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authoressofdarkness · 4 years ago

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Guide Me Safely To Shore (Chapter 3)

Peter’s on the floor in a pile of broken glass, wearing the Spider-Man suit, blood leaking from cuts and various injuries on his body. His eyes are drawn to a particularly nasty looking split on his leg, and for a moment he sees red. Rhodey’s hand on his shoulder steadies him, giving it a gentle squeeze that snaps him back into reality. “Bad,” he completes, finishing his thought from the table. “I told you it was going to be bad.”

Notes: So it’s come to my attention that I’m a dumb bitch, and I haven’t updated this here in ages. So. Uh. Yeah. Doing that now. Happy New Year to all my fellow people that follow the general calendar; congrats to everyone for surviving this long. Hopefully it’s all going up from here.

If you missed the first two chapters, here you go: 1 2

It is more than a few days, but not by much.

To say that he’d mostly put their meeting out of his mind would be… well, a flat out lie, if he’s being honest. Frankly, he’s spent every free moment practically stalking Peter from a distance. Having men assigned to follow and protect him, watching him himself through the cameras as he goes about the city and during his patrols.

Because of course he’s still patrolling. He wasn’t lying when he told Peter his suit would be waiting for him at home; he’d repaired and done some minor tweaks to it before having it deposited by a drone on the young omega’s bed, but he’d made sure it was returned, all the same. He’s a man of his word, after all, if nothing else. And he hadn’t interfered with his patrols at all, besides monitoring them closely now. Even when the boy interfered with some of his operations. Even if it was pretty irritating.

He’d also began making some basic changes around the tower. Peter is his soulmate; whether they like it or not, nothing either of them will do can change that. So he may as well start reflecting it. He doesn’t want him finally deciding to come after him and being shot down by one of his numerous security measures.

So he inputs Peter’s name and DNA into all of the security, and decreases the safety measures around his personal floors of the tower from above, just in case he decides to come swinging in randomly instead of taking the more normal way up. And on the off chance he actually does decide to take the normal way, he makes sure his name is added to his list of personal contacts, people that are allowed to see him without an appointment and have access to his private elevator to his floors whether he’s there or not.

On his actual floor, he starts setting up a room for him, making sure he has a place to go if he needs it. He doesn’t want to discourage him from showing up by thinking that they have to be sleeping in the same bed immediately; and frankly, he thinks that’s probably a bad idea. He only has so much self control, for starters. But there’s also his night terrors to consider, and he hasn’t slept regularly beside anyone in years, and… yeah, until they’ve gotten to talk in some detail, that’s probably not a fantastic idea. Besides, he wants him to have his own space, to some extent, even if it is where he can keep an eye on him. And he’s still young yet; he may want to have friends over, or at least a personal space to keep the stuff for his hobbies. Tony doesn’t have to be seeing him every second of every day, after all. He just needs to know that he’s safe and taken care of. Preferably in his space, where he’s sure it’s secure, and he’s not much more than a flight of stairs away if something were to happen.

As it turns out, maybe he needn’t have worried so much about the first part.

He hadn’t really considered, admittedly, even for all his genius, that meeting his soulmate might have some physical effects on the young omega. Some… very physical effects. At least, he doesn’t until Peter comes crashing in through his window.

He might have had more of a heads up if he was still stalking him quite as intensively. But the need started to fade a little after the first few days, when he started to figure out more about Peter’s routine: who he was with, what he was doing, whether his family and friends were trustworthy, the area he was living was safe, that he was eating, that he had everything he needed. And for the most part, everything checked out. His friends were clean; his aunt was busy but seemed like a good woman; he lived in a safe enough neighborhood… So by the weekend, he’d backed off, just a little, starting to mainly check in on him at different intervals, and only really watching actively when he went on patrol.

That was his first mistake, probably.

The second was abandoning his normal post watching him almost altogether on Saturday night, when he had company show up unexpectedly.

It’s his own fault, of course. He has precious few people he trusts in the world, and most of them have almost equal access to his security, his information, that he does. So of course, one of them was bound to notice the changes he’d made to his security.

The third was letting that company stay long enough to notice something was seriously up.

He’d say the fourth was having a drink, but the thing is, alcohol doesn’t really affect him anymore, not since the serum. He still occasionally finds himself drinking socially, or reaching for a glass of something strong when he’s particularly stressed or emotionally in turmoil about something, but it’s more of a placebo than anything now. The motion and familiarity of it soothes him more than the alcohol ever could, especially now.

So yeah, he has a drink in his hand when he opens the balcony door, and blinks in surprise when he sees Rhodey, his suit melting away as he takes the invitation to come inside. “I thought you were in California.”

“And I thought alcohol didn’t do anything for you anymore.”

Tony shrugs, taking a long drink of the whiskey in his hand, heading back to the kitchen to refill it. “It doesn’t. I just like the taste.”

“Bullshit. You drink when you have something on your mind.” Rhodey follows him back inside, tilting his head and watching him fiddle with the bottle. “This have anything to do with the kid you added to the security system?”

Tony glances up at him, surprised for just a moment before he shrugs. “Am I getting so easy to read?”

“It’s not a far leap to make. Though the alcohol indicates it’s something bigger than I thought.” Rhodey watches him. “You know I prefer you only set up dangerous traps like this with backup on hand. Why are you trying to make my job harder?”

“Maybe I just like inspiring you to randomly drop in on me. Making your job harder is the only way I get to see you, honey bear. You know I get lonely,” Tony deadpans, deflecting. On the inside, his mind races. He trusts Rhodey with his life, that’s for certain. But is he ready to reveal his hand so soon? He could, but where’s the fun in that?

Rhodes scowls at him. “Tony… really. Come on. Who is he?”

He shrugs and sips his whiskey. “He’s Spider-Man.”

Rhodey’s eyeshadows shoot up on his forehead. “Really. So you thought the best course of action now that you’ve figured out his identity was to make it easier for him to break into your building?”

“Well, he’s also my soulmate, so.” Tony quirks a shoulder again. “Yeah.”

“That’s all well and good, Tony, but you know how I feel about-... wait. What?” The words seem to take a long moment to fully register, and he’s halfway through beginning to lecture Tony about stupid, unnecessary risks just to make captures with a flair when he realizes exactly what he’d said. “He’s your soulmate?”

“Yep.”

“He’s barely an adult.”

“It’s not like I chose it, Rhodey.” Tony sighs, setting his glass down and folding up his sleeve just enough to expose his wrist, the tender skin where the previously ghostly words are now etched in stark black. “Look.”

Rhodey carefully takes his arm to get a better look, then lets out a low whistle as he releases it and leans back. “Damn. I can only assume it didn’t go well?”

“Well, I almost killed him before he said it, so you could say that.”

Rhodey settles down on one of the stools and motions for a glass, apparently deciding that he needed alcohol to continue this conversation. Tony doesn’t blame him. He slides a tumbler across to him and continues as Rhodey pours himself a glass, telling him the full story of the hunt and chase and the revelation as they drink.

“He’s afraid of me now, of course,” Tony murmurs. “But then, who isn’t, really.” He sighs. “I don’t know what to do, Rhodey.”

“Yeah, that’s kinda a shitty situation, Tones. I don’t know.” He shakes his head, swirling the remains of his whiskey around the glass with a thoughtful look. “Is he here, then?”

“No. I released him Sunday.”

Rhodey looks surprised. “ Why would you do that?”

“He didn’t want to be here, Rhodey. He wanted to go home.”

“This is his home now.”

“Maybe legally. But that’s not exactly the way to gain his trust, is it?”

“So? He's your soulmate. Legally, you’re responsible for him now. As his alpha and his elder, concern for his safety should come before anything else. Besides, he’s a liability in about twelve different ways out there. Did you ever consider that?”

“Of course I did! But keeping him prisoner here isn’t going to solve anything. He has to come to me on his own, Rhodey. It doesn’t mean anything if he doesn’t want it. And right now I just want to give him enough time for him to realize I’m not going to murder him outright. He’s already scared of me; any kind of pushing on my part is going to make that worse instead of better, and that’s not what I want.”

Rhodey exhales a long breath, rubbing his forehead. “Yeah, alright. Whatever you say. You’re a reckless, romantic fool at heart, you know that? Just watch yourself, Tony. And you might have to consider the possibility that keeping this... arrangement isn’t going to benefit either of you, let alone both of you.”

Tony shakes his head. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Believe me, my tender heart already hurts,” he deadpans, joking to cover up the fact that it’s not that far from the truth. The bond has a serious pull, even unconsummated, and were he a lesser man in terms of strength of will, things might be looking very different right now. He doesn’t want to acknowledge how close he is to doing something irrational anyway.

“I’m serious, Tony. You know horrible things can happen if you’re apart for too long, especially since you haven’t solidified the bond in any permanent way, yet. You’re supposed to be together more than ever at the beginning, not separate again within hours. The recoil of that is going to be-”

Glass shatters.

They both jump to their feet. Rhodey’s suit reappears in an instant, but while Tony gets up, he doesn’t summon his armor. There was no alarm before the glass broke, which means…

Tony jogs out to the living area with Rhodey hot on his heels. They both stop at the sight.

It’s Peter — of course it’s Peter, no one else would have been able to get so close or so high up without the alarms going off. And the sight of him makes Tony’s instincts scream.

He’s on the floor in a pile of broken glass, wearing the Spider-Man suit, blood leaking from cuts and various injuries on his body. His eyes are drawn to a particularly nasty looking split on his leg, and for a moment he sees red.

Rhodey’s hand on his shoulder steadies him, giving it a gentle squeeze that snaps him back into reality. “Bad,” he completes, finishing his thought from the table. “I told you it was going to be bad.” He heaves a sigh. “I’ll start on cleanup. You take care of your boy.” And with that, he flies out.

Tony spends another moment just staring, unsure how to respond to that for a moment. Peter actually is his boy. Weird.

Then he jumps into action, crossing the floor to him. He’s not wearing shoes, having been in the tower for hours and not intending to go back out, so he lets the suit form just around his feet and ankles, so he can walk on the shattered glass without worry as he approaches him. “Peter? Are you alright?”

The younger man’s head snaps up. “Mr. Stark?” he asks, sounding almost tentative, lenses on the suit indicating his eyes are wide. He’s almost glad he can’t see them, knowing those Bambi eyes would ensnare and distract him in a second.

He wants to tell him to drop the formalities, but it seems like there’s bigger problems at hand right now. “That’s me,” he says instead, forcing a light little half-smile so he doesn’t scare him, furious as he feels. “C’mon, let’s get you out of all this glass, yeah?”

He almost expects the boy to resist, but instead his body practically melts into Tony’s as soon as he reaches for him. He’s surprised, for a moment, and has to readjust his grip to actually take his full body weight instead of just helping him up. He scoops him up, carrying him out of the mess and back into his bathroom. He needs a place to set him where he can get him cleaned up and assess his injuries, and in the middle of the room with all the broken glass seems like a bad idea.

