#<- Jayce ass tag… I’m sorry

[evil-swedenish]

Arcane doods

[rainytrashh]

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In the Lab…

Fic type-> NSFW + Drabble

Tags-> Sub Jayce, bottom jayce, degrading kink, kinda exhibitionism? both parties get off on getting caught, gn reader but they have smth to fuck him with whatever that might be lol, choking

Word count-> 705, about two pages of a book

AN-> I’m alive it’s a miracle! Anyways there’s not enough sub or bottom jayce fics just saying 🤷‍♀️. And as always, requests open!

AO3 | Masterlist

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It was Jayce’s idea. Not yours.

Honestly, blowing his back out in the lab wasn’t really what you had in mind when you said you wanted to try something new. It’s not like you hadn’t done it before- just this time it was in his lab, over his workbench, scarily close to the door. It didn’t help that Jayce didn’t know how to shut up during sex.

“Yes, yes- fuck!”

You apply more pressure against his wrists held behind his back, pressing him further into metal workbench- a silent warning.

“Jayce.” A hushed tone compared to his strained cries.

“‘m sorry, jus’ too good…”

You tug his trousers further down his ass since his loose belt buckle was clinking against the bench with every thrust.

You glance towards the door.

“Gah- god-“

You watch as his face distorts into one of pleasure as you’d just adjusted the angle of your movements.

“If you don’t know how to shut up-“

“Make me.”

His comment surprised you, he didn’t sound bratty when he said it. And no, he’s too good to disobey you. He sounded desperate for it. Like he needed you to keep him under control, even if he was perfectly capable of keeping quiet himself.

So you lean in, and let your breath caress his tanned shoulder blades.

“Oh, is that what this is all about then huh? Riling me up, teasing me?”

He hesitates before he answers,

“…no, please that’s… it’s not-“

You hook your hand over his mouth, only muffling his moans to your disappointment. He felt a jolt of electricity shoot down to his dick, smearing more pre against the underside of the workbench.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it? Getting me to slut you out in the lab in hopes of, what- getting caught?”

He could only moan into your hand as you pull him up so his head rests on your shoulder, his hair splaying out across it.

“You’re such a whore, who are you imagining walking through that door right now huh?”

You turn your head towards his ear letting your breath hit it, eyes flitting up briefly. You only grin.

“Is it Mel? Or perhaps Viktor?”

You let go of his mouth and instead opting for his neck to hold onto for leverage.

“Both-“

“Both? And what would they do if they saw you like this? Man Of Progress against his own workbench, taking dick like a bitch huh?”

Jayce can’t help but groan at the idea, someone so close to him walking in on such a scene.

“Come on, what would they do…”

You grip his hip harshly to re-adjust your position slightly, his mouth drops open and his now free hands flailing to try to bring you ever closer to him. You know you hit the spot with each thrust too when he stammers before he replies.

“I-I don’t know-“

“I think they’d like it, someone finally having the guts to fuck all that arrogance out of you.”

As you talk you sneak in kisses along his jawline and neck, even leaving one dark mark along the side of his neck.

He whimpers and squeezes his eyes shut, imagining Mel’s and Viktor’s sneering faces. Perhaps they’d be muttering between each other as they stare at him like he’s a common whore.

“Just- fuck- I’m gonna cum.”

“You gonna cum ‘round my cock and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Please, please let me cum- I’ll be-“

“Good? You gonna be good if I let you cum?”

“Mmhmmm…”

“Well… go on, be a good boy and cum for me.”

Like the flick of a switch he arches his back into you and cums across the underside of his workbench, your final few thrusts making it smear all along his dick afterwards.

You feel him go fairly pliant against you as his heavy breathing gets gradually slower, his eyelids slip closed.

You simply smile as you hold his jaw and tilt it away from you. He lets it loll to the side like you want as he pries his eyes open.

Of course Mel and Viktor are standing in the doorway, and of course they both look rather flustered.

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[wincestisasincest]

Waves on the Shore - Chapter 4 Sneak Peek

Howdy! So, college is kicking my ass right now, and it looks like this next chapter will be out Friday (which I'm also considering making my update day? maybe?). She's gonna be a long one.

In the meantime, I wanted to give you guys a little preview of what's to come!!! Just as a way of saying thanks for all the support. Like, it fr means the world <3

sorry if it's kind of bad i still need to edit it kejrtkejhrt

WOTS masterlist // wc: 646 // triggers: language // tags: @edenstarkk

Even though you were breaking into a fucking boat in broad daylight, the most difficult thing was still Viktor. He wouldn’t leave until he had written a note to Jayce and left it on the table, spinning some bullshit yarn about how you two were going to the port to “take a break.”

“You can’t at least lie about where we’re going?” you whined once you were out on the quad.

“If you kill me, I want them to find the body,” he was only half-joking.

You were a little insulted at that, but decided not to tell him that you would never stoop to murder. Perhaps it was better if he feared you.

“If you want me to push you into the sea, all you have to do is ask.”

“I don’t think you could, but it is better to be safe than sorry,” he shrugged.

“You don’t think I could? You’re lucky I’m not going to take that as a challenge.”

“You would do well to remember that, despite appearances,” he shifted his weight on his cane, eyeing you coldly, “I am not helpless.”

“Oh, pfft, I don’t care about your leg,” you brushed him off, “please. I hang around sailors, remember? I’ve seen people with busted limbs raise all kinds of hell. No, I just think I could take you because, well, I could.”

“How egalitarian.”

Silence. The wind howled. That meant you were closer to the sea.

You found yourself rubbing your shoulders, trying to keep some warmth in. He’s being slow on purpose, you thought, practically green with envy at the sight of a warm coat and shoes with soles. Perhaps it was time for you to dig through the lost and found again.

“You never told me what initially prompted you to ask for the journals,” he commented, pretending to not notice your glare.

“Remember when I was gone for the afternoon a few days ago?" you kicked a wayward rock, "I was getting questioned by the Enforcers on Iron Leg. It just made me think about some stuff.”

“Some stuff?”

“Everyone, even the Enforcers, agree that there’s something weird going on here.”

“But it is not your job to figure it out. It will not prove your innocence.”

“Thanks, I know that. I guess I was just curious. Y’know, despite appearances I don’t like being jerked around like some dog’s fuckin’ chew toy. I figured that, with what little freedom I had, I could try to piece together some of this stuff. For my own closure, if nothing else.”

“I see.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. I’m just certain that we do not have conflicting motivations now.”

“Oh, right. Because someone’s using your baby.”

“It is not a protective instinct,” he lied, instantly recognizing his own unconvincing pitchiness.

“Okay, good,” you faked indulging him, putting on your sardonic innocence, “because I think most people would agree that it’s a little unreasonable to be protective of a rock made in Shuriman that anyone can obtain.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Then what’s it like?” you challenged.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you. We’re wasting time,” he gestured in front of him, continuing forward towards the port.

The cold was awful, but at least it kept potential witnesses inside. You jogged in front of Viktor, catching the sight of your former ship in the distance.

Even now, after everything, you were still tempted to unfurl those sails and disappear over the blue horizon. It would be so easy, too. Perhaps Viktor was right to be suspicious. Upon seeing your work, your cannon, still mounted near the center of the ship’s starboard side, the idea of a blitzkrieg revenge and then swift exit was very tempting.

But you could always do that later, after this little mystery was solved.

“They called her the Kraken’s Teeth,” you told Viktor when he caught up. He seemed unwilling to entertain your sea farer’s admiration.

“Let’s just get this over with.”

