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here's a newer snippet (like. five minutes old) from I admit, I confess, I surrender aka the touch starved Eddie fic

“My brother’s worried about you,” Maddie tells him one day, apropos of nothing. The words are gentle, passed quietly across the cafe table between them and mingling with the steam rising out of their to-go cups. It’s rare for the two of them to have the same day off, but it’s not like Eddie is working much lately. Most of his time that isn’t spent traveling back and forth between all the different types of therapy he now needs is spent at home on his couch, where he had been when Maddie showed up on his doorstep to drag him out into the Los Angeles sun. He sees where Buck gets it now.

Eddie looks up at her, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he wonders what would be an appropriate response. Maybe he should be, doesn’t sound like the right thing to say. So am I, doesn’t either. He takes a sip of his coffee. Regular, one cream and two sugars, the most boring order in the world according to everyone he’s ever met. The scalding liquid burns his tongue.

“I’m okay,” he says. The lie burns his tongue too. 

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[eliotferrer]

I started my massage journey in 2009 when I enrolled in a year long massage training in Los Angeles.  It has been very rewarding. It has taught me a lot about how to be at  services of others.  Thought out the years, I had also trained in other massage modalities to enhance my skills sets; such as Cranio  Sacral, Thai, Shitsu, Cupping, Lomi Lomi and reflexology. Apart from being a massage therapist, I enjoy traveling as well as reading they are both very  rewarding and fulfilling

[lamentingwclf]

It does sound incredibly sad, and he bites back the urge to say, me neither. It is a vulnerability he's refusing to give because despite his disagreements with Sam over sharing his past, it is safer keeping her at a distance. It is also arguably cruel, cold, and calculated, but these are all things he would rather feel in trying to protect himself. It was a vicious cycle of neither quite knowing where they stand with the other, and actively not processing these feelings is a specialty.

So he buries his hands in his jacket pockets, leans back against the car, and waits. Waits and tries to recover the memories lost to him - all the small details that are still fuzzy around the edges. Shuri and her team in Wakanda were honest with him when he finally asked the question - will I remember everything? Their resounding likely not was not a surprise, but it did not lessen the blow. He remembered everyone he killed as the Winter Soldier, which was a penance in and of itself, but the statistical data of the Dodgers players in 1934, his favorite ice cream flavor, or what he'd gotten for Christmas from his father the year he died? It was gone forever.

Granted, two of the three could be rectified, it was the principle of it.

He stares up at the house and tries to remember, and what he comes up with is being brought on to maintain the pool and lawn at sixteen. At eighteen, one of her mother's friend's propositioned him for the first time, and while he can't recall exactly how he'd turned her down then, the next time he hadn't. The next time she'd given him an offer he could not refuse. It still wasn't something he was proud of, but it had let him give an opportunity to a sister that would not have had it otherwise. At twenty, she started mentioning Harry for the first time, and he'd come to visit that summer. It was the first time they met, and it ended with Bucky pulling one of her friends into the guest house for the night. At twenty-one, he didn't come back.

"Alright, I'm coming." He tells her, with faint amusement, when she inevitably comes back. He knew the ground would be too hard, but up to this point, he'd been able to shelter her from the brunt of the strength he carried now. He makes short work of it, and shoos her off when the box is exposed to pull it free himself. He's curious, about what's inside, but if it is something she wanted to share, she would. The hole is filled in, and patted with the flat end of the shovel. The owners, if looking, will notice the disturbance, but if they say anything, neither will know, as they are already tucked back in the car.

Bucky turns the heat up, and switches on her seat warmer.

The gift is equally and not a surprise, though he wished there hadn't been such a fuss over it. She's correct, he would have liked it then, and he likes it now, though it's a heavy memory between them that he didn't, technically, make it to his twenty-sixth birthday. "Did you know after they finished their season in 1957, O'Malley moved the team to Los Angeles. Imagine my surprise when I woke up."

And in a rare display of affection, after tucking the gift in the cup holder, Bucky reaches out with a gloved hand and touches the tips of his fingers to the back of her own hand. Then, he puts the car in reverse and backs back onto the street. "One more stop."

It's another hour and a half in the opposite direction, still away from the city, but not entirely considered suburbs either that Bucky takes her. The houses are more spaced out than traditional neighborhoods, actual acreage. He pulls up to one that from the outside has good bones, but needs work. It's what drew him to it, the inevitable ability to choose an end result. He's leaning against the car again, giving her enough space to do the same on his right side, and waits until she's next to him to explain.

"I put an offer in a few months ago." Right after finishing the court mandated therapy, actually. It was driven by a need to get out of the city, to feel useful, and sever the ties provided to him by the government. "I put off moving when it was accepted because of everything that happened." Because of her, is what he wasn't saying, but not unkindly. "At first, I just wanted you to have a little bit of normalcy, but I can see now that being in Brooklyn with everything being so different - it's not normal, or good." Something he should know based on his own past experience.

"I want to give you something that I didn't get a lot of over the last few years - a choice. You can stay, in Brooklyn, in the apartment - it's paid for. You can come with me, move here as early as the next week. You can go with Sam, he'll take you to Delacroix, where you can stay with Sarah for a bit. Or - " And he's not pausing to draw this out for the sake of dramatics. He's pausing because it's actually a choice that hurts him, deeply. "There's a way for you to be sent home. Home home. To your family."

"My summer house," Gwen confirms though she knows the extent of it being "her" summer house is long long gone. Who even knew if it was in the family anymore- and honestly that part of it- she didn't want to find out. She's about to open her mouth a beg more when Bucky tells her it's going to take a moment, but slowly she nods. The idea of riding on the back of his motorcycle for an hour and a half out of the city wasn't exactly appealing to her. Quickly the woman turns and retreats to the small room that had now been deemed hers for the time being, placing a few more articles of clothing Sam's sister....Sarah (she thinks it was) had sent her way. Clothes that were beyond foreign to her. But they sure were comfortable.

She manages to muster up a small smile for Sam as she slips into the car, and just like the first time she was placed in one in this strange new era, she felt like crying. It was new- too different. But there wasn't much she could do about it.

Knees are tucked up to her chest, blanket up to her chin, as Bucky drives, biting her lip, and fights every emotion from curiosity to pure sadness as he drives out of the city that was now far too loud and bright for her liking. But once they were out...that was almost worse. There was such a familiarity to it. New houses, houses gone....the road was even different. But landscape the same...and the lowering....it was still just as beautiful.

When they finally begin the way to the home, she can't help the way her heart drops, and the urge to cry out for her family was strong- too strong. But she remains quiet and wipes at her eyes. Shakily Gwen gets out of the car, the cold wind chilling her already frozen bones but she makes her way to Bucky and takes the shovel. "I don't have anywhere to go," Gwen whispers back, not intending it to sound as sad as it does.

With a deep breath she begins walking towards the trees. Bury it. Her mother's words echoes in her head over and over again as she walks through the forestry, sniffling and wiping her eyes as she looks for the tree she needed. That same tree a cocky 11 year old boy tried climbing and got stuck in that one hot summer day he and Steve were allowed to come for a weekend.

Finally she sees it, fingers coming up to trace along the bark. It looks the same...finally...something the exact same. Her head rests against it for a moment, letting a few more tears flow before she makes her first attempt at trying to break the ground with the shovel. And some of it comes up....some of it. But the ground is still cold and hard and suddenly a fear that she'll never get it comes creeping over and more tears fall as she drops the shovel and runs back to Bucky.

"I-I can't get it," Gwen cries, out of breath from her tears and running back to him. "The ground is too hard- I can't get it! I can't get it!" It was pathetic really, to be making a scene over a box....her grandmother would have surely slapped her and her parents....good grief they would have hauled her inside and shamed her at the very least. 'You're a lady. Pull it together before someone sees you such a mess.'

It's no surprise that Bucky tells her he'll do it and quickly Gwen nods, going to the car and grabs her blanket and shows Bucky where he needs to dig. "R-Right there. It's a large wooden box."

Her sniffling diminishes a bit as he digs, brown hues staring at the ground until finally...she sees a bit of wood. Immediately Gwen drops to her knees, letting Bucky dig just a bit more before her hands start grabbing at it- but soon enough his hand shoos her away and he grabs it for her and quickly Gwen snatches it, hugging it to her chest as tight as she possibly could.

When their back in the car she finally opens it, but not enough to look through it all...it was too painful now, but to swiftly grab the small box still wrapped in a dark green wrapping paper and black bow. Dirty. But still intact. "H-Here," Gwen sputters out then hugs the box back to her chest, glancing at the box that inside held a baseball with the autograph of Bucky's childhood favorite baseball player, Zach Wheat, on it.

"I...I got this for you for your 26th birthday.....I.....I figured you'd like it.."

[orionares]

BTHB: Ambulance Ride, Part 1

BTHB: Ambulance Ride

NCIS: Los Angeles 

@badthingshappenbingo

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A/N: Trigger warning for mentions/ descriptions of domestic violence 

A/N2: This is a 2-3 parter.

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"So how's this supposed to work?"

Investigator Marty Deeks takes a sip of a lukewarm cup of coffee and settles on the couch. He already knows the answer to the question he's just asked the therapist sent down from Washington but there's nothing else his brain can think of at 7am. 

Christina Alexander, a Navy clinical psychologist, chuckles, "I'm very low key. I let my patients take the lead."

"Well, it's early, I'm hungry and it's 7am," Deeks replies. He takes another sip of coffee. "My chattiness usually kicks in 7:30, maybe 7:45."

"Ahh, there's the snark I've heard about. What would you be doing if you weren't here?"

Deeks shrugs and nods in the direction of the beach. "Pre….May, I would be sleeping or surfing. But now, I'd be trying to make breakfast for my wife and daug- foster child…teenager."

"Congratulations. How long have you been a foster parent? What are you experiencing?" 

Deeks rises to his feet and places the coffee cup on the table. He walks to the back of the couch and rests his palms on back.  "Why am I in mandated therapy again?"

"Since I came to my position," Christina explains with a glint in her, "I found it best that as the head psychologist, it would be good to meet the agents and investigators who work with the Navy."

"And what does that have to do with Rosa?" 

Christina pulls a small yellow legal pad from her briefcase. She writes down something illegible before looking back up to the Investigator.  "Rosa is such a beautiful name."

"She's an awesome kid,"Deeks agrees. He smiles at the pizza dinner Kensi, Rosa and he had the night before. "She's adjusting so well and Kensi has such a great connection with her."

"And you?"

"I am trying so hard not to screw things up." Deeks tugs on one of the loose strands from a cushion. "I come off a bit chatty and odd and especially don't want to screw this up with the different experiences one can have in a foster home-"

"Investigator Deeks-"

"Marty." He rocks slightly back on his heels. "Some call me Marty-saurus…..not really.  Sorry."

Christina laughs and it eases the tension rising in his chest. "Marty , I can base off of our short interaction that Rosa will be loved and cared for. Plus, with your own experience-"

Deeks straightens up, blue eyes now wide with confusion. "What experience? As a cop?"

Unexpectedly,  Christina hesitates and every cop- investigator instincts start flashing. She's uneasy by his guesstimate, as if his answer wasn't expected.

"Christina, what experience?" Deeks repeats. The psychologist peers down at her briefcase for a brief moment before suggesting, "How about we take a few minutes? I need to make a quick phone call."

She speeds out of the room without a second for him to answer.

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After an excruciating ten minutes, Christina returns to a pacing Deeks. He's on his twenty- seventh lap around the boatshed when she walks in, expression much darker than he had anticipated. 

"Sorry about that," Christina says as she sits down in one of the armchairs. "I just wanted to confirm something before we continue. You said you didn't want to mess up Rosa's foster experience?"

Deeks sighs and walks back towards the couch. "Right before you bolted like a bomb went off, yes. You said I had experience- I had a rough childhood but-"

"What happened after you shot Gordon Brandel?" 

Deeks studies her expression for any clue to her train of thought. "A trip to the police station to get my statement and then it's really a blur after that until I started at a new school in August. I do remember that I stayed with a family friend of my mom for a bit. Why?"

Christina jots down a few details he can see from across the room.

New school

Police Station

Family friend

"You taking notes, Doc?" Deeks jokes nervously. 

"Only important information. Can you tell me about your family friend?"

Deeks scrunches his nose before recalling, “A woman with red hair, a dog….and her husband, " he snaps his fingers, "Laura and Richard! And a dog….named Cookie- no, Cooper."

"Hmmm…do you remember anything specific about your mother in the weeks after the shooting?" Christina asks. 

Deeks shrugs. "I don't- she was-"

"Mamma, I'm so glad we're home."

The voice in the back of his mind is small,  young and although he can't place it,  something deep down in his gut screams that the voice is his own.  Images soon follow of his own messy blonde hair being brushed from his eyes by a thirty something year old Roberta, bandaged and frail appearing.

Wait. Deeks sits up straighter. This feels like a memory. But I don't-

Deeks runs through every detail of that night- His mother had taken a beating two days prior and still had a large gash on her forehead and cheek that hadn't healed when Gordon had stumbled home wasted. Gordon had screamed, ranted at Roberta before with Ray's gun, Deeks had shot him.

"Marty?" Christina's voice breaks through his panic. "Are you with me?"

Deeks shakes his head and his voice comes out in a whisper," I can't- I just remembered looking up to my mother and she looks so much worse than I remember."

"Are you sure you're better?" The same young voice says in the back of his mind. Deeks winces when another image flashes across his mind- him sitting next to his mother on a couch and playing with a hospital ID badge on her wrist.

"Marty, can you hear me?" Christina asks again. 

Deeks' breath hitches and suddenly his face feels very, very warm. "I don't- my mind is telling me that my mom was discharged but I don't remember going to a hospital or going into the hospital. She looks horrible but I shot him before-"

Another memory flashes across his mind- a male EMT looking up to him in an ambulance. "I know this is scary, buddy. We're going to get in contact with your family and if not, there are some really nice families you can stay with until your mom gets better."

"Why am I in an ambulance? We didn't-" Deeks' eyes widen and shoot over to Christina. "What is- why- what aren't you telling me?"

"Your file that I received from Admiral Kilbride details your education and work history along with any major red flags the agency needs to know," Christina explains. "Your file notes, of course, the shooting and the aftermath. "

I'm going to lose my mind, Deeks thinks as his leg begins to bounce. "The aftermath was-"

"How long did it take for you and your mother to return home after the shooting?" 

Deeks bites the inside of his lip and rocks in his seat. "Like a day or two but….that's not right, is it?"

"It isn't." Christina pulls out an aging folder from her briefcase and rests it on the table. The Los Angeles County Department of Family and Child Services sticker sits below the tab. "You didn't go home for six weeks. You were in foster care while your mother healed up in the hospital for six weeks."

Deeks opens his mouth but remains speechless. His heart races in his chest as the truth dawns on him. 

I was in foster care and I have no memory of it. 

"Our minds protect ourselves especially when thrust in traumatic situations and for you, wielding a weapon while your mother suffered from major injuries from Gordon Brandel, sometimes we put away memories or build false ones to protect ourselves." 

"Yeah," Deeks mumbles. Another memory flashes across his mind causing him to wince.

Sirens blaring over the sound of an engine.

A man sitting across from him on a bench tending to someone on a stretcher. 

His hair sticking to his forehead.  

A voice from the man, now shining a light in front of his eyes, yelling, "Goddamn, kid. You shot him!"

A hand touches his elbow and Deeks blinks to see Christina now sitting next to him. He blinks furiously and realizes his cheeks are wet. 

 "Can you tell me how you're feeling right now?" Christina asks. 

He can't bring himself to say- I'm missing bits of my life, mainly one of the most traumatic things in my life. I'm drowning .

—---

"Baby?"

Deeks flinches as Kensi rests a hand on his shoulder. He hadn't heard her enter the boatshed after Christina had offered to call Kensi.

"What do you need?" Kensi asks. She settles on the couch next to him and keeps her voice soft. "What can I do?"

"Explain to me why half of the people in my life knew about a time I had apparently blocked out," Deeks mutters. "Hetty knew….and I'm pretty sure Kilbride didn't hand over a secret file from Hetty without reading it first."

"Did you get in contact with your mom?"

Deeks scoffs and runs his hand over his head. "I didn't- I didnt call her. I don't know what to say. Do I start out with- remember the worst time of our lives? Guess what- I just found it was much, much worse."

Kensi rests her chin against his shoulder and feels his breath hitch. "I don't know what to do, Kens." 

"What do you remember?"

Deeks leans back against the couch and pinches the bridge of his nose. After Christina had left the room to call Kensi, he'd recalled a white, quite fluffy dog sitting next to him in a room he doesn't recognize. "Ambulance…Riding with my mom on a stretcher…the sirens….someone's coat on my shoulder and then Laura and Richard's home."

Kensi nods as she takes in the information. "Bits and pieces. How long were you in foster care?"