Peter doesn’t move except to curl a little tighter into his chest, and he suddenly realizes the boy is shivering against him. That cold fury rises up in his chest again, but he forces it down, forcing himself not to focus on it, because if he feeds it right now it’ll grow until he can’t hide it and even a hint of it might terrify his young soulmate even more than he already has. And right now he needs him not to be afraid as much as possible, so he can get him taken care of with minimal fighting.

Not that Peter is fighting. In fact, he’s frighteningly pliable in his hands. He sits him on the bathroom counter, gently, tilting his head back to him and watching the lenses widen and close like his eyes are flickering open and closed, in and out of focus. That’s not good.

“Peter.” The lenses flare and fix on him. “I gotta take the suit off to check these injuries out, alright?”

The little whimper that comes from his throat goes straight through him in more ways than one. “Don’t… can’t take it…”

He isn’t sure what he means for a minute, but when he understands, it makes his chest ache. “I’m not taking it. Did I take it from you last time?” Peter shakes his head. “I just want to make sure you’re okay. I can’t do that like this, alright?” The lenses flicker again. “Peter?”

Too late. The boy slumps forward into his arms with a little groan. Tony jumps to catch him, pulling off the mask and frowning when he realizes he’s passed out. Great.

Well, at least it makes his job easier, if not happier.

He moves him to the floor, knowing he won’t be able to effectively hold him up and check him over. Carefully, he gets the suit off again, draping it over the hamper for him to deal with later. It’s going to need cleaning, and a whole list of repairs again. Does he deal with that level of damage to his suit and bodily injuries every time he goes out as Spider-Man? No wonder it takes him so long between patrols sometimes.

From there, he fishes out a first aid kit from somewhere, too focused now to pay much attention to anything besides the unconscious omega on his floor, and sets to work. He has Jarvis scan him so he’s sure he doesn’t miss anything and that he’s not in immediate danger. He’d take him to the hospital wing if necessary, though he’d rather not do that again.

It doesn’t seem to be. There’s a lot of blood and embedded, little shards of glass, but overall the injuries are superficial. Only the cut on his leg looks particularly bad. He probably won’t be able to walk properly until it heals, but Tony isn’t worried about his ability to clean it, so he sets to work.

It’s a tedious process, carefully picking out all the little shards of glass in his skin and then delicately as possible cleaning all his wounds. First with peroxide, sanitizing them, and then getting a warm rag from the tub and effectively sponge-bathing him. He was covered in blood, sweat, and probably some other things Tony didn’t want to acknowledge. He leaves his underwear on — a pretty little pair of panties that don’t leave much to the imagination, though he can hardly focus on that right now with bigger problems obviously at hand — but otherwise cleans him thoroughly before taking off his shirt and draping him in it. It’s huge, goes down to the omega’s knees nearly, but it’s got to be warm and it’s clean and it satisfies that little possessive rumbling inside him, seeing him in his clothes, smelling the way their scents mix. Peter’s is just so soft and sweet — like warm vanilla, with a hint of something that might be strawberries, maybe his shampoo, and something else distinctly omega and Peter that calls to him, though he wouldn’t dream of doing anything about it while Peter is asleep.

He washes his hands and makes quick work of cleaning up most of his mess before returning to scoop the omega up. He’s suddenly extremely thankful for his foresight when he realizes he has a place to take him that isn’t his room, and that he’s actually going to get to put it to good use.

He carries Peter to the room he’d began setting up for him, depositing him on the bed and watching him for a moment. He’s just moving to tuck him in when there’s a quiet tap on the doorframe.

“How is he?” Rhodey asks, quietly, seeming to realize he’s not awake.

“He passed out before we could talk at all,” Tony admits. “So I have no idea what happened to him or how he’s feeling. But I cleaned him up and took care of his wounds. He’s not in any immediate danger.”

Rhodey nods. “I finished cleaning up the mess and blocked off the hole. It’s not gonna be good, of course, you’ll need it professionally fixed, but it’s not a gaping hole now.”

“Thanks, Rhodey.” Exhaustion suddenly slams into him, and he sighs, putting a hand to his head.

Rhodey senses it immediately. “I think it’s time for you to get some rest, man. I know you’re superhuman now and all, but you need sleep still.”

“I know. I just…” Hardly ever sleep. Hardly did in the first place. He does even less, now that his body actually requires less of it, but these past few days… well. Rhodey is right; the recoil effects of this are nothing to scoff at.

“I know.” He claps him on the shoulder. “I’m going down to my room for the night. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Tony just nods. He waits for him to disappear, the door closed behind him, before turning back to the bed. He reaches down to tuck Peter in, and is surprised when a hand closes around his wrist, stronger than he had expected.

He tries to pry his hand off as gently as he can, but the omega is having none of it, apparently, grip tightening to the point he can feel the finger-shaped bruises starting to form. A quick glance at his face is enough to confirm that Peter isn’t actually awake. He’s just instinctively seeking him, whether for his heat or by scent or maybe their bond.

It doesn’t really matter. Awake or not, if he wants him to stay, then he’s not going anywhere.

Getting into bed with Peter is probably his final mistake, but it feels too damn right to regret it.

At least until one of them wakes up screaming, and things begin to spiral again.

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litniche · 4 years ago

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Dani Teaches a Lesson

Damie Fic

Read it here or on ao3

Summary:

Dani tutors in the shop some afternoons. One day a parent shows up in no condition to take his child home. Dani tells him so and it doesn't go well. (Everyone is fine in the end, don't worry).

Why is Jamie so sexy when she's angry?

Notes:

This started out as a meditation on Jamie being sexy when she's angry (problematic? Maybe.) and then it quickly became a bit more serious (I mean, it's hard to imagine Jamie being livid with Dani and it NOT being serious, so...)

Anyway, Happy Fanworks Day!

CW: violence, threats of violence, drinking/ inebriation, drunk driving, strong language

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DANI TEACHES A LESSON

Dani stayed stock still, arms twisted in front of her, fingers laced together as she waited for a pause, a beat.

“You can’t just do that, Poppins!”

The blonde’s eyes searched Jamie’s visage, lingering on the green-blue hazel of the gardener’s eyes which were wider and far more intense than usual.

“Do you have any idea how fucking scared I was when I came out and saw you like that?”

The sinewy muscles in Jamie’s neck were flexing and her lips were taut.

“I thought - Christ, Poppins, I thought -”

Even Jamie’s nose was showing her anger, scrunching in a way that Dani knew meant Jamie was really pissed, but Dani couldn’t help find attractive, even now.

“Poppins?” Jamie asked. She huffed and rested her weight on one of her hips, leaning back and crossing her arms. Dani tried not to focus too long on her forearms or biceps. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Of course!” Dani jumped in, shaking her thoughts away.

“Really?” Jamie said, anger still in her voice, “because you looked like you weren’t hearing a thing I was saying.”

“No, no,” Dani assured her. “I heard you, and I’m sorry, Jamie. Really. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“Worry me?” Jamie asked, incredulous. Her eyes, already fiery, widened further and somehow became even more piercing. “Poppins, you almost gave me a heart attack!”

“Okay,” Dani said calmly. She was trying her very utmost not to pay attention to the intoxicating way that Jamie’s body was practically humming, not to let her gaze drift to a pair of pink lips.

“Okay?”

“Yeah. Okay. I’m sorry.”

Jamie nodded, pursing her lips as she looked down at her boots. “Fine. Fine. Just...give me a minute, yeah?”

Dani nodded in return and remained where she was as Jamie retreated to the back room of the flower shop.

***

“She still angry?”

“Yeah,” Dani said with a sigh.

“I mean, it’s not really your fault from what I’ve pieced together.”

Dani nodded at Owen on her phone’s screen as she dropped another sugar cube in her iced tea and swirled it around. “She knows, but that doesn’t change what happened or how she feels about it.”

“What exactly did happen?”

“One of my pupils that I’m tutoring in the shop in the afternoons had just finished a lesson with me and her dad was picking her up.”

Owen nodded for Dani to continue.

“Well...you know my mom had problems after my dad died with drinking, right? It means I can spot when someone’s had too much from a mile away. He was smiling and almost polite at first, but his eyes were all glassy and bloodshot, his speech was too slow…” Dani’s eyes glazed as she recalled the memory.

“Mr. Morrison, I think Emma should stay here for a bit. You’re welcome to as well. We have a couch in the back room if you’d like to rest.”

“Excuse me?” the man asked as his brows drew together and his grip tightened on his daughter’s shoulder. The girl made a small sound of discomfort and wiggled away.

“Can I talk to you in private?” Dani said with a frown.

“No, you can say what you are trying to say right here.”

“Emma, honey, go to the back for a minute,” Dani said gently. “Jamie might have a treat for you.”

The girl nodded with a bright smile, knowing full well that Jamie always kept mini candy bars in the top drawer of the desk.

Dani waited until Emma was out of earshot. “Mr. Morrison, you’re intoxicated. I don’t think you should be driving at all, let alone with Emma.”

“I’m guessing he took that rather well,” Owen said darkly.

“Not exactly,” Dani smiled, though her voice trembled.

Mr. Morrison laughed, and the scent of alcohol wafted its way toward Dani. He leaned against the shop’s door frame as he snarled. “Listen, lady, I pay you to teach my daughter lessons, not me. I’m fine. I got here just fine and I can get us home just fine,” he said, slurring his vowels and consonants together like mud.

“No, you can’t,” Dani said, firm. “Emma will stay with me until you sober up or you can arrange a ride for you both; that, or I will call the police. I’d hate for you to get a DUI and for her to see that.”

“You bitch,” he said, voice husky and raw. He towered over her as he spoke. “You think you can keep my daughter from me?”

Dani felt her heartbeat pick up and she had to hold her hands in fists to prevent them from shaking as adrenaline began to course through her. “Please, just go. Come back in a few hours. I’ll watch Emma.”

Mr. Morrison laughed, though it was mirthless, and placed a heavy hand on Dani’s shoulder. He squeezed it menacingly. “Either I leave with my daughter, or we’re going to have a problem.”

“Daddy?”

Dani turned, concern laced in her features. Emma had come back. “Emma, honey, wait in the office for m- Mmp!” Dani held her stomach as she bent over. She really shouldn’t have been shocked that the man had hit her.

“Poppins, shouldn’t Emma’s dad be here alread- Dani?”

Mr. Morrison was distracted by Jamie’s sudden appearance for only a moment, but that moment was all that Dani needed. In one motion, she threw her knee into his groin and her elbow across his face.

“Fuck!” he said, cradling himself and staggering back out the front door. “What the fuck?!”

“Take Emma into the back room and call the police, Jamie,” Dani said, panting.

“Like fuck she will--”

“Lay one more hand on me in front of your daughter. I dare you to,” Dani said, her voice cold and dangerous.

“Christ, Dani,” Owen said as he ruffled his hands through his hair in a nervous gesture. “Is Emma okay?”

