simple word the men holding her dragged her to one of the cars. Iris looked back, she saw The Joker smoothing back his hair with both hands and gesturing to the dead man on the ground. They forced her into the back seat and sped off back to the mansion, ripping up the grass around them.

She was yanked out of the car and dragged indoors. Iris jerked her body hard enough to free herself from both of the men, back handing on to give herself a chance to get away but the other caught her before she could run any further.

“He just murdered one of your friends and you'll just do whatever he says!?” Iris screamed as she was carried back to the room, he opened the door and threw her on the floor.

“Ugh, you bastard!” iris jumped up and lunged at him. The man slapped her, not as hard as The Joker had, and threw her back on the floor.

“He wasn’t a friend and this is just business.” His partner walked into the room, He bent down and grabbed Iris’ chin roughly turning her head into the light.

“The boss isn't going to be happy about what you did to his little toy.” She pulled her head away from him, he chuckled while walking to guard the window. The one who'd hit her looked away but not before Iris saw fear flash across his face. 

“There in no way out of this…’

Iris sat up and pulled her knees to her chest, staring at a small patch of light on the floor in front of her. She sat there, with her guards, and they waited together for what was to come next. 

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Crazy - A Joker/Original character one shot story.

Usual disclaimer applies, my lovelies! Enjoy xx

“Have they been tinkering with my meds, or is that really him?”

“If they have, then they’ve been screwing with my daily pharmaceutical concoction too. Yeah, it’s really him.”

Stunned and staring, like two people witnessing a car crash they couldn’t look away from, Bridget and Sam sat at their usual table in the rec room of Arkham Asylum in utter disbelief. They were completely transfixed at the sight of notorious villain The Joker, sat just four tables over.

For the high security patient to be just casually sitting there, in the lower security wing of the facility and looking as out of place as a black horse galloping through a herd of white steeds, it was absolutely unimaginable. His presence was certainly a sight to behold.

Make no mistake though, the guards who usually patrolled the wing were on high alert, two positioned in his immediate vicinity, staring right at him along with everyone else. Well, except for the girl who had just ran screaming upon noticing the formidable presence, swiftly calmed by a quick moving orderly.

“Right?” Brian, their friend said after approaching their table, jerking his head back in the direction of Joker, his expression one of utter disbelief. “I heard they have him so doped up on his meds that he’s no longer considered a threat. They’re trying to integrate him in with us, something about budget cuts. Apparently it costs more to have him under 24 hour surveillance and less to drug the shit out of him.”

If anyone was in the know about the inner workings of Arkham, it was Brian. He was well behaved enough to be trusted in a janitorial position within the facility, and often eavesdropped on conversations while he was mopping anywhere close to the head warden’s office.

Sam sat back and wondered how exactly it would save money, having to pump him full of meds and still have two guards watching him like a couple of hawks keenly eyeing their prey. She guessed that wasn’t up to her to decide though and truthfully, she had no clue over the cost of his care while he was in solitary confinement anyway.

Talking with her friends and idly doodling on the sheet of paper in front of her, she kept an eye on him, studying the big bad of Gotham in her peripheral vision. He seemed so…docile. Of course he would be if he was drugged up to his eyeballs, but it seemed such a stark contrast to the stories she’d heard about him.

Of course, he was the most famous criminal within Gotham, if not the state. His misdeeds were as famous as he, with the extortion, terrorism and murder charges all racked against him. He’d never see the light of day again. Such was always the plan when locking him away here, yet he never stayed for long before breaking out and wreaking havoc once more.

Except for the last few years, of course. He’d been incarcerated for two longer than Sam, making his stay extend to five years with no attempts at breaking out. She found that strange too, that a man so formidable and determined had all but given up. Maybe this factored in with their decision to let him out of solitary. She could only wonder.

Joker stayed at the table, idly playing a game of solitaire for a further ten minutes before an orderly plus guard took him away, not to be seen again for another two days. While jumping rope in the gym she saw him escorted in again by the two guards who had overseen his rec room time.

She often wondered how he’d managed to keep the ripped physique he had, having no access to gym equipment. Her thoughts were then interrupted by a fellow patient going off on an unhinged outburst, more upset than anything as he dropped the medicine ball he was using and began thumping his head as he wailed.

She remembered her own outbursts like that, her extreme self-harming ways and destructive behavioural patterns the reason why Sam had been in Arkham for as long as she had. With the right meds and care she was much improved, her self-destruct button only being pressed a handful of times a month now opposed to such being a daily occurrence.

“That’s how then. Damn, the flex in those abdominals.” She whispered to herself while moving on from jump rope to free weights, watching Joker do sit ups in an almost militant fashion. He must’ve worked out just using bodyweight exercises. It had certainly done the job in achieving an enviable physique.

Asking the orderly to unlock her dumbbells of choice, Sam took them and then was watched under the heaviest of scrutiny while using them. The trust in mentally ill people – even those who had displayed no violent tendencies towards others – only ever went so far. This was especially prevalent when said mentally ill people had use of large, heavy objects.

Her focus was only half on her own training regime, lifting each small weight in the series of sets she did while studying the perfect male form of Joker, now working his abs while hanging off a pull up bar. His legs were hooked over, making each sit up look effortless as he moved up and down before suddenly, he paused.