"Six weeks."

"They likely put you in foster care during the investigation because no family members were available or it may have been the procedure."

He sits up and Kensi recognizes his eyes are red. " For a weekend, I understand. But six weeks- why the hell did I shut six weeks of my life away and throw away the key? What the hell happened-"

"Deeks, breathe." Kensi wraps her arms around his shoulders and presses her lips against his temple. He trembles under her touch and shuts his eyes. 

"I don't know what to do," Deeks whispers.

"We will figure this out, okay?" Kensi brushes away the rogue bangs covering his eyes. "We can start with Roberta. I'll call her."

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Kensi steps outside the boatshed to call Roberta. 

She takes a moment before actually placing the call to catch her breath. Kensi kneels and listens hard for the ocean. The ebb and flow of the waves calm her only slightly- just like taking breaths. In and out. Inland and back to sea.

"Damn it," Kensi curses under her breath. Actually calling is a lot tougher for the junior agent then suggesting- Kensi blows out a puff of air before pulling up Roberta's call details. 

Just call her. 

Kens presses the call button and waits with the phone on speaker until Roberta answers in a happy mood. “Hello, daughter-in-law of mine, I have to tell you about the couple of things I got for Miss Rosa-”

Kensi’s stomach drops and she runs a hand through her hair. “Bertie-”

“It’s not much,” the older woman continues,”Just a new bed sheet, pillows, a cute little dresser-”

“Roberta!” Kensi exclaims. She hears silence on the other end of the line and continues, “Deeks just found out that he was in foster care but has no memory of it." 

Roberta gasps and Kensi can hear the sound of  a chair moving across the floor on the other end. “What?”

“He doesn’t remember it. Did you know he had no memory of it?"

Roberta sighs .“Who told you?”

“Does it matter?” Kensi snaps. She blows out another puff of air. “He was in a therapy session and it just came out. He has bits and pieces of an ambulance ride and a foster home and reuniting with you."

A sob escapes Roberta. "My boy…my baby boy."

Kensi presses her palm against her forehead and scrunches her nose in frustration.  "But did you know he didn't remember?" 

Roberta replies softly, "I knew but I was desperate because the truth was so much worse. Kensi, my husband almost killed me that night. Marty didn't shoot Gordon until he had beaten me almost into unconsciousness.  He almost killed me that night."

Kensi gasps and covers her mouth. She assumes Deeks hadn't been told any new details about that night and is thankful. "Deeks saved your life," she whispers.

"He thinks he saved me from any harm. I went into the hospital and we didn't have anyone to take him. He went into foster care with a nice couple. When I got him back," Roberta sniffles, "And he was okay and happy, I took it as a gift. He didn't remember and we got to move on."

Kensi feels the anger subside at her comment. “I’m sorry, Bertie. I really am. I can’t imagine what you went through."

Roberta sniffles and coughs to clear her throat. “ Where is he?” 

"We can meet you at your place within the hour." Kensi peers into the boatshed doorway where she sees Deeks sitting, head bowed. "See you soon."

“I’ll be ready.”

The call ends and Kensi can't help but imagine 11 year old Deeks being carried out of an ambulance behind Roberta on a stretcher. Her mind starts to build the next likely steps. 

Cleaning off any injuries from the young boy.

Officers with an advocate asking questions.

Deeks, her Deeks, alone and soon driven away to an unfamiliar home.

Did he even get to say goodbye to Roberta? Kensi wonders. To experience all of that at 11….I can't even imagine. 

[katesbridgerton]

911 Buddie

30. “Ok, yeah. This is exactly what it looks like.”

Hello! Thank you so much for sending the prompt. I hope you enjoy. 💫 Warning: contains 5x2 spoilers.

ficlet starter lines: 30. ok, yeah. this is exactly what it looks like.

It's way past two o'clock in the morning when Buck finds himself on Eddie’s couch; he's uncomfortable, maybe because it's too hot in Los Angeles or more likely because he's terrified.

A resume of what happened a few hours earlier: he and Eddie shared their first kiss and one thing lead to another, he ended up in Eddie’s bed and don't get him wrong... it was amazing. Best sex of his life, no doubt. Feeling Eddie complete him in every way possible was an out of body experience. There's only one problem, Buck loves Eddie. No, no. He doesn't just love Eddie. He's in love with Eddie.

Why is that a problem? Maddie would ask him if he was brave enough to get the phone and call his sister. Well Maddie, — the voice of reason inside his head sounds a lot like hers — the problem is that Eddie’s last relationship was based on what his son felt. And it's no secret that Christopher and Buck love each other.

What if- what if Buck is just Ana 2.0? Something convenient and comfortable?

He hides his face with his hands, bites his lower lip and controls himself not to cry. He can't cry. Crying would probably wake up Eddie and then he would have to share his insecurities... he can't. Not now. Not when the love of his life is finally healing, going to therapy, working on himself. He can't be a weight on Eddie's life.

"Baby?" the smooth and sleep voice calls him, the same way it did earlier when they were in bed.

Buck didn't even notice when Eddie arrived in the living room, but his immediate answer is something straight out of a romcom.

"It's not what it looks like," he says, like he was actually doing something.

"No? You're not spending the night on the couch after our first time?" Eddie asks, carefully taking a seat next to Buck. "Did I hurt you? Are you alright?"

"OK, yeah. That's exactly what it looks like. And I'm physically alright."

"A penny for your thoughts?" Eddie asks in a lower tone, his hand moves to Buck's hair, he caresses it slowly and Buck closes his eyes to enjoy the sensation.

He could- he could play pretend forever if it meant having Eddie.

"The truth, Evan. Please," Eddie begs, almost like he can read the younger man's mind.

Buck looks at him, his blue eyes full of unshed tears when he decides to ask the question.

"Are you with me because of Christopher?"

Eddie is surprised, Buck can tell by the way his expression changes, but he's nothing but patient and calm when he cups Buck’s face.

"I'm with you because I'm in love with you. Because I love you and I know it took me forever to understand my feelings, but Evan Buckley, don't think for a second that there's another reason but you for us being together. And, I fell for you way before Christopher did."

Buck lowers his head, trying to hide a smile. Eddie touches his chin, making Buck look at him one more time.

"Can I prove you wrong?"

Buck nods, his eyes meet Eddie’s.

"How do you want me to do that?" Eddie asks. "Do you want to stay here and talk? Do you want to go to bed and talk or do you want me to-"

"Make me yours," Buck interrupts. "Like you did earlier. I have always been yours. Remind me that you're-"

Eddie kisses him, and in less than a minute Buck is on his lap and they're making out like two people who wasted too much time. They did. And in every kiss, every touch, every praise, Eddie reminds Buck that he was always his as well.

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Badge to Case.

For: @thatesqcrush Smutty Summer Bingo.

Square: Dirty Talk.

Paring: Nick Amaro x reader.

Warnings: Smut.

WC: 1627

Enjoy x

The case that you guys were handling had led to another case that had happened in LA and the perp had been caught in Manhattan for the same string of offences. Sonny had been in touch with the ADA in Los Angeles and they were flying out after the Manhattan trail with SVU LA to bring the perp back for sentencing there.      

You had promised you would be in court for Sonny that morning to be there when the verdict dropped, but there was a stack of paper work the LA ADA needed the detectives to bring back and Sonny had asked you to do it. You finished late and got home at almost 1am and then you slept through your alarm. You had just walked into the bullpen when your phone buzzed with a message,

“Missed you in court. Got the verdict we wanted. Drinks tonight 6pm not taking no for an answer, our usual place”

You smiled at Sonny’s message sending back a quick reply agreeing to drinks and got stuck into the day finishing off more paper work related to the case to get the file closed off. Liv walked out of her office at 5.30 with her bag telling you all to grab your jackets because Sonny was waiting for you all for drinks. You let the other’s go ahead wanting to go to the bathroom before you made the quick walk to the bar.

You didn’t take long before you were walking out heading to the bar and making your way over to the usual drinking hole, excited to have a drink and let your hair down after an intense case. You walked to the door pulling it open and stepping inside scanning the room for your friends. Your eyes found Sonny first and he waved to let you know he had seen you when the whole table turned to look at you grinning.

You had seen the dark-haired person leaning on the table between Liv and Sonny but it didn’t click till they turned around with a big smile on their face. You stopped in your tracks and you took in their appearance. Hair swooped to the side set in place, neatly trimmed beard, well-fitting suit and a smile that you had seen from every angle that still made you melt.

Nick started to walk towards you and you matched his steps faster, a big smile and tears rolling down your cheeks. You both rushed towards each other and just as you got a finger length away, you got up on your tippy toes wrapping your arms around his neck, his around your middle and he lifted you up off the floor spinning you around before putting you back on the floor and cupping your cheeks wiping your tears away with his thumbs,

“Don’t cry, Amor”

“I’ve missed you” you sniffed out.

“Me too, so much. I’ am glad you didn’t see me in court this morning, didn’t need your tears all over my suit” Nick chuckled kissing your forehead.

You shook your head laughing while his hands ran down your face to sit on your shoulders and your hands moved to rest on his hairy face,

“What are you doing here? You didn’t call to say you were in town”

“I only flew in this morning with the ADA and the detectives. Sonny set all this up when you didn’t turn up this morning”

“Wait” you raised an eye brow, your hands dropping from his face “What?”

“I’ am a paralegal in the DA’s office in LA. The DA wanted me on it cause your my old squad, thought it would have made everything run smoother”

“How long are you here for?”

“2 nights. 7am flight out the morning after next” You smiled up at him and one of his thumbs came up to run along your chin “I booked our place for 7.30 tomorrow night; think you can make it?”

“I’ll make sure of it”

**

You gave yourself the once over in your hall mirror fixing up your leather knee length tight fitting skirt and tucking in your leopard print shirt before rushing out the door to your waiting uber. It wasn’t long before you were at a spot that you hadn’t been to since before he left. Your tummy filled with butterflies as you walked into the restaurant and Nick instantly stood up from his seat when he saw you and started to walk towards you. Nick took you in his arms, his big warm hands running up and down your back and you melted into him when you felt his lips and his soft beard on your neck,

“God, I missed you” Nick pulled you in closer to his solid body.

“I missed you so much” you squeezed your arms around him.

Nick pulled away looking down at you with a soft smile, he cupped your cheeks and lent forward his lips landing half on your cheek, half on your lips and his forehead came to rest on yours,

“Let’s eat”

The conversation flowed over dinner and you had caught each other up on what was going on pretty quietly, you only speaking over the phone to him 6 weeks ago. Nick insisted on paying and you were standing outside the restaurant almost toe to toe with each other, Nick’s hands on your hips,

“What time do you start tomorrow?” he pulled your hips into him titling his head to the side and licking his lips.

“I have tomorrow off actually” you grinned.

“So, we have all night?” Nick sucked in his top lip “My hotel isn’t far”

Everything happened so quickly and before you knew it you were laying on Nick’s hotel bed in just your panties, your hands pinned above your head and Nick on top of you between your legs, his top half bare but his pants still on,

“Tell me what you want” Nick rolled his hips into you.

“I want you” you purred.

“What do you wanted me to do to you, my love?”

“Nick” you whined pouting “Please, you know what I want”

“You need to use to your words baby.”

“I need you” you shot back.

“The last time you told me that, you let me fuck you against your wall. I need more details Y/N, it’s been so long, I need you to remind me what you like”

“I know you remember” your cheeks blushes. Nick looked down at you with a smirk giving you a wink.

“Come on baby, tell me, please” Nick rolled his hips again, his lips brushing along yours and you whimpered softly, squirming under him when you felt your panties dampen more.

“I want you” you paused taking a deep breath “I want you to fuck me doggy style, hard and fast” your cheeks blushed even more and Nick bit his bottom lip.

“What do you want me to fuck you with?” Nick growled back, pulling back away from you, to get up off the bed, ridding himself of his pants and boxers.

“I want you to fuck me hard and fast with your big thick cock”

A chesty groan left Nick as he grabbed the waist of your panties pulling them down your legs and throwing them on the floor,

“Very good for using your words, my love. And because you did what I asked, you now get what you want”

Nick’s hands came to your hips flipping you onto your tummy and he moved back onto the bed between your legs, grabbing the protection he sat on the bedside table opening it and rolling it on. You felt Nick brushing himself along your core, and you braced yourself onto your elbows, your head falling onto the bed when Nick bottomed out in you.

Nick didn’t give you anytime to adjust to his size, he started thrusting into you, his hands on your hips pulling you back. You started to push back into him. One of his hands left your hips and run up your back into your hair resting there, his other hand in a bruising grip on your hip,

“That’s it Y/N, I forgot how well you take my cock” Nick grunted, feeling his own release getting closer “How much have you missed me? Missed me fucking you?” you groaned.

“So much” you gasped out “Missed all of you Nick”

Nick’s hand on your hip ran around to your clit, his pointer finger rolling across at. A spark shot through you and you pushed yourself up onto you hands and arched your back screaming his name coming hard around him. You had barely come down from your bliss, when Nick thrusted hard, stilled and came deep inside you, your name chanting from his mouth.

Nick moved away for a moment, and you flopped down on your tummy while he quickly cleaned himself up and was back in bed with you, taking you into his arms, his thumb circling on your back and peppering your face with kisses,

“I missed you, but I didn’t know how much until now” Nick muttered and you looked up and him, your hand coming up to rest on his bearded cheek.

“I feel the same” you whispered back.

“Sonny told me there is a position in his office. I want to apply for it”

Your eyes blew open and you smiled big,

“You want to come back to Manhattan?”

“I do” Nick nodded “What do you think?”

“It’s a great idea” you almost squealed. Nick laughed and peaked your lips.

“One question”

“Anything” you smiled up at him.

“If or when I come back, can we pick up where we left off?”

“Yes” you smiled.

“I’ll apply first thing in the morning”

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With a choked grunt, Limbo is splayed out onto the Tube platform, having been hurled down a short set of concrete stairs. Catching himself on a set of turnstiles (albeit rather painfully), the disgruntled hitman gazes up the stairs from which he came.

To his amazement, his longtime quarry Q. Bensis (a college botany professor turned druglord) had decided to get high off his own supply. Bensis, typically a scrawny, bald man in his late fifties, had ingested a large dose of Gamma Blue, a powerful deliriant that also served a stimulant. Limbo surmised that this was done in preparation for the two men’s confrontation; despite the hitman being a relatively heavy person, the much weaker Bensis was able to pick him up and throw him like Donkey Kong. As a matter of fact, the professor had been handing Limbo’s ass to him all afternoon.

Wheezing, the hitman reached for his gun, uncaring of any bystanders around him. 

Suddenly, Bensis appeared in the stairwell, the mid-afternoon sun lighting the whole scene up with bleached white light. Limbo drew his pistol, ready for battle once more. 

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A Grand Machine, a glittering silver snake of stainless steel streaks across the plains, its diesel hum serving as a quiet lullaby for its passengers. Jon had not taken a long distance train ride in a long time, preferring the cost of a cheap flight, or the independence of a road trip. However, his target for the evening was a known train enjoyer, so where the money went, Limbo followed. After all, when money talks, bullshit walks.

The criminal found himself in the observation deck, amongst other passengers, watching the nighttime scenery whizz past and sipping a cup of cola through a coffee stirrer. He was sizing people up, searching for a middle aged man with a shiny bald head and a long brown beard.

"...more than a symbol, more than I bargained for," the hitman whispered to himself.

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With the quiet click of the glass door behind him, Limbo steps out onto the sidewalk, having spent the last sixty-two minutes of his life in therapy. As is customary when living in Neo-Los Angeles, the cyborg checked both ways before proceeding towards the parking garage at the end of the block.

It was getting late, with the sun beginning to crest below the vast, dirty skyline of the big city. It was also beginning to drizzle. As usual with these late-night therapy sessions, the thought of grabbing carryout in lieu of his typical iced coffee flashed in his head, but after feeling his stomach bounce in a way he wasn’t particularly fond of, Limbo shook this thought from his head. 

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Ok a tarot reader I’m friends with on social media who has said she does tarot and considers herself a good witch and she said she knows of a witches coven in Los Angeles that practice black magic and spells well a member of that LA coven is Doria Megains mom and Megan was seen with her mom at these groupings right before and once or twice after the Royal wedding now my question is this do you think maybe Megain has put a spell or some type of trance on whatever fans she has/had (the ones that don’t have Jesus in their life)? I’m only asking because they’re ALL crazy and delusional and you really can’t reason or have any sort of rational educational conversation with ANY of them no matter their positions in life whether rich poor politician writers etc? It’s a little concerning how hard they defend her and how they just don’t see anything wrong in her behavior and scream racism where there is none. Can you please do a reading on whether Merchie has used black magic and put a spell on them I know it sounds ridiculous but it’s been nagging me for a long time and they’re truly crazy these people

Hi hugyourhaters,

I doubt very much that Meghan put a spell on her extreme fans. That crazy and delusional behaviour that they exhibit is something that I see in other fandoms as well. There just seems to be a certain type of person who goes like that when they get really invested in someone or something. I will check for you, just to put your mind at rest.