“She’s with her aunt, so I think so.”

“I assume the guy was arrested?”

“He drove off and hit a parked car almost immediately. It wasn’t hard for the cops to find him.”

“Jesus,” Owen said, shaking his head.

“Yeah,” Dani said. She pulled her knees up to her chest as she sat on the chair behind the shop’s counter. “Honestly, all I can think about is how much it probably scared Jamie. She's told me what it was like growing up in the some of the shadier foster homes she stayed in. I don’t want to bring that sort of thing into her life again.”

“You did what you thought was right. Emma needed an adult to care about her well-being in that moment and you were that person. Jamie knows you didn’t seek this out and that it wasn’t your fault.”

Dani nodded, feeling a lump form in her throat and tears stinging her eyes.

“Go talk to her,” Owen said softly.

***

Knock knock .

“Hey, can I come in?” Dani asked tentatively.

“Free country,” Jamie said from the small couch they kept under the window in the back office. She was gazing out the window as snow fell outside, silencing the noise of the street.

Dani stepped inside and closed the door behind her softly. She opened and closed her fists at her sides in a fit of nerves. “I’m sorry,” she said yet again. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I’m sorry that it probably brought up unpleasant memories. I’m sorry that I didn’t handle it better. I’m sor--”

“Christ, Dani, stop. I’m the one that’s sorry.”

Dani frowned. “What?”

“You were just doing what you thought you needed to do to protect Emma. And then, after a guy hits you, threatens you, and the cops hassle you for a report, I yell at you.”

“It’s okay,” Dani said, approaching the couch. “I know why you were upset.”

“No, I don’t think you do,” Jamie said, shaking her head and finally meeting Dani’s gaze as the once-au pair knelt at her feet. “I’m angry at myself, Dani. I should have come out from the back much sooner. I didn’t know tha--”

“Hey,” Dani said soothingly, “you came out just in time. I’m the one that should have called for your help sooner.”

Jamie shook her head. “Fucking Morrison. We’re sitting here apologizing to each other, but he’s the fucking prat. He’s lucky all you did was give him a bloody nose.”

“Well, I don’t think other parts of him are too happy right now, either,” Dani countered.

“Where’d you learn to do that, anyway?”

“College self defense class at OU.”

“Go bobcats,” Jamie laughed dryly.

“Are we okay?”

“Of course we’re okay,” Jamie said as her brows twitched together. She pulled Dani onto her lap and they held each other until both of them began to breathe normally again.

“You know…” Dani began carefully, “I did learn one thing from all this.”

Jamie hummed in question.

“You are fucking sexy when you’re angry,” Dani whispered in slight embarrassment.

The gardener’s body shook with silent laughter. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You are!” Dani sat up to look into the woman’s eyes. “Your whole body just...and your eyes!”

“So that’s why you looked like you were in outer space earlier.”

“Shush,” Dani said, nipping at Jamie’s lip.

The gardener returned the nip before brushing her lip against Dani’s and deepening the kiss. Dani sighed as she relaxed into the gardener’s arms, soaking in the feeling of safety and warmth that was always there.

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alarmcomic41 · 4 years ago

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Family Arbitration is a confidential process, however where there are concerns concerning the safety and security of a youngster, the protection of kids overrides the principles of both discretion as well as adult decision-making. The arbitrator will discuss this to you when you come for your first meeting, called a Mediation Info and also Analysis Meeting.

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The Parenting Strategy, which has actually just recently been revised, is designed to help moms and dads discuss what is best for their children. This has lately been upgraded to ensure that children are at the centre of arrangements of this nature. Section 20 is about a Regional Authority providing somewhere for a kid to live if he needs it. The LA does not share Parental Responsibility with the moms and dads if a child is accommodated under section 20. If parents broken up and also can not agree on exactly how to figure out contact or living arrangements for their children, they might require to put on court for a Kid Arrangements Order. This order will lay out exactly how a kid spends his time with each of his parents. mediators Europe finances utilized to be called 'call' and also 'home' orders however were transformed by the Kid and Households Act 2014.

What questions do they ask at mediation?

Some of the questions that a mediator ought to ask counsel for the parties during the mediation include the following. What are your/your client's goals for this mediation? What would help you achieve your goals? What are the obstacles to resolving the dispute?

Along with this, up-to-date checking account declarations will certainly require to be supplied. It is crucial to give as much info concerning home mortgages, property valuations, insurance policies, endowments and also any kind of various other financial investments, such as supplies and also shares. It can not be emphasized sufficient to do this as very early as possible, to ensure that when you attend your first mediation session, you will certainly be prepared and also your time in mediation will be effective. It is important to remember, that you require to reveal all your financial assets.

Child.

Subsequent brief mediation sessions are often valuable every few months to iron our parenting concerns as well as evaluate and review the contact arrangements. Separation and divorce highlights solid emotions in pairs; trying to make call arrangements for your children can be a filled, dissatisfied procedure.

Our approved mediators can organize a private meeting with kids that will certainly after that have a possibility to place their perspective concerning their family members circumstance and also adjustments. Children's views will be appreciated, without any stress being placed on the children and the conference will be friendly and casual. Neither moms and dad exists during the time the conciliator invests with the youngsters. The kids decide with the moderator what they desire passed on back to their parents.

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The emotional damage to kids experiencing their moms and dads' contentious separations can be lasting. The moderator will facilitate conversations between you and your companion to attempt as well as settle different concerns to include plans for the kids, that is to provide the divorce request as well as monetary arrangements. Mediation can be used in different contexts to consist of household separation, acting monetary plans, long term economic arrangements and so on . The procedure entails a joint meeting with the parents and also conciliator, a private conference between the youngsters and also the conciliator, and also an adhere to up meeting between the moms and dads as well as arbitrator. This enables the dreams as well as sensations of the kids to be thought about by the parents when considering arrangements for the future. The courts can buy joint or sole guardianship, which is the capability to make crucial choices on behalf of the kid and also implies a physical protection of the kid. On that basis the moms and dads are more likely to combat each various other for sole guardianship.

However, in some cases this is as well aspirational as well as in high dispute cases the court will purchase single custodianship. Determining arrangements for kids is a hard and distressing procedure as well as it's crucial to look for professional help. Our mediators are totally trained to mediate sessions between you as well as your previous partner so that you decide on problems that are very important to the welfare of your youngster.

ex pats Poland mediators service includes jewellery, automobiles as well as those off-shore savings account in the British Virgin Islands! It is very important to not simply count assets, however additionally financial obligations, which may be debt or store cards. Additionally, there might be bank loans, or even ones from relative. By obtaining all this information together, it will allow for everyone to prepare their future financial resources better. Whilst alternating weekend breaks permit the youngsters quality time with both of their parents, the plans for during the college week, vacations and special celebrations will vary for every single family members. Points get even extra complicated when a moms and dad functions changes or has a varied job pattern. 11.03 In most cases, events have the ability to clear up contact as well as house concerns themselves without going to court or ADR.

In fact, there is little sensible distinction between sole and joint safekeeping as both celebrations ultimately can have a say in the important choices in their kid's life. There is an increased focus, which is sustained by arbitration, on the responsibilities and obligations of parents rather than their civil liberties and authority. Courts will normally order joint guardianship in the hope that moms and dads will certainly resist suggesting when it involves their kids.

Child comprehensive arbitration-- We can supply child-inclusive arbitration, where suitable, with a particularly educated family members moderator. This will certainly go through protecting to make sure that both moms and dads are fully knowledgeable about the effects of consisting of children while doing so, the reason and objective. Consisting of children in Family members Arbitration gives them an opportunity to feel that their voices are being heard, as well as a method of exploring their thoughts and worries. try this web-site concerning shared-parenting strategies are normally two-hours long and also are spaced every few weeks usually over 4-6 sessions. Moms and dads or carers can determine a plan for the short term, maybe for the following couple of weeks or months, to observe just how the youngster fares. This is specifically vital for children that may require time to get used to the adjustments.

Arbitration sustains people in a 'conflict' attempt to find their own resolution to the issue.

After 2 mediation sessions, which resolved their conflict and also lack of participation, the parents had the ability to focus on the needs of their children, that took part in a child inclusive arbitration.

The parents remained in litigation concerning their youngsters, finances and also service interests and their children remained in the middle of their disputes.

We are open for service - during this crisis, we provide remote legal suggestions to our brand-new and also valued customers and also 3rd parties.

Learn about how family arbitration can be delivered on the internet by our professional household mediators throughout this tough time.

We motivate our customers to participate in mediation before they come and see us.

We believe that a line of interaction open in between the events makes the whole procedure go efficiently and also leads to a much better as well as much more durable agreement.

Our conciliator Beverley Long is trained and qualified to consult with youngsters and young people. The choice for an arbitrator to talk with children and include them in the mediation process needs to be considered very carefully.

Once it is concurred by all that the children will see an arbitrator-- they will certainly understand that both parents support them giving their desires and sensations to a nominated moderator. The alternative court procedure could mean the Court might require a CAFCASS officer talk with the children regarding their dreams and also sensations. Below at Progressive Arbitration, we are vastly experienced in family arbitration and also in particular where youngsters are associated with the dispute between separating parents. We additionally understand when seeing the youngsters as part of the mediation procedure it will certainly benefit everyone included and also we will actively urge it. If you are not functioning or on a reduced revenue, you may be eligible for legal help for arbitration so you will certainly not have to pay the mediator.

At Rock King we provide youngster inclusive mediation and are able to offer this not just to our arbitration clients but additionally to those who might be seeing mediators who aren't kid comprehensive trained. Consisting of kids and also young people in arbitration reveals them that they matter and that their parents agree to comprehend their sensations as well as concerns.

You will likewise validate that you comprehend this at the beginning of your first mediation session, when you authorize a contract to mediate. Component of my function as a family members conciliator can in some cases entail me talking with kids as part of the arbitration process. This is in situations where both parents feel their child or youngsters would gain from having their voice listened to through the mediator, and also the arbitrator considers it appropriate. Federal government expectation is for all kids over the age of 10 to be provided the possibility to have their voices heard when arrangements between their moms and dads are being reviewed.

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Pirate Gold (AU) - chapter 1

Hi so this is for SasuHina revolution week I've decided as my fanfics are always too long to just do one prompt a day so I'm just gonna concentrate on this one and upload a chapter every day (If I'm able to with work). I've been working a lot on my writing recently and hope this story shows improvement compared to previous uploads. So I hope you like it :) pls leave notes/review

LONG LIVE SASUHINA :D

Kim xxx

Lady Hinata awoke from her dreams, just like any normal day. Today was no ordinary day, it being her 18th birthday.

Throughout childhood, her father Hiashi Hyuga and herself had been at logger heads many times. Her safety paramount, as she grew in to a teen her father's will had felt overwhelmingly claustrophobic.