‘Oh god.’ Sam thought, unable to look away from him for a brief moment before her eyes flitted away and broke the intense stare his had held them in. Those bright blue eyes looked menacing, but when she looked back again, something softened slightly.

From Joker’s point of view, he’d been wondering why the fuck the small girl with the fluffy blonde curls had been staring at him near constantly, until he’d actually figured out she was checking him out. Then, he didn’t mind so much at being ogled at.

This had swiftly given way to some proud, machismo ‘yeah, I know I look good’ behaviour to take centre stage as be began to indulge in exercises he knew damn well made him look good while he partook in them. He was just about on an even enough mental keel to be able to enjoy this, teasing the more attractive female patients for the sake of some playful, mid-morning fun.

This even keel wasn’t down to any more fine tuning of his various and many medications, but the fact that the ones that made him severely groggy and docile he hid under his tongue and spat out when the orderly in charge of his medicine wasn’t looking.

That was of course down to his charismatic charm and faultless behaviour over the past five years, that he was trusted to take pills rather than be shot up with the chemical compounds required to keep his psychosis in check. They trusted him more now because he wanted it that way, not because he was too stupefied on lorazepam to misbehave. He was very good at fooling them into thinking he’d swallowed the correct dosage though. His docile act what exactly that, an act of his design.

Solitary had become boring and he had been craving more interaction for some time now. Actually, it was more specific than that. He craved sex, it was as simple as that. Five years was too long to go without any form of carnal pleasures and while inter-patient fraternisation of that nature was strictly prohibited at Arkham, he’d find a way around it now he was out of solitary. He always was good at bending the rules.

Once his workout was done, he looked back over to Sam and caught her eye, licking his lip and giving her a speedy wink, one that she wasn’t certain she actually saw at all. Was her mind playing tricks on her, or did he really wink? Her question was answered when their paths crossed in the hallway the next day and he did the same thing again.

She’d never much rated his attractiveness before, other than the notably gorgeous, honed physique. Seeing him up close though, even looking as distorted as he did from what was widely believed to be a chemical accident, there was handsomeness there.

Despite the tattooed face, permanent teeth grills, alabaster skin and non-existent eyebrows, there was something about him that made Sam’s stomach begin to flip whenever he happened to look at her. It also spurred her into having the courage to wink back too once day weeks later as he walked on by while she was just leaving the restroom. This, of course, he picked up on, spinning on his heel and walking backwards, letting out a loud wolf whistle that made her blush.

“Calm it down, Mister J,” the security guard walking with him warned.

“Just merely appreciating the cutie, Herr Himmler.” He replied, his words making Sam snort with laughter. She’d never heard any of the patients have the audacity to address the guards in anything vaguely resembling sass before, the orderlies yes, but not the jackboot wearing, stun gun wielding guys who terrified most people in there.

After that, she began to notice him more and more, also she noted without the constant presence of guards after a while. His good behaviour was obviously reflecting upon freer movement, but make no mistake he was still watched carefully.

What seemed to be apparent was how much Sam noticed him watching her too. Whatever her routine was throughout the day, he always found a way to be present, like he was keeping tabs on her. She wasn’t sure if that was flattering or unnerving, if she was brutally honest. He had his motives behind doing such, ones she would discover one morning after he walked past her in the canteen and discreetly dropped a small, crumpled up piece of paper into her lap.

‘Laundry, 2pm.’

Against what she considered to be better judgement, that self-destructive streak rising within her sharply, she attended, finding him standing outside the laundry room when she arrived. He didn’t speak a word, his mouth curling into a confident smile as he leaned back against the swing door to open it, taking her hand and pulling her inside.

“Out.” He barked to the few patients present in the middle of taking on the laundry duties. They scuttled away without hesitation in an instant. He then exchanged nods with the orderly on duty, who put down his newspaper and also left. As soon as the door was shut, Joker turned to Sam and bracketed her slim waist with his big hands, lifting her to sit her atop a washing machine.

“Finally, I have you alone.” He spoke before leaning in sharply and kissing her strongly, Sam feeling like someone had stolen every last bit of air from her lungs. His kiss became more forceful, tongue pushing into her mouth as he pressed himself against her, hands grasping her shoulders before sliding around to unclip her bra. When she felt him venture into her t shirt, she grabbed his wrists and pulled away.

“Woah, slow down,” she giggled nervously.

“Why? I want to have sex with you and I don’t intend on taking any of that particularly slowly, part out of necessity and part out of need,” he replied simply. Hearing those words, so bluntly delivered, coupled with the barely contained desire in his eyes, Sam gave in to it.

“Okay, if you insist,” she replied quietly, smiling at him but suddenly feeling her stomach drop when he frowned.

“I thought this was what you wanted too? This means I shouldn’t have to insist upon it. I might be a lot of things, but I don’t force myself on women who are unwilling. Are you unwilling? Actually, give me two minutes. If you tell me no after that, I’ll walk away. Deal?” That was pretty fair of him, she had to admit. She did want him, but being there in the close up presence of all his domineering enormity, she’d suddenly had an attack of nerves. Plus the fact she hadn’t been intimate with a man for many years.