Ok, I just drew cards on this question and the answer is No, there is no magic involved. What is causing the behaviour is a combination of not being able to see through Meghan's PR tricks and good old psychological projection, tied in with a deep emotional investment in the situation. These extreme fans support the image of Meghan that they want to be true because it satisfies some emotional and psychological need within them - it validates them in some way. Hence they attack anything that threatens to destroy that image because if it is destroyed they will lose something of themselves in the process. It is a very unhealthy attachment and an unhealthy way to live, and I think deep down they know it, but they refuse to see it.

I will write up this spread later, but this is the essence of it.

Cards drawn:

1. Page of Wands - Messages of PR, unable to see through these because the viewpoint is of a child (page = child) and not an adult

2. Judgement - being judged on and for your actions (judging Meghan based on her PR), refusing to heed the call of the universe to see clearly, seeing their past actions in Meghan and liking her for it, Judgement = card of Pluto, Pluto is planet of (among other things) transformation and psychological depths, deep psychological issues here, projecting one's desires upon others.

3. The Sun - being dazzled by Meghan's title, being overly optimistic or finding hope through Meghan, refusing to see anything but the bright/good stuff about her

Underlying Energy: King of Cups - deep emotions, out of control emotions, emotional not logical responses, sign of Scorpio ruled by Pluto which is Judgement card above, so past (and present) actions ruled by emotions, judging based on emotions, trying to fill psychological needs with emotional attachment to Meghan instead of therapy and logic, Pluto and Scorpio can be very vindictive and destructive so enjoying unleashing that behaviour onto others (either for the illusion of power it gives to a powerless person and/or because they just like hurting other people).

I will write this up in full something in the future. The above is the short notes of what the cards have said to me.

[farfromsugafanfic]

Sutures - Chapter Ten: Amiodarone

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): family member hospitalization, therapy, angst if you squint

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

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The first thing you felt--before you opened your eyes--was Yoongi's white T-shirt against your cheek and the warmth of his skin beneath it. His arm was around you and his hand rested on the peak of your hip. You opened your eyes and looked up to see his hair splayed across his forehead and his lips pouted.

You smiled as you slowly removed yourself from Yoongi's arms. He stirred as you stood up and were away from his grasp, but he softly moved as he rolled onto his side and his arms reached for where you had once been. You could get used to waking up next to Yoongi every morning. Something about the way he missed you--even when he wasn't awake--made your heart swell.

You quickly pushed those thoughts away as you took two mugs from the table and flipped them right side up. While you were used to cheap hotels with packages of instant coffee and--if you were lucky--an electric tea kettle, this hotel, however, had a full coffee maker and a few coffee brands to choose from. You chose a brand you recognized and placed it in the coffee maker.

It wasn't long before the entire room smelled of coffee. As you were pouring the second cup of coffee, you felt a soft touch on your waist and turned to catch Yoongi's soft smile and messy hair as he reached for one of the mugs.

"Thanks," he said, his voice raspy and deep.

You nodded and took a sip of your coffee and sat down at the table, Yoongi soon following and sitting across from you.

"You like it black?"

"Yeah," you said. "My dad would always drink it black and when I was old enough that's how he made it for me. It just kind of stuck."

"Do you miss them?"

"Of course," you said. "It's hard when they're so far away, but I don't regret staying here. I can make a living here, more so than I could in the US."

"When did you see them last?"

"Around a year ago. Minki came with me and it was the first time he'd been to the US and the first time he met my family. They didn't like him that much. I guess I should've listened to them." You chuckled sardonically and took a large sip of coffee, creating a silence--while not uncomfortable--had a small bit of tension laced in. "What about you? You don't get to see your family much either, right? Being an idol and all?"

The question caused him to sit up straight and meet your eyes before quickly looking back down at the wooden table. "Uh, yeah, we usually see our families a couple of times a year. Usually towards the end of the year and then sporadically throughout. Some see their families more often cause they live near Seoul, but getting to Daegu is hard. We didn't always get along when I first moved, so it was hard for a while."

"Oh," you said. While all families fight and disagree, you couldn't imagine not talking to your family or not having their support. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he said. "We've moved past it. It was a long time ago. We talk more often now and they really want to meet you."

You laughed, not sure if it was from the nerves of thinking about meeting his family or simply because the idea itself was laughable because you weren't in a relationship. "Why? I mean, they know what we're trying to do, right?"

"Yeah," he said. "They're convinced it won't work though. We're soulmates. We'll always come back to each other."

"It's worked before. Pairs of soulmates able to distance themselves and move on. I think we can do it."

"Yeah," he said, his words punctuated by sips of coffee. "Yeah, we can." There were a few moments of silence before he set his mug down and his eyes met yours. "So, I promised you a proper date, but after everything that happened yesterday, do you want to risk going out into the city?"

"Not really," you said. "I don't even want to leave the room. I want to see the city, but it makes me nervous just thinking about going back out there."

Yoongi reached across the table, his fingers brushing over the back of your hand. "I'll bring you back someday when we can properly wander the city."

Your stomach flipped. You knew it was probably just an empty promise and supposed to be comforting, but considering you had just talked about distancing yourselves from one another, it seemed unwise to promise, even something empty and trivial.

---

Two hours later and the two of you were laid on the bed, close, but not touching. Empty plates littered the bedside tables and each of you held a wine glass in your hand. You smiled as you sipped the deep red alcohol and felt as a buzz came over your senses. It wasn't unpleasant, just like a small vibration in your head. The same one that had convinced you to sleep with Yoongi the first time you met him.

"You're sure this isn't too much?" you asked, glancing down at the nearly three hundred dollar room service bill.

Yoongi laughed. "You really don't have to worry about it."

"It makes me feel bad," you said. "Will you let me pay for something later?"

"If it makes you feel better." His fingers glided over the skin of your left hand that rested on the bed, dangerously close to his thigh.

The couple in the movie you were watching kissed and you felt a stirring low in your stomach. It had been so long since you'd felt Yoongi's lips on yours. You knew he was feeling the same way, as he squirmed slightly beside you.

"You feel it, too?"

"Yeah," he said. "We need to try and resist it."

"Didn't the therapist say to try and get through it with mainly friendly things?"

"I think so."

His arm came around you and his skin felt like ice on a sunburn. You nearly let out a moan. You wanted to feel his lips on your neck and his hands on your thighs. The bruising way he grabbed your skin without leaving any bruises. How his hair looked pushed back and the way his lips swelled after even the softest of kisses.

"Yoongi, can--can I kiss you?"

"I don't think that's exactly friendly."

"Just one," you said. "It'll be less than we did last time this happened."

"All right," he said. "But, we can't let it go too far."

You nodded and shifted so that you faced him, the front of your body pressed into his side. His hand came to rest on the small of you back and his lips came to meet yours before you'd fully closed your eyes.

They were soft, like always. You could taste the red wine on his lips and the hesitation as he pushed the tip of his tongue into your mouth. His hand bunched the fabric of your T-shirt and your hands laced in his hair. You never wanted to let go.

Yoongi pulled away first, although his eyes were pained as he did so. He reached up and smoothed your hair back.

"Damn," he said. "If only I'd met you before Jihee."

"Yoongi, you can't mean that."

"Maybe if it was a different time, or if I wasn't an idol, I don't know, but I like to think there's a universe where we work out."

Your lips formed words you hadn't thought of yet when your phone vibrated on the bed beside you. You reached for it and saw it was your mom. It was nearing 9 p.m. in Los Angeles and your mom normally called you just after dinner. 

"I--uh--have to take this." 

---

You walked into the bathroom and answered the phone as you shut the door. 

"Mom? Hey, what's going on?" 

"Sumi!" Your mom's voice sounded panicked. "Are you still in Japan?" 

"Yeah, we're flying back to Korea tomorrow?" You paused. "Is everything okay? You don't usually call me at this time." 

"Well, I don't want to worry you. I want you to enjoy the rest of your time in Japan, okay?"

"Okay..."

"Grandma fell and is in the hospital. She broke her wrist and the doctors say her blood sugar was too low. They don't know what caused it yet, but they're going to monitor her for a few days." 

You nodded and already felt the tears forming in your eyes. Your grandmother was nearing ninety and you knew your time with her was limited, but she'd been the one to encourage you to stay in Korea and do what you wanted. She always knew and wanted what was best for you and you loved her more than anyone for it. 

"Okay," you said, your voice cracking. "Is there anything I can do?" 

"Call when you get back tomorrow. If she's feeling better, I'm sure she'd love to talk to you." 

"Of course. I'll call as soon as I'm back." You reached up and wiped the few tears that had managed to squeeze out. "Just keep me updated."

You heard a soft knock on the door as you hung up the door. You opened it and met with a soft-eyed Yoongi, his arms almost immediately coming to rest on your hips. 

"Everything okay?" 

"Uh. yeah," you said. "My grandma's in the hospital. It's not too concerning at the moment, I just, uh, get a bit emotional when it comes to her." 

He nodded and led you back to the bed. He didn't say anything else, just electing to keep one of his arms around your shoulders and turn the volume on the movie up. He handed you an unopened bag of cookies as if he knew it was exactly what you needed. 

---

A few days later

"So, how are things going?" the therapist asked, her notebook resting on her lap and her glasses slid down the bridge of her nose. 

"Uh, well, we get along better now. I-I think we understand each other better now. But, we've run into something a little more worrisome." 

"What's that?" 

"Well, we had a fight a while ago. I'm fairly close with his other members and one of them was trying to comfort me and when he touched me, I burned him." 

"Yeah, I also have a weird emotional attachment to her. Like, my emotions are tied to hers. If she's sad, then I feel overwhelmingly sad until she's happy again." 

You turned to Yoongi with your lips pursed in curiosity. "What?" 

"Oh, I thought you'd caught onto to that." 

You had noticed that Yoongi had seemed to understand you better recently. He was always there whenever your mood flatlined, you soon found Yoongi coming with a snack or a cup of tea. Sometimes he stuck around and sometimes he didn't, but he never failed to jumpstart your mood.

"Is this happening constantly or only after a conflict?" 

"I'm always tuned into her emotions. However, negative emotions always come through the strongest, whether caused by me or not." 

You felt him looking at you and it caused your cheeks to heat. "Oh, the burning happened twice. Once as we mentioned and the second time I burnt through another's T-shirt, but I didn't actually burn him." 

The therapist nodded and chewed on the end of her pen. "There aren't many precedents for these sorts of things, as you know, soulmates are rare. It's even rarer for a pair to decide they don't want to be together. The physical symptoms we've seen before were not that different from the ones you're exhibiting." She jotted down a few notes and flipped back to a previous page. "Now that you're exhibiting these symptoms though, it means that you've grown to the stage where we can begin to back off the connection.

"The only things you two need to do is to try and minimize the conflict between the two of you, continue resisting urges to the best of your ability, and we will be prescribing some medication. Since such a high profile soulmates case has come up, the interest in research recently has increased and so your medical treatment may change. So, you'll need to go in for a checkup in after about a week on the new medication."

"I have a quick question," Yoongi said. "My, uh, parents really want to meet Sumi. They know we're trying to break this and everything, but we have some time off and I was wondering if that would hurt things if she came with me to Daegu?"

The therapist shrugged. "I don't see why it would. It's perfectly fine for the two of you to act as friends and you have to stay together until the bond is completely severed. However, if something feels off during the visit, leave." 

You looked at Yoongi. He'd left you speechless for the second time during the appointment. He never brought up meeting his parents, only that they wanted to meet you. Your palms went clammy and you began to pick at the skin around your fingernails. You wished you'd brought your needles.

---

"You never mentioned actually meeting your parents," you said, carrying your prescription and ducking into the car before anyone could catch sight of you and Yoongi. 

"I didn't really think it was happening, but, I don't know. If we only have one soulmate, I want them to meet mine."

"Okay," you said. "I-uh-I just don't have much time to prepare." 

"What? Why would you need to prepare?"

"So they'll like me." 

"You don't need to worry about that, Sumi. They'll love you." 

---

Mom (3:45 am): Sumi!

You (3:47 am): Yes? Is everything all right?

Mom (3:49 am): Hey, isn't it early there? Shouldn't you be asleep?

You (3:50 am): It's all right. How's Grandma?

Mom (3:52 am): Oh, she's fine. She's getting discharged now. She's actually in fairly good spirits. You'll never guess what arrived this morning.

Sumi (3:53 am): What?

Mom (3:55 am):

Mom (3:55 am): From Min Yoongi. It made her so happy. Give him our thanks.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Trois:

Chapter One. 

The leading lady will be introduced eventually but I feel like with the way this is written I need to focus on Adonis and Erik first. 

Warnings: AU!Erik, AU!Adonis, smut, bisexual, mentions of blood, threesome.

The 2019 Comic Con at the Los Angeles Convention Center was populous to say the least. Adonis Johnson felt like he was elbow-to-elbow with the animated and roused crowd of event goers. Everyone is grouped like teenagers in those cheesy high school flicks. You have your Nerds—never worried about being challenged to prove their knowledge about the gaming character or superhero on the shirt they're wearing, yelling out quotes in a spirit of shared fandom. Then, you have your cos players—rehearsed smiles on their faces whenever they are stopped to have their picture taken, sort of deteriorating and looking less magnificent as the day goes on due to wig issues, broken weapons, or itchy and hot costumes. Then, there are those individuals like Adonis who endure the hectic universe. 

Adonis is wearing a faded orange muscle tee with a mixture of his favorite anime characters such as Saitama, Goku, Sasuke, L, Yusuke Urameshi, and Spike Spiegel. He styled the tee with a pair of Nike Dri-FIT Basketball shorts in black, black Jordan socks, and a pair of orange and black Air Jordan 1’s on his feet. He couldn’t forget his layered silver chains and finger rings to make it more stylish, or his charcoal black Coach backpack to carry his essentials like the sun screen he needed and some water from standing in that long ass line in the blazing afternoon sun. The cast of Zombieland: Double Tap will be there, and over 800 exhibitors. Adonis didn’t even know where to start or end and at first he figured the map in his hand that he grabbed at the entrance was a great idea but he tossed it in the closest receptacle. 

Adonis scratched at the steri-strip on the corner of his pouty bottom lip since the regular stitches were removed by his doctor almost 48 hours ago. Adonis earned that busted lip from a fight he triumphed in. He didn’t get that wound from the type of fights you see on paper view—he’s an Underground Boxer who participates in Street fighting. Yes, Adonis fights in ‘unlicensed’ matches. This means it operates outside the governing bodies of the sport and is susceptible to rules being broken and fights being fixed. It is illegal in many countries because it is dangerous and disruptive to daily life—running the possibility of being charged with several crimes especially. It’s Adonis’ personal fight club, a badge of honor for him. 

Adonis was introduced to the idea of a fight club by a childhood buddy of his that died five years ago. His name was Clark Wilson. Adonis and Clark used to be in Juvie together—two angry kids who used their fists because of the violence and hatred surrounding them. When Adonis’ father, famous Boxer named Apollo Creed’s wife Mary Anne came looking for Adonis while he was in Juvie, she took him in as her own son and started him out in therapy and anger management groups. For the most part, Adonis felt as if his anger was suppressed but he missed the way fighting made him feel——alive. First, Adonis had to understand the reasoning of a Fight Club. Fight Club is about releasing his anger and stress; about fighting his problems; about going against normalcy and the safe little bubble he has become accustomed to living in. 

Rules were put in place and Adonis found a private property hidden from the public eye so that the authorities can’t interfere. Adonis uses a basement of a record shop for his Fight Club location. If someone would die in Fight Club, there isn’t anything anyone could do. There has only been one case where someone died in Adonis’ Fight Club and he swore to make sure it didn’t become deadly. Brutal, yes, but no murder. Pinching the steri-strip on his lip to keep it in place, Adonis visits an exhibitor—Comic Madness. Pulling out his iPhone so he could use his Apple Pay, Adonis sifts through the comic books to find the ones he wanted. The price tag on them was a bit much but this was a once a year weekend event so he could break the bank. 

Entrepreneur of a fitness company called Elite Body Edge, Erik Stevens strolls through Comic Con after checking out the Hellboy cast members doing a Q&A. Stylish per usual, dangling gold cross earring in his right ear, yellow and black camouflage cargos on, all-white creaseless Nike Air Force 1s, and a lax graphic tee with The Lost Boys on it, Erik pans his Canon PowerShot G7X Mark lll Camera around him, Vlogging his Comic Con experience for his YouTuber’s. When he’s not recording fitness and nutrition videos, Erik is vlogging about his daily life or giving advice to the anonymous subscribers who send him emails. He wanted to edit the video to look like a VHS video for a different aesthetic. Erik strolls past a group of cos players dressed as The Avengers and stops to record them, smiling at the enthusiasm and flashing his gold canines. 