If her mother were alive, Hinata believed her confined childhood would never have come about. She had been told by the servants that her mother had dies in an accident when Hinata was 4 years old. Hinata remembered very little of her mother, loosing her at such a young age, she did however retain the memories of her mother's stories. Every night Hinata would beg and harass her mother for said stories and each night her mother complied. Her stories created enchanting dreams that would be filled with far off lands, maundering pirates and adventures most magical.

The Hyuga mansion stood tall and proud, sat on a cliff looking over the village and beach below. Konoha was just like any other port village; its docks welcoming ships with their hulls laden with cargo. From the beach a simple path lead up to the village a tavern open greeting sailors and regulars bringing talk of their time on sea. The market, busy with gossip, always filled with wares from all the 7 seas.

As a child Hinata would sneak from her father's side and escape down to the docks, drawn by the siren call of the sea. With her over protective father she had never had the opportunity to sail as the song enticed, and with every failed attempt Hinata had grown into despair and eventually gave up.

Once dressed for the day ahead Hinata made her way to the dining room, where her father sat patiently at the table.

"My beautiful girl," Hiashi stood at her entrance, "Happy birthday my moon child." He called her her childhood nickname given to her as she was born under a full moon.

"father." Hinata smiled sweetly and allowed her father to give her a hug. Once

sat down Hinata noticed a small red box to one side of her father.

"Before I give you this," Hiashi caught her glance at the box, "There is something you must know." As he spoke he gripped the red box with its perfectly wrapped bow. "But I'm afraid of your reaction."

"Father?" Hinata questioned, "I'm not use to seeing you like this."

"What I'm about to say relates to your mother," At the mention of her Hinata's attention could be drawn no where else. "Your mother, God rest her soul, was no ordinary woman. You remind me so much of her." He added. Hinata knew she held much of a resemblance to her mother, it had been a rather sore point growing up between her father and herself in the early years after her death. Hinata held Hiashi's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"It's been 14 years since her death and everything you've been told is wrong. My dear moon child, this going to come as quite a shock but keep in mind I didn't tell you for your own good."

"It's ok father, I understand my safety was always and will always be your concern."

"Thank you moon child," Hiashi gave her a small smile, "On your 4th birthday the 3 of us wanted to have are own private party on our vessel. Your dear loved the sea, almost as much as you," Hiashi smiled in recollection, "Her own father was on his way to visit you, he hadn't had the opportunity to meet you yet and we were all so looking forward to our family being back together." Hiashi's face darkened so Hinata gave his hand another squeeze. "Before his imminent arrival our ship was spotted by 'the death ship'. My dear child you've never seen such a ship in your life, its was black as the plague the black sails seemed to eat up the skies and all happiness you've ever felt seems to sucked out of you. All you feel is your death coming straight towards you. The crew of the 'death ship' are lead by no other than Captain Madara, I've heard it said that the last thing you see before your death is yourself reflected in his eyes." Hinata gasped at the name, the whole world knew of Captain Madara. He was the most ruthless pirate of all and would even kill other pirates, a heresy against the pirate code, doing this to only improve his power. But Hinata had thought him to be only a folks tale, she only knew of him from her mother's stories.

"He is the most evil of pirates," Hiashi continued, "With only the 3 of us on board we were grossly outnumbered. Your mother urged me to keep you safe and to hide you from Madara. We knew he was there for her, he'd been chasing your mother all there adult lives-"

"Why?" Hinata interrupted.

"When they were children they were promised to one another, an arranged marriage. But your mother heard of his murderous ways and would have nothing to do with marrying such a man. She ran away in the hopes of escaping him and for a while it worked. Our biggest fear had come true, Madara had found her, but he knew nothing of you. While I hid in the hold with you – the biggest shame in my life – you mother fought with Madara. I took a peak through the metal crate, your mother was an excellent swords woman, she had met her match with captain Madara though, you've never seen 2 blades dance like that. Your mother fought with all her might, but ultimately the duel would take her life." Hiashi paused, his voice breaking, "Madara left her on the deck to bleed, she knew she didn't have long – Her dying wish – Was I keep you safe – And on your 18th birthday, you have this." Hiashi slid the red box towards her.

Hinata looked from the box then to her father with tears gliding down her face. Hinata's chair screeched with her sudden movement.

"Papa," She hugged him from behind and gave his own tear stained cheek a peck, "You kept her promise, I am safe." She assured him.

"Thank you, moon child." Hiashi patted her arm. He handed her the box and gestured her to sit once more, Hinata obliged.

"This was your mother's most prised possession, other than you," Hiashi informed her. As he spoke Hinata began to carefully open the ribbon, "For generations it has been handed down, a symbol of her families lineage, and now to you."

Hinata lifted the lid on the box with bated breath.

"A gold coin?" She looked to her father in confusion.

"Not everything is as simple as it seems."

Hinata lifted the box to inspect the coin closer. The coin looked to be made of solid gold and was covered in a tribal like pattern. Hinata picked up the coin from it's box and turned it over to inspect the other side. The moment the coin now 'heads up' Hinata felt powerful jolt emitting from her hand, the sound of her heart beat sent ripples from the coin that echoed all around Konoha cove.

"Drop it!" Hiashi shouted his voice shaking. With shaking fingers Hinata quickly placed the coin back in it's box.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Quick we must pack," Hiashi stood from his chair, "We don't have time. Pack only essentials, we leave by night fall. There is much to prepare." That said Hiashi left the room.

"What in the world just happened?" Hinata asked herself. She looked down at the coin. The skull and crossbones even with no eyes seemingly looking at her and laughing.

"What are you?"

Hinata sank in to the couch, with a bag of her clothes and personal effects at her side. What a miserable birthday, she thought to herself. She'd seen nothing of her father. Since morning he's been locked away in his study while the servants buzzed a hive of activity packing the houses belongings, most for transport some for market.

Hinata still had no clue what was happening. The gold coin, still in it's box, had been taken from her by 1 of the servants, claiming her father needed it. The day had been none stop, a chaotic hurricane of packing and emotions.

The weather had shifted from the beautiful sunny morning to the dark clouds heavy with storms.

Hinata watched through the window as the clouds drew closer turning midday in to twilight. If she hadn't been observing the horizon she might have missed the moment a black top sail broke the horizon. Hinata had never seen the ship before but something about it exuded animal menace, causing goosebumps to appear on her arms. Winks of muzzle-flash glittered the horizon and the muffled booms of cannon came a second later. A split second later and another top sail, this time red, peaked over the horizon.

"Shit!" Hiashi hastily entered the room, "They're here. We must go now." Hiashi grabbed Hinata's hand pulling her away from the window.

"No!" Hinata shouted authoritatively, "What is happening? You can't just keep hiding things from me."

"Please Hinata, now is not the time to be fucking awkward." At such rare language used from her father Hinata fell silent. "I'm sorry my moon child," He bowed his head, "I know you have questions, when we have time I shall answer them." Hinata nodded her head, the fight in her silenced not wanting to add to his stress. "What I'm about to tell you, you won't like, but hear my words well and do not disobey. You are to flee from here, use the passage ways from the mansion and hide at the rocks below. Hide there until I find you -"

"But -"

"Shush Hinata, you must do as I ask, your safety is of up most importance. You have to survive." He urged, "If for some reason you are captured by 1 of these ships use the word 'Parley' and do not tell anyone your name," Next he showed her a plain cheap looking gold locket. "Inside here is the coin. Whatever you do do not the coin again. Keep it hidden, keep it safe." He implored.

By now the 2 ships had come closer to their cove and with them Hiashi's mood sombre.

"Why do I get the feeling you're saying goodbye?" Hinata asked.

Hiashi said nothing in return, tentatively he placed the locket around her neck. He had tears in his eyes refusing to let them fall.

"You must go."

Hinata fled, just as her father instructed. She hid at the base of the cliffs a finger tip from the sea crashing against the rocks. Even that sound couldn't conceal the screams of lives being lost. The cannons from the ships taking over her once peaceful cove.

She watched, silently crying, as the black ship took aimed it's cannons and with there full force reduced her home and childhood memories to a pile of rubble.

What felt like hours later the black ominous ship sailed by her under the cover of darkness. Hinata could only see it as it floated by unbelievably close. Coming from it the noise of celebration, their job complete.

The cove now echoed with the wale's of newly made widows and orphans. The sea stained red as the bodies of the nameless bobbed in the currant and washed up on the shore.

"Who are you?" A male's voice bellowed as he pointed his piston towards her.

"P-Parley." She stammered.

"What did she say?" Another male's voice asked the first male.

"She said parley-"

"- Or what!? Can't we just pretend she never said anything?"

"We can't," The first male lowered his weapon, distracted by his companion, "If the cap'in found out we didn't follow the code he'd..." with a finger the man traced a line across his neck.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself in for, girl." The second man spoke, "Now get up and come with us!"

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President Trump welcomed the Japanese prime minister at Mar-a-Lago, in front of a towering arrangement of roses. The two could have met in Washington, but Trump said his private club was a more comfortable alternative. “It is, indeed, the Southern White House,” Trump said, greeting Prime Minister Shinzo Abe in front of the press in April 2018.

For Trump, there was another, hidden benefit. Money. At Mar-a-Lago, Trump’s company would get paid to host his summit.

In the next two days, as Trump and Abe talked about trade and North Korea, Trump’s Palm Beach, Fla., club billed the U.S. government $13,700 for guest rooms, $16,500 for food and wine and $6,000 for the roses and other floral arrangements.

Those 2018 payments, revealed here for the first time, are part of a long-running pattern whose scope has become clear only in recent months.

Since his first month in office, Trump has used his power to direct millions from U.S. taxpayers — and from his political supporters — into his own businesses. The Washington Post has sought to compile examples of this spending through open records requests and a lawsuit.

In all, he has received at least $8.1 million from these two sources since he took office, those documents and publicly available records show.

The president brought taxpayer money to his businesses simply by bringing himself. He’s visited his hotels and clubs more than 280 times now, making them a familiar backdrop for his presidency. And in doing so, he has turned those properties into magnets for GOP events, including glitzy fundraisers for his own reelection campaign, where big donors go to see and be seen.

In the case of the government, Trump’s visits turned it into a captive customer, newly revealed documents show. What the government needed from Trump’s properties, it had to buy from Trump’s company.

So the more he went, the more he got. Since 2017, Trump’s company has charged taxpayers for hotel rooms, ballrooms, cottages, rental houses, golf carts, votive candles, floating candles, candelabras, furniture moving, resort fees, decorative palm trees, strip steak, chocolate cake, breakfast buffets, $88 bottles of wine and $1,000 worth of liquor for White House aides. And water.

Since Trump took office, his company has been paid at least $2.5 million by the U.S. government, according to documents obtained by The Post.

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In addition, Trump’s campaign and fundraising committee paid $5.6 million to his companies since his inauguration in January 2017. Those payments — turning campaign donations into private revenue — continued even this year, as Trump fell behind in polls and his campaign ran short of money.