[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

Branded For Evil

by TrashBag05

“I’ll give you 10 seconds to turn and get your sorry ass out of here, Trencher.” A thick British accent followed the ring of the gunshot, a tall woman lingering over a shorter and dirtier looking person, the rifle prepped and aimed directly into the shorter half’s face. “God, those stories about you Pilties being hostile really are true, huh?” “Five. Four. Three.” “I’m off! I’m going! Jeez…” With a light, sarcastic chuckle and a flick of the wrist, the shorter, more colourful woman had vanished with her braids in tow, leaving the area quieter than it had ever seemed to be before.

An Arcane apocalypse AU since I haven’t seen any before. Caitlyn, Jayce and Viktor live together in a rundown old building they call their camp, Ekko travels alone, all while Vi, Powder, Mylo, Claggor and Vander stay together, wandering the wasteland of Piltover for any supplies to help them survive the aftermath of the Noxian invasion.

Words: 2447, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends), Mylo (Arcane: League of Legends), Claggor (Arcane: League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Jinx Goes by Powder (League of Legends), Protective Jinx (League of Legends), Adult Jinx (League of Legends), Jinx is a Little Shit (League of Legends), Jinx Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Protective Vi (League of Legends), Badass Caitlyn (League of Legends), Lesbian Caitlyn (League of Legends), Caitlyn Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Hurt Caitlyn (League of Legends), Caitlyn And Jayce are Siblings (League of Legends), Vi Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Vi Needs Therapy (League of Legends), Ekko Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Ekko-centric (League of Legends), Mentioned Ekko (League of Legends), Mentioned Claggor (Arcane: League of Legends), Good Sibling Mylo (Arcane: League of Legends), Mentioned Mylo (Arcane: League of Legends), Good Parent Vander (League of Legends), Mentioned Vander (League of Legends), Jayce is a Sweetheart (League of Legends), Protective Jayce (League of Legends), Jayce Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Jayce-centric (League of Legends), Gay Viktor (League of Legends), Protective Viktor (League of Legends), Gay, Everyone Is Gay, Gay Male Character, Gay Panic, Gay Character, Lesbian Character, No Lesbians Die, Canon Lesbian Character, Canon Lesbian Relationship, Useless Lesbians, POV Lesbian Character, Post-Apocalypse, Apocalypse, War, Post-War, Hurt, Hurt No Comfort, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Pain, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Humor, Angst and Romance, Teen Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Tragedy

from AO3 works tagged 'Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)'

[shauds-archived]

This was supposed to be for the Dismissed prompt, but it really didn't fit, so I'll come up with something else for that.

Follows "Do Not Engage"

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Eddie's mad he was never told about Jason's resurrection, Jason's surprised Eddie wanted to be told and Steph's very confused about which of the two she came to protect.

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"A couple of years Jason!?" Eddie was yelling his hands wrapped around the throat of someone who was supposed to be dead. who he'd thought for years was dead, more to hold him in place make sure that he as there and not about to slip into the night and vanish forever. "You couldn't take a minute to call or send a damn postcard! My number was listed a couple years ago!"

Eddie didn't get a reply, he got a sharp pain in his neck and his hands loosening without his consent. "Come on, lets not make the scary murder hobo mad." Spoiler, she'd followed after him and was now grunting as she dragged him away from Jason.

Eddie didn't care about making Jason mad, Eddie was mad, he was madder than he'd been since he'd confronted Dan about Marla, and Jason, - too big, and looking just different enough that if Eddie had passed him on the street he would have chalked the resemblance up to coincidence - Jason didn't get to look up at him like he had no idea what was going on. Before Eddie could think enough about it, before Spoiler had dragged him out of range, he struck out with his fist and got Jason sprawled on the oily Gotham street.

"What did I just say?!" She shoved Eddie a couple more feet away.

"I don't care." Eddie said there was blood, close to boiling on his hand and falling from Jason's nose that didn't look quite right in the few seconds before Jason's hands went to cover it. 'There,' Eddie thought, 'Now he can be mad.'

"You got your shot in, can we go now?" Spoiler said, trying to tug Eddie away.

It took a couple of seconds before Jason did anything but look at Eddie with squinted, still disbelieving eyes. "Eddie?" He asked, his broken nose making him sound a little like he had a cold.

Eddie felt a little bad when he pulled his arm away from her and marched back to Jason instead. "No, it's Red Evil Santa!" He spat back, he had no intention of running, of letting himself be dismissed again like he had years ago when he'd first found out why he wasn't getting letters anymore. He didn't even care if Jason took out one of those guns he had strapped around his thighs and threatened to shoot him like Spoiler had said he would.

Jason gripped his nose and twisted it into something more like it's original position as he stood. Spoiler put herself between him and Eddie again, looking between them like she wasn't sure which of them she was going have to hold back this time. "The hell are you doing here?

"Kicking your ass for letting me think you were back!" Eddie's hands ached from being balled up too tightly at his sides as he spoke. "Do you have any idea how long it took me to find out you were gone, and then, then I wrote so many letters and I tried to call so many times, but nobody would tell me what happened to you, they wouldn't even talk to me, they just... dismissed me, like, I didn't deserve to know." He felt his eyes growing hot, well hotter, he quickly brushed his arm over them, he didn't need his tears glowing in this darkness. "Like I didn't spend every Sunday for six months waiting in front of the mailbox, like I didn't read every letter I had a thousand times when I found out I wasn't getting another one, because I missed you, and you were friend!" He tried to move closer to Jason, to do what, he wasn't sure, but Spoiler had her hand against his chest, pushing him back again. "I thought you were my friend." He couldn't get his voice to get over a whisper when he spoke over her shoulder. "Were you ever going to tell me?"

"No," Jason averted his eyes, not even a beat of hesitation between his reply and Eddie's question.

"Damn, you really are a bastard." Spoiler spat when Eddie couldn't find his words. "You coulda just shot at us instead and you'da been less of a dick for it."

"I don't have any reason to shoot you right now." Jason shrugged, stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Sorry. Was that all?" He still wasn't looking at them, but at the bright splash of orange paint on the wall, there wasn't anything interesting about it,not interesting enough to take his attention off of someone who'd just attacked him.

"Why?" Eddie asked. "If I don't get to know anything else."

"Not complicated, I just wasn't gonna be told to get lost again." Jason licked his lips, wiped away some more of the blood that had trickled down his face, and watched Eddie, looking for what he couldn't tell or whether Jason found it before he spoke again. "Cause everyone already knew, and I didn't think you'd care anyway, ya think anybody else did?" He scoffed, then cleared his throat, it didn't make his voice any less hoarse. "I was dismissed as the bad one before I was even cold in my grave, even the people I thought were my family just replaced me and moved on." He shook his head. "Nobody missed me, and even if they did, they don't want me now, that's my fault, but..." He sighed and scrubbed a hand roughly through his hair, turning it from moderately tidy to a complete mess of curls as he turned back to the all of the building he'd been tackled off of. "Go home Eddie, you wouldn't understand, you wouldn't understand."

"Yeah Jayce, cause it's not like I could possibly understand what it's like when your family doesn't want you, and it's all your fault, right."

A flinch, easily visible stopped Jason dead in his tracks, his hand already halfway to his grapple gun. He let out another sigh, longer and wearier than the first, then he spun on his heel and jabbed his finger at Eddie. "That's bullshit and you know it! Your parents are the pair of asscheeks making up the biggest ass in whatever place is at the mercy of them sitting down now, that's not your fault."

Eddie could see his eyes now, and now he took note, they were three shades too green from the grey he remembered, but there was no other difference, and there were still streaks glistening on his face..