“Deal.” He kissed her immediately after, his hands sliding back into her plain, white t shirt, pushing the garment up before pulling away to pull it over her head, her bra too. He then bent a little and kissed her just below her collarbone, leaving a trail of slow tongue swirls down onto her breast and around her nipple when it reached her areola. Circling it until it stiffened, he then sucked it hard, groaning deeply.

One powerful arm locked around her waist while the other stroked down her outer thigh, sliding back up the inner before pressing between her legs, rubbing her until her back arched at his fingers catching her clit through the thick, black Arkham branded sweats she wore.

She gasped, a soft ‘ahhh’ leaving her agape mouth, her body burning for him already. The man didn’t even need two minutes. Forty seconds was all it took to have her raging for him.

“So, are you going to tell me yes, or no?” He asked, cocky smugness audible in his tone. He knew exactly how to read a woman. With her undulating back and legs squeezing around his waist, there was no way she was going to tell him no.

“Don’t you dare stop what you’re doing.” She panted, Joker looking up at her and laughing quietly before kissing her again.

“I can do better than this.” He assured her, grabbing her sweats and underwear and pulling them from her body. He then gripped her behind her knees and yanked her to the edge of the machine, pressing a big hand into her chest until she lay flat.

He then laid a trail of hungry kisses downward from her navel to her public mound, pushing her legs far apart before Sam felt his tongue run over her slit. Just that made her jolt. When it pushed within, she felt like her heart would surely leap from her chest.

The satisfaction of having her sexual desires sated by a tongue rather than her own hand was indescribably good, feeling her clit being licked repeatedly with light and then firm pressure had her moaning softly, her hands reaching back to grip the edge of the machine as she panted and trembled.

Gratification swept through her strongly as she felt his powerful hands stroke her thighs, looking up to watch him eating her, the vibrations of his moans around the mouthful of her cunt adding to the pleasure of his quick moving tongue. Each beat of it against her hardened nub caused a greater pulse of pleasure than the last, her head softly thudding back against the cool metal beneath her as she sighed breathlessly.

He’d gotten her so sumptuously wet already that she craved the gratification of feeling him inside of her, that need somewhat sated when he licked at her glossy opening and pushed his tongue within a little, before going back to circling her aching clit.

He knew she was more than ready for him, and with his erection painfully throbbing within his sweats, Joker knew he wanted nothing more than to pull it out and impale her on it. He was so turned on, he could barely stand it.

Knowing he had this room for half an hour longer though (he hated to clock watch, but needed to since the orderly had only agreed to forty minutes until his shift changed) meant he could enjoy himself a little more with his mouth, taking pleasure in bestowing exactly that upon the blonde beauty writhing against his tongue.

He got off on being the giver of oral gratification greatly, his mouth at its happiest when it was predisposed with licking a hot, tight pussy, much the likes of the one he was delighting right at that moment.

“Ohhhh, oh fuck!” She cried, her hands clinging onto his massive biceps as he sucked at her clit, her head spinning. God, he was so good. She panted and undulated, her body moving in a serpentine manner as it thudded audibly upon the washer, Sam reaching the point of frenzied climax so quickly it took even her by surprise. Then again, she’d been without a man for three and a half years. It stood to reason it wouldn’t take much for her to…

“Ohhhhh, mmmm, oh!” She screamed incoherently as she came against his tongue, the burst of pleasure sending ebullient tingles throughout her body, swimming in ecstasy she panted hard, the movements of his tongue lessening until he pulled away. Grasping her tightly he kissed her again, lifting her from the washer and taking her over to seat himself in the chair the orderly had previously occupied, but not before pulling his sweats down.

As he sat, the feeling of his hard, swollen cock touching briefly against her wetness made his breath catch in his throat, moving to attempt to position himself at her entrance. Sam, it seemed, had other ideas though.

Sliding from his grasp she knelt down in front of him, grasping his hardness and running her hand up and down the sizeable length before her before sucking on the engorged, deep red head of his manhood. Such an action made him groan deeply, his abs twitching in response. His phallus jerked within her mouth as her lips sank down over his length, holding it firmly and feeling her pussy pulse impatiently as she imagined how he’d feel inside of her.

It was then that it hit her; she was about to have sex with The Joker. Was she really that mad that she’d let a man who had killed and terrorised be that close to her? She then reasoned that he wanted to do anything more sinister to her, he’d have done it by now.

The more she thought on it, the fact she was there, with the most dangerous man in Gotham, if not the country really, his steely dick hitting the back of her throat as she sucked it thoroughly, was nothing but a huge turn on. She had the big bad, all to herself, at her mercy. That was hot.

His hardness continued to bob away inside her mouth as she sucked and licked at him, Joker groaning deeply with desire as his fingers tangled in her messy, dark blonde curls. Too turned on to comprehend the notion of not being inside her for a moment longer, he moved his hands under her arms and yanked her up, Sam sitting astride him and guiding him towards her heat. Her heart raced with excitement as she felt him stretch her before she slid down on him fully, both emitting a shuddered breath at finally being joined.