Erik sips from his souvenir cup, the straw making an annoying suctioning noise since it was nearly empty. Shaking the cup, ice chips clanking around, Erik stops to get some more footage. Just when he was about to end his vlogging, there was a rather sexy, good-looking dude with chestnut eyes, amber skin so smooth and velvety looking. The muscle tee he was sporting didn’t leave anything to the imagination. Clearly, he’s lean, and chiseled. Erik haltingly lowers his camera, his inky black eyes trailing over this mystery guys frame with enthrallment. Just when Erik thought he would be coming to Comic Con for some fanboy fun, he spotted a distraction with a nice ass. Erik is a bi-sexual man. Friends jokingly called Erik a hoe that got off on pussy or dick—a reckless hoe that played with fire. Married couples, closet homosexuals, threesomes with women, anything that caused mayhem and wreckage with relationships. Anything to get his thick dick wet. 

Erik’s Adam’s Apple bobbed in his neck and his lips parted. When the mystery guy turned around Erik grunted deeply. Lips so thick and plump. Oooh. His breath became ragged and he felt himself swelling. Why did this have to happen to him right now? Donnie must have felt Erik’s hard eyes burning into the back of his skull because he looked back over his shoulder at him with a raised brow and obvious annoyance. The corners of Adonis’ eyes crinkled with suspicion. Erik found it comical, giving Adonis a sly half smirk when their eyes connected. Adonis shook out his shoulders, focusing back on the stacks of comic books in front of him. Why is his heart skipping a beat and his stomach in knots? The back of his neck prickled and he glanced over at Erik again before he cocked his head to the side. The devilish smirk on Erik’s face sparked Adonis’ short temper. 

Thinking back to his anger management tips, Adonis tried to take a timeout by using “I” statements—to stay in control. Think before you speak, don’t make assumptions, calm yourself. As much as he wanted those methods to work, Erik’s smiling, smug face bothered Adonis. Who is this random ass nigga and why the fuck is he smiling like there’s a joke? Adonis started to feel more and more uneasy about Erik staring at him. Does he know about the Fight Club? That seemed to invigorate Adonis’ irritation because he began charging through a group of cos players and walked right up to Erik with his pectoral muscles puffed out and his hands in fists so tight he could feel the aftershocks from his fight almost two days ago. Erik stood his ground with a single brow raised, waiting for Adonis to cause a scene. As soon as Adonis crowded his personal space that was already so little with how many people surrounded them, Erik made it his business to allow his inky black eyes to drop to Adonis’ crotch and back up swiftly. 

“The fuck is your problem staring at me, nigga?” Adonis spoke with a harsh whisper that caused his jaw muscles to clench, “You know me or something?” Adonis paused before he nodded his head slowly, “Let me guess...you wanna fight me?”

“Fight you?” Erik’s eyes become slits, “Why would I want to fight somebody I don’t even know?”

“Well, then you must have heard about me…” Adonis says with a questioning tone. Erik licks his lips and with no regard allows his piercing eyes to memorize the shape of Adonis’ mouth. Adonis couldn’t fight the urge to do the same. He’s turned on. Just as the tension between the two of them reaches a fever pitch, Adonis steps away before he could even realize what he was doing. Adonis didn’t even know he had been holding his breath until he drew in a shaky tone. He’s noticeably quieter now, his aggression tampered. He knew his bewilderment was written across his face. Adonis squared his shoulders and shook out his limbs as if Erik had a bind on him. 

“You good, fighter?” Erik asks sarcastically, “You’re a boxer? I can tell by your reflexes. For a second I thought you were gonna try and knock me out,” Erik smiled. Adonis swallows a hefty amount of spit to calm the tingling sensation in his abdomen. 

“Yeah...I box...underground,” Adonis clarified, “Been doing it for seven years now.”

“Ahh, dirty boxing, I see,” Erik strokes his goatee, “how does one get into that shit anyway? I’m interested.” 

“You don’t choose it like you choose your next meal..you gotta be initiated in...they like to weed out the weak ones…” 

“That hardcore?” Erik took a few steps towards Adonis.

“Hell yeah,” Adonis stares at Erik’s feet as if he were overstepping, “I can tell you more about it if you’re serious.” 

“As long as it’s from the pro himself I’m all ears.” 

This foreign feeling that washed over Adonis’ body was something he felt before when he questioned whether or not he wanted a man to suck his dick. He looks back at Erik just as he smiles and Adonis rolled his eyes away slightly. What the fuck is happening right now? 

“I don’t even know your name, bro,” Adonis held out his hand to give Erik dabs, “I’m Adonis.”

“Erik,” He raised his hand to shake Adonis’. He didn’t want to linger too long but the feeling of his calloused palm teased his hand and it made him want to stroke it. When Erik let go, he allowed his fingertips to brush across the center of Adonis’ palm and that little touch caused Adonis’ biceps to flex. Good to see him react. 

“you gotta be serious...this shit is...it’s rough,” Adonis cleared his throat, “Ain’t the place to really discuss this—“

“Nah, I’m cool,” Erik says with a chuckle—a teasing grin on his face and his eyes now following the definition of Adonis’ arms. Adonis didn’t like Erik staring at him so openly. Maybe Erik got the wrong vibe from Adonis—believing him to be a possible fuck he could conquer after this crowded event, “I’ll stick to boxing in my gym. This underground shit sounds like some kind of deadly contract.” 

“It’s not for everybody,” Adonis says with a smirk, “But if you change your mind, how do I reach you? I usually don’t recruit fighters out in the open like this.”

“Here you go,” Erik pulls out his black leather wallet, retrieving a business card before handing it over to Adonis. It’s a black business card with a gold metallic painted edge for his fitness club Elite Body Edge. The business card is twice as thick as standard cards, since they are printed on 32 pt. uncoated cardstock, offering a superb heft and feel everyone will notice. Erik’s contact information is at the bottom of the card. 

“I’ve heard of this fitness club, all good things too, I’ll keep in touch if you’re ever interested.”

“I’d like to come and watch the fights at least...is that cool?” 

Adonis ponders for a bit, “We have people come and watch but it’s mainly members…”

Erik notices Adonis’ hesitation, backing away a little, “Listen, you hardly know me, I don’t want to intrude on your little secret society. However, you have my card, you can stop by the gym anytime. We have boxing equipment that you can use too.”

“Aight...cool...I’ll come and check it out,” Adonis pockets the card, “Nice to meet you, Erik, sorry for the way I came off at you earlier, my anger can be a bit out of control,” Adonis lets out a nervous chuckle. 

“A bit? I get this vibe that it’s more than just a bit,” Erik turns to leave, “Don’t hesitate to stop by and get a good work out in! Enjoy the rest of your time here at Comic Con.”

“Will do,” Adonis salutes Erik before turning away and disappearing into the sea of people.

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Elite Body Edge is designed with the purpose of building strong foundations by balancing flexibility, mobility, strength, conditioning and nutrition as well as giving you the perfect sculpt to turn heads; because a strong and sculpted foundation makes a power house. With an arsenal of knowledge, from competition preparation to rehabilitation to strength and conditioning, Elite Body Edge can design a program for any body habitus to achieve any fitness goal. They offer one-on-one training, group sessions and accountability programs to best fit your needs. Why train with Elite Body Edge? No contracts with affordable month-to-month membership, a safe environment to learn proper technique from experienced trainers, a flexible schedule with a variety of group classes to fit your schedule, and an encouraging atmosphere to make working out fun.

Elite Body Edge is a high-end gym experience. Some of the club amenities include, locker rooms complete with sauna and massage chairs, rooftop deck, group fitness classes, premium strength and cardio equipment including LifeFitness, HammerStrength, Precor, and Star Trac, and an amazing aquatic area for swim-fitness. Some of the classes include Restorative Yoga, H.E.A.T Camp, TRX, Feel Fit Naked, Boxing, Self defense, Spin, H.I.I.T, Yogalates, Circuit Burn, and many more. It’s located at 8053 Beverly Boulevard, Los Angeles, CA. It’s striking architecture was designed by National Design Award winner Ian Jackson of Studio Sofield. It’s 30-foot video wall for virtual-reality cycle classes is exceedingly popular, and it’s soaring 25-foot ceilings supported by illuminated linear columns and over 40,000 square feet of state-of-the-art equipment, Elite Body Edge is a modern-day escape straight out of a sci-fi film. 

Erik is no stranger to the gym. Over the years he has received multiple certifications in performance enhancement, TRX Suspension and is a EliteFirst Certified Level 1 trainer, which he has employed as a strength and conditioning coach for the nationally recognized Fremont High School Basketball Team which has produced multiple athletes in the NBA. He supports the youth and employs them to stay active and live a healthy lifestyle. The fitness mogul himself was wrapping up a TRX tactical training course. Most of the occupants are military trained or athletes and with Erik’s skills it can keep them performing at the highest level. Sweaty, heart rate spiked, muscles fueled, and a round of applause, Erik puts up one hand with a black training glove to settle the cheers from his hard working pupils. 

“Nah, y’all should be clapping for yourselves,” Erik wipes sweat from the tip of his nose, “You guys did an amazing job today. The shit is tough but I see improvement and progress. We’ll meet at the same time next Wednesday. Remember, get some rest, stay hydrated, and eat a well balanced diet.”

Everyone gathered their things and exited the class. Erik grabs some cleaning solution and a few disposable cloths to wipe down the equipment. Gym playlist on, you wouldn’t be able to keep Erik’s energy down for one second. He’s so amped up that he could go for another training session; work on his hamstrings and calves some more. Satisfied with his cleaning, Erik exits the classroom, the double glass doors closing behind him. The energetic, hip-hop music pumped up his clients to finish their workout sessions. The air circulating the gym masked the usual odor that comes with sweating and his gym staff are very vigilant on keeping the place tidy. His staff wears black workout gear from head to toe with the gym logo on the front. 

As Erik walks through his gym, checking things out, a familiar face catches his eye. Training on an Everlast Powercore Dual bag with a speed bag attachment is the eye-candy from Comic Con just a week prior. He’s shirtless with a blue Adidas face mask on and fingerless black MMA gloves. His gym shorts hung low on his hips and his feet danced back and forth in his Speed-Flex boxing shoes in time with his fierce punches. Erik wondered when he became a member. He didn’t expect for Adonis to even take up the offer on joining the gym. Smirking, Erik strolls over towards Adonis at the same time as one of Erik’s pilates trainers, Andrea does. Andrea is wearing a black sports bra with the gym logo and black biker shorts. Her sleek platinum blonde pixie cut made her glistening peanut skin pop. Her dark brown eyes held recognition as well as lust. 

“Donnie?” Andrea says with a sultry voice, “I knew that was you,” Andrea popped her hip out, staring Adonis up and down with a big white smile, “How are you?”

Adonis takes off his face mask, those thick lips extra moist from the perspiration on his skin, “Andrea, w’sup? I’m doing good…” Adonis seemed to be thrown off by her presence. From the way he looked at her with his chocolate eyes, they must have had an interesting relationship. Erik took note of the way Adonis sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and Andrea licked her lips and touched his arm with her fingertips. 

“Why don’t you come and see me anymore? We used to have a good ass time...what happened with that? Got tired of me?” Andrea says with a single brow raised.

“I’ve been busy,” Adonis looked away awkwardly, the fresh scar above his right brow catching Andrea’s attention. 

“Busy getting into a brawl? What’s that scar about?” 

“You know me…” Adonis turned away, “Can’t pass up a good fight.”

Andrea didn’t hide her sexual appetite for Adonis from the way her eyes swept over his body, silently telling him how his ripped physique turned her on. Just when she allowed her eyes to drop to Adonis’ crotch, Erik was there next to her, the form-fitting Under Armor short sleeve grey top he wore drenched and molding with his well-built curves straining against the fabric. Two sexy men with twin facial features that made her drool like a love-sick dog. 

“Didn’t think you would show up,” Erik held his hand out to shake Adonis’ hand, “How are you liking it so far?”

“It’s dope, I love the set up, I especially enjoy this boxing section...I mean, you have everything I need to help me train.” 

“Where were you training before?” Erik asked.

“Delphi Boxing Academy, but I need more free roam, too many new people to train.” Adonis replies. 

“...so, you know Andrea?” Erik looks over at her, her peanut colored skin immediately turning red and the top row of her teeth chewing on her pouty, pink bottom lip nervously. 

“Yeah, we got history,” Adonis cracks a smile, “Maybe I should catch one of your Pilates classes...watch you do that seated toe touch.” 

Erik arched a single thick brow at Adonis’ words. It wasn’t directed towards him but the seductive way he said that had a pool of desire filling the pit of his stomach. Erik knows exactly how that seated toe touch looked. Seated on the floor, knees drawn towards your chest, feet in the air and toes pointed to the sky, a complete view of a woman’s phat pussy or a man’s hefty bulge straining against the fabric of their stretchy leggings or shorts. Erik enjoys fucking a woman with a malleable body just as much as Adonis does it seems. He wouldn’t mind seeing how malleable Adonis can be.

“Let’s see if you can keep up,” Andrea gives Adonis one final look up and down before walking away, “my number is still the same.” 

Adonis watches Andrea walk away, “you got a good selection on your staff, bruh.”

“Yup,” Erik agrees, head tilted to the side, dreads shifting across his forehead before he grins, baring his teeth, “gotta have options, a pretty face brings guests, it’s all business.” 

“Well, I admire your business. The dedication and strive to pull something like this together is inspirational. I put my membership in a day ago and was trying to meet with you for a personal tour but your front desk staff said you were out for the day.” Adonis says. 

“Yeah, I’m also a Biological Science Lab Tech two days a week pulling twelve hour shifts.”

“Damn, how the hell do you function?” Adonis says with a shocked voice. 

“You gotta love what you do. You should know, with your own fight club and all, living a double life...working a regular 9-5 during the day I’m guessing?”  Erik says with curious eyes. 

“I’m a Senior Trading Analyst for Smith Boardley Financial Group so, yeah, it’s like living a double life. They don’t ask questions though, which is good.” Adonis’ face shows annoyance as if he didn’t want to talk about his job. Erik senses that maybe Adonis isn’t satisfied with his daytime life, that he feels more free at night and in the ring. He hardly even knew this guy and yet he wanted to know every little detail; ask him questions. He has so many layers to fold back, and besides his reasons behind fighting, Erik hopes to make Adonis admit to his attraction to him. Only thing is, Adonis has to believe it. He’s still uncertain and confused. 

“Why do you fight?”

Silence settles between them for a short while before Adonis finally speaks. 

“Freedom mainly. I want to stop controlling everything and just let go,” Adonis closes his eyes briefly, “if it’s not working out for me...I need to find something that doesn’t...something that doesn’t define me as this perfect dude with a perfect job, and all this fucking money. The things you own end up owning you. The people around you can drag you down. When I fight, I lose control. I’ve been taught at a very young age to bottle up my aggression but all I wanna do is use my hands and to experience some feeling in this numb world...this ‘cocooned society’.” 

“So it’s not about the violence for you? I can understand that. I guess working out is a release for me...that’s an interesting method that I support,” Erik’s eyes scan Adonis’ body, taking a step back so he can blatantly check him out, “I wanna know how this fight club operates...you think I can come watch?” 

Adonis lets go of a laugh, his dimples flashing, “Yeah, man, you can come watch. I’m gonna warn you now though, it can get pretty graphic.”

“Blood? Broken teeth? Nasty scars? That shit don’t phase me,” Erik smiles, allowing his eyes to drop over Adonis’ body. Adonis leans down to grab his water bottle, taking a sip of it and completely avoiding Erik’s unwavering eyes. Why were those eyes making Adonis’ nerves spike up with excitement. It disgruntled him and had Adonis frowning from the feeling. 

“Listen, just don’t be late,” Adonis spoke with finality, placing his face mask back on, “Can’t have people wandering in at the last minute. Come by tomorrow night around 10.” 

Adonis’ change in demeanor has Erik chuckling. He has a habit of wearing his emotions on his face. 

“Will do, bro. Catch you tomorrow...champ,” Erik jeers before leaving Adonis to his training. 

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Going Underground Records was Erik’s destination for the late evening. Founded in 2001, Bakersfield's Going Underground Records is Central California's largest and longest running vinyl record store and has recently expanded with a new brick-and-mortar location in Los Angeles. They buy, sell, and trade LPs, 45s, stereo equipment, local concert promotional items (posters, flyers, one-off recordings, etc.) and more. They purchase collections of all sizes, so whether you have a handful, or thousands of records to sell, call or stop by any day of the week. They buy daily and travel to you for large collections. It seems completely deserted from the front but Erik’s instructions from Adonis’ text was to go around back through a basement door. Parking his red Audi R8 across the street, Erik puts out his weed, leaving it in his car. Opening the door, Erik’s left foot hits the wet street. 