Eddie reached around Spoiler to grab Jason's outstretched hand and tugged him closer, Jason yelled, started to push away, stopped when Eddie didn't try to strangle him again and let Eddie pull him into a hug, but left his arms hanging by his sides.

"I wouldn't have told you to get lost." Eddie said softly, then winced slightly when he added. "Andm'sorryIbrokeyournose."

"Needed something to clear my head after all those months of universe jumping bullshit."Jason let his head drop to Eddie's shoulder, he returned the hug very briefly, then pulled away. "But listen, we really can't be here right now." He peered out at the darkened buildings across the street.

"Why is there something wrong?" Eddie shifted so he was blocking Jason off from whatever it was he was looking for there.

"It's the Bowery at night." Jason shook his head and stepped out from behind Eddie. "And," he gripped the edges of his jacket and tilted his head, "it's a little awkward with you friend right over there."

Eddie turned quickly to where Spoiler seemed to be trying to melt into a wall. "Right." He chuckled nervously and stepped just outside of Jason's personal bubble, and he thought he head what might have been a 'thank God' from Spoiler's direction. "This is Spoiler, she's the one who told me you were back when she found out I didn't know. She's cool."

"And tagged along to make sure you weren't murdered by the reverse grave robber, huh?"

"And she doesn't like it when people talk about her like she 's not here too." Spoiler crossed her arms, and leaned forward, even with the mask covering her face, Eddie could tell she was staring Jason down. "Remind me again which of you I kept from getting murdered tonight, Mister Reverse Grave Robber?"

"Aren't you s'posed to be dead?" Jason asked, bending nearer to her.

"Look who's talking." She scoffed at him.

"Ha." Jason hitched his shoulders and blinked down at her, then back to Eddie. "If you say she's cool."

"Okay, you two don't look like you're going to kill each other any more, can I go now?" She said, rubbing pulling on her hood.

"You don't have to." Eddie said. "Right Jayce?" If she hadn't told him, he'd probably never have found out about Jason, and it wasn't fair to cut her out now, especially considering that no one told her things either.

"Actually, we should all go now. Bowery. Night." Jason started walking backward down the street. "Come on, there's this place a couple blocks up that wont pay too much attention to either of you."

"Yeah okay." Eddie started following after Jason, then stopped to ask Spoiler, "You coming?"

"I'm already here, so might as well." She shrugged, and fell into step with Eddie. "Long as there's no more strangling."

"I'm still kinda mad, so maybe be on the look out for that." Eddie swung an arm around Jason's shoulder and held up a finger in front of his face.

"Eddie, I still have a gun." Jason rolled his eyes, but didn't throw Eddie's arm off.

"If you shot me you wouldn't have any friends." Eddie pointed out and Jason sighed wearily.

"Don't worry too much, m'still here to protect you." Spoiler patted his back.

"Y'know, I changed my mind, think Ima just go home." Jason tried to shuffle his way out from between the two of them.

"No your not, you still need to tell me about the universe jumping thing, hot damn that's cool." Eddie tightened the arm around Jason's shoulders.

"Good gracious that's a long story." Jason raised his eyes heavenward. "Last time I ever go to a funeral."

[echelonlab-blog]

Bound By Ink -- Chapter 45

Disclaimer: Fiction.

Warnings: None

Tagging: @hazeleyedleto @msroxyblog @letojokerownsme @miss-shannanigans @snewsome756   @maliciousalishious   @nikkitasevoli@meghan12151977@sanellv@ambolton@bradlea23@spillinginkwithlove@alexis7215@dezmarz@pezziecoyote@whoistheprettiest@avaj99@iridescxntsolitude@pheenixpeterson@guccilowell@blondiefrommars@rowen1976@phoebehalliwell1984@thathipstaninja@darthjokerisyourfather@letsbemybatman @prettymisc@lylabell2013@mandyglam@pandaliciouz@just-me-obsessing@echelon-1969@carolinapb-me@marilyndioncre

Nadia's POV

   Being summoned to Shannon's place was already pretty awful since I knew I was going to have to confess what I had done. Finding Jared there waiting too just made it so much worse. I couldn't even look at him, not after the way he had so coldly dumped me at the hospital. Blue had tried to warn me about him, but as usual, I wasn't listening, just making one bad decision after another.

   I don't know why she wasn't angrier with me. I hadn't meant to do anything to her, or to Shannon for that matter, but it was because of my bad decision and irresponsible behavior that she was in this mess now. She should have been planning her move in with Shannon, happy now that Jayce was out of the hospital and on the mend, but instead, she was dealing with this nightmare, and all because of me. She was so nice and understanding, even though I didn't deserve it. I vowed right then I was going to make it up to her.

   When I got into the shop tension in the air was thick. There was a crowd outside that didn't seem to be going anywhere, just standing around, probably waiting for Blue or Shannon to show up. Mark had locked himself in his office where he was slamming things around. I didn't want to disturb him so I put my jacket and purse in Blue's studio since she wouldn't be coming in today and then went to man the front desk and wait for my appointments.

   “Boy, Mark sure seems pissed off. You know, for someone who has supposedly moved on and is dating someone new,” Thor pointed out. I sighed and nodded in agreement. I mean, I could certainly understand him giving a shit, they were supposed to be friends and they were raising a child together -- but this was way over the top. Blue wasn't his wife anymore. She was free to take pictures with whoever she wanted to and do whatever she wished with them. Mark obviously didn't see it that way. I had to wonder how good the relationship he had with Stephanie was if he was still this hung up on his ex. She certainly didn't seem to be helping him put the past behind him.

   Thinking of Stephanie brought a sour taste to my mouth. I was certain she was the other half of the reason that we were in this predicament. I was sure I'd had that phone in my pocket right before we got into our little scrap. It was far too convenient that it had disappeared immediately afterward and now these pictures were turning up. Out of everything that had been on that phone, the only thing that had come out was those pictures. Gee, that wasn't suspicious at all. For such a stuck up bitch she sure was stupid.

   I was trying to figure out some way to calm Mark down and maybe smooth things over a bit when the ice queen herself wandered into the shop. The look on her face was so smug I  had to step away and go hide in the back because I knew if I stayed out there I was going to get into another fight with her. I ended up grabbing my cigarettes and heading behind the building for a smoke.

   I had finished my first cigarette and was wondering if I should light another one or if it was safe to go inside when I heard someone talking. It was a female voice and since I knew I was the only woman working today I wondered what was going on. I stepped closer to the building where I could make out the conversation a little better and realized it was Stephanie, talking on her phone.

   “I was so humiliated, Charles! You know how those shop girls talk. I bet they couldn't wait to laugh behind my back the minute I was out of the store. That card had better not get declined again!”

   I had to suppress a little giggle at the thought of Princess Stephanie having to put back her gold-plated ass armor or whatever ridiculous thing she had been trying to charge. She sounded furious. I hoped whoever Charles was he had done it on purpose.

   “It had better not be because you're spending money on that twenty-two-year-old whore you've got put up in that apartment downtown. You didn't think I knew you got her an apartment did you?” There was a long pause and I could just make out someone on the other end of the line shouting. “I am not interested in your excuses. You do not want to test me on this, Charles,” she continued. “Do you know where I am right now? Yes, I'm with him! What do you think he'd do to you if he knew you were treating me this way? You know I'm his Precious Princess right?”

   I could only assume she was referring to Mark at this point and the image of him calling her his "Precious Princess" nearly made me gag. What the fuck was Mark thinking, getting himself tied up with this lying, manipulative psycho bitch? Dammit, he could have had me. I adore him, I had adored him for years. I would have treated him so well, and Jayce too. Not made his life more difficult the way this crazy cunt was. God, life is so fucking unfair.