Her heat yielded to him perfectly, his arms wrapping around her and hands stroking her back, keeping her steady as she began to bounce up and down on him. She started slowly at first, her little winces indicating to him that even through the pleasure she felt, she was getting accustomed to his size. He didn’t seek to rush this, looking up at her lustfully as his fingertips tickled her spine and his mouth sprinkled kisses across her chest.

Sam closed her eyes and exhaled a bliss filled sigh, rolling her hips against him as she slid up and down on his erection, immersed fully in the pleasure of him inside of her. He felt beyond exquisite. She hadn’t known until that moment just how much she’d missed sex, how the feeling of a big, hard cock within her had been exactly what she needed to feel good about herself again. Fucking The Joker made her feel better about herself than anything else outside of her treatment.

“Fuck, oh god, ahhhh!” she panted, little exclamations still leaving her mouth thereafter until he silenced her with an explosively hot kiss, his hands pulling her against him and holding her tightly against his chest as he started to move beneath her, his upward movements in perfect sync with each of her downward ones.

“Lean back, little one. Let me watch you, let me see how much you’re enjoying my cock.” He told her, pushing her away. Sam arched her back and rested her hands behind her on his thighs, giving him a full view of her as she powered herself up and down on him, watching him watching her. His eyes shone brightly with desire, his mouth agape and silver teeth revealed slightly as he panted and groaned, the sight of him enjoying her on top of him just as arousing to her as watching her was to him.

She really began to cry out when his movements became harder beneath her, ramming every last inch of himself up into her deep, burning wetness, watching her pant and exclaim without reserve as sweat trickled over their skin.

Her entire core felt alight with incredible pleasure, exacerbated further by the addition of his thumb at her clit, rubbing it in the kind of expert way she’d never been touched before. Wow. This man certainly knew exactly what he was doing with a woman. That was it, she was hooked. She knew she’d have to have him again.

Right now though, her focus was enjoying him right there and then, her fingers tugging at his green hair as he leaned forward and ran his tongue up her glistening body, hands squeezing her ass as she bounced on him faster, each more purposefully, wanting to make him cum hard within her.

“Come on, sexy. Fucking cum for me.” She told him, taking his face in her hands and kissing him, feeling him suck her tongue as his body moved frantically beneath hers. His arms locked around her again as they both moved with incredible, frantic speed, both panting and gasping as it overtook them. The culmination of their passion burst forth in a white hot heat, orgasmic nirvana consuming them both.

Coming back down to earth, Sam felt his heart slamming against his chest through her right breast, her fingertips chasing the little droplets of sweat running down his arms as they both fought to catch their breath.

“Well, aren’t you a fantastic little fuck, hmmm?” He laughed when she nodded vigorously. She knew she was, she knew only too well she’d impressed him greatly. A man doesn’t practically roar with ecstasy when he has an orgasm if the woman on top of him is a lousy lay. “Shall we rendezvous here again on Wednesday?” he then asked. Indeed, she would be there. After sex that good, she’d be crazy not to be.

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[echelonfiction]

Bright Lights: Chapter 56 - Floating

hey guys, It’s been a while

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I sat at the servery of Jared’s kitchen watching as Jared and Shannon played with Penelope. They were so good with her it warmed my heart.

“Phoebs,” I heart softly, I looked up at my sister. “This is a lot,”

“What do you mean,”

“Like, you just changed my life, and my daughter’s life, and what if I can’t deliver,”

“Riley,” I laughed.

“how is this funny?” She snapped.

“You’re right,” I said putting on a serious face. “you were saying?”

“I’ve not played drums in years, and I wasn’t even that great, how am I supposed to do this justice?”

I couldn’t help it, I started laughing. “I’m glad you’re taking your career seriously,”

“I am,” I said letting the laughter subside.

“Phoebe!!” She snapped. I felt Jared and Shannon look over at us.

“Look,” I said actually getting a grip of myself. “I’m sorry, I’m super tired but I just had a glimpse of how I sound to the Leto’s” I smiled

“Right,” she said crossing her arms just as Shannon walked over. There was also a knock on the door, which I assumed was Connie. Jared asked her to get a couple of supplies for the baby. “as for the other stuff, we’ll figure it out tomorrow, okay?” I said making sure I was being as sincere as possible, her anxieties were kind of valid right now. “You’ll pick everything up like a pro,”

“Drums?” Shannon asked as he put his arm around my back. I looked up at him and nodded. “Phoebs is right, we’ve got time,”

“A week,” she grumbled.

“He’s a pro,” I smiled.

“Oh, and who is this little one,” I heard we all looked over at Jared holding Nelly up at the door. Connie was cooing over the baby in her son’s arms.

“Meet Nelly,”

“Hey there, little Nelly,” Connie smiled playing with her. I followed Shannon’s lead by walking over to the trio.

“Hey Mom,” Shannon said giving her a warm hug.

“Hey son, Phoebe,” she said hugging me tightly. “Congratulations, lovely”

“Thank you,” I grinned as she pulled back. “I see you’ve met my niece,” I smiled.

“She could pass as your daughter,”

“I think one of your sons said that” I grinned. “this is my sister, Riley,” I said motioning to Riley.