Fully out of his car, Erik closes the door, turning to walk across the street towards the record shop. Erik is wearing a camouflage pullover hoodie with black sweats and white Jordan 1’s with a low cut style. Bringing his hood up to cover his freshly twisted locs, Erik saunters down a narrow alleyway before making a left turn ending directly behind the record shop. As soon as he approached the red stainless steel cellar doors, Erik knocks twice, stepping away just in time as a tall, carob-skinned man with a bald head and a single gold hoop earring dressed in a black bomber jacket with a dark purple T-shirt and dark blue denim jeans opens the cellar doors. He looked at Erik in an angry or threatening way, his bug-eyes practically sizing Erik up like he wasn’t welcome. Erik was expressionless, no signs of fear towards this shaq looking man whatsoever, instead, Erik pockets his hands and clears his throat to speak. 

“I’m here for rebellion.” Erik says. He was told to say this at the door from Adonis’ text after the gym yesterday. Erik stopped him before Adonis took off in his matte black Chevy corvette. They exchanged numbers so that Adonis could text him the address and password for entry into the fight club. 

“Why do you seek rebellion?” The man spoke with a voice as hard as the blade of a shovel. 

“Because of this effeminized society that forces me to live a dull and meaningless life,” Erik says with an even tone. 

“Come in, quick,” The man says, “I’m Damion, the owner of this record shop.”

“Erik,” He shook hands with the man before entering the basement of the record shop through the cellar doors. There are metal shelves filled with boxes and janitorial items. Following Damion, Erik could hear hoots and hollers growing louder and louder within the basement. A black drape ahead separated Erik and Damion from the fight club. When the drape was pulled back, the badly lit room with a boxing ring and a crowd of at least thirty people awaited Erik. The shouts and roars are angry and free in Erik’s ears. It smelled like sweat, liquor, weed, and Vaseline mixed with coagulate. 

There, in the middle of the ring with his fists tightly clenched, black boxer shorts hanging low on his hips, and left nose bleeding is Adonis himself. What would be his excuse this time when he went to work the next day? Maybe that he tripped and fell face first, bloodying up his nose. He bares his teeth that are just as bloody as his nose, punching his opponent so hard that they fall to the floor of the ring, his head pinched between the floor of the ring and Adonis’ left knee. Adonis kept slamming his fist into the bridge of his opponents nose——a beefy looking white man with ginger hair and a large leprechaun tattoo on his broad back. He did it again and again in flat hard packing sounds you could hear over all the yelling until the ginger-haired man caught enough breath and sprayed blood to say, stop. Just as those words fell from his lips with difficulty, Adonis stands to his full height, fisting the air with triumph. 

“WHO WANTS NEXT? The night is just getting started!!” Adonis yells, voice like a rising storm, “THE RING IS FREE!”

“I’ll take him on!” A random black guy wearing a FedEx uniform says, pointing to a tall blonde-haired alternative-looking white guy with arm tattoos and nails painted black, “He’s been giving me a dirty look all night, let’s see what your hands are like. I had a long fucking day too,” The FedEx worker removed his hat revealing a clean faded haircut with waves, “Lets go!!! Don’t act scared now!!”

The ginger-haired white man was pulled from the ring, a bloody trail from his face following him. Adonis slid between the ropes and hopped out of the ring, walking through the crowded room until he reached a table with a series of water bottles and towels. Adonis grabs a bottle of water to drink, his grip crushing the plastic bottle before he tosses it away. Erik’s attention was brought back to the ring when the black guy kicked the air out of the alternative white guy then landed on him pounding him limp. The white guy clawed his neck for him to stop and that’s when he backed off with a viscous laugh. The blonde took this opportunity to give him a taste of his medicine. His left fist connected with the black guy's face, spit flying from between his full lips. 

Yeah! Yeah! Kick his ass! 

It was like a raging storm in that room. Erik walks further into the room, bumping shoulders accidentally with a wild amped up Al Pacino look alike with slicked back hair and what looked to be a waiter’s uniform on. These men came all the way here from their boring jobs to relieve some tension. Erik took his spot in a corner, his commanding yet piercing eyes scanning the room. He sought out Adonis again, finding him shouting into the ring. Erik was standing under one of only several lights in the after-midnight blackness of a basement full of men. In the ring two new guys are fighting. One of the men has his opponent's arms behind his head in a full nelson and rammed his face into the ring floor until his teeth bit down on the inside of his cheek. He kept going, even when the guy yelled stop. Adonis jumped into the ring, yanking the guy away and earning a right hook to his face. Erik hisses before grabbing his own jaw as if he could feel it. 

“WHAT ARE THE FUCKING RULES, HUH?!” Adonis head butts him, knocking the guy to the floor before looking down on him with vengeful eyes, “WHEN THEY YELL STOP! YOU FUCKING STOP! Get up,” Adonis throws up his fists, “I said get the fuck up!”

Yeah Adonis! Teach him a lesson!

Body glistening from sweat and muscles perfectly sculpted as if they were carved out of limestone, Adonis beats this man down with just his fists, no special combo move like he’s some wrestler. The guy had enough, throwing his hands up in surrender. Adonis smiles with his blood stained teeth. There’s grunting and noise at fight club like at the gym, but fight club isn’t about looking good. There’s hysterical shouting in tongues like at church, except this isn’t a holy sanctuary like your grandmother would drag you to every Sunday morning to praise and worship. Erik briefly wondered who is responsible for mopping up the blood and sweat from the ring floor after all of this is over. Just standing there watching has his adrenaline spiked. Adonis raises his head towards the ceiling before opening his eyes, the low light making the blood on his face glisten. 

His chocolate eyes scanned the room and when they landed on Erik he seemed to freeze with shock but then a knowing smile appeared on his face. Erik returned the same smile bobbing his head in greeting. Adonis left the ring and squeezed through the small crowd of men before finally coming face to face with Erik. Erik’s eyes sparked as they quickly swept Adonis’ drenched body. He had to suck in a quick breath to calm the pulse coming from his dick. All this charged up, aggressive energy is what Erik craves every time he fucks a man. That fighting back before surrendering to him when all his fat dick enters them. Adonis looked like the type to fight back, Erik really wanted to see that for himself. He hoped it would be sooner rather than later. 

“Looks like underground street fights are a new favorite of mines,” Erik chuckled. 

The corners of Adonis’ eyes crinkled as he smiled, “Didn’t think you would really show up.”

“I’m not all bark and no bite, bruh. When I say I’m gonna be somewhere, I make it happen. Anyway, I ain’t never seen shit like this so I wasn’t about to pass that up,” Erik’s lashes fluttered and his tongue glided across his bottom lip, his gold slugs twinkling in the low light like diamonds. Adonis’ brows knitted and his eyes fell to Erik’s lips. He caught himself staring and backed away, scratching the tip of his nose and taking a deep breath, his pectorals dancing one at a time. Erik’s eyes flickered with mischief and he crossed his arms over his chest. 

“I broke the code inviting you here, you know that?” Adonis looks around, “I’m surprised nobody called you out to fight them. When that happens, you have to fight. That’s the rules.” 

“I don’t abide by rules easily,” Erik’s eyes are ablaze but his voice is like melted honey, “And clearly neither do you. I do my own thing. Is there some contract you have to sign to be involved in this shit?”

“First thirty names on the list get in, if you get in, you set up your fight right away, if you want to fight. If not, there are guys that do so maybe you should stay home.” Adonis points to his left brow, “A couple of stitches fixed this, some of these guys leave here with injuries so bad they need a bed in the hospital...It ain’t for everybody.” 

“But yet here they are getting their asses handed to em’,” Erik shakes his head, “Looks like you need a drink.” 

“I do, I was actually headed to the bar around the corner after this,” Adonis lifted a single brow as his eyes peered into Erik’s, “You’re welcome to join me if you want...I can tell you more about the fight club...looks like you’re interested in joining.” 

“Maybe,” Erik surveyed Adonis’ face, “We could get to know each other a little? You know, I feel like you’re a cool dude, wouldn’t mind kickin’ it over drinks.” 

“I don’t see why not,” Adonis gives Erik a quizzical look before backing away, “Meet me at The Spare Room around the corner from here.” 

Erik chuckles as he watches Adonis back away, stroking the length of his beard while he takes in the vibe of Adonis’ body language, “Aight, I’ll be waiting for you at the bar.” 

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“I ordered for you if that’s cool? Whiskey.” 

Adonis is sporting a black and grey Nike zip-up hoodie with matching track pants and black AirMax on his feet. He settles next to Erik at the bar before drumming his fingers nervously on the polished wood of the bar countertop. The bartender serves them two glass tumblers filled with whiskey and a black cocktail straw. Erik removes his straw and drinks straight from the rim of his glass. Adonis stirs the ice in his glass around before taking a hefty sip over the rim as well. 

“What are you going to tell your job tomorrow about that purple bruise under your eye and that bloody nose? You tripped and hit your face against a brick wall?” Erik cracks a smile.

“I’m off tomorrow,” Adonis touches the bruise under his eye, wincing a bit, “That punch was brutal.” 

“I felt that shit myself. Damn, he got your ass good.” 

“And I got his ass right back,” Adonis proclaimed. 

Erik finishes his drink before calling on the bartender for more.

“After a fight I usually get some pussy to calm me down but good pussy is hard to come by these days,” Adonis stretches his back, “I ain’t been in good pussy in a minute…”

Erik’s jaw clenched at the way Adonis said pussy. He glanced over at Adonis, watching him drink from his glass. 

“Shoot Andrea a text, maybe she’ll stop by and give you that pussy you’ve been craving,” Erik motions for 

Adonis to pick up his phone, “The night is still young, ain’t too late to get in that puss...ain’t never too late.”

Adonis arched a single brow at Erik, “...You fuck her?”

“She yours?” Erik twirled his glass while studying his drink.

“Nah, she’s not...but did you hit?”

Erik bites his bottom lip, “Once, around the time I first hired her. She got it.”

“I know, I been it before,” Adonis shakes his head, “You fuck all the women on your staff?” 

“Yeah, if they want this fat dick.” 

Adonis stirred in his seat, “Another round, homie.”

The bartender fills his glass, the liquid sloshing around the only sound between them until the bartender walks away. 

“You mad I dipped into Drea?” Erik asks casually.

“Can’t be mad at that. She’s not mine...remember?” 

“I got this feeling that if she was yours...you would use this bar top to crack my head open,” Erik flashes Adonis a dimpled smile, “That’s if you can though.” 

“You talk like you would want that,” Adonis squinted his eyes. 

“I like aggression,” Erik says with a hushed tone. Adonis looked away, pondering Erik’s words. He couldn’t explain it but the way he said that felt as if he were flirting with him. Adonis pulls his phone out of his pocket at that exact moment to find Andrea’s number. He shoots her a quick you up text before returning to his drink. 

“You from around here,” Adonis asked to clear the growing tension. It only worked a little. 

“South Central. You?” 

“Crenshaw up until the age of twelve, in and out of Juvie until my dad's wife found me…”

“Your mom wasn’t around?” Erik asked.

“She died when I was ten. Never knew my dad until his wife took me in...from there I moved to Tarzana to live in this mansion. My whole life changed. Found out who my pops was too. Apollo Creed.” 

“Shit...you serious?” Erik’s eyebrows disappeared behind his dreads, “Bro...that’s WILD...why didn’t you follow in your father's footsteps?”

“I didn’t want to be known as Apollo Creed’s son and expected to be the next Creed star. I wanted to do my own thing, you know? That pro boxer shit didn’t stroke my curiosity. All the fame, all the attention. Nah, underground street fighting is my thing.”

“I’m sure your old man would be proud either way though, you’re a hot head just like him.” 

Adonis smirks, “That’s what I’ve been told.” 

“I know mine would be proud of me...lost him to the streets back in 92’ when the riots were going on. He was an activist like my momma. He protected me from getting shot on my tricycle. It humbled me...Still got my momma. She moved back to New Orleans two years ago.”

“Those riots were crazy. I’m sorry about your father...shit is tough.” 

Erik sighs, “It is, but it just reminds me of how lucky I am to have him as a father. Made me the man I am today.” 

“Yeah...I got nothing but love for my dad even though I never met him. Took me a while to get here though, it wasn’t a walk in the park. Got siblings I didn’t connect with in the beginning but now we’re tight. Mary Anne...that’s my step-mom’s name, she didn’t have to raise me, could have left me in the system.”

“What was your real mom’s name?”

“Vivica. She was an aspiring model. My dad met her at some Hollywood party. They slept around for a while but then Mary Anne found out so he ended things. My mom got pregnant, kept the pregnancy a secret until she passed from a brain aneurysm. By then my pops was already gone. Mary Anne found out and raised me.”

“Man,” Erik dragged his hand down his face, “This whole conversation turned heavy so quick. Let’s fill up these glasses, we need more liquor.”

“I second that.”

The bartender gladly refilled their glasses. For a little while longer, Erik and Adonis talked, learning more about each other. They argued about their favorite Anime, the best clubs in LA, and other random shit that had them laughing. They had only met about six days ago and they talked like old friends catching up. Adonis asks for a bottle of water since he has to drive. The bartender brings him his bottle at the precise moment that his phone buzzes. Picking up his phone, Adonis unlocks it to find a text with an image attached from Andrea. Opening the text, Adonis’ eyes became stormy with lust and his bottom lip poked out with need. 

“Goddamn,” He muttered. Andrea always knew how to get him worked up. She’s on the floor naked with her legs spread wide in front of her floor mirror, peanut skin glistening from whatever body oil she used and that phat, creamy pussy with all her glistening pink spread open and freshly waxed for him to come play with. He remembers how sweet she tastes. Adonis’ tongue rolled around his teeth before forcing his eyes away, locking the phone and placing it within his pocket. He was about to be all up in that pussy. 

“Andrea?” Erik says with a sly smirk. 

“Yeah...she really miss me,” Adonis retrieves his wallet from his pocket, “I can cover the drinks—“

“It’s already on my tab, bruh. Don’t worry about it. Go ahead and handle your business.” 

“You ain’t have to do that, Erik,” Adonis stands from his stool.”

“Think of it as a victory drink for the champion of underground street fighting,” Erik held up his glass to Adonis before knocking back the rest of the contents. 

“I hope that’s your last drink, your eyes are so fucking low.” 

“It is, I gotta get home, I’m pretty tired,” Erik tells the bartender to close his tab before standing from his seat. He dabs Adonis, bringing him in for a brief bro hug, pulling away so that his cologne wouldn’t have his dick brushing up against his. He didn’t need that to happen so soon. 

“I’ll holla at you, Erik,” Adonis turns to leave the bar. 

Erik watches him exit before short, heated breaths escaped his mouth. Erik signs his receipt before leaving himself. While walking to the car, Erik pulls his phone from his hoodie pocket, scrolling through his messages, and finding the person he was looking for. 

Erik: Still on for tomorrow night with you and hubby?

Jodie: Absolutely💕 we’ll see you tomorrow night! Can’t wait 😘

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Andrea has an apartment at the Madison Toluca in North Hollywood, CA. It’s a three bedroom, two bathroom apartment with a black, red, and white color scheme. Adonis arrived shortly after 12:30 AM and knocked on her door. Her All black Yorkipoo—-a mixed breed of a Yorkshire terrier and a poodle, named Cookie was barking at the door when he knocked. Andrea could be heard yelling at Cookie before opening her door. Andrea beamed at Adonis with her big round eyes bewitching and her smile wide and pretty. She was wearing a teal blue Nike sports bra with a pair of black high crotch panties and bare feet. Her platinum blonde pixie cut is wet and slicked back from her shower and her peanut skin still glowed from the oil on her body. 

“I didn’t get a response from you so I didn’t think you would show up,” Andrea stepped to the side to allow Adonis entry, “What made you text me tonight to see if I was up?”

“You know how I get after a fight.”

 Adonis closed the space between them and grabbed the back of Andrea’s neck, tilting her head back enough to have her back bending before his thick tongue slithered up her neck and to her lips for a kiss. Adonis always itched for sex after a fight. His dick on swole and his hands unexcused Adonis cuffed Andrea’s ass, damn near pulling her from the ground. They continued to kiss, suck, and lick all over each other’s mouth to savor the taste. 

“Damn, got my dick heavy right now, girl,” Adonis squeezes Andrea’s ass, “come on, I want that pretty pussy.” 

“Donnie,” Andrea moaned, voice as pure and sweet as if from heaven, “I miss the way you used to fuck me.” 

“Uh-huh?” Adonis lifts Andrea off her feet, wrapping her legs around him, “How I used to fuck you?” 

“So good baby,” Andrea thumbed Adonis’ pouty bottom lip before peppering light kisses along them, “I miss your lips on my pussy too.” 