   “Look, Charles, I am done with your pansy ass. I have a real man now, a dangerous one, and if you don't start respecting me and providing for me in the manner I am accustomed to, so help me God I'll let him send his goons after you and laugh when you end up in the bay.”

   What the fuck!? She couldn't possibly be talking about Mark, could she? Everyone knew that Mark was just a big teddy bear. He had a bit of a growl but he was one of the sweetest men I knew. If she was talking to her ex, like I suspected, and using Mark to intimidate him – well, suddenly things made a lot more sense. I patted my pocket to grab my phone and record her for proof only to realize I hadn't yet replaced it. Dammit!

   “Yeah, that's what I thought. Although, maybe Mark and I will swing by later, just to make sure you understand your position.” Her voice was so smug, so full of contempt. Charles had to be her ex, and I felt sorry for the man who'd had to endure her for God only knows how many years at this point. “You'd better get  your shit together Charles or there will be hell to pay.”

   Stephanie ended the call and went back inside. I knew I had no proof of her scheming and lies at this point, nothing but my word and my word probably wasn't worth much these days. Pretty much like my karma. But here was an opportunity to set things right, to maybe even the score just a little bit. I couldn't undo the damage I had inflicted or remove the embarrassment I had caused Blue, but I was going to do my damndest to take Stephanie down, even if I went down with her. I stubbed out my cigarette and went inside, relieved to find Mark's office empty. I sat down and opened up a browser window on his computer.

   “Charles Montgomery," I said to the screen, "I don't know who you are, but I think you and I are about to have a very interesting conversation.”-

[noxianhand-archive]

SHIPPING INFO!    answer the following for your muse so people know how shipping works on your blog.  repost, don’t reblog.

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?

i don’t quite have an one-true-pairing for darius as it stands, even outside of the context of roleplay. it’s actually been dreadfully long since i’ve sought out fanwork for him outside the context of roleplay actually, darn.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?:

most of my partners know i’m an Angst Lover(TM), but that generally goes more for hurt / comfort. but really, i’m a multiflavored shipper, pfffffft. i love writing fluff, angst, smut (though i certainly barely indulge the latter on this muse for muse-specific reasons), slice-of-life, and by gods, everyone and their mothers that ship with me know how much of an au aficcionado i am. poor @the-virtuoso​ knows from her adventures with my jayce, i go hard on alternative universes for one single ship.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

with darius, in specific? not... overly large, i assume. ten years of gap below his age is a stretch already, given the idea of indulging into relationships with those younger than his brother makes him slightly uncomfortable (---keep in mind his mainverse draven is eight to seven years younger than him); keep in mind he’s a man in his forties. his tolerance to relationships with those older than him is apparently more lenient, and indeed it is a double standard of his own.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

well... yes. yes, i am. as much as i say i am extremely into shipping, there’s a degree of chemistry i need to see between my muse and yours before i indulge into actually shipping something. besides, in the context of this muse in itself --- he’s not a man that easily gives himself to relationships, so i’d be doing his character a great disservice if i shipped him left and right, i believe. he’s got too many trust issues, man, so even if i’d like to see him with more people in whatever sense, platonic or romantic or whatever, it’s... not as easily done as it is said. 

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW?:

anything involving touching skin that’s usually concealed by clothing or a lot of neck kissing is tagged as nsfw??? i guess. i don’t know, man, i just go with what the vibe dictates me. if i feel this is too steamy not to be under a readmore / tagged as nsfw, i slap that tag because gods know it’s better to be safe than sorry.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?

@miighted​ and @omendus​, my dearest indulgers. fingerguns ‘em. 

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

uhm, yes! at least to clarify interactions and make things sail smoother on both ends, yes, aha. but be aware that even though i say this, i do reserve the right to refuse shipping with someone if i just don’t see it happening. 

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?

despite what it does sound when i talk about darius in himself, i do like to ship! his muse just, uh, doesn’t lend himself much to it unless specific circumstances are met and besides, let’s be honest, he’s... not really the most fun person to ship with. 

as i like to put it often, he’s a bundle of unhealthy coping mechanisms tightly coiled together made into a human man at times, does anyone really want to have a relationship with that?

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS:

it depends on what you mean by ship obsessed. do i get extra hyped about established ships and can be an absolute nightmare as a partner to put up with (ask @omendus​, i spend hours ranting about swarius with him, bless his heart for putting up with that) and come off as a little obsessed in particular instances? ... yes. am i usually more focused as a whole in characterization rather than shipping when it comes to the blog itself, usually, so on the greater picture fall for teh ‘ship more-or-less category likely? also yes.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?

hell yeah, i am. have always been, as far as i remember it in my six-seven year tumblr rpc ride. don’t really plan to change it!

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

me, holding all my ships in my tiny gay arms: ... a r e you seriously gonna do this to me, homie????

WHAT IS YOUR NOTP?

i don’t think i have one, aside you know, the obvious statements about ships that are toxic by nature such as pedophilic ships, incestuous ships and the sort. not that i don’t ship toxic stuff, no, but... there’s a degree of toxicity in those dynamics that mimics real life abuse that certainly is far too distasteful to me.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

interact with me some then drop me a concept and work on it with me, i suppose! gods know most of my ships have legitimately hours of discord / im discussion built on, from silly aus to long ass metas.

tagged by: stole it from @hedonisthemomancer​ tagging: anyone who wants to do this, ayyyy.

[mckenzierossiblog]

Solo

The talk

I knew that the gentleman is from the Italian the way he had that hefty Italian Accent he had, my father watching me, he knew that everyone is watching me very closely since Jayce went MIA on everyone, even our children. Granny alright told my Daddy to back the fuck up on me about that my heart always been Jayce, but sometimes people will have to move on at their own time. I step out of the truck, Roberto has the girls, Trooper looked at me kissing my forehead. “McKenzie, let's have a chat” I smile at him, walking towards the chair outside on the deck. Trooper had a beer in his right hand; he takes a seat across from me. “#AshleyLynn told me she likes Jake a lot; she hopes that he will be part of the family” I smiled at Trooper. “Jake is a good friend. We didn’t discuss dating, but Jake is part of the family. But your goddaughters think l need to date, What do you think” Trooper and l always been close Trooper smirked at me tap his finger where his wedding band was it’s white, he been with Brie for a long time like l been with Jayce. “I think #AshleyLynn wants her Mama happy again, Look I told you this before, I always will be behind you, and next to you when you're having those twins, I can’t wait to be part of that, McKenzie you need to set Jayce free, Jayce wants to come back he will, he knows how much you love him” I had torn into my eyes as Trooper tells me the truth of Jayce Liam Caelan, I can have another soul mate that will love the girls as l do, my best friends are always there to cry on helping me with the girls, this, not the first time, I lost Jayce. Trooper comes over to hold my hand. ”McKenzie its time to take off that engagement ring and wedding band, move on” I nodded again with tears in my eyes, Trooper stood up pulling me into him holding me tight, I’m doing the right thing for us. I step back, and Trooper wipes the tears away from my face; I’m setting my husband free; I slowly pulling off my engagement and wedding band away, pulling on the tag that Jayce gave me before he went on his last mission.