The Trump Organization is not prohibited from accepting the payments. But the payments did break a key promise from 2016: Trump’s pledge that he would “completely isolate” himself from his business once in office, and put his voters’ interests above his own. “If I win, I may never see my property — I may never see these places again,” Trump said on the campaign trail then. “Because I’m going to be working for you, I’m not going to have time to go play golf. Believe me.”

There is no official total of what Trump’s company has been paid by the government and Trump’s campaign since he took office. The company and the campaign have both declined to say and did not respond to questions for this story....Without an official accounting of these payments, The Post has sought to compile its own.....The result is a never-before-seen portrait of the presidency as a revenue stream.

While Trump was publicly donating his $400,000 annual presidential salary, he was privately using his power to bring his businesses far more than that.

Taxpayer payments

The payments from taxpayers to Mar-a-Lago started in Trump’s first full month on the job, February 2017. He was meeting Abe at the club. His aides would need rooms. According to federal policy, the most they could pay was $182. But Mar-a-Lago was not charging $182.

“[There’s] a five bedroom house that three of the senior staff are staying in at $2,600 per night,” State Department employee Michael Dobbs wrote his colleagues, in an email later released to the public. “The two other Senior staffers (Bannon and Walsh) are expected to be charged $546 for their rooms.”

Within the State Department, emails show, officials did not seem inclined to fight. Federal rules allowed them to pay up to three times the normal limit — $546, in this case — with authorization. And the White House had authorized it. (Months later, Mar-a-Lago lowered the rate it charged the State Department to $396.15 per night, and provided partial refunds for some of the earlier charges above that.)

Within the White House, one former official said, some officials grumbled about holding the events at Mar-a-Lago. The events required dozens of staffers and enormous logistics, which had to be shoehorned into a private club on a narrow island full of other, nosy, paying guests. And there were some ethics concerns about the president repeatedly visiting his own properties. “It’s a hell of a lot easier to do it at the White House, which is set up for it,” the former official said...

Foreign leaders also sought the prestige of visiting the president at his vacation home because they believed it showed a close bond with the United States, two former officials said.

Trump returned, two months later, with Chinese President Xi Jinping....And Mar-a-Lago’s bills only got bigger that time, according to State Department records newly obtained by The Post. Now, there were florist bills: When Trump visited with Xi Jinping of China in April 2017, the club had started charging for flowers, and $50 per palm for decorative palm trees.

That same weekend, a group of White House staffers gathered in a Mar-a-Lago bar adorned with a large portrait of Trump wearing tennis whites. They kicked out the bartender “so they could speak confidentially,” according to an email Mar-a-Lago’s catering director sent to the State Department later.

The group then helped themselves to the contents of the bar: 26 servings of Patron and Don Julio tequila, 22 Chopin vodkas, and 6 glasses of Woodford Reserve bourbon, documents show. The bill to the government: $1,005.60, including service charge. The State Department refused to pay, emails show. But ProPublica — which first revealed this bill — reported that the White House eventually did. (The White House has not responded to questions asking how much it has paid Trump’s clubs out of its own budget).

But the most expensive — and most famous — event of the weekend was the formal dinner for 30, where Trump informed Xi about U.S. missile strikes against Syria during dessert. “The most beautiful piece of chocolate cake that you’ve ever seen,” Trump later said in an interview with Fox Business Network. Taxpayers likely paid for that: Mar-a-Lago charged $7,700 for that dinner, a charge that appears to have covered Trump’s food, as well.

A White House official, who spoke on the condition of anonymity to discuss internal matters, defended Trump, saying “the President has hosted near 100 head of state/government visits since 2017” and only a fraction were at his own properties. But, last year, Trump sought to award his own company a much bigger event: the massive Group of Seven summit, which Trump gave to his Doral golf club in Miami. That event would have brought hundreds of foreign and U.S. officials to that property. Trump reversed the decision days later, retreating under public pressure — and resistance from his own aides.

His visits brought another customer: The Secret Service.

When Trump visited Mar-a-Lago for two weeks at Christmas last year, for example, the club charged the Secret Service $32,400 for guest rooms.

In addition, Trump’s adult children have brought their father’s company another $260,000 in taxpayer revenue on their own, records show, by taking solo trips to Trump properties with their own Secret Service agents in tow.

And, in some cases, Trump’s properties even got paid on days when no Trumps were present at all. In Bedminster, N.J., for instance, Trump’s club has charged the Secret Service $17,000 per month to rent a cottage from May to November — even on days when the family is absent. That’s an unusually high rate for the area, but a former Trump administration official said they had to pay it — to be ready, if Trump suddenly decided to visit.

Defense Department records recently obtained by The Post show a similar pattern of $17,000 payments to Trump’s club in Bedminster in recent years. Pentagon officials declined to answer questions about whether they have a cottage there, too.

In the past, the Trump Organization has defended its actions with two arguments. One is that — even if it wanted to — it couldn’t do all this for free.

“Legally, by law, you have to charge the federal government something, otherwise you get into all sorts of gift laws,” Eric Trump told Fox News in February. Eric Trump has not specified what laws he is referring to.

Ethics experts said they were baffled by that claim, since the agencies that the Trump Organization is known to have charged the most — the departments of Homeland Security, State and Defense — all have policies allowing them to accept gifts under some circumstances.

The Trump Organization’s second argument has been that — though it must charge the government something — it charges only enough to cover its costs. “If my father travels, they stay at our properties for free. Meaning, like, cost for housekeeping,” Eric Trump told Yahoo Finance last year. “If they were to go to a hotel across the street, they’d be charging them $500 a night, whereas, you know we charge them like 50 bucks.”

Among the hundreds of transactions reviewed by The Post, there were about two dozen payments that came close to that description: On three occasions when Trump visited his hotel in Las Vegas, for instance, the Defense Department reported paying just $74.51 per night for rooms. The Defense Department declined to comment about those payments.

But, in cases where The Post could determine what room rate was charged, the Trump Organization mostly appeared to charge the maximum allowed under federal spending rules. Or more.

At Mar-a-Lago, the government was charged rates ranging from $396.15 to $650 per room, according to documents obtained by The Post and people who have seen other, unredacted receipts. The rate for the cottage at Bedminster worked out to $566 per night. Once, when Donald Trump Jr. stopped at the Trump hotel in Vancouver, the Secret Service was charged $611 per night for his agents’ rooms. The Trump Organization has not commented on these higher charges.

Michael Cohen, Trump’s longtime “fixer” and attorney, said he saw no sign of a discount in those rates. “That’s what anybody coming in would pay,” said Cohen, who worked at the Trump Organization through the beginning of Trump’s term. This year, he was released early from federal prison, after pleading guilty to campaign-finance violations and lying to Congress.

Campaign donors

The use of campaign donations to pay Trump’s businesses is not new: During the 2016 race, his campaign paid them about $12.5 million. But that time, Trump put in far more money than he got out, contributing $66 million to his own campaign.

In the 2020 campaign, he’s done the opposite. Trump has donated a mere $8,020 to his 2020 campaign as of Oct. 14, records show. But his campaign and affiliated fundraising committees paid at least $5.6 million out to his companies. The two committees spent nearly $1 million from Sept. 1 through Oct. 14, including $97,000 for lodging at Trump hotels and nearly $800,000 for catering and ballroom rentals, records show.

RNC and campaign officials have said Trump has never ordered them to visit his clubs — but it was understood that he is more likely to attend if an event is at one of his properties.

Paul Seamus Ryan, of the nonprofit group Common Cause, said it was legal for candidates to rent things from their own business — as long as they appeared to be paying market rates and not overcharging. But, Ryan said, he had never seen anyone do it at the scale Trump has.

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Like the Heart Goes Chapter 3: Take a shot and plot your heart away

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Summary:Breaking up is hard. Especially when you are going through it publicly. Rob and Reader are doing just that; trying to navigate the difficulties of an emotional breakup while still trying to remain civil enough to work together, and adding inquisitive fans and over involved friends to the equation certainly isn’t helping.

In an attempt to keep their split private, Rob neglects to to get himself a separate room at Vancon. Reader is not thrilled about the thought of sharing a room with him after everything. She attempts to drown her sorrows at the bar.

Word Count: 4372

Warnings: angst, swearing, drinking

Catch Up: Chapter 1 Chapter 2

You were set to meet Briana at the airport. You weren’t sure if you could do as Rob had begged and pretend that everything was okay. The past couple of days had been difficult, and you were a mess. All you could do at this point was try to hide that messiness and hope that you didn’t break again. It wasn’t unusual to meet your fellow con friends at the airport and travel with them. Usually, there were more on the same flight, but this time, it was just you and Briana. The only thing that had you worried was the fact that Rob had decided to take a separate flight, which he never did. He was always right by your side when you flew. He knew about your nervousness when it came to flying, and like the good boyfriend that he was, he made sure he was always with you if he could be. Not this this time. He figured it was for the best to not be near you, ‘not when the wounds are still fresh for the both of us,’ he had said. You honestly wanted to punch him in the face when he said it.

Your big worry now was that you were looking for Briana at the airport and you just knew she was going to wonder where the hell Rob was. The woman had no filter and would definitely bring it up. Even worse, she knew you so damn well, you figured she’d easily realize something was wrong. While you didn’t want to give Rob the satisfaction of you playing along with his wish to keep this quiet, you realized that you really weren’t ready for people to know either. You were in constant pain, and you knew that having your friends probing you with questions and concerns was only going to make it worse for you. It was no longer about making sure that Rob wasn’t inconvenienced this weekend, now it was about you keeping your sanity.

You spotted Briana, waiting for you at the gate. You waved at her, smiling in an attempt to appear normal. You took a deep breath as you approached her, her big smile greeting you as you got closer.

“Bri!” you exclaimed as you pulled her in for a hug. It had been a few weeks since you had seen her, and honestly, it was nice to be near someone that you were close to.

“Y/N! I’m so happy to see you!”

“We literally just saw each other a couple of weeks ago,” you chuckled as the hug ended.

“I know, it’s been too long.”

“Yeah, well, we have a whole weekend to hang out again.”

“Where’s Rob,” she asked suddenly, looking around to try to spot him. You cringed, wondering how you were going to explain this one without seeming too hurt.

“Uh, he had to take a later flight last minute, he had some work to do or something. He’ll be there later tonight.”

“Oh, weird…” she mumbled, “he doesn’t usually let you fly alone.”

“Well, I’m not alone,” you reminded her, “I’ve got you to hold my hand so I don’t freak out.”

“Okay,” she laughed as she picked up her bag, “Vancon, let’s do this!”

The flight hadn’t been too terrible. You and Briana talked, catching up on each other’s lives as if you hadn’t seen each other in months. She asked a lot about you and Rob and you were surprisingly able to keep it together enough to not raise any red flags. You figured it had been your anxiety over being on a plane that had derailed any doubts she may have had.

When you arrived at your hotel, you checked in after Briana; slightly shocked when the clerk recited back the details of your room.

“Yourself and a Mr. Rob Benedict? King size bed?”