“I can’t wait to taste it again, is she still nice and creamy?”

“Always, daddy,” Andrea’s body shook with anticipation in his arms, “Damn...I’m shaking.” 

“It’s because you need this just as much as I do.” 

“I miss your big dick stuffing me,” Andrea dragged her kisses down Adonis’ neck. 

“You miss the way daddy used to give it to you?”

“Ooh, yes—“ 

“I’ma tear you up, Drea.” 

Adonis brought Andrea to her bedroom, flopping down with her straddling his lap. Andrea giggles like she always does while Adonis kisses along her neck and tongues her cleavage. Andrea’s breath is coming out shallow and fast. Adonis grabbed her face, making her look at him. 

“Breathe,” Adonis pecked her nose, “This dick ain’t going nowhere,” Adonis smirked, “It’s all for you, girl.”

“This my dick?” Andrea leans back so that she could grab for Adonis’ crotch, “It’s so goddamn thick goddamn baby.”

“I’m tryna make you cream all over it.”

Adonis was in an intense tongue-lock with Andrea while she stroked him through his track pants. She broke the kiss with a trail of spit before lifting from Adonis’ lap and dropping to her knees. A constant hiss escaped her mouth as she fumbled with his track pants. Discovering his waistband, Andrea pulls his pants and briefs down and around his ankles. That fat, long, swinging dick almost hit her in the face. Andrea grabs it before putting it right in her mouth where it belongs. While Andrea Gluck-Glucked Adonis removed his hoodie and the black T-shirt beneath it. 

“I just wanna fuck your face and eat your pussy until you can’t take it anymore,” Adonis tilted his head back, “Drea, fuck.” 

Adonis curses under his breath when Andrea gave his heavy balls some attention before bringing her lips back to that fat tip. Adonis dragged his fingers through her wet, short platinum blonde strands before palming the back of her neck and forcing more dick into her mouth. The loud slurping was something Adonis missed heavily. His hips were practically off of the bed now, lip between his teeth and eyebrows knitted together. 

“I miss this fucking mouth,” Adonis fucked Andrea’s mouth, “Shit, Drea, you still got it girl, this mouth is still a beast.” 

Andrea smirked before stroking his spit covered dick while sucking the tip. She really missed his dick from the way she was eating it up. Adonis wasn’t about to stop her, he simply widened his legs and laid back on his elbows. 

“You finna have a nigga bust,” Adonis’ abdomen flexed, “I needed this so fucking bad, make me bust, girl.” 

The eye contact she was giving him had Adonis balls so full with his tasty cum. 

“Just loving on me,” He says before chewing on his bottom lip, “Mmhmmm,” his eyes closed and his brows pressed together tightly. 

Andrea planted her hands on the bed and started bobbing her head up and down his dick while moving her head in a circular motion. 

“Slow down...yes, yes, like that,” Adonis’ lips parted. 

He could literally feel the corners of the inside of Andrea’s mouth and her tight pouty lips nice and steady on his dick. She manipulated that muscular organ in her mouth to flick back and forth on the base of his dick and his balls each time she went down. 

“Love on my dick, babygirl, Drea I’m about to bust, you ready?” Adonis’ eyes squeezed shut and he completely fell back against the bed, “good girl slurp all that shit up oh my fucking God,” Adonis exploded in Andrea’s mouth damn near making her choke. 

“Get up here,” He says, picking Andrea up and bringing her on the bed. Andrea was on her knees, shaking her slim thick booty in his face, her pussy wide with anticipation. Her cream made a mess of her pussy and it was begging to be licked up. Adonis smacks each ass cheek before giving both of them a nice, appreciative kiss. His lips tickled and they felt so moist against Andrea’s skin. She widened her thighs and arched her back more, practically pushing her pussy into Adonis’ face for him. 

“You shoving this beautiful pussy in my face?”

Andrea nods her head with a bite of her lip. Adonis turns around, laying his head between Andrea’s thighs before wrapping one arm around her waist with the other hand occupied with jerking his fat pole. Andrea sat on his face fully before grinding Adonis’ lips. He leans forward to place his lips on her pussy, serving her tongue with long trails of spit. The wiggle of his wet tongue had her lifting up on her hands, thighs shaking. Adonis takes both of his thumbs, peeling her open.

His damn tongue.

“Ooh, yes, Donnie.” 

Her entire body shivered.

Adonis’ tongue was dripping with spit and warm against her inner folds. He was in the middle of spelling out his name with the tip of his tongue all up and down her slit. With the D Andrea’s body shivered. With the O she started shuddering in breaths of gasping completion. With the two N’s Andrea clawed the bed. The letter I made a shape over her clit at the right angle. After the E He sucked her pussy into his mouth. 

“When you lick me you never miss a spot,” She said with a voice like the harmony of angles. Adonis lapped at her pussy some more in response to her words, “Donnie, please don’t stop, baby...I’m gonna cum, Donnie keep doing that to me.” 

Adonis gave her sloppy suction kisses down to her entrance and back up to her clit, keeping her lips apart so he could really get inside. He repeated and repeated, slurping and sucking and licking and kissing. He went faster and faster and she bucked her hips into his mouth, cries getting louder and louder.

“Mmmm, yes, do it like that,” Andrea said with a sensual voice. 

“How bad do you want to cum?” Adonis said before he slurped on her clit and her labia at the same time, moaning himself feeling his precum wet his fingers.

 “Really bad daddy...I wanna cum so fucking bad from your dirty mouth...make me scream.”

“Fuck. You may be a sweetheart but you a freak for sure.” 

Adonis concentrates on tonguing and sucking all the spots that have Andrea’s hips bucking and her pussy smothering him. 

“Daddy...guess what?” Andrea’s eyes watered and heat crept up her body. 

“Uh-huh, I got that pussy cumming?” Adonis’ words are muffled with the way his lips trailed all over Andrea’s pussy. 

With that Andrea’s body froze as her orgasm washed over her. Remembering how good Adonis ate her pussy wasn’t enough for her. Now she was experiencing it again while sitting on his face. He was going for round two from what it felt like. He kept saying over and over how much he needed her beautiful phat pussy and how he was going to dick her down just like that with her back arched. Andrea was ready to crawl off of him when her second orgasm hit her. She squealed so loud her throat went raw. Satisfied, Adonis resurfaced, his lips and freshly shaved chin glistening from her juicy folds. 

“Come taste how sweet you are.” 

Andrea turns, wrapping her arms around Adonis’ shoulders before licking his lips. She hummed with satisfaction while pulling him down on top of her body. 

“Pussy is gushy baby,” Adonis held all his body weight up on one hand while the other played with Andrea’s folds, “That pussy just needs me in it...I could tell from how your eyes lit up when you saw me… miss the way I bust this tight kitty open...I wanna stick my dick so deep in it.”

Adonis leans down on his elbow to kiss Andrea again while he rubbed her clit. His dick is like a swinging pendulum between his legs right now, desperate and hard for Andrea’s pussy. Adonis has enough of teasing Andrea with how fast his heart beats and how painfully hard he is. Grabbing his dick, mixing the wetness on his fingers from her pussy on his pre-cum laden dick, Adonis lined up with Andrea’s pussy before thrusting in slowly, widening her thighs at the same time. Adonis groaned when he was fully inside, making sure to watch her face so that he could see all of her expressions. 

“Ahhh, yes, that’s it.” 

Adonis’ muscular body was mesmerizing from that angle. He began to roll his hips, working all that girth and length in and out of Andrea. Adonis felt Andrea’s pussy squeeze his dick and it only made him go harder. Adonis pulls Andrea’s sports bra off, her perky breasts with dark brown nipples reminding him of Hershey kisses blessing his eyes. Adonis sucked on each titty while he strokes her pussy. The double sensation has Andrea creamy and the macaroni and cheese sound of her pussy grew louder and louder between them. 

“You taking this dick just like you used to,” Adonis pushes her thighs back, “Fuck all that moaning call me daddy while I’m in it.” 

“Daddy,” Andrea whispered. 

“Look at it Drea,” Adonis whispered back. 

Andrea’s eyes traveled down the length of Adonis’ magnificent body to his long, thick dick spreading her open. She couldn’t put into words how full she felt. 

“Pretty, ain’t it?” Adonis whispered, “This how Erik fucked this pussy?”

Andrea’s eyes flicked up to Adonis’ face quickly. She went red with embarrassment, ragged gasps leaving her mouth. 

“What? Answer the question,” Adonis pushed his dick all the way in. Andrea could feel it tickle her navel. 

“Yessssssss,” Andrea answered with an uneven breath. 

“He fuck this pussy in your bed, Drea?” Adonis’ hips were smacking into the back of her thighs, “What he do, girl?”

“He-he fu-fucked me in my b-bed,” Andrea stuttered. Adonis heard himself grunt at her response. Had he ever gotten off on another man fucking the same chick as him? No. Probably wouldn’t have cared in the past but for some reason, knowing that Erik hit Drea too has him harder than he was seconds ago.

“You call him daddy?” 

“Yes!!! Donnie, baby, it’s so much dick,” Andrea’s face frowned with ecstasy.

“And this pussy is good so you’re getting all this dick, baby,” Adonis reaches up to grab onto Andrea’s headboard and she knows what that means. Andrea held onto his waist with a death grip to prepare herself. Adonis started descending his dick all at once in Andrea’s pussy. No pause, no warning, just nothing but a fat dick with all its length sinking into her drenched pussy fluently. It felt like she wasn’t in control of her body anymore. 

“Donnie, please please please,” Her mouth opened, no words escaping. 

“Did he call you his nasty little girl?” Adonis says with a voice so gruff and guttural. He looked down at his dick working the hell out of Andrea’s pussy. The muscles in his back and arms burned in a good way. He was tearing Andrea up from this angle, “Got me going crazy in this pussy...I needed this pussy.” 

“Daddy, daddy I’m gonna squirt,” Andrea’s toes curled. Her body didn’t feel like it belonged to her anymore with the way Adonis was taking her pussy. Andrea trembled while her pussy leaked it’s sweet juices all over his dick. 

“Got that pussy cumming?!! You ain’t answer my question...he calls you his nasty little girl?” 

“No,” she spoke faintly, “He called me his nasty little bitch.” 

Adonis bit down on his lip hard. He pumped her fast a few more times before withdrawing from her tightness, flipping her over and arching her back deep. 

“Nasty little bitch? Huh? You like that name?” Adonis sounded harsh, “Keep that ass up Drea, come on baby...I got something for you.” 

“DADDY!!” Andrea wasn’t prepared for that big surprise just now. Adonis has both of his large hands on her waist while he plowed her. She never had this rough amount of treatment from him. 

“Daddy, shit,” her shoulders fell forward against the bed. High-pitched moans filled the room and her cheeks smacking and ricocheting off of Adonis’ rock hard hips was stinging her flesh. He was hostile and she loved the change. Sure, Adonis’ much gentle side was always just as good but to see him use her body the way he was it had her squirting and she never experienced squirting while having sex with him. She needed more of this. 

“Throw it back, Drea, keep going, baby,” Adonis watched her struggle. It didn’t matter to him, his big dick was nice and wet. 

“Nasty little girl, huh?” 

“Yes,” Her breath was rattled. 

“Come on and make this dick cum.” Adonis grabbed her hips, forcing her back to take all his length. Andrea screamed.

“That’s how you do it, so do it, girl, I’m not showing you again,” Adonis watched her do it right this time with a smirk, “That’s my nasty little girl… take this dick...keep taking this dick.”

“Daddy-“

“Why is this lil’ pussy so fat? Damn,” Adonis felt his nut sack jump, “Look at this beautiful, fat pussy, go ahead and cum Drea, go ahead baby.” 

“Yes, daddy, Unh!!!!!” 

Andrea slows down, Adonis taking over again, giving it to her and moaning the closer he got to cumming. 

“That pretty pussy, fuck, take this nut girl,” Adonis’ words were stuck in his throat the second he let off in her pussy with his thick cum. Thank God she was taking contraceptives because she would be pregnant with all his damn babies with how thick and heavy his load is. Adonis retracted his hips, dick sliding out and his cum dripping from Andrea’s gaping entrance. His dick left a serious imprint with how much wider her slick hole is. 

“Damn,” Andrea’s body turned over, “That was some kind of fucking,” she giggles, wiping sweat from her face, “What’s gotten into you, Donnie? baby, you were wild in this pussy tonight.” 

“Lack of pussy does that to you,” Adonis stood from the bed, stretching out his back muscles. Andrea tilted her head while staring at his dick. 

“Round two?” Andrea begged. 

Adonis sighed, “I need some water first.” 

“How do you know Erik anyway?” 

Adonis shrugged, “Comic Con. It was a random situation. He gave me his business card and that’s how I ended up at his gym.” 

Andrea gave Adonis a playful smile, “Are you mad that I fucked him? It was only once, Adonis.” 

“Nah, I’m not mad,” Adonis gave Andrea a once-over with his chocolate eyes, “But you liked that I brought it up...that pussy was choking my dick.” 

“I did. Maybe we should have a threesome. I would love it if you both fucked me.” 

Adonis felt his chest grow tight from her words. His face twisted up with confusion at the feeling. Was that...anticipation? Nervous excitement? 

“Maybe, you should get on all fours again so I can come back and get some more of that pussy,” Adonis responded before leaving her room to grab them both some water. 

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Parked on a hill on Valley Ridge Ave. in View Park, CA,

Erik pulled out his phone to remind himself of the address. 4515. DVSN- Still Pray for You stopped playing when Erik turned his car off. Air Jordan 3 Retro’s, Khaki cargo pants, white T-shirt, a denim jacket, and layered gold chains was Erik’s outfit for the evening. His dreads are side swept, a few of them falling in his eyes. He slouched slightly in his gait, oozing confidence. The home is an iconic 1930 Spanish Revival with stunning city views, exceptional vintage details, custom modern updates, a large beautiful private yard with a tiered flat grassy area, patio, and an herb garden. Jogging up the steps, Erik knocked on the green door, stepping back before swatting away a moth that lingered near the porch light. 

The door unlocked, Jodie standing before Erik with a glass of red wine in her hand and a long charcoal grey T-shirt dress with a high slit, coffee brown eyes fringed with false lashes and copper skin looking soft and silky. Her lush lips are glossy and her blue-black hair is in a sleek low bun. Erik’s eyes traveled from her toes that are painted a fuchsia pink up her shapely legs, over her poked out hip and up to her heart-shaped face. Sweet notes of apple and apricot wafted from her skin the closer Erik got to her. He leaned down to kiss her glossy lips delicately, his tongue tasting the gloss. Jodie’s oval-shaped pink ombré nail skimmed Erik’s jawline with fascination. 

“Hi,” Jodie said with a pleasant voice. 

“Hey,” Erik whispered back, the suave way he said it causing Jodie to nibble on her lip. 

“Do you want some wine?” Jodie offered. 

“I’ll take some wine,” Erik closes Jodie’s front door, “Where is the party?”

“For now, in the living room.” 

Jodie pointed towards the area in question before walking away with a sway of her extremely thick hips towards the kitchen. Erik found the living room, Jodie’s husband, Vance, seated on the couch, smoking some weed, denim cut-off shorts on, an olive green linen short sleeve button-down shirt with a bandanna print open and revealing his athletic body. The deep brown complexion of his skin looked satiny beneath the living room lights. His chiseled face with sharp cheekbones made him look like a male model and Erik especially loved the nose ring on his broad nose. His full lips smirked at him before taking yet another puff of weed. That fresh fade with glossy waves and perfectly groomed beard has Erik lusting even more. 

Vance spoke with a husky voice, “Erik...glad you came.” 

“Me too...let me hit that.”

Vance shared his weed with Erik. 

“Training TRX on Wednesday next week?” Vance asked. 

“I am. I’m not here to talk about my gym though, you know that,” Erik said, savoring the weed, “I ain’t know you went both ways, Vance.” 

Vance cracked a smile, “Yeah, I’m bisexual. Me and Jodie. We’ve been trying to hook up a threesome with a man for a while and then Jodie said she saw you out a few weeks ago at the Avalon with some dude tonguing him down.”

“A date I met on Tinder, fucked him good that night too,” Erik’s head relaxed against the couch, licking his lips to the memory. 

“I bet you did,” Vance passed the weed, “He takes it well too?”

“He needed to be trained, but I’m good at that..have them coming back for more in no time.” 

“Mm,” Vance’s eyes glossed down to Erik’s crotch where his dick print was visible on his left thigh. Vance shook his head as his breath rushed out. Erik was a big boy. 

“You looking for something?” Erik spoke softly, the sensation of the weed sweeping deeper, “it’s right here,” Erik squeezed his dick, the cargo pants molding around the shape of it, “You want this dick?” Erik’s eyes looked at Vance’s big lips and he just knew those juicy lips would feel fucking fantastic sucking on him. 