Trooper comes wrapping his arms around me, holding me very tightly against his body, I start to sing very softly “With or Without You, U2” Closing my eyes hoping that Jayce is safe and healthy thinking about his girls, and our new babies coming in February. Then Trooper and l heard someone clearing their throat. “Excuse me, are you Detective Caelan” Trooper step in front of me because of my pregnancy. “I am,” Trooper step down. “I’m Master Gunnery Sergeant Thomas Trooper. I’m Kenzie’s best friend and protector” I shake my head steps down place my hand on Trooper’s shoulder. “Let’s not be rude. Let’s find out what he wants first; then, you kick his ass if you don’t like the answer”. I wink at the gentleman he knows that I’m very well protected with my father, brothers standing outside also. ”Sorry I’m Navy Seal Brat”

I smirked at him. “I will like to discuss some business with you in private” I looked at Trooper to back off, I have this, Trooper hands me his Glock just in case l need it. I winked at him. “I heard you are already trained and to be a sniper, trained by Master Gunnery Sergeant Jayce L Caelan; he is known as The Legend” I smirked at him. “Yes, l am I’m one of the best next to The Legend” #He nodded at me. “So you can take a shot with no trouble” I fold my arms underneath my breasts, I smirked. “Never asks me that unless you want a bullet between your eyes” #TBC

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Bound By Ink -- Chapter 46

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    As if the situation hadn’t been bad enough with Jayce’s friends having seen the photo, it had already been copied and we were seeing it pop up on various websites. Some of Shannon’s fans were mercilessly criticizing me and straight up lying about my past, calling me a horrible parent. Shannon had actually taken my phone away from me so that I couldn’t obsess over the negativity anymore.

Shannon was on the phone with Jared and put him on speaker. He was being really supportive and even promised to get a message out to the fans, asking them not to share the photo anymore and to please not spread any more rumors.

I thanked him and told him how I valued the effort, but it wasn’t going to change. The damage had already been done. I had seen things like this happen in the past and knew that no matter who said what, it would just keep going.

  Thankfully, Ryan’s parents were down to earth and even though they had seen the infamous photo, Marina called it classy. I laughed, believing there was nothing classy about it, but she was a lot like me, extremely laid back, but with less tattoos. She volunteered to keep Jayce for a few days and between the move and the chaos surrounding the anonymous asshole who posted the photos, aka Stephanie, I agreed. Shannon had a spacious house and he had it tastefully furnished, so I gave Nadia most of my furniture, since her small apartment was basically bare. She was thrilled to have a semi-new couch and coffee table.

  It had taken so long to box everything up, but when it came to actually load and transfer it to Shannon’s house, it went really fast. He had lots of friends and Jared even sent some of his employees to help. By midday, my old apartment was completely empty.

  Mark and I still weren’t talking and I was dreading going in to work the following day. It just seemed that time was going by so fast and I couldn’t possibly go through all of my things in a few hours. We shoved everything into one room at Shannon’s home and closed the door. The plan was to work through it slowly and decide what we wanted to keep and what we wanted to get rid of. Jayce’s bedroom furniture really needed to go to Mark’s place since my son had limited things there, but I held off because if Stephanie would be there, Jayce wouldn’t. I’d see to that.

 Once everyone left, Shannon and I talked about ordering some take out and curling up on the couch for a flick. I hated to even go out in public with all of the shit talking lately. We hadn’t even made a decision on what to order when Nadia arrived. She was all smiles as she rushed past Shannon and excitedly plopped on the sofa next to me. “I love you Blue and I have something juicy for you.”

 Shannon grinned, “Wait, let me get comfortable and just so you know, I don’t normally share my girlfriend, but since you’ve basically become family, I’ll make a sacrifice this time.” He sat across from us, slouching in the chair and folding his arms across his stomach. The most evil smirk he could manage lit up his face.

 Both of us, at the exact same time shot him an irritated expression. “Bite me Shannon!” Nadia said, tossing her bag at him and he caught it, opening it and looking at the contents inside. She didn’t seem to care and turned her attention back to me. “So! I got to work and I could hear Mark closed up in his office, slamming things around. I decided to go into your area and put my shit away, because I knew you weren’t coming in and didn’t want to disturb him. Anyway! Fucking Stephanie shows up.. so, I go out back for a smoke, right? Well, all of a sudden, I hear little miss prim and proper yapping on her phone, so being the nosey bitch I am, I listened in.” She giggled and I was still trying to realize her point.

“Okay....”

 “She was blabbing to her husband!” Her voice was all high pitched and she was beaming with excitement. “The whore is still married and guess what? She’s using Mark as a threat against her hubby! She’s blackmailing him for cash, saying that Mark will kick his ass if he doesn’t comply with what she wants!” She couldn’t sit still and even Shannon got serious, leaning forward to listen intently. “I looked him up and even went to see him. He’s the exact opposite of Mark, all nerdy like, but obviously fucking loaded! He’s no sexy stud like Mark..” She but her lip and glanced down at the floor. “Sorry, I still find that silver fox sexy as hell. Anyway! Charles is absolutely fucking terrified of Mark, she lied and told him that Mark is in a gang. Oh my God Blue, he’s supposed to call me, we are all supposed to meet for dinner. Come on you guys! This is exactly what we've been waiting for. He’s behind the audit at RI and can answer a bunch of your questions! Let’s go!”

 “Oh my God!” I looked at Shannon.

“Interesting..” He said, standing up and giving the purse over to her. “Where are we going?”

Nadia stood and took her purse. “This sushi restaurant that he suggested.”

I grabbed my purse and took my phone from Shannon, looking downward at the missed calls from an unknown number that had called me twice. “Shit.” I followed them out and listened to the voice mail message. Nadia climbed into the back seat, giving Shannon directions. “Hello, I’m attempting to reach Scarlett McKinney. My name is Wanda Anderson and I’m calling on behalf of the Bureau of child protective services and I’d appreciate it if you could return my call at your earliest convenience.” She rattled off a phone number and I almost threw up, dropping my phone in my lap.

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Bound by Ink -- Chapter 39

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Warnings: Viiolence

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As I stood there watching Mark and Stephanie talking I found myself frozen in place. She certainly didn't look like someone who had spent the night worrying about the kid she had nearly killed with her selfish antics. She was already dressed to the nines, bleached blonde hair carefully styled, false eyelashes and red lipstick in place, head to toe in white like she was trying to suggest innocence. What I wanted to do was walk up to her and punch her in her stupid perfect nose. The problem was I also wanted to be in Jayce's room when he woke up again, and that was going to be hard to do if I had to call Shannon to bail me out of jail. And I was pretty sure that Stephanie was just petty enough to press charges.

Some of the gang from the shop had come in – which made sense, as much time as Jayce spent at Reckless Ink he was in some ways our communal child – and Callie was there too. She spotted me frozen in the hallway and rushed over to me, throwing her arms around me.  

“Blue, I'm so sorry you're all having to go through this. I'm glad Jayce did so good with surgery though.”

I hugged her back but my eyes stayed locked on Stephanie. “Thanks, Callie. Thanks for coming down,” I replied woodenly.

Callie turned and looked over her shoulder at Stephanie. “So is that the wildebeest Mark has been seeing? I guess it was nice of her to come by and check on things, right?”

“What? Didn't anyone tell you?” I asked in disbelief, finally waking up enough to walk into the waiting room where everyone else was. “Stephanie here nearly killed my son,” I said loudly as I planted myself in front of her.

“Dammit, Blue, not this again,” Mark said. “It was an accident.”

“What was an accident?” Nadia asked with a sniffle. Her face was red and puffy and her eyes were bloodshot. Jared seemed to have made a hasty exit at some point and I wondered if her tears were related to that rather than Jayce's now rapidly improving condition.