“Oh, uh, yeah.” You were sort of surprised that Rob hadn’t immediately arranged to have separate rooms this weekend. You felt your anxiety grow over the idea of still having to share a room with him. After everything that had happened, all of the tense emotions, the things that should be discussed that probably wouldn’t be; you didn’t know if you could handle this. Your plan had been to avoid him all weekend. You weren’t sure how that would work when you were sharing a room with him. You quickly signed the papers that the woman handed you, thanking her as she handed you the room keys.

You and Briana walked together toward the elevators to the rooms. You, still wrestling with the idea of being in such close quarters with Rob this weekend.

“You okay?” Briana asked, her face scrunched up in disapproval.

You quickly faked a smile, “yeah, why wouldn’t I be.”

“You just looked sort of surprised when she checked you in.”

“Oh, no, I wasn’t surprised,” you thought hard about what to say to ease her mind, “just, I don’t know…”

“You miss Rob, don’t you?” She shot you a smile.

“Yeah,” you answered quickly, “I can’t remember the last time I checked into a hotel without him here.”

“He’ll be here soon, right?” You nodded, letting her know that she was right. “we got here early enough, you two can have your alone time together.”

You half smiled at her, not really wanting to think about it.

Once you had made it to your room, you showered, attempting to wash the airplane smell off of you. Flying was the worst and you hated every aspect of it. Everything from the anxiety over every little jolt felt during turbulence, the too-close seats, and the terrifying landing left you a wreck every time.

Once you were clean and dressed again, you flopped down on your bed, realizing that you needed to catch up on some sleep. You were never able to sleep on planes, you were too busy worrying that something would go wrong. This particular flight had been the worst now that you didn’t have Rob there to talk you through it. Briana had been a comfort, but it wasn’t the same. Truth be told, you hadn’t even slept well at home. You assumed crying yourself to sleep every night would help you achieve a long night’s rest, but it only left you waking feeling groggy with that persistent headache that you had been fighting for the past few days.

You closed your eyes, hoping that you could at least nap a little without waking up from the stress.

You woke from a sound sleep to a loud knocking on your door. You groaned as you sat up, head pounding again. Obviously, you hadn’t slept well again.

“I’m coming!” you shouted, certain that it was Briana or one of the other girls visiting.

However, when you opened the door, it was not Briana standing there. It wasn’t even Kim or Ruth. You felt your heart sink again, your stomach turning into knots when you saw Rob standing there.

“I tried to check in but the lady said you already picked up both keys,” Rob stammered. He too looked surprised to see you for some reason.

“Rob…” you mumbled, “I wasn’t really expecting you to…”

“To show up?” he finished, “I couldn’t just get us separate rooms, could I? Everyone would immediately know something was up.”

“You really intend to stay here?” You asked angrily. The nerve of him. You knew that he had kept the room under both your names, you even freaked out a bit over the idea of him sharing a room with you still. But, you had talked yourself down when you realized why he had done it and just assumed he had plans to sleep elsewhere.

“Where else do I stay?” He asked.

“Hmm, you raise a good question,” you replied, running your hand across your chin as if you were really pondering his question, “good luck with that.” You stepped back into the room, closing the door behind you and leaving him out in the hallway. You waited, knowing that he was going to be knocking again. Sure enough, there it was. You opened the door again, peeking out at him.

“Y/N,” he said in frustration, “I know it’s not ideal, but we have to at least try to keep anyone from asking questions. I don’t want to deal with it right now, and I know you don’t either.”

You studied him; taking note of how defeated he looked. Why did he still look as if he had been crying for days? That was supposed to be your thing.

“Should’ve waited until after the con to dump me then,” you said.

Rob shook his head, “I’m sorry about when it happened, but it did. Please, just let me in. We can still be adults about this.”

You reluctantly stepped aside, holding the door open wider for him to enter. He let out a flustered sigh as he collected his luggage and entered the room. This is where it gets awkward. How do you act around your ex-boyfriend who quite literally destroyed your heart and is now sharing a room with you? You stood there, uneasy at the way the room instantly grew tense at his presence. This wasn’t going to work. You couldn’t do this.

“Can’t you stay with Rich or something?” You asked finally.

“If I asked to stay with Rich, he’d ask what was going on with us,” Rob explained as he sat in a chair across the room from you, “I’d rather not explain anything to anyone right now.”

“I guess I can ask Briana if she has room for me then,” you muttered. You made your way to the bed to retrieve your phone.

“Don’t.” Rob said suddenly. You stopped and looked at him. “Then you’ll have to explain to her… can we please just not make a big deal out of this?”

“You really think it’s a good idea for us to be in the same room right now? Rob, I can barely look at you without wanting to either; punch you in the face or break down in tears.”

Rob’s eyes darted up to meet yours, still looking pained. You decided the want to punch him was much stronger than your need to cry.

“Of course it’s probably not a good idea,” he said, “but you know how our friends are. The second they realize something is off, they’re never going to leave us alone.”

He was right, he always was. You understood his need for keeping this quiet for a while. You hadn’t really considered it until you too realized that you really didn’t want people to know. You wanted to avoid the embarrassment and the questions for as long as you could. You both remained in silence for some time. Neither of you really had anything to say to each other, and if you did, it was only going to turn into another fight. You weighed your options, deciding in the end that it was for the best to just not fight him on this. Luckily, he worked pretty much all day long at the cons. Really, the only time the two of you would even be in the room was to sleep, which he also tended to skip out on when the guys convinced him to go out for drinks. Honestly, even during con weekends you rarely saw him. You were beginning to wonder how you had put up with his absence for as long as you had.

“Fine,” you grumbled, shoving your phone in your pocket and grabbing your purse off the bed, “but you can have the couch.”

“Where are you going?” He asked, watching you as you gathered your things.

“Wow, I just realized something,” you said as you put on your jacket, “you don’t get to ask me that anymore. It’s no longer your business what I do.”

He frowned, looking put off at your annoyance at him. Regardless of how hurt you were feeling, how angry you were with him, he still had a way of making you feel a little guilty when you were rude to him. You had a mix of emotions right now; remorseful over possibly hurting his feelings, angry at the stupidity of the situation, and hurt by him having left you. It was too much to take at this point.

“I’m going out,” you assured him, “I’m not going to say anything to anyone, but I can’t be in the same room with you if I can avoid it.”

“Y/N…” Rob called after you as you reached for the door, “we… we can still be friends right?”

You stopped in your tracks, letting his question sink in a little before deciding to react. You and Rob had started out as friends. You had some things in common, but mostly the friendship had turned very physical, very quickly. You moved into a romantic relationship after some time of dating and getting to know each other; but you had honestly fallen hard for him and vice versa. There was a time when you couldn’t get enough of each other. Despite all of the differences and the eventual disagreements, you knew that the fact that you two respected each other and were friends is what kept this relationship going. Right now, he wanted to remove himself from the romantic part of your relationship and revert back to how things had been before you had decided you were in love.

“No,” you said carefully. You didn’t want to hurt his feelings, although he deserved it, but you also didn’t want to lead him to believe that things would be okay now that you were split. “I can’t be your friend anymore, Rob.”

“Just because we’re not together, doesn’t mean that we can’t just… get along.”

You turned to face him, taking a deep breath as you prepared yourself to say the words that you really didn’t want to say. “I can’t be friends with someone that I love, who I thought loved me… who decided to break my heart for reasons that I don’t even know.”

“You keep acting like you don’t know why this has happened…”

“Because I don’t!” you shouted. “You keep saying these things and it just doesn’t make sense. Are you seeing someone else? Did you dump me so that you could be with someone else?”

“Jesus, Y/N,” he looked at you, shaking his head with a look of disgust on his face. “Of course not. That’s not what this is.”

“Right,” you nodded, turning from him again. You knew that wasn’t what this was. That wasn’t Rob. You had sort of hoped that he would outright tell you that this was the reason. At least then this would all make sense. “I know it’s not.”

“I don’t know what else you want me to say,” Rob muttered.

“Don’t say anything,” you replied as you reached for the doorknob again, “but you need to understand that we are not friends. Not anymore. I can’t be okay with someone who says that they care about me but has no problem doing this.”

“People break up all the time, Y/N. Sometimes relationships just end. That doesn’t mean that we have to constantly be at each other’s throats.”

“I don’t intend to continue fighting with you,” you replied, “once this weekend is over, we can just be done. You won’t have to talk to me and I certainly won’t talk to you. We can just go back to not knowing each other.”

“I don’t want that,” he argued. He stood from his chair, stepping slowly toward you.

“Really?” You scoffed at him.

“No, I can’t imagine what it would be like to not have you in my life anymore. I mean, we work together, we’re going to still be around each other. I still care about you. I do love you.”

You didn’t want to get angry, you were truthfully tired at how angry you had been with him. But, his constant vague explanation as to why he didn’t want you anymore and the way he kept reminding you how much he cared for you was exhausting. You knew you shouldn’t keep bringing it up. You didn’t want to keep having a reason to fight with him. The fact that he was talking about being friends and how much he still loved you, was throwing you off. Sure, he was saying all of this to seem like less of an asshole, he was trying to lessen the blow. It wasn’t working though. None of his words were easing any of this.

“Please, stop telling me that you love me, stop saying that you care about me…” your eyes welled with tears, mostly out of frustration at his words. “You don’t ruin someone that you care about. You don’t get to break my heart and tell me that you still love me.”

“That’s not what I’m trying to do,” he started. He moved closer to you, lifting his hands awkwardly as if he wanted to hold you, maybe comfort you. You immediately opened the door, stopping him from moving any closer. You walked out, still sobbing as you let the door close behind you.

You wandered the hotel with no real idea as to where you were going or what you were doing. All you knew was that you needed to be away from Rob and you needed to clear your head. It wasn’t until you stumbled upon the hotel bar that you decided where you needed to be tonight. Normally, you didn’t drink very often. If there was one thing about you that even you couldn’t handle, it was your alcohol tolerance. Your convention friends were constantly out, enjoying drinks and each other’s company. You had found out years ago that you couldn’t keep up with most of them. You had tried on countless occasions, because you really enjoyed going out with them; but eventually, you decided you were better off as the slightly tipsy or sober friend who made sure everyone else made it home safely.

Right now, you figured the risk of a hangover in an attempt to forget everything, was worth it. You entered the bar, taking a seat at the counter and immediately ordered a beer and a shot. Beer, that was okay for you usually. You were always able to recognize your limit with those, but it had been a long time since you indulged in liquor. You sat there alone, staring at your drinks for a long time. You finally picked up the shot glass, downing the entire thing in one swift motion. The liquor burned as it went down and you grimaced, fighting the urge to gag at the taste. You quickly chased it with your beer, giving yourself a moment to recollect yourself before ordering another shot.

You didn’t know how long you had been sitting at the bar before Briana and Kim had found you. It must have been a while, because you had an impressive collection of shot glasses sitting in front of you. You squinted, trying to adjust your blurry eyes on Briana’s face as she stood next to you.