“I do, I want that dick.” 

“Put that weed out and come get it, that’s why I’m here right? Get the fuck over here,” Erik takes off his denim jacket, widening his thighs, “That pretty ass mouth you got...I need my dick sucked now…do it slow too.” 

Vance’s hand gripped Erik’s dick through his pants. Erik made it jump against his hand. Vance let out a groan. 

“Come on, boy, my shit is thick right now.” 

Vance went to work on Erik’s pants, pulling them down and around his ankles. He couldn’t wait to satisfy the beautiful massive dick in front of his eyes. Slide that big dick in his hungry mouth and drain his balls. Speaking of balls...they are heavy and soft to the touch. Erik slouched, pulling his T-shirt up to reveal his taut abdomen, defined pectorals, and bulging biceps. His dick was standing up and the veins looked like a work of art on his chocolate pole. 

“From the way you’re looking at it I can tell you’ve been wondering just how big this dick is...right, nigga?”

“Yes…”

“Yeah...it’s here for you and your wife...where is wifey at anyway? Jodie!” Erik called for her.

“I’m here—Ooh,” Jodie sauntered over and placed Erik’s wine on the coffee table. She’s in her purple lace bra and panties set. Jodie dropped to her knees next to Vance. She stared at Erik’s dick in a trance. 

“Let me feel those soft ass lips, Vance,” Erik slapped Vance on the cheek, startling him, “Yeah, you taking too long, baby boy, all this fat dick in front of you. Show your wife how you suck some nut out of the dick.”

“Damn, Erik,” Jodie’s eyes are love-struck. 

Vance gripped Erik’s dick and pumped him nice and steady, making sure to squeeze a little just beneath the tip of his dick so he could watch his pre-cum spill from his slit. Spreading the pre-cum along the sides of Erik’s dick, Vance’s big lips engulfed half of Erik’s dick, bobbing his head while reaching down to gently squeeze his balls. Erik kept his gaze pointed downward, looking from his dick being sucked by Vance and Jodie watching with envious eyes. Jodie has to grab hold of something so she placed her hand over Vance’s erection, his visible erection pressed hard against his denim cut-offs. 

“Two big dicks just for me,” Jodie spoke with excitement. 

“Don’t worry, ma, you’ll have some of this dick in your mouth too, Fuckkkk...yeah, suck that shit...suck that fat dick...oooh, you really wanted this shit, hungry ass nigga...don’t get too greedy your wife need some of that too.”

“Yes I do,” Jodie has Vance’s jeans and briefs down with his dark chocolate dick in her hand, nice and warm. It’s more so long than girthy. She jerked him while watching Vance slurp up Erik. 

“Vance...baby...get that dick,” She whimpered. 

Erik will never get over how good Vance’s lips feel. He thrust his hips, forcing more girth and length into Vance’s greedy mouth. Damn, he can deep throat too. 

“Look at you deep throating this wood, boy. You miss big black dick in your mouth, yeah? Miss a nice pair of heavy balls too? I got a load waiting just for you...all you gotta do is be a good boy…”

Erik’s eyes went so low that his long lashes made them seem like they are closed. Jodie’s hand twisted Vance’s erection and each time Erik’s dick hit the back of Vance’s throat, his dick would jump in Jodie’s hand. She arched her back and brought her lips to Vance’s dick. Jodie wasted no time slurping along Vance’s dick. One look at Jodie’s ass in the air has Erik reaching down, his thick fingers clawing her lace panties and yanking them from her ass in pieces. That action made her lips tighten around Vance’s dick and Vance moaned. 

“How that dick taste Jodie?” Erik asked. 

“Delicious,” She said before slurping Vance up some more. 

“Got that phat ass in the air...I already know that pussy phat with the way it sits in your leggings at the gym…”

“Mmm,” Vance cast his eyes upwards watching as Erik’s toned abdomen is exposed, reaching up to run his hand along the deep ridges of the cut muscle, slurping along his dick. He worked more of Erik into his mouth until his nose touched his trimmed hairs, feeling his length curve down his throat as he took him all the way. 

Jodie was in the middle of gagging on Vance’s dick, her spit staining the carpet the more she tried to swallow him. She reached beneath her, hand finding her creamy pussy before spreading her folds to rub her clit in circles. Erik could hear Jodie’s pussy from his seat on the couch. He groans deep, mouth hanging open from the way Vance was sucking him. He tilts his head to watch Jodie while holding the back of Vance’s head to fuck his throat. 

“FUCK!” Erik let out the curse before gripping Vance’s throat, hips jerking from how purposefully tight Vance’s lips are as his mouth slipped off, “Let Jodie have some.” 

Jodie’s lips popped off of Vance’s dick. Erik gazed at Vance’s dark brown dick. All that dark chocolate. He’s long as fuck too. Ain’t nothing Erik can’t handle down his throat. Too bad tonight was his night to get all the work. Jodie moaned before gripping Erik’s spit covered dick. Her tongue flicked Erik’s dick before she locked eyes with him, batting her false lashes like she’s innocent with all that fat dick in her mouth. 

“Damn, girl, crazy with it,” Erik leaned forward to slap both of Jodie’s cheeks hard, “Got all this hard dick down your pretty little throat...got your Hubby taking off his clothes...you see your wife sucking my dick, Vance? She a dick hungry bitch.” 

Vance is completely naked now. He pumped his long dick while leaning over Erik’s lap to hope for Jodie’s lips to slip off so he could take over again. Jodie lets her throat get fucked, gagging only slightly before fighting it back down, eyes turned up to watch the pleasure on Erik’s face as she feels Erik’s dick stretching out her esophagus. Jodie moans around his length, reveling in the taste of Erik on her tongue.

“Jodie,” Vance calls to her while gently squeezing Erik’s balls, “put his dick in my mouth.”

“You want some more of his hard, thick dick? Here,” Jodie feeds Vance Erik’s dick, “Suck it baby…”

“Husband and wife working together...Jodie...let me see that pussy,” Erik showed her how wide his tongue is. 

Jodie climbed onto the couch, turning with her ass facing Erik before bending over on her knees. Her pussy lips are pushed between her thick thighs. Two slippery lips that he wanted to kiss. 

“Spread your cheeks so I can see all that pink pussy...mmmmm,” Erik hisses, “Pussy creamy as fuck,” Erik licks his fingers before resting them on Jodie’s protruding clit and labia. He loved how smooth and soft she is. It looked like chocolate and from the way she tasted on his fingers it was just as sweet too. 

“Come here,” Erik spoke firmly, slapping Jodie’s ass, “lay on your back and spread your thighs so I can finger fuck you.”

“Unh—“

“I wanna feel how tight this little pussy is.” 

Vance jerks Erik’s dick before slobbering on the tip of his dick, “It’s tight...she’ll grip you.” 

“That’s what I want, right Miss Jodie?” 

“Yes, daddy,” Jodie says with a lick of her lips. 

“There you go, baby boy, suck that fucking dick up, suck daddy’s dick up,” Erik demanded. He could feel his balls grow tight and he knew what that meant. He didn’t want to cum yet, not until he had his dick in Vance’s ass and Jodie’s pussy. 

“Erik,” Jodie called to him with a melodic voice. 

Erik watched her bring her knees to her chest, that pussy wide open and her slippery hole winking at him. Erik couldn’t hold back from rubbing Jodie’s clit back and forth before slapping it, causing her to whimper. Erik smoothed his fingers down her pussy before pushing two fingers inside, biting his lip at the way Jodie gasped. 

“Tight fucking puss,” Erik strokes with a curl of his fingers, “I’m digging baby?”

“Yess,” She cries.

“I hear that pussy,” Vance says with spit hanging from his mouth. 

“Come suck her clit,” Erik commanded. Vance and Erik got down on the floor between Jodie’s thighs. Vance spreads her pussy lips so wide that her labia stretched. Erik was astounded when he saw how much cream spilled from Jodie’s pussy. Vance’s tongue curved at the tip while he teased her big clit. 

“Clit big as fuck, Vance stop playing, suck that shit up. Clit nice and phat like that you better suck it.” 

When Vance’s lips wrapped around Jodie’s clit she moaned to the ceiling. Vance reached up to pull the cups of her bra down, her big, round breasts spilling over, creating a mouthful. Erik damn near drooled. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth while his fingers played all in Jodie’s pussy. Vance was slurping loudly on her pussy and it had Erik slapping Vance’s firm ass. 

“Yeah, nigga,” Erik says, “Got the whole puss in your mouth, make this bitch cum...say, I’ma make this pretty pussy cum.” 

“I’ma make this pretty pussy cum,” Vance says before French kissing Jodie’s clit. 

“I’ma make it squirt,” Erik flicked his tongue on Jodie’s nipple before showing some attention to the other. Jodie gripped his dreads when he went back and forth with sucking her nipples. He had her thrusting her chest into his mouth. 

“Grip me like that again, go ahead, ima put my face in your pussy next,” Erik spoke roughly. 

“Eat my pussy up,” Jodie widened her legs, “There’s plenty...slurp me up daddy.” 

“Nasty bitch, I like you,” Erik was face to face with Vance, “Let me see how that clit fit in my mouth.” 

Vance chuckles before giving Erik some room to eat on Jodie. He helped him by keeping her pussy lips open. Erik was still working his fingers, practically stirring all in Jodie’s creamy cavern. Erik kisses Jodie’s clit, the pecks slowly turning into full blown French kisses that has him opening his mouth wide to wrap his lips around her. 

“Mhm,” Erik’s eyes rolled shut.

“Taste good, yeah?” Vance said while extending his neck to kiss Jodie’s lips, “That’s your pussy on my tongue.”

“Mmm, I taste lovely.” 

Erik spits on Jodie’s clit before working his tongue with so much gusto that Jodie and Vance watched with awe. 

“Ooooh, He’s stroking my pussy with those thick fingers...oooh, I’ma squirt…Vance, baby, he’s gonna make me squirt, baby,” Jodie grabbed for the back of the couch. She became spasmodic and Vance had to hold her down and kiss her lips to distract her so Erik can keep going. That bitch was leaking all in Erik’s mouth. He sucked her up again before tasting his fingers. Vance leaned over Jodie’s lap, getting some of Jodie’s pussy too. 

“Pussy is so goddamn good,” Erik gripped Jodie’s jaw, pressing his lips into hers, “I can’t wait to bust your shit wide open, let’s take this shit to the bed.”

Pulling his lips away, Vance stands with Erik, both of them picking Jodie up. She had her legs wrapped around Erik while Vance stood behind her cupping her titties. Erik bounced Jodie on him like he was fucking her standing. Vance kissed and sucked on her neck at the same time. All three of them took their fun to the bedroom. Jodie grabs some condoms from her dresser, begging to watch Erik fuck Vance first while she rode his face. Vance went to lay on the bed, his knees drawn to his chest. Erik was blessed with the sight of Vance’s tight asshole and heavy balls with his dick resting against his toned abdomen. Jodie climbed on top of Vance’s mouth, turning to give Erik the condom and lube. 

Erik spits on Vance’s asshole before sticking his finger inside. With his free hand, Erik jerks Vance’s long dick 

To keep him solid so he could have something beautiful and chocolate to look at while he banged his ass. Jodie was currently popping her pussy on Vance’s tongue, legs in a squat so her pussy could be nice and spread for him to suck up. It was a beautiful sight. Erik almost wanted to bust from that alone. Staring at Vance’s body now made him think about Adonis. He tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling. Adonis. Nice big lips, sexy rock-hard body, aggressive and competitive, sexy smile, chocolate eyes all intense at one minute then gentle the next, the way he fights…

“Erik I love the way your finger feels in my ass.” 

Vance’s words broke him out of his trance.

“Yeah? Ain’t shit compared to this dick, boy,” Erik removes his finger, grabbing up the magnum to place on his dick. Rolling it over his glans all the way down to the root, Erik applies a little bit of lube for some extra slip. Bending his knees, Erik forced Vance’s thighs back before slapping the weight of his dick against his ass, sinking inside of his warm, tight ass. 

“Damn boy...damn...ass tight as fuck,” Erik started grinding his hips, “Feel all that thick dick pumping?” 

Jodie looked over her sweaty shoulder and saw Erik’s fat condom covered dick thrusting in and out of Vance’s ass. She felt chills all over her flesh and the sexy moans against her pussy and groans from Erik made her cream even more. Jodie can see Erik and Vance’s muscles ripple and flex with their movement. Jodie turned around so that she could 69 with Vance, grabbing his long dick up and going straight at it with a bob of her head. Vance clapped her cheeks before eating both of her holes. 

“Fuck, that’s what I’m talking about Jodie, eat that dick up,” Erik pushes her head down further, “There you go, deep throat that shit.”

Vance was working his hips to take all of Erik’s dick, Erik caught that, rolling his hips to meet Vance half-way so that his dick could be all up in his ass. 

“Got this nigga working his hips to get all this wood,” Erik bites his lip, “ass is creaming already too.” 

“Mmm, I wanna see,” Jodie jerks Vance’s dick while admiring her husband's creamy asshole grip Erik’s dick, “Vance...baby...he got you creamy, mmmm, Vance.

Vance moaned into Jodie’s pussy with each suck. 

“That’s it baby, make this pussy cum...oooh I feel you tugging on that clit, make me nut baby,” Jodie’s eyes almost crossed, Oh God...Oh God...fuuuuuuckkkkkkk babyyyyyyyyyyy—“

“Face hella sexy when you bust, girl,” Erik wrapped his arms around Vance’s thighs and started ramming his dick deep, big balls slapping against his ass. Vance’s core tightened and it seemed to shoot straight to his dick because now he’s cumming in Jodie’s hand. Jodie licked as much away as she could but he kept on erupting. It was Erik’s pounding deep in that ass that had him making a big mess. 

“Oh shit, Erik, fuck,” Vance stared between Jodie’s thighs at Erik, “Dick is all up my ass——“

“I’m taking this ass?” 

“Yes, daddy.”

Jodie could not stop looking at Erik’s hard dick fucking Vance so good. Erik leaned over Vance, his naked chest and those gold chains hanging over Vance’s body. His dreads hung low and he bit down on his lip, working his hips fast and skillful. Jodie needed that dick in her pussy. 

“Ima nut again,” Vance’s handsome face crumbled, “Fuck, Erik, ima bust—-“

“Yeah, nigga, I’ma make that dick cum while I beat this ass up good.” 

Jodie cupped her pussy and rubbed it up and down to the sight of Vance shooting out yet another thick load. Erik pulled out and rocked back on his heels, watching the way Vance’s ass quivered. There is a creamy puddle beneath his ass. Erik removes the condom, walking to Jodie’s dresser to grab another. Rolling it over his still hard erection, Erik walks up to Jodie picking her up and wrapping her legs around him. Erik sits back on the bed, Jodie over him with his hands cradling her ass.

“It’s time to get in you now...nothing but dick deep in your guts…”

Vance stood up from the bed and jerked his dick watching Jodie grab Erik’s dick herself, squatting over his dick before lowering her hips, that thick dick nothing but a flesh covered pole for her to fuck. Jodie was up on her feet, upper body bending over so she could bounce her hips. Her ass cheeks clapped with each bounce while she fed her pussy some dick. Vance went to lay next to Erik so that he could have a better look at his wife handling Erik’s dick. 

“You see that sexy little pussy taking all this dick?” Erik says to Vance before his eyes zeroed in on Vance’s erection, “Dick long as fuck...tear some ass up with this.” 

Erik started Jerking Vance’s dick.

“Get that dick, ma, nasty ass bitch...got my dick all in that pussy...I bet that ass looks real juicy bouncing…”

“This big ass dick.”

Jodie’s cream coated the condom.

“Good dick…” She moaned, “mmmmm, some good fucking dick...so thick...Unh, so good.”

“She’s loving that,” Vance says before grunting from Erik’s thumb stroking his tip, “I love that fat dick too.”

“I know you do, baby boy,” Erik gives Vance a sexy smirk. 

Erik liked the feel of Vance’s dick in his hand but he couldn’t stop wondering how Adonis’ would feel against his palm. Is it thick with a little bit of curve? Does it have length to it for Erik to deep throat? Is it soft to the touch yet textured from his thick veins? He couldn’t shake it. He let go of Vance’s dick and grabbed Jodie’s ankles, picking his hips off the bed and serving her more dick. He didn’t let up on his strokes, knocking the wind out of her chest and making her shout. Vance took over with jerking his dick while his eyes focused on Erik’s powerful hips. 

“KEEP FUCKING ME!” 

“Make her cum, Erik...Make that pussy cum,” Vance said.

“Ahhhhhhhhh,” Erik gritted his teeth, “cum on this dick, bitch...get you some of this dick...she about her business look at her,” Erik and Vance watched Jodie work her hips on his dick, “bounce that shit.”