“Hey, Riley,” Connie said hugging her too. “Congratulations on your own little victory,”

“Thanks,” Riley smiled kindly. “Such a huge relief. “

“I bet,” Connie smiled. “I have supplies, they’re in the car, Jared why don’t you hand the baby over and you and your brother get them?” she ordered.

“Sure,” Jared said without hesitation he turned and handed Nelly to me.

“Which room were they taking?” Connie asked of her son.

“The one furthest from the studio,”

“Alright,” Connie called. “Ladies, let’s go set this room up for a child,” the three of us followed Connie down to the bedroom. It was a nice room, perfect for Riley and Penelope for the next little while. Jared had a TV and drawers and stuff so she could have her own space. “She’s at the crawling stage?”

“Correct,” Riley told. “She's starting to pull herself up tiny bit,” she added.

“Oh, they grow so fast,”

“They do,” Riley laughed.

“She has barely changed,” I said trying to be a part of the conversation.

“you met her like 2 weeks ago,” Riley pointed out.

“Not the point,” I laughed.

There was a noise down the hallway then Jared appeared in the doorway followed by Shannon.

“I think we need to take mom on a journey of what ‘one night’ means,” Jared teased putting stuff on the bed. Shannon did the same.

“Explain,” my Leto said as he unloaded. “there’s still another load each for us,”

“Babies are a lot,” Connie said walking to the bed. I looked down at the child.

“A couple of diapers and a change of clothes was all she needed? No?” I asked looking up to Shannon.

“That’s what I thought,” Shannon said. I felt we understood each other.

“Yeah, you obviously have never spent much time around kids,” Riley grumbled. I kinda wanted to punch her in the face.

“Hmm, it’s a lot more than people realize.”

“Right,” I said walking over to Shannon who was looking through a bag. “Well, you know you could teach us instead of telling us how wrong we are,” I said reaching into the bag pulling out a funny looking brush. “What does this do?”

“It looks like a toilet cleaner,” Shannon laughed as Nelly grabbed hold of it.

“Close,” Connie said walking over taking the bag off her son. “It’s a bottle cleaner.” She smiled kindly taking a bottle out of the bag. “I think Phoebe should take the sleepy baby and make a bottle, while Riley and I set this stuff up, and the boys finish their task too,” Connie said handing me a bottle then a big container of whatever.

“I’ve ne-“

“put water in it to the 600, then put four scoops in and shake it good, then nuke it for a bit, you want it lukewarm.” She told me.

“Right,” I said.

“Come on Rockstar, it’s just a bottle,” she teased. I shook my head and walked off.

“Hey,” I heard as I neared the end of the hall. I turned to see Shannon right behind me. “You have a really cute butt,”

“Thanks,” I grinned. “you have a cute smile,”

“Thanks,” he grinned, I stopped before the end of the hall and let him catch up and kiss me. “You fairing okay?”

“Yeah,” I smiled. “I kind of feel like I’m floating.”

“Yeah,” he said pulling me in doing the best he could at hugging me even with all the stuff in my arm. “Mom got some dinner, we’ll all stop and eat that soon,” he said I smiled at him.

“I should make this bottle,”

“Okay,” he grinned. “I love you,”

“I love you too,” I smiled he kissed me again

I walked in and around the kitchen doing what Riley and Connie had instructed me to do it was a lot easier than my brain was telling me it was going to be. I walked back t the room.

“Ri,” I said to her, and Connie were putting a portable cot together. “Is this okay?” I asked she held her hand out for the bottle tipping in her wrist.

“Perfect Aunty Pheebs” she smiled. I smiled back walking around the bed and climbing up sitting with the baby in a comfortable position. Letting her feed. “when she’d about half way, burp her,”

“Okay,” I nodded.

I watched everyone come in and out doing their thing, Jared and Shannon did whatever Connie ordered them to do until Jared announced he was serving dinner. Connie decided we would have it in here, so we could all help Riley get comfortable.

Shannon walked around the side of the bed when he finished the last task Connie set for him. Without saying a word hi climbed on the bed behind me and pulled Nelly and me back into him. He pushed his mouth into the exposed part of my neck. His beard tickling like crazy.  

“Goosebumps?” he whispered a moment after the appeared on my body. “hmm,” he sighed kissing further up my neck.

“Stop,” I laughed.

“Really?” he laughed kissing my back again.

“Yes,” I said leaning back into him letting him kiss me before my ear. “for now, at least, I have a child in my arms,”

“Okay,” he said kissing my cheek. He stopped kissing me but kept holding me, which I was completely okay with. I looked down at nelly, she was almost asleep but halfway through her bottle.

“do I still burp her?” I questioned.

“Yeah,” Shannon whispered helping me sit her up properly. “the wind gives them a tummy pain,”

“Oh,” I said

“Alternate between petting her back and rubbing circles,”              

“I thought Shannoebe was babyily impaired?”

“I fed a friend’s baby a few times,” he laughed “Don’t get any ideas,”

“Not this vagina anytime soon,” I laughed.

“That’s why you’re my perfect kitten,” he laughed kissing my head.

“perfect Career Kitten,” I said just as Penelope let out a massive burp. “Woah,” I laughed looking down at her.