“Y/N,” she said, “what are you doing?”

You tried to focus on her, “drinking, what’s it look like?” You definitely slurred your words as you answered her.

“You’re drunk,” Kim added. She had been holding onto your arm, which was helpful considering that even you realized you were swaying in your seat.

“That’s what happens in a bar,” you slurred again.

“Jesus, Y/N,” Briana said as she took the beer bottle from your hand and placed it on the counter. “I think you’re done.”

“I’m not done,” you replied, reaching for the drink that she had so cruelly taken away from you. She grabbed it again, moving further out of your reach. “That’s rude,” you pouted.

“You never drink,” Kim pointed out, “why are you sitting here, wasted in a hotel bar? Where’s Rob?” She glanced around the space, looking for him. You watched her, trying to focus.

“Who knows?” You answered. You closed your eyes tight as you felt the room begin to spin. “I don’t have to have him with me all the time. And, I’m not wasted, I just had a few drinks.”

“Trust me, you’re wasted.” Briana had her phone against her ear. You listened as she waited for the person that she was calling to answer. “Rob?” Jesus, she was really calling him right now. “Were you aware that your girlfriend is currently drunk in a hotel bar?”

You obviously couldn’t hear the conversation on his end, in fact, it was becoming more difficult to focus on what Briana was even saying. You tried to stand up when you realized that Briana was calling Rob to come get you. Of course, a good boyfriend wouldn’t leave his girlfriend at a bar alone like this. No matter how drunk you were, you knew that you couldn’t handle having him come collect you. You stumbled as you stood up, now realizing that you had probably overdone it. Kim kept her grip on you, steadying you as you tried to keep you balance. Yeah, you were drunk. Too drunk. You sort of hoped the girls would just take you back to your room, but you knew that Rob was most likely on his was.

“Please, just sit,” Kim begged as she tried to hold you up. Your legs definitely weren’t working and your head spun even worse now that you were standing. “Wait for Rob.”

Defeated, you did as she had asked. You knew you were in no position to try to walk it off. You didn’t want to see Rob again, but you were unable to relay your feelings about it. You sat back down as Kim had asked, giving up on trying to avoid what was inevitable. Shortly after the girls had found you, Rob entered the bar. He was already dressed in pajamas, hair a mess, glasses perched atop his nose. He had obviously been sleeping and had hurriedly left the room to retrieve you. You suddenly felt sick upon seeing him there. The whole point of tonight was to drink yourself into forgetting about what had happened, to forget about him for just a moment. Now, you felt a rush of emotions that you didn’t think was possible given how drunk you were. He approached you slowly, shaking his head in frustration.

“Honey, what the hell are you doing?” He said. He sounded disappointed as he wrapped an arm around your waist, lifting you from the bar stool. You swayed in one spot for a moment, leaning into him as he tried to steady you. You didn’t answer him. You really didn’t want to talk to him, all you wanted was for him to get you out of there as you were overcome with embarrassment suddenly.

“Thanks ladies,” he said to Kim and Briana, “I’m not sure what this is all about.” The girls nodded to him, watching as he began to lead you from the bar. You may have been very inebriated, which was just your attempt at trying not to feel anything, but being this close to him definitely made you feel a lot of things. You wished you could walk on your own, the last thing you needed was for him to be touching you.

Once inside the room, Rob led you to the bed, letting you drop to the mattress as you were no longer able to stand on your own.

“You’re welcome,” he said grumpily as he removed your shoes for you, helping you get under the covers so that you could sleep it off.

“I never wanted you to come get me,” you mumbled.

“Yeah, well, I can’t leave you alone at a bar. That would be pretty shitty of me. What were you even thinking? You know you can’t handle your alcohol.”

“I was thinking that I just wanted… I just didn’t’ want to think anymore,” you felt yourself tear up. You realized that the whole reason for your bender was to numb what you had been feeling, only this time, it didn’t work. If anything, you just felt sadder.

“Y/N…” Rob said softly, shaking his head at you.

“Please don’t do this.” You heard yourself say the words before you could even think to stop yourself. “Tell me what I did wrong, tell me how to fix this.”

The one thing that you had promised yourself since this had all started was that you wouldn’t ever beg him to stay with you. It was your pride that kept you from doing it before, and the fact that you really didn’t want him to feel forced into staying with you. Now; you were drunk crying, pleading for him to reconsider. You wanted to remain uncaring, but the truth was that you were really devastated. You couldn’t stand the thought of being without him.

“I love you,” there it was again. More words that you didn’t really want to say right now.

You should have been continuing to act rudely toward him, make him feel bad for being such a dick. That’s what you really wanted to do. It must have been the large quantity of alcohol that you had consumed tonight, because the truth spilled from you without you really wanting it to.

He didn’t reply right away. He ran a hand across your cheek to wipe away the tears that had already started to stain your face.

“Go to sleep, Y/N,” he said, “I promise that this will get easier.”

He moved away from you, taking his place back on the couch. You couldn’t watch him or focus right now. You stared up at the ceiling, wondering if you had really just broken your rule by begging him to stay with you. The room began to spin and you shut your eyes tight in an attempt to make it stop. You couldn’t be sure if it was because of your drunkenness or your broken heart, but you cried yourself to sleep while the world around you continued to spin out of control.

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#rob benedict x reader #rob benedict fanfiction #like the heart goes

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duniafiction · 7 years ago

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Please Don’t (A One-Shot Story)

Lee Je In (English pronounciation: Jane) hurriedly prepare herself for her first meeting with Oh Se Hun. Their very first meeting after knowing about the arranged marriage through an article. With her brother, Henry, constantly knocking the door, Jane felt even more chaotic. It’s not that Je In would like to impress Se Hun, but first impression does matter – like wearing makeup in your own house when you have guests.

The thing about Je In is that, whenever she felt left behind of scheduled time, her anxiety couldn’t be stopped at once. She tried breathing normally, trying to calm herself but it didn’t seem to be working. She fidgeted her fingers as her brother drove her to the place she was supposed to meet Se Hun. No, not alone though. Both families will be there, to discuss the wedding matters. ‘Adult works’ as Je In would like to call it. She was still in daze as to what’s actually happening – she’s getting married. Something she didn’t dare to imagine to happen anytime soon. And this is all going to happen about 3 months from now. When she finally had a break from her works. Henry caught up and continued fast-walking beside Je In as he parked his car, Je In was too embarrassed to go into the restaurant alone so she thanked Henry for accompanying her. She took a seat, ushered by her parents, to sit beside her now-fiancé as her brother sat at her other side. They’re like each other’s sidekick. Best of friends. Some might think of the duo as an ideal siblings.

As they were eating, the parents were talking about an engagement party and a wedding with at least a month of gap. But all Je In could focus on was the food she was eating and the jokes her brother was telling her in a low voice, only for her to hear. But it turned out Se Hun could hear them too. Je In caught him smiling as Henry finished every sentence of his jokes, clearing his throat when he got caught by Je In, maintaining his poker face and smiled at the food he was eating. It was a classic move of Henry’s – to tell jokes or funny stories while they were eating. It was the unspoken ‘Try-Not-to-Laugh’ challenge.

Se Hun knew the plot behind his parents’ awkward act, leaving him and his fiancé as they finished eating and discussing the events. Soon after, Je In’s parents did the same. Henry left a little bit later, telling them jokes to ease the awkward tension between them. Se Hun stood up almost immediately to shake Henry’s hands, still nervous around his fiancé’s family. He looked over to Je In who was finishing her drink. He signaled her, leaving the restaurant as the rest. Both figuring out where to go next, their space was full of silence and deep thoughts on what to say. They decided to go to a garden near the area. With few bodyguards looking out for reporters, they felt a little safer. But looking at their surroundings, the bodyguards seemed to attract more attention rather than keeping them on low profile, so Se Hun ushered them until they’re out of sight.

Se Hun and Je In then began to pour their thoughts on their marriage – how strangers like them have been set up just to strengthen their business connections, and might even end them with bloodbath and blacklists. They began to tell each other about their families. How they grew up with having their every wishes fulfilled, taking them for granted, and what made them mature. It felt easier now they felt a good flow on keeping the conversation going. But one thing remained the same, their mutual feelings on just being friends and nothing more than that. Or at least just for now. There is still time to be closer to one another.

Je In called her best friend over for a little almost-midnight talk. A friend who knew about this engagement better than anyone, a friend she can rant out to as much as she wants and not judging her, and deep in her heart she claimed him to be her first love. Park Bo Gum. They were the idealized campus-couple. Although not officially. Everyone tried to set them both together. But they value their friendship even more. Even if it hurts, they want to just stay friends. Their silently-wounded hearts won’t be an issue. They’d hope so.

They agreed to meet at their favorite hangout spot, somewhere between Je In’s house and Bo Gum’s. “Meet me halfway,” they said. Whoever they are. They talked about earlier today. Je In talked about how she met Se Hun. Her first impression of him – good-looking, nice attitude, not stiff apart from being interrogated by her parents. Bo Gum let out a sigh as he propped his arms on the railing with his palm grabbing the rails. He was still facing Je In with concerned eyes. Je In looked at the empty wooden floor, sitting on the railing and dangling her feet. Silence filled their clouded minds.

Few seconds of deep heavy breaths, Bo Gum stood up straight in front of Jane. “Hey, let me tell you a secret,” Bo Gum began to break the silence. His eyes searched for hers until they met each other. “The biiiiiiiiggest secret I’ve never told you before.” He took a pause before he confessed. Je In smiled, her face leaned closer expecting the worst confession Bo Gum could ever make to ease her heavy heart.

“I love you.”

She was right. That was the worst confession he ever made. All the other lame confessions he made, or will ever make again, could never top that. The sudden confession made her think of the possibilities. On how she could've end up with Bo Gum instead of Se Hun. How she wished she could turn back time and actually confessed to him. How it felt like to actually date him and not just imagine it happening. Because she felt the same way. And they could never change their star-crossed fate. She frowned at her first love. Her eyes began to quiver as if she was trying to solve the last math problem before the time runs out.

He continued, “And I’ll always will. Remember that. We can still be friends. I’ll have your back no matter what. You being married won’t change a thing.”

She cried hearing it. She felt like running away right there and then. She couldn’t handle to break down in front of Bo Gum. But her mind was completely blocked and she stumbled on her feet. Broke down and cried. She tried her best to control her tears. Not wanting to embarrass herself in front of him. Bo Gum seemed to know her feelings. He confessed his. And that is that. Everything would be normal. As if this night never happened.

Weeks have passed, Je In’s works began to get lighter and Se Hun’s being pressured by the reporters more and more.

The engagement party was held in Je In’s house. A private property where reporters are not allowed to enter except the invited ones – the professionally hired paparazzi. A grand spotlight could easily be set up in the middle of their empty corridor, just between the two huge semi-spiral stairs facing each other. As the event started, Mr. Lee called out the main stars of the night, and Se Hun and Je In came out of the hidden corridor upstairs. Se Hun took the left staircase and Je In took the right. They reached the center of the house and met with one another again. Se Hun then began taking out a box from his tuxedo, pulled out the ring and put it in Je In’s left ring finger. Je In mirrored the actions afterwards.