“Stephanie locked Jayce in his bedroom then the two of them went out into the backyard for beers and god knows what else,” I explained. “Jayce had to call Shannon and I to come rescue him because his own father, who was supposed to be watching him, was too busy sucking up to his current piece of ass to know what was going on with his son.”

Stephanie's face became stone. “I said I did not lock him in his room. Not on purpose anyway. You can't seriously believe him. He hates me, he'd say anything...”

“My son does not lie to me, and he certainly wouldn't start over something this important,” I retorted, squaring off. I was determined not to hit her but she didn't know that. “You've done nothing but be rude and dismissive to him since you met him, which makes me wonder why you are dating a guy you had to have known from the beginning had a teenage son, since you seem to hate kids so much.”

“Well perhaps if you would teach him some manners and to respect his elders....”

“Ladies!” Mark said loudly, trying to step in between Stephanie and me. I was done with his apologizing for her.

“Why are you even standing up for her? Why aren't you looking out for your son? What's gotten into you?” I demanded of him.

Mark ignored my question. “Look, I know it's been hard, us starting to date for real is a big adjustment. But you have got to stop imagining insults where none are intended.”

“She isn't imagining shit,” Nadia piped up. “Stephanie is horrible to Jayce. I don't know why you're not seeing it but Blue isn't the problem here.”

Stephanie crossed her arms and huffed. “Well of course you would take her side. Maybe if she would pay attention her son and discipline him properly instead of whoring around with musicians the way the two of you do...”

It happened so fast that it was over before I realized it even started. Nadia's eyes went narrow and her fist flew at Stephanie, catching her in her right eye. Stephanie shrieked and spluttered and then lunged at Nadia, grabbing her vibrant pink hair and yanking it for all she was worth. I had to admit she was scrappier than I anticipated, but Nadia wasn't having any of it, punching Stephanie again before tackling her to the floor. Mark and I both jumped into the fray, me pulling Nadia away and Mark grabbing Stephanie. I looked around quickly to make sure security didn't look as if they were about to swoop in and then steered Nadia out the door, intending to take her out for a smoke and to cool down.

“Are you going to let your employee treat me like that? You're going to fire her aren't you?” Stephanie whined before turning on the waterworks. “Someone call the police. I've been assaulted!”

I let go of Nadia long enough to wheel around and put my face inches from Stephanie's. “You can the police and while they're here I'll be having a little chat with them about unlawful confinement and inflicting medical harm on a minor,” I growled. Then I turned to Mark. “I had better not hear she has been within a hundred yards of Jayce or I swear to Christ, Mark, I will take you to court for custody.”

I didn't give him time to answer, just grabbed Nadia and hurried her out of there.

Once we were outside Nadia lit a cigarette with shaking hands, inhaling deeply and then blowing out a great plume of smoke before speaking. “I'm sorry, Blue. I shouldn't have hit her, I know I probably just made things worse. But she's so awful, and when I heard what she had done to Jayce....”

“Don't worry about it,” I said as I slumped bag against the concrete wall of the parking garage. The adrenaline that had flooded my system in the moment was already starting to wear off and I felt shaky and nauseated. “I would have hit her myself if it didn't mean risking not being here for Jayce.”

“What the fuck does Mark see in her anyway?” Nadia asked. “I mean, I admit, she's very pretty if you like the type. But I didn't think Mark did. Like that type.” She took another drag from her cigarette and I mentally filled in the “I thought Mark liked women like us,” part of that thought myself.

“I don't know, Nadia. It's like I don't even know him anymore. If anyone had told me Mark would let a woman endanger his relationship with his son, I would have said they were crazy. But here we are...”

We stood there quietly contemplating the situation for several minutes before Callile joined us. “She left,” she reported. “She threw a big hissy fit and threatened again to call the cops but Mark said something to her and she took off.” She gestured toward Nadia, getting a nod from her before taking her cigarette and helping herself to a long drag. “This is all really fucked up.”

I nodded. “I don't know how to get through to Mark. He just doesn't see her for what she is. Is he just that desperate to get laid? Is her pussy made of gold or something?”

Callie laughed. “Men are so easily led astray by their dicks,” she observed. “It would be funnier if it weren't so pathetic.”

“I have kid upstairs recovering from surgery that says this isn't funny at all,” I groused.

“Shit, hon, I didn't mean it like that,” Callie quickly apologized. “Besides, you've got a good one now.”

“I always thought Mark was a good one,” I said. “Just not for me. But lately, I just don't know.”

Callie reached over and patted me on the back. “How are things going with Shannon?” she asked by way of changing the subject.

In all the commotion I had nearly forgotten Shannon's little bombshell. “if I tell you guys something, can you promise not to repeat it under pain of death?” I asked.

“Oh my god you're pregnant!” Callie blurted out.

“NO,” I said rolling my eyes. “But Shannon wants me and Jayce to move in with him.”

Callie squealed for joy, throwing her arms around me but I wasn't  prepared for Nadia's reaction – she burst into full on sobs.

“Nadia?” I asked, bewildered. “What's wrong?”

“I'm sorry,” she managed to squeeze out between sucking in great sniffling lungfuls of air. “Don't mind me.”

“No, something is clearly wrong. What's up?”

Nadia sobbed for another minute before replying. “Jared dumped me.”

“Oh I'm sorry,” I told her, and Callie and both gave her big hugs, even though my head was saying “Finally!” From the way she had reacted about mine and Shannon's big news, I wondered if she'd had visions of the four of us together as some sort of besties, hanging out as couples with me on Shannon's arm and her on Jared's. Things never should have gotten that far. I resolved to give Jared a good chewing out the next time I saw him.

“I guess I should have known better,” Nadia said. “I'm so stupid when it comes to men.”

“We've all been there,” Callie told her as she patted her back reassuringly.

Nadia nodded and started digging through her pockets, looking for something to blow her nose or wipe her face with. Her expression changed to one of panic quickly. “Fuck, I can't find my phone. I must have dropped it when that bitch jumped me.”

We quickly hurried back upstairs but no matter how thoroughly we searched that waiting room the phone was nowhere to be found. Nadia confirmed that she had insurance on it, and I reassured her that it would be inconvenient to replace it, sure, but she could probably get it taken care of pretty quickly. She wasn't placated, however, and continued to search frantically, leaving word with security to notify her immediately if anyone turned it in. I finally had to leave her to her search as I knew Jayce would be waking up again soon and I had promised him I would be there.

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Bound By Ink -- Chapter 26

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It warmed my heart to see Shannon winning over Jayce little by little. I mean, don't get me wrong, there was still a long way to go for Jayce to fully accept Shannon, but these small gestures went a long way.

I sat back with Nadia as we watched the instructor cover some basics with Jayce. He had a huge smile on his face and was listening attentively, nodding here and there.

When it was time to get on the bike, I watched him and Shannon doing a few laps. I could feel the adrenaline was taking over. Shannon's eyes had been glowing like a kid in a candy shop ever since we arrived.

I looked over at Nadia, who was still pouting after the whole party fiasco. I poked her, smiling at her. "You okay there?"

She sighed, focusing her eyes on me. "Yeah, I guess..." She whispered. "I'm really sorry about tonight, Blue. I didn't mean to embarrass anyone..."

I placed my hand over hers, shaking my head. "It's fine, Nadia... Don't worry about it!" I got up, dusting my pants off and reaching out my hand. "How about we go have some fun, huh?"

She looked at the bikes, a smidge of fear on her face. "I don't know, Blue... Bikes aren't really my thing..."

"C'mon, live a little. You'll have a blast, I promise..."

"What if I fall down?"

"Then you dust yourself off and pick yourself back up again!" I coached. "C'mon... You'll feel much better after it, I promise."