“Now I can tell she’s related to Phoebe,” Jared said as he walked into the room.

“Because there was any doubt?” Riley laughed. “I’m her clone, but Nelly is her clooone”

“Well,” Jared laughed. “Riley’s case is getting more and more proven.” He grinned handing me my dinner.

“That’s why I like your brother better,”

“He probably agrees,”

“Yeah, but his mou-“ Shannon’s hand went over my mouth.

“Mother in the room,”

“And baby,” Riley laughed pointing at the squirming child in my arms. I looked down at her and gave her the bottle back picking at my dinner as she ate hers. The talk was mostly about the day, how well I did, how thankful Riley was. Something about rehearsal. Something about an aeroplane… I closed my eyes for a small moment.

“Hey, kitten,” I heard, man I loved Shannon, but he needed to not right now. “Phoebs,”

“Hmm,” I groaned leaning into him.

“Let’s go to bed,”

“I’m in bed,” I groaned.

“You’re in my bed, sis.”

“Riley?” I opened my eyes and looked at her…. “I really need to get used to you being around,”

“Yeah,” she laughed dorkishly.

“Your laugh is dorky,” I said sitting up. “Where’s the kid?” I asked looking around seeing her with Connie as I heard a sniffle. I furrowed my brows and looked over at Riley. “Ri?” she shook her head and looked away. “What’s wrong?” I asked. She shook her head and held her hand up taking a deep breath composing herself. When she looked up at me her face was contorted, and she was fighting against her lip quivering.

“I haven’t heard you say that in so long,”

“Oh,” I said looking down at my knees. I guess small things were kinda big things in a family that was shattered to pieces. Shannon soothed my shoulder. “Well,” I shrugged driving across the bed tackling her down.

“Phoebe!!” she half laughed half screamed.

“Better get used to it dorky little RiRi,” I said pulling her into a bear hug over the top of me. I loved hearing her giggle. It was refreshing I couldn’t help but join in

“Guys watch ou-“ Connie called as we both fell off the bed into a heap. I couldn’t help but laugh my butt off as I held the elbow that hit the bedside table. “You’re both goofballs,” Connie laughed shaking her head.

“This one is my goofball,” Shannon said offering me his hand which didn’t hesitate in taking, helping Riley to a standing position as soon as I was confident on my feet. “Let’s go to bed,” Shannon said wrapping his arms around me from behind squeezing tight. My mind suddenly clicked to bed, but not sleep. He was so devious.

“Okay,” I smiled hugging my sister, Connie and Nelly before following Shannon to bed. Jared must’ve gone to bed or whatever. He was nowhere to be seen.

“You doing okay?” Shannon asked with his arm around my waist as we crossed the house.

“I’m okay enough to have sex,”

“I told you, your head is more important than me having sex,”

“I’m okay,” I grinned opening the door to the backyard. He grabbed me and pushed me into the wall between the main house and the guest house. He kissed me hard then put his head against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, his hands were on my waist. It was all I could think of.

“Talk to me,” he said softly, but I kinda felt like he was begging me too talk at the same time.

“I am okay,”

“Yeah, but you’re kinda not okay too,” he said sternly. I let out a reluctant breath. “Baby,”

“I don’t know how to vocalise this feeling,”

“I feel like I am floating, and not in a good drug kind of way,” I blurted. “I have a huge feeling of ooh my fucking god my dream is coming true regarding the showcase then I have a huge feeling of what the fuck did I just do regarding Riley!” I told. “I have to teach her my entire setlist in a couple of days, and what if she doesn’t have the stamina? What if I can’t trust her? What if leaving Penelope with Mitchell is the complete and utter wrong thing for her?” I spilt. “What if I let you guys down because I let my sister back in my life,” I told

“You won’t let me down,”

“She’s toxic for me Shannon!”

“She has been,”

“You want to have sex and you’re baiting me?” I snapped dropping my arms.

“I’m not trying too bait you, Phoebe!” he told. “You’re tired and overreacting,”

“Shannon,” I warned looking him in the eyes.

“Look, you’ve not had a good support system before like you do now,” he said I went to talk but he cut me off. “Not since your dad and your brother,” could he actually read my mind? “life is a long journey, baby,”

“I know,” I said looking down.

“The only constant is change,” he said I looked into his eyes. “I know you’re over being bitter towards her, I can see it, you said it,”

“But what if it’s not for the best?”

“Only one way to know,”

“Yeah,” I said wrapping my arms around him hugging him as tight as I could.

“Just keep an open mind,”

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore,” I whined. He pulled back, so I looked him in the eyes. “Not today,”

“Babe,”

“I just want to forget, Shannon… for a minute,” I begged his face soften. “Help me forget?” he rose his eyebrows. I gave as cute as a grin as I could. He pushed his lips back into mine grabbing my legs pulling to his hips as my arms went back around his neck.

He turned and walked to the guest house dropping me on the bed feeling anywhere and everywhere he wanted too.

“I have to use the bathroom,” he said hovering over me.

“Okay baby,” I smiled.

“get yourself ready,” he said seductively as he pushed off the bed. I let out a soft giggle as I moved up the bed positioning the pillows behind me so I could see him when he came out. I put my thumbs in the top of my pants, this was all about timing. All I had to do was wait.