“Hell yeah, I love watching that big dick pound her pussy,” Vance leans over to tongue Erik’s neck. Erik gripped his chin and flicked tongues with Vance. He broke away from him to moan out. His balls contracted rhythmically with his dick and that was a sign that he was ready to pump his fat load all over their faces. 

“Get down on your knees, both of y’all, hurry up, fuck, I gotta bust!”

Vance and Jodie are on their knees and Erik stands before them, snatching his condom off before fisting his dick. All of that cum squeezed out from his heavy sack all over Vance and Jodie’s face, mouth, and wiggling tongue. 

“Clean this dick up,” Erik spoke with a gruff tone. Both of their tongues battled for a taste. The feeling of two sets of lips on his dick made more cum dribble. Vance took over and sucked him, Erik pulling his dick from his mouth to give Jodie some. He allowed his dick to swing back and forth for them to catch and suck. 

“Y’all gon’ have me fucking again,” Erik shook his head, “Damn...y’all love this dick.”

Watching them attack his dick had Erik satisfied but there was still part of him that needed more. 

Adonis was going to be trouble...if only he would accept his attraction for Erik so he could really show him how badly he needs him. Erik wasn’t going to wait too long either. 

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Fake heat

Magnus hasn't felt well since he woke up this morning. His joints are aching, his scars are itching, and he feels sick all over. But there is no use. He planned to paint the nursery a beautiful mint green, and he wants all the fumes to be out of the room when Rafael moves in come Friday.

Their little boy. Magnus can't believe the time has finally come for them to become a family. He's nervous and elated. He manages to push the doubts away. Well, most of the time. That he will raise him together with Alec surely is the only thing that doesn't make him want to revoke the adoption process every six hours or so.

He knows he's ready. He truly is. His therapy sessions have been reduced to once a month. His life is not all rainbows and sunshine, but it is his life—their life—and the ghost of Valentine leaves them alone most of the time.

The media interest has subsided, too, with Magnus' name solely popping up in subordinate clauses whenever there is progress in the legislation regarding the status of omegas in society.

Magnus still loves seeing his name in the papers and signing contracts on his own, every single time shooting a shiver through his body. With the emancipation letter came the option to choose if he wanted to keep Alec's family name or go back to his mother's. The decision-making had blessed him with a few sleepless nights. But when he learnt that future children could carry both their fathers' names, the decision was easily made.

Magnus wipes sweat off his forehead. No one in the northern hemisphere should transpire in February. But he does, from an easy paint job. He feels disgusting and can't wait for the shower he'll take after cleaning up the room.

"Magnus?" Alec's voice comes from the hallway.

"Rafe's room," he shouts and can't suppress a smile.

Rafael Santiago Lightwood-Bane. Not for the first time, tears prick Magnus' eyes from the sheer force of emotions, thinking about his little boy. Or maybe it's hormones? His instincts kicking in? Who knows? He loves Rafe so much already. The now eleven months old orphan had stolen both their hearts the first time they saw him in the orphanage in Buenos Aires. And now, he will find a home with them and with it two fathers who will love him unconditionally.

"Hey," Alec says when he enters the room. "I wanted to help." He presses his lips gently on Magnus'.

"I wanted to surprise you," he replies into the kiss.

Alec smiles at him. "It looks great!" He cups Magnus' neck with his long fingers and his relaxed features morph into a concerned frown. "You feel warm. Are you coming down with something?"

Magnus shrugs and bunches up the plastic sheet that protected the wooden floor. He regards the room that used to be his. Soft light shines through the newly installed window. Magnus can't wait to move the furniture in.

He sways a little when he straightens, and Alec steadies him. "Maybe," he answers morosely. "I'm sweating as if I trained."

"Did you eat something?"

Magnus shakes his head. "I wasn't hungry."

Alec furrows his brow even deeper. Magnus always likes to eat. It's one of his joys after years of starvation and the lack of it a clear sign that something's wrong.

"You smell very sweet today," Alec states and Magnus' eyes shoot up at that.

"No, not again," he whines. "My last was—what?—seven weeks ago? I'm done with these fake heats! And our baby boy comes. There's still so much to do."

Alec pulls him into his arms and guides him to his neck, his scent rising soothingly into Magnus' nose.

"Everything he needs is his Papa and Daddy, our nest, and all the love we can give him. We have enough formula and diapers for a month, the clothes are already washed. The crib and the changing table and all the other stuff can wait."

Magnus nods against his shoulder, thankful for Alec to keep him grounded.

"Come on. Let's get something into your stomach, and then we'll take a shower. What do you say?" Magnus takes a deep breath and nods again.

Alec brings Magnus a protein bar, the only food his mate can really stomach through his fake heats. They had quite a few in the last two years to deal with—never predictable, always a bit frustrating, given that they never turned into a real one, never triggered a heat-rut in Alec. They are a painful reminder of what Magnus has lost, despite all the good things he experienced since he became Alec's omega. At least, the waves are becoming shallow quickly, are easily satiated, and the fake heat usually lasts no longer than two days. Enough time to do the laundry before little Rafe moves in.

Alec undresses Magnus with trained hands. He knows every single of his mate's especially sensitive spots by now and avoids touching them as much as he can. Then he guides him under the shower and smiles when the lukewarm spray from above elicits a soft moan from his omega.

Alec lets his inner alpha run free. By now, he knows that he has a caring wolf that longs to make his mate feel good under any circumstances, but especially in situations like these when Magnus' biology kicks in.

Alec massages shampoo into Magnus' scalp, lathers his body with neutral soap, and presses kisses against his neck, just like Magnus likes it best. He gives himself a quick wash and dries Magnus off with the fluffiest towel they could find in a specialist shop for heat supplies. The scars are much more sensitive during the heats. It had taken them five cycles to find an ointment that numbed the itch enough for Magnus not to want to scratch himself until he draws blood.

Alec leads Magnus to their nest and massages the balm into the sensitive skin. Magnus sighs into the pillows when the numbing and cooling effect sets in. After an obligatory sports drink, they finally cuddle up and take a nap. They'll need the rest for the first wave that is always the hardest.

***

"Alpha."

The sound alarms Alec instantly. It had taken Magnus quite some time to learn that giving in to his inner omega during these fake heats is a sure thing to make the whole ordeal easier. And if his wolf wants to present his belly or his ass and call his alpha just that, so be it.

"I'm here, my little omega," Alec coos.

Magnus' omega loves when Alec talks to him like that, lovingly, not depreciatory. It also likes his strong, sure hands on his body and the relief that comes with his perfect knot. Although Magnus likes these things out of heat, too. But who cares who's in charge now? He hands it over to Alec anyway.

"Need you," he begs shamelessly.

"I'm here, love. How do you want me?"

Magnus rolls on his back with great effort, his whole body aching, his skin dampened with a sheen of sweat. He's thankful that they are still naked from the shower. Waking up like this in his pyjamas is never fun, the wet fabric sticking to the burning skin like glue. Having his heat start in the middle of his shopping, neither. Lucky for Magnus, he doesn't smell like heat for other alphas. Another perk in his book.

Alec smiles at him, and for a long moment, time seems to stand still. Magnus is so in love with the alpha, who treats him like something precious, but never as weak or fragile.

The too-familiar pang of sadness resonates in his chest. Yes, he'll be a father in three days, but he will never grow a baby in his body, will never give birth, or nurse it. Usually, he's fine with it, but never at the beginning of his fake heats. Damn hormones!

Alec crawls between his legs. "Touch or no?"

The two mates are such a well-oiled machine by now and it shows. Magnus assesses the state of his body. He's more sensitive this time, the scar tissue on his abdomen still itching despite the balm.

"No," he says.

Alec nods and shuffles closer, pulling Magnus' butt onto his spread knees. He gives his cock a few strokes to get to full hardness and slides into Magnus with little effort. The miracle of omega biology.

Alec glides in and out of him with as little contact with Magnus' angry red skin as possible. He's a master of it by now. He smiles down at Magnus. "You're so good for me," he whispers and his omega chuckles.

"I'm doing nothing," he jokes and elicits an even wider smile from his alpha. Alec doesn't remember when they had this dialogue for the first time, but it has become a tradition.

"It's getting worse," Magnus hisses, the heat setting his whole body aflame. He hates this. It isn't how a heat should be. Yes, unease is normal, but this simply hurts. There is no passion from his side, no lust or urge to be intimate. They have sex because they know that it will ease the pain. And because they love each other, of course.

Alec could never let Magnus suffer, even though they learnt that the pain would subside on its own even without them having sex—thanks to an impromptu heat when Alec was in Los Angeles for a book reading.

Alec doubles his efforts, and his knot swells soon enough. He takes Magnus' cock into his hand, and after a few strokes, Magnus' body locks up, and he comes all over himself, quickly followed by his alpha.

They come down from their heights rather quickly—Magnus because his skin is still burning despite the fever slowly coming down, Alec because he's already in caring alpha mode again, propping up Magnus' body as best as possible with pillows so that they can stay like this until his knot comes down.

Magnus smiles up at him tiredly. "You're such a good alpha," he praises, and Alec's wolf dances a happy cha-cha-cha in his reptilian brain.

He shakes his head in denial. And yes, Magnus lost many things in his life, fought hard to get some of them back. But this here? Alec? That was simply destiny, and he thanks the angels every day that they brought them together.

Because even through the pain, the fever, and the dizziness, he can feel the love radiating off Alec and through their bond. And it smoothes out the worst edges. Alec's presence doesn't make everything good, but every moment so much better.

"I love you, Alexander," he whispers.

"I love you, too," Alec replies and sends him a kiss through the air that lands like a weightless butterfly on his lips. Magnus closes his eyes, and the last conscious thought he has before he slides into sleep is that fake heats aren't all that bad if you spend them with the man you love.

[evening-starlight]

Chances {Chapter Twenty-Four}

Final Chapter babes

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Word Count: 1659

    I met him on a hot and sunny day in Lower Los Angeles, six months after I broke up with the man who showed me what love really was. I was on the phone with Robbie, walking down the street with coffee in one hand and eyes on the ground.

    "Robbie, I'm telling you, Thor and Loki are totally fine," I say with a heavy sigh. "They're animals, and they get along just fine. So go have fun with your family."

    "Let me talk to them. You're with them, right?" Robbie asks in a slight panic after seeing a cat that looked like his across the country in Maine. Naomi and Robbie's family got together for a family reunion after getting engaged a month ago up at Robbie's grandfather's property in Maine.

    After releasing our second album and a quick third album by my own design, the band took a break. Heather is backpacking across Canada while Robbie and Naomi are on the east coast. I stayed stationed in LA, taking care of the couple's pets.

    "Robbie, I'm getting coffee. They are totally fine." I hear Naomi nagging him on the other end. "I love you, but you're a helicopter parent." He sighs and hangs up with a quick goodbye. I almost have my phone in my back pocket before it rings again.

    Guilt and anxiety settle deep in my stomach like a boulder as I read the name over and over again. I go to decline it, only to have my shoulder bumped, causing my phone to fall onto the pavement. I bend down to pick it up at the same time the stranger does. "Bloody hell, I'm so sorry, ma'am." I freeze with my hand just above the phone at the voice. It couldn't be him. We haven't seen each other since the breakup.

    He picks up my phone, glancing over the screen to assesses the damage. He pauses and looks from the phone to me. "Stella?"

    "Hi Tom," I say, offering a small smile. He laughs and hands me my phone before offering me a hand to help me up.

    "I didn't recognize you. You're blonde," Tom's voice is light and cheerful as he points out that my long black hair is now short and blonde. "And you're wearing a bloody dress." I laugh with a nod, tucking my hair behind my ear. "It's been a long six months, hasn't it?" I nod again, looking over Tom's face. He hasn't changed since the last time I saw those beautiful blue eyes. They shine the same way they did when I first met him.

    "It's good to see you," I mention after a few seconds of silence. "You look great."

    "Speak for yourself. You're glowing, Stella." I laugh. "I was actually calling because I've been thinking about you as of late, and I wanted to see if you'd be up to talking?" Tom shuffles on his feet, nervous about my answer.

    "I'd like that very much, Tom." His smile lights up his entire face. "I know a park just around the corner we could sit at and talk." Tom nods and follows my lead to the park I was already making my way to.

    We talk on my favorite bench about all the little things that have gone on in our lives. Tom talks about finishing his new show down in Atlanta, about his reading list, and about all the traveling he's been doing since we've been apart.

    I tell him about Robbie and Naomi's engagement, about them naming their animals Thor and Loki - which he found hilarious - and I tell him about the new wardrobe change courtesy of Heather.

    "I heard your songs," Tom mentions while I take a sip of coffee. "They're outstanding. Not that I thought they wouldn't be," He defends. "You're really good at what you do, Stella." I blush and look away from Tom. "I also heard the second album." My attention snaps back up to him from my coffee cup while I cover my mouth.

    "I'm so sorry. I was going to ask your manager for permission to add those voice memos, but production went faster than I expected, and suddenly it was out." Tom laughs and sets a hand on my knee, my skin immediately erupting in a fire.

    "I'm okay with it. It was nice to relive those days with you. I didn't know you recorded so much, however." I chuckle with a shrug. Our eyes meet, and I can't pull myself to break the contact first. "I've missed you terribly, Stella," Tom admits.

    "I've missed you too," I say. "And what I did, I wouldn't be upset if you never forgave me. I have no excuse for why I did it. PTSD can really fuck up your perception of life." Tom nods as he runs his thumb in circles on my leg. "I really did love you. I still do, if we're totally honest. I'm still so ashamed."

    "I understand, and I forgive you," Tom says, scooting closer until our hips touch on the bench. "Jared came by two weeks after it happened and told me everything. I needed some space to heal, but I've never missed someone as much as I have you in these few months."

    "Jared told me he told you. He talked to me, and I finally got the closure I've been trying to find. He hasn't been in my life since it happened. It's... weird. I don't have to look over my shoulder every day." Tom smiles and squeezes my leg.

    "I'm glad, you deserve that." Tom leans closer, resting his forehead on mine. "I've missed you so bloody much. I felt like I was dying every time I had a second alone. I love you so much, and I would love to start over again if you'll have me."

    Any coherent train of thought left the station the minute Tom's skin met mine. I felt like I could finally breathe again. All the weight and stress I felt lifts off my shoulders. I felt as light as a feather for the first time in six months. I could get used to this feeling.

    I lean in to connect our lips, which Tom happily repays with a hand on the back of my head. After a second, I pull away to look Tom in the eyes. His are still shut as a smile dances across his lips. "I will always have you, Tom," I say as his eyes meet mine. "Always."

    After intense couple's therapy for a month, Tom and I made it official again. We still have things to work on, but we have healthy coping mechanisms now. Tom is the best thing I ever took a chance on, and I will do whatever work it takes to make this a lifetime commitment.

    I saw Jared for the first time two weeks after Tom, and I made it official. He was on a date in the same restaurant Tom and I were on a date in. It wasn't awkward or scary. We made eye contact, smiled, and let it be. I haven't seen him since. A part of me wants him to go through hell the way I did, the way he did to me. But a bigger part wants him to be happy, the part that will always love him. He was my first love, as toxic and abusive as our relationship was. It was love.

    Robbie had me as his best man at his wedding; Heather was Naomi's maid of honor. Tom was my plus one and at the reception, asked me to move in with him. We moved everything out the following week.

    We still have dance-offs, singing competitions, and trips to the beach. Tom taught me the violin, and I taught him the art of relaxing for more than an hour. We sit and read together on lazy days, and on rainy days we dance in it.

    Bobby came into our lives the day after I told Tom I wanted a dog. A beautiful chocolate brown Cocker Spaniel who I can honestly say I love more than Tom most days. I'm sure Tom feels the same.

    The band and I have weekends together, going to clubs and doing normal young adult things. Heather found a partner when she was in Canada who now lives in LA with her. They're the cutest couple I've seen in my life, including Tom and me. We're all now a happily taken band.

    I understand my cheating was shallow, especially when you use the lens of sex insecurities. But it was so much more than that. Jared had a hold on me, and I was weak around him. He was the only person I had for so long, so when I was scared, insecure, and frustrated, he was the first person my brain told me to go to. I was a child when I met him, and I'm still working on that tangled mess he made inside of me. I genuinely wish him the best, but I don't want him in my life.

    Now that we're nearing the end of the book, I'm sure you're all wondering why it's called Chances. It's simple, really. If I never took the chance to start my band, I would never be where I am today. If Tom hadn't given me a second chance, I wouldn't be sitting in bed, with him snoring next to me, feeling like I finally belonged in my own story.

    As horrible as my story started, I wouldn't change it if it meant I couldn't end up back here, right now. With the love of my life next to me and my dog resting his head on Tom's chest. Where my band is going on a world tour in 2022.

    So that's it. That's Stella Thompson's fucked up mess of a life.

    By the way, Tom snores really fucking loud.

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