"Ugh, fine..." She smiled, taking my hand as we headed towards the instructor. He got us some overalls and helmets, going over the basics with us. This wasn't my first time at one of these.

Shannon stopped when he spotted us, taking off his helmet. "You coming over, beautiful?"

"Yep. And I'm gonna beat your ass."

"Oooh, is that a threat?"

"No, it's a promise."

"What do I get out of it if I win?" He asked. "Because let me tell you right now, I won't go down easily..."

I let my eyes do all the talking, Shannon's mouth turning up into a smirk before putting the helmet back on. I took the bike, stopping next to him and revving the engine. Jayce was hanging back with Nadia, watching us.

"How many laps?" Shannon asked.

"3."

Shannon revved his engine too and I could feel his smirk. Oh, I was about to wipe it out of his face. I took off with him on my heel, laughing at the fact that he probably cursed under his breath. I knew he was gonna say I won because I had a head start.

I felt free, the adrenaline pumping through my system as we did a few laps. I felt like I was flying, all my problems fading into the background.

I didn't even notice the laps were done and Shannon wasn't at my side anymore. I just kept going, letting go of all the frustration I felt.

When I did stop, Shannon and Jayce were engaging in conversation. Nadia was doing a few laps on another track, seemingly getting the hang of it. I removed my helmet, leaving it with the instructor before heading to them.

Jayce walked off when I got there. "Hey, where's he going?"

"Bathroom." Shannon said. "Hey there, cheater!"

I laughed, wrapping my arms around him, his pouty face making me laugh harder. "I didn't cheat."

"You had a head start. Or I would've won."

"You keep telling yourself that!" I laughed, pecking his lips. He wasn't kissing back, his pout still in place. "Aww, c'mon Shan. How about I make it up to you?"

"How?"

I placed my mouth next to his ear, whispering. "I'll let you eat me for dinner tomorrow." I pulled back, winking at the look on his face.

"You're killing me here, Scarlett."

"Good."

He pulled me into a kiss, wrapping his arms around me as I let myself get lost in him for a few seconds. Nadia had a huge smile on her face when she walked back to us and I could tell she was feeling much better than when we first arrived. Jayce returned after a bit and we headed out, everyone's mood seemingly lighter.

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Bound By Ink -- Chapter 19

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    “Have you seen the back to my earring Jayce?” I was rushing around trying to get ready for our night out with Shannon. Jayce was sitting at the table, drawing yet another gothic masterpiece and as usual, waiting until the last possible minute to get his shoes on.

   Without stopping or glancing up, he responded. “Why would I know where the back of your earring is, it’s not like I have any piercings, that’s all you and dad.” I huffed and went back into my room to look and see if I overlooked it a minute ago. “Do I seriously have to go with you? I told you, I don’t care about your boyfriend and I’d rather just go stay at the shop with dad.”

I pulled off the back to a different earring, dropping the earring itself back it into my jewelry box and shoving the back in place behind my ear. “You most certainly do. Be nice Jayce, he specifically invited you in an attempt to get to know you better, and let’s not forget that you owe me after trying to give me a heart attack the other day at school.” I made an appointment with his specialist that I loved so much for Friday afternoon and there have been no more issues since, so I was confident he’d be fine until then.

 He stopped in the doorway, watching me look myself over. “That’s blackmail mom! Ryan’s mom would never do that to him and besides, what’s he care about getting to know me anyway?”

  I glared at him in the mirror before spinning around to see that he finally had his shoes on. “Ahh the joys of motherhood, first you carry them for nine months and then you go through hours of agonizing pain, pushing them out only to use them as your own personal slave once they’re old enough. Jayce, sweety, I’m not Ry’s mom, I’m yours, and blackmail is just the tip of the iceberg.” I kissed his cheek as I passed him, continuing with my little speech as I wandered around the kitchen making sure none of the appliances were left on. “Shannon is a nice guy Jayce, asking to have you present should be taken as a compliment, not an insult. That shows effort on his part that he cares enough to get to know you. Jayce, you know that I rarely ask much of you, I mean you’re the best kid I could have ever asked for. For the most part you stay out of trouble and do extremely well in school, but can you please do this one thing for me? I’m not asking you to kiss his ass, just be pleasant.”

  He stood there, shoving his hands in his pockets and mulling over what I was asking him to make a life decision. Letting out a frustrated breath, he stared at me. “Okay, I’ll do it for you and mom, stop checking yourself, you look nice.”

 Little shit was gonna make me cry and ruin my makeup. “Thank you,” I responded, trying to stop my watery eyes from making tracks down my face. “Let’s get out of here.” We were meeting Shannon at this Italian restaurant he had been telling me about.

   We parked in the parking garage and walked to the front of the restaurant, where Shannon was waiting. “Hey beautiful,” he whispered, leaning forward and giving me a sweet kiss. “Jayce, it’s good to see you again.” He held out his hand for Jayce to shake.  

 “Hi,” my son said reluctantly, but gave a half smile for effort. Like a true gentleman, Shannon held the door open for us and we entered. We were immediately taken to a table. I didn’t realize how fancy it was and was already kicking myself for not making Jayce change into some better clothing.

  Jayce pulled the pencil and folded up piece of paper from his back pocket. It was his sketch from earlier and he continued right where he left off. “Really Jayce?” I knew he was doing it to avoid conversation, but I wasn’t having it.

“What is that? Can I see?” Shannon asked and I watched Jayce shrug and hand him the paper with the drawing of a skull wearing a top hat. “Wow, this is really good Jayce. Dude, you should consider doing this professionally, one day.” Jayce was beaming at the compliment and Shannon nudged me. “That talent was passed down by some amazing, artistic parents.”

 “I can see art in my future, but I know that I don’t want to tattoo like my parents.” It was the first time I ever heard Jayce say that and I stared at him, shocked and kind of relieved.

“So, you guys have any idea what you feel like eating?” Shannon asked, clasping his hands on top of the table, not even bothering to look over the menu.

  I watched my son’s eyes pop out when looking through the selections. “I think I’m going with the spinach ravioli with mushrooms. Jayce, there’s grilled chicken.” I knew my son could be very picky at times and he loved all things normal boys do, burgers and chicken. He certainly wasn’t used to fine dining at places like this. With my crazy work hours, I would often cook ahead of time and freeze it, that way, Jayce could just heat it up and eat.

 “Mom they have lobster here. I’ve never had lobster.” He was so excited. Jayce always was adventurous, but I thought he should stick to something he knows he likes rather than waste food.

  “Kiddo, you might not like it. Maybe get something you know you will enjoy, like chicken.”

Shannon put his hand over mine. “Scarlett I hope I’m not stepping on your toes here, but I think you should let him choose. I know you look at him like your baby boy, but tonight, at this table, he’s a young man who can choose his meal.”

“Okay,” he was right, I did baby him and it wasn’t my intention to, but like Shannon said, I guess I’ll always look at him like a little kid.

He winked over at Jayce just as the waiter came over. “Order whatever you want.” Jayce, of course, ordered the lobster and I stuck with the spinach ravioli and mushrooms. Shannon ordered the salmon and after the waiter left the table, Shannon looked at my son as he took my hand. “So, I just wanted to tell you that I really like your mom a lot and I’ve enjoyed the dates we’ve been on. Would you mind if I asked your permission to date her exclusively, you know, she and I will agree not to see anyone else? I mean, if you don’t want me to, I won’t. I just thought that it’s the polite thing to do.”

 I side eyed him when he looked from Shannon and then over to me, but he didn’t disappoint me. “I’d be okay with that.”