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Don’t Call Me Cat! The End

Early morning writing, powered by coffee, for last chapter of Don't Call Me Cat! The office has moved but broadband is restored. I’ll so miss writing this book. If you want to catch up, here’s a link to the book on Wattpad:

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A Man On Fire - Chapter 66

“Make a wish” she softly said as he perched his lips to blow the candle, slowly he opened his eyes as the smoke curled up between them only to see her lean in to him, for a moment he thought she was aiming for his mouth, instead her lips connected with his cheek “happy birthday” she repeated as she walked past him. “Oh, were you sleeping?” she stopped as she looked from the tousled covers on the bed over to his naked upper body, “well, I wasn't expecting you back..I thought..” stop before she runs out the door again, Harper suddenly stopped halfway taking off her scarf “Oh, sorry, I..” she quickly scanned the room for other female company “am I interrupting something?”. Jared took a deep breath “like what?”, was that a rethorical question? “I don't know, we're not a couple anymore so we can date other people, right?” her words felt like a blow to his stomach, “well you sure are” he put down the cupcake and helped her take off her coat. “So how was it?” while she sat down on the couch, he sat down on the back of the bed, he needed some distance right now, “Fine..yeah it was good, he's a really nice guy” it wasn't a lie, it had been a lovely evening, they were both a little nervous and now and then that had affected the conversation with awkward silences from her part and one or two inappropriate remarks from him. That was exactly what he was afraid of, the nice guys usually weren't and he knew because he had played the nice guy on so many dates “that's good” what else was he supposed to say? Nothing, because a simple beep was gonna say it for him, ughhh look at her face softening just reading it, fuck it, I need a drink, he got up again and headed for the minibar. The minute she started talking about Nathan she saw him get all nervous, now the shoe is on the other foot how do you like it? You don't, do you? Oh stop it Harper, it's his birthday, he's been nothing but nice to you so far. “So, any new plans for what you want to do on your birthday” she casually asked as he put down a glass of scotch for her too, sure I do, all I want to do is take you right here on this couch, he slowly shook his head as he sat down next to her. “What's wrong?” she frowned, he looked really sad all of a sudden, “it's nothing..just a little homesick, I guess” he mumbled before he sipped his scotch, “I understand, you've been away from home for so long and now you're snowed in here in New York, you had plans for your birthday with your friends in LA, that's gotta be tough, we'll contact the aircompany in the morning, maybe they've started flying again”. Stop talking Harper, just stop talking, I'm not homesick about LA, I'm homesick about you, I miss you, I miss being with you permanently, I miss us being lovers, I don't want to be your friend, I want to be the man in your life  . “All I want right now is..” he leaned over her, reaching for his little present “to eat this cupcake, wanna share?” he took out the candle and split it, giving her the other half.

”Owww” a groan came from the bathroom followed by a curse, “everything ok?” he nervously shuffled around the door, “no” was her frustrated reply “oh will you just come in, Jared! I need help”. He slowly pushed open the door to find her standing in the middle of the room, jumping from one foot to the other, she never was the patient type “can you?..help me take off my bra?” the cast on her wrist prevented her from properly using her fingers.  Tell her, go on, tell her that it's gonna take every bit of willpower to not rip it off your glorious body “uhhm, ok then” he slowly took a step closer, trembling fingers as they folded behind the delicate lace, how many times had a woman told him about his expert fingers? Lost count, but now he was acting like a schoolboy, clammy fingers included. “There” his breath against the back of her neck sent goosebumps down her arms, “thanks” she whispered as she cupped her breasts to cover herself up, “I'll uhmm..” he stammered and turned trying not to trip over his own feet as he scurried out of the bathroom. Harper waited for him to close the door and then quickly put on her pajamas and brushed her teeth, while on the other side of the door Jared didn't know what to do with himself, ok read the first birthday messages then that'll calm me down, next to him on the couch, her phone lit up like a christmas tree as well. No, don't check her phone, just don't! Ok, I can not touch it but I can just check the name on the screen, that's allowed right? Nathan, Nathan, Nathan oh and then some more Nathan, oh fuck you, you stupid weazel, stop blowing up her phone, stop texting her, stop existing!. He sat back up as soon as he heard the bathroom door behind him open and pretended to read his own messages, “I'm exhausted” she plopped down next to him “and this” she held up her painful arm “is hurting like hell”. Slowly he turned his head “I'm pretty much beat too” he put his phone down to stare at her, “I'm so sorry you're stuck here with me” she sighed, it was obvious he was a little down about not being surrounded by his loved ones and friends on his birthday. “Huh? What do you mean? I happen to love being stuck here with you” he frowned, did she really think that he wasn't happy? “sure Jay, anyway, I'm going to bed, birthday boy” she got up, took her phone and walked over to the bed. He slid in bed with her and took her phone out of her hands “you've gotta rest that wrist” and put a pillow against her side, took her hand and put it down on the pillow, “Goodnight” he pushed a kiss against her forehead before he rolled over with his back to her so she wouldn't see how he turned off her phone, enough of that fucker for one night, he was lying next to her right now, not Nathan, if she was really into that loser then she would have spent the night with him instead of ploughing through the snow again, right? Damn right!.

”Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Jared, happy birthday to you” coming out of the bathroom he was greeted by her singing in a room filled with balloons, oh thank god he seemed in less of a grump than last night “I know it's a bit old skool but I got you this” she handed him a card “and then breakfast is on me, I thought it might be handy to go back to my place afterwards because that's where your present is” followed by another kiss on his cheek. “Thank you..you didn't have to get me a present though..I didn't get you anything on your birthday” he bit his lip looking at her, “read your card” she ignored his last comment, now and then things were still awkward between them, it was a long road from lovers to friends. “Come here” he finished reading his card and pulled her against his chest for a long, warm embrace, both of them admitting to themselves how much they had missed this physical closeness “this is the best birthday ever”he breathed in her hair, “but we haven't done anything yet” she murmured against his chest, “just you being here with me, is all that matters” he squeezed her extra tight. 'I don't want to let go of you ever again', 'I could stand here with you forever' were the only two things going through their minds right now, but both were too afraid to say it out loud, one wanted to say it but was afraid for a reaction and the other wasn't ready to forgive and forget what had happened.

”I'm in so much trouble” Harper sighed as she walked back into her freezing apartment and quickly rushed to get the heating on, “why?” Jared frowned watching her turn open every radiator in this place. “That” she pointed at her paintings “Charles wants 20 items by January, I don't even have 15 and they're not all part of a collection, and I keep getting distracted” it was genuine worry this time. “What's even worse, is this hand..I can't do anything decent, I've got this one shot to get an exposition at the most prestigious art gallery and I won't be able to deliver, not in a million years” she was getting lost in her thoughts. “Yes you will..you just gotta take it one step at a time” that was no advice at all Jay, but gee thanks, “I guess so..anyway, you still haven't given me any ideas on what you want to do today, birthday boy”. Jared walked over to her scaffolding and crawled up “paint..I haven't done this kind of work in ages, but I can help you out, we've done this before, remember?” there was a real excited smile on his face. It was better than nothing, right? Some progress was better than no progress “If you're sure..help me up will you?” she took the first step of the scaffolding with her good hand but was pulled up by his hands like she was a feather, “wow, ok..work out much?” she giggled as he held her against his chest to steady her. “Not as much as I'd like to” he breathed, their faces only inches apart, “ok uhmm...paint” she slowly pulled back and started opening up some cans, being this close to him was just uncomfortable. “Ok” she handed him a brush “I need a lot of red..right here” she put her hand over his and guided it slowly over the canvas, “and here” the pressure of her hand on his, skin on skin, it was just divine and unbearable at the same time. “Right there..that's it..just a little more..” stop the whispering in my ear, I know you're talking about painting but to me it sounds too damn erotic, “yes..yesyes” there was more pressure on his hand now “push down a little harder..yes” there was a spurt of breath and he almost climaxed on the spot. “I got this” she took the brush out of his hand and finished the last detail, “there's a 2010 right there” she stepped back to point out her can stocked with brushes “that big, black one on the right” she clarified as he seemed a bit puzzled, was this a good idea? But didn't he say he studied art as well?. “You can maybe start with putting a base on those two canvases?” if he could do the basics then she could make a headstart, “sure, but what about your wrist? I won't fuck it up if you just guide me” he stammered, he just wanted to be as close to her as physically possible, typical restless, impatient Harper. “I've gotta do the rest of this on my own, too many details” she shook her head while guiding him to the cans of paint.

Two hours, several coffees and wine and a headstart later, he sat down and watched her, she had been painting almost non-stop, a work of art was unfolding right before his eyes “you're using all these difficult techniques but you make it look so effortless..it's like watching Rembrandt paint, it's just so soothing” he breathed. Harper took a step back and swung her aching wrist, it had been cramping up all the time “don't compare me to that genius, that would be an insult to him” a painful grimace curled around her face. Just when he wanted to answer, his phone lit up again just like it had been doing all day with messages, missed calls, all to wish him a happy birthday “it's Charles” he said before he jumped down the scaffolding and connected the call. She eyed him as he shuffled around her apartment, looking so much happier and lighter all of a sudden, what was she thinking bringing him back here to paint? To him this must be frikkin boring, “you're leaving, aren't you?” she tried not to sound too disappointed as  he walked back to her with a smile on his face. “Yes, I am” he nodded, fuck, she knew this was coming so why was her heart and her mood dropping in a second? “I see” was all she managed to say, “Charles organized something for my birthday, gotta be there in an hour, so I better make tracks”. Harper didn't know what else to say than “ok”, she took a cloth and nervously started wiping her brush clean, “everyone's gonna be there, Charles is such a sweetheart doing this for me” he casually said as he grabbed his wallet and his phone. “Yes..yes he is” rub it in that you hated spending time with me, I had plans with you too, you know? But hey, dinner and then a bit of dancing is nothing compared to the most expensive party of the year being thrown in your honour. “Ok, well have a great time..” she forced a smile, could he gather his stuff any quicker? “I will..bye” he quickly put on his jacket and raced out the door, letting it slam behind him he left her completely shocked and stunned.

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