 “Thanks, man, I promise to treat her right and take care of her.” Shannon was all smiles and after that, you couldn’t shut Jayce up. He ended up finding that he was a fan of lobster, which shocked me. The boys talked over dinner about their mutual love for skulls, music, and of course more art. I gave a few nods and an occasional smile, listening to the conversation flow. Shannon showed Jayce some photos of his brother's drawings and the two of them certainly seemed to have created a nice little friendship. It was great to watch Jayce open up a little, even sharing with Shannon the fact that he was diabetic.

When it was over, Shannon walked us to my car and Jayce kept going, leaning over the guardrail and allowing us a little privacy. Shannon’s arms wrapped around me, giving me a warm kiss. “I had a good time getting to know Jayce, he’s a great kid Scarlett.”

 Grinning, I slid my arms around his neck. “Thank you for trying so hard, I’ve never had a guy go out of his way to really want to get to know him. It means a lot to me.”

 He squeezed me tighter, giving me that classic wink. “Their loss. He’s part of you and if they really cared about you, they’d want to get to know him. Too late now, you’re all mine.” He pulled me even closer, brushing the hair from my shoulder. “I hate to say goodnight, but I know you gotta get him home. Just for the record, you would have been my dessert tonight.”

  Clutching him to me, I whispered right back. “I’m sorry, next date will be just you and me.” Pressing my lips to that little triad tattoo, I snuck in a bite before pulling away.

 He gripped my wrists and kissed my neck. My skin tingled where his lips touched me and my heart began to beat erratically. “Such a tease. Thanks for that little demo of what I’ll be missing, I’ll have to remember it when I’m getting myself off in the shower later.”

  “You should call me instead. I don’t wanna brag or anything, but I’m quite good at some filthy phone sex.” I raised my eyebrows, noting the smirk on his face.

 “Sold, but you call me when you’re free. I’ll be waiting gorgeous.�� Giving me a soft, passionate kiss, he moved away. “Jayce, have a good night and I’ll be seeing you again.”

 Jayce cane hopped down and walked to the passenger side door. “Later,” he called out and narrowed his eyes at me. “What?”

 I slid into my seat and started my car. “Thank you, tonight was perfect.”

 He looked away, out the window, like he was annoyed. “He’s alright I guess.” He was so full of shit, he had a good time, even if he wouldn’t admit it to me, or maybe he felt like he was betraying his father.

“Thank you anyway, you were very polite and I appreciate it.”

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Bound By Ink -- Chapter 8

Disclaimer: Fiction.

Warnings: Light Smut

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My heart was racing in my chest as he parked the car, turning and studying me. "I hope it's okay I brought you here. I feel we could use some privacy after what happened at the shop-"

"It's fine, Shannon. Don't overthink it."

He grinned at me, unbuckling his seatbelt and exiting the car. He slipped his hand in mine and we headed inside. "Can I get you anything to drink? I don't have much, all things considered, but I can get you a water or soda."

"Water's fine, thank you."

"I'll be right back. Make yourself at home." He planted a kiss on my cheek, heading into what I assumed was the kitchen as I took off my jacket, sitting on the couch, Mark's words from the day before ringing in my head.

Shannon came back with a bottle of a water and I twisted the cap, taking a few gulps as he did the same, sitting next to me. I placed the bottle down on the coffee table, turning to watch him lick his lips.

"C'mere you..." He whispered, pulling me into his lap, his hand tucking away a piece of hair behind my ear that had fallen forward. "You seem pensive. Is everything okay?"

I smiled at how caring he was, those deep honey eyes studying my face. All thoughts of Mark fell away as I looked into them. "Yeah, everything's okay..." I whispered, smiling and inching closer.

His lips on mine ignited a fire in the pit of my stomach, my hands holding his shoulders as his trailed down my back, pulling me closer to him. His kiss was intoxicating, his skilled tongue stroking mine gently, gaining momentum.

When we came up for air, I could see just how dark his eyes had gotten, lust clouding his features. 'What the hell are you doing, Blue?' I could hear my head scream at me, but right now I didn't give a damn. I needed to lose a little control or I would go crazy.

Of course, there was a nagging at the back of my brain. The doubt Mark had arisen in me making me think maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Shannon must have noticed the shift in my body because he tensed.

"Scarlett? We don't have to do anything you don't want." He said, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb stroking it softly.

I sighed, pressing my head to his shoulder. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to ruin our night. It's just that... What are we even doing, Shannon? You probably have tons of girls you can choose from... Younger ones and... Why me?"

"Shhh..." Shannon whispered, pecking my lips softly. "Look, I don't care about those other girls. Yes, I flirt back with fans but that's kinda part of my job description. I would never chase anything so fleeting. I've made that mistake once. Hell, I've made a lot of mistakes in my past but I'm trying to make up for them. I'm a different person now and trust me when I say this, there's no one that I'd rather be here with now other than you."

The fact that he gave a much more lengthy explanation than I was hoping for spoke volumes about how open he wanted to be with me and told me I was right about him. I didn't care about his past, for now, figuring he would talk to me about it when he was ready. It's not like was hiding anything. After all, the information was there for anyone that wanted to get it.

I kept on overthinking too much because of Mark and Jayce, but I couldn't let them ruin this for me. It had been a long time since I found someone I could be myself with, so I was gonna take this as far as it would go. Even if it was just a hot fuck.

"Thank you," I whispered, pressing my lips to his, my arms wrapping around his neck. Hearing him groan into the kiss made me grin, feeling his hands on the skin of my legs, where my skirt had ridden up.

I pulled back to look at him, that playful smirk almost making my legs buckle. I'm sure they would had I been standing up. "I'm glad your phone isn't interrupting us tonight," Shannon whispered, trailing a finger across my collarbone.

"Jayce is at my mom's. He doesn't even know I'm on a date. I'm sure my phone would be blowing up by now if he knew." I chuckled, shaking my head. "That kid can be overprotective, much like his dad."

"Well, I would wanna protect a pretty little thing like you too..." He purred, leaning forward to trail kisses down my neck, making me moan lowly. "Fuck, that's hot..."

"Shannon..." I whispered, tilting my head further so he could have access, his teeth biting down gently, making me moan louder.

His hands cupped my ass, my hips grinding into his hardness, my head spinning at how good it all felt. He trailed his hand back up, cupping my breast roughly. I couldn't keep the moans in anymore, the build-up far too good for me to stop this.

I could feel it coiling in the pit of my stomach, his hands pushing down the straps of my top and bra, his full lips locking around a nipple, his hand toying with the other as I writhed harder into his lap.

Hearing him moan around my nipple did me in and I came with a moan of his name on my lips. He held me tight against him as we breathed heavily, tucking me in the curve of his neck.

I let my hand trail down his stomach, but he stopped me, holding it to his chest and shaking his head. I looked into his eyes as he smiled, licking his lips. "It's been a while since I came from dry humping but then again that's how fucking sexy you are."

I laughed along with him as we sat there after I rearranged my bra and top into place. We settled into a pleasant silence, just cherishing being in the presence of each other, his hand stroking my back gently.

We ended up falling asleep right there on the couch, waking early the next day. Shannon let me use his shower before driving me to work so I wouldn't be late. The kiss goodbye made my legs shaky and my heart flutter.

Throughout the day, I couldn't keep the smile off of my face. Even Mark's scowly face couldn't get me down. Around lunchtime, there was delivery for me. A bouquet of red roses with a note that made me laugh.

'Last night was amazing. Let's do it again soon. And not my brother's soon either. - Yours, Winkie.'