The crowds applaud and cheered for the happy couple, taking pictures of them smiling to one another and to the crowd. Je In’s mind began to search for Bo Gum. Jane’s eyes stopped searching as she found him. Bo Gum was focused on his drink, then looked up and met Je In’s eyes darting to his. He smiled. Sad smile, knowing their friendship they both knew is hard to keep up with, was about to come to an end. He raised up his glass a little, a gesture of cheers to Je In.

Je In knew what comes next. She bit her lower lip, secretly chanted a mantra in her mind. Like knowing a sad scene would come and still hoping it wouldn’t but it did anyway.

Please don’t. Please don’t. Please don’t.

He took a sip before putting it down to the table near where he was standing. He smiled for the last time before turning around, facing his back to the main star and began to leave the party.

Je In knew he was going to do that. He always leaves luxurious parties earlier than anyone. He only came to see the main event and left when it was over. Jane’s heart sank a little to know that Bo Gum left, but continued to keep a smile on her face to entertain the guests. Je In’s first love just witnessed her engaged to another man, and both she and Bo Gum didn’t have any chance to rebel against it. How cruel it was for him to witness his first love get engaged to another man. Right in front of his eyes.

#exo sehun #oh sehun #oh sehun x oc story #bear with me #story by Thinking May

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aki-chan2014 · 7 years ago

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The happy, sort-of-slice-of-life AU that nobody asked for.

Under the cut in case of inadvertent spoilers (from having some details mirror things that occur in canon). Also, I couldn't find an AU role for all the characters (specifically Hitsuji, Snake, Dragon, Uuma and Usagi so if anyone wants to join me in the fun and suggest how they'd fit in then feel free to lol)

The story here centres around Misaki Yuki, a young woman from a wealthy, well respected family that's been around for generations. Her parents died when she was a baby, and she's been brought up by both her grandparents and a great uncle. As she's the only grand-child, she's basically been given the most ridiculously comprehensive, expensive education (fancy academic private school, all sorts of tutors for activites ranging from combat techniques to flower arranging) and also indulged ridiculously-she literally wants for nothing. But the upbringing is a good one, and she is happy/loved/popular, and she grows up into a likeable person with a strong moral compass. Though it shocks her guardians when she initially announces she's going into peace activism, and in truth they'd hoped that as the heir she'd take on some of their military enterprises, they figure that being who she is that the path she's chosen is the right one for her, and so they have no qualms with it. She spends a lot of time both on the front lines and behind the scenes in her job as a peace activist, and progresses up ranks quite quickly, and becomes fairly well known. And though many dislike her for halting wars, even more hail her as a hero.

One thing she didn't entirely expect was that she'd encounter Toshiko Ino very often in her work. Sure, the Ino family was a lot like hers, a long standing one with military connections, but even so. Misaki's never got along with Toshiko, being some years younger than her, but was childhood friends with the younger Ino sister, Kiyoko, who died in high school. Toshiko, for her part, finds Misaki meddlesome and annoying, but apart from snide comments, she's never done too much to her because of their families' connection. And now they see each other more often as adults, they both try to stay as far away from each other as possible. For the most part, it works.

Misaki does meet all sorts of interesting personalities in the course of her work, and none more interesting than Eiji Kashii and Kanae Aira. Eiji is a legend in the military, often known as the 'Genius' or the 'Natural Born Killer'. Someone like that, Misaki expected to be ruthless and the type to take pleasure in killing. The person she encountered was wise, careful and had a good sense of what was right and wrong, even if in some senses his definition of those things differed to hers. She ended up having an interesting debate with him the first time they meet, and though she doesn't manage to change his stance on warfare by the time they part, a mutual business-like interest has been established between them, and every so often when he has some downtime and is in the country, he breaks his reclusive streak to have dinner with Misaki in a fancy restaurant. They talk all sorts of matters, though nothing personal at all, so Misaki never learns what, exactly, Kanae is to Eiji. Someone important for sure-he seems to care for her and she seems to be his other exception to his reclusive streak, but beyond that, nothing. Kanae herself, the few times Misaki meets her, doesn't offer anything though her alcohol-soaked mind makes her more talkative and uninhibited. All Misaki knows of her is that she is a fighter who took up alcohol to stop her from being haunted by the horrors of the battlefield, and she hasn't been able to change Kanae's mind, either. Still, though they are not friends or anything like that, Misaki does look forward to these very sporadic dinners.

Back home, life is mostly ordinary. She meets her boyfriend (since he doesn't have a name in canon, let's just call him Rin) in fairly ordinary circumstances (while shopping for baking supplies), and they hit it off fairly quickly, though since they're both careful and sensible they wait until they've been together a year before moving in together into a very nice apartment with a great view. Though well off himself, Rin, a computer programmer, is decidedly more ordinary/ has had a more mundane life than Misaki has, and so he has a little trouble adjusting to being a part of Misaki's colourful life. He also struggles with the image so many people have of her being a hero, though he admires what she does and doesn't try to stop her (even if he constantly worries). Rin does manage to reconcile his understanding of her with all this though, and really becomes her rock when she comes home after a failure ((He even meets Eiji one time though honestly the guy gave him nightmares for a week straight)). Basically, Rin and Misaki are perfect for each other.

In all truth and honesty though, the really weird part of their life together is decidedly a part of the more domestic side. Specifically, the two teens that the two of them somehow end up taking in: -The first is Tsugiyoshi Sumino, who is fifteen at the time. Misaki finds him asleep in the entranceway to the building her apartment is part of one morning in the summer holidays. She wakes him gently, and thinking that he's homeless or something, invites him up to feed him breakfast. Rin is surprised to see an unexpected guest and is a bit sceptical as to why an otherwise healthy, clean looking teen would fall asleep there like that, but Misaki overrides his concerns and makes breakfast for Tsugiyoshi, and proceeds to question him until she finds out his name and his circumstances. It turns out he has a home, but he's alone there, and always has been. He falls asleep a lot because he has a sleeping disorder of some sort (he doesn't explain it very well), and essentially has nobody in his life. And upon hearing that, Misaki decides to change that. Rin draws the line at Tsugiyoshi living with them and Misaki agrees, given he does have a home he seems happy with, but in every other way she tries to be the adult guidance that Tsugiyoshi has never had. And, sleepy, slightly apathetic, introverted teen he is, he pretends to resist but secretly likes it, and he blossoms visibly under the attention. He's a regular fixture in the apartment-other visitors will often be greeted with the sight of Tsugiyoshi sleeping on the sofa, eating cheese while playing smartphone games, attempting homework at the kitchen table or helping Rin or Misaki with chores.

-It is Tsugiyoshi who brings in Ryoka Niwa, a severely abused street girl who seems a few years older than him, though her exact age is never made clear. He finds her foraging in bins around the corner from the supermarket one evening as he picks up things Rin asked him to buy on his way to them. For reasons known only to him, he brings her to them with little explanation, whereupon he decides to flop on the sofa and sleep, leaving them in an awkward situation. Misaki is the first to recover, apologising on Tsugiyoshi's behalf, and trying to get a sense of who Ryoka is and where she came from. The girl reveals her name, but is too skittish and afraid to reveal more, and eventually Misaki just cleans her up and patches up her injuries, and they give her a meal. Ryoka seems to relax a little, but the moment Rin and Misaki's backs are turned she bolts out of there. But, the next evening, she comes back, and next evening, and the one after that, always bolting after a while and occasionally lashing out, apparently overwhelmed by the kindness. But each time she comes, she stays a little longer, and each time, she seems a little more relaxed. Eventually, she reveals snippets of her frankly horrific background, and eventually, Rin and Misaki end up having a talk and deciding that she has to live with them. So, she does. Given she's not used to a normal family life, there are a lot of problems at first, but she settles in eventually and just as Tsugiyoshi blossomed under Misaki and Rin's guidance, so does she, though in her case it's more like they redo her childhood with her for her so she learns to be a part of the world again. She befriends Tsugiyoshi too, forming a particular attachment to him because of how he found her.

But anyway, time goes by. Tsugiyoshi graduates from high school and drifts from job to job before finding what is apparently his dream job at a cheesemakers' while Ryoka, attending adult learning classes in lieu of school, eventually goes onto university and pursues a high-flying business career, and in the process discovers a love of hot springs and makes it her life's goal to visit every single one in Japan before she dies. She pursues lot of problematic romances before eventually settling down, while Tsugiyoshi doesn't even seem to care about that kind of thing, and both are aware of Misaki's low-key hope they get together but cheerily ignore it. As for Misaki and Rin (very proud of their two little ducklings, as they often think of them as), they do eventually get married, and have a few kids of their own (two daughters, Kiyoko and Asami and a son, Ryuu-Asami is the youngest, Kiyoko the eldest, named for the childhood friend). Naturally, those kids are very much loved, with great grandparents and a great-great uncle as well as all Rin's extended family to spoil them, not to mention Tsugiyoshi and Ryoka (plus her SO) who become something of a cross between a much older sibling and an uncle/aunt to the kids. It helps considering that Misaki never does slow down her peace activism career, meaning she's away from home a lot. The kids all go to Michio Tsukui's daycare when they're little and love it a lot. Kiyoko is a similar age to Michio's adopted daughter and they also become friends, so Michio ends up a permanent part of Misaki's life as well. Kiyoko, Ryuu and Asami go through their schooling, pursue their paths, enter relationships and marry and have their own children and all that too. Misaki and Rin are incredibly proud of them too.

And when Misaki eventually dies peacefully after a long illness when she is very, very old, she is surrounded by all her family, both blood and chosen, and many friends too, secure in the knowledge that she lived the best life that she could.

#hella long #sorry lol #too many ideas #juuni taisen #juni taisen: zodiac war #Juuni Taisen AU #AU #happilyeverafter #happy AU #slice-of-life #long post

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lorainelaneyblog · 6 years ago

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Monogamous people do not fantasize about other people. Men do think about other women, they even think about their penis in a woman’s vagina, but they do not, Loraine, ever, come to fantasy about it, or certainly not an orgasm, never. They are weird to you, they are, but that is what they are like. Yes, when women get a report of such goings on in the minds of their man, they do get jealous, and they do request a pimping of sorts. Guess, just try and guess, what it is, Loraine.

‘Shopping.’

No, Loraine. Think.

‘They want him to bring a friend home.’

Right, Loraine, and you were even going to say that they want to cook dinner for a friend, and that is true. They will ask, straight up, when they hear of this, to cook dinner for a male friend, in essence to woo him without putting out, because they have no desire to put out, and sometimes, for a man, particularly for a single, monogamous man--

‘Why does she say this, “Mmm,” says [ ], [ ]’s daughter in law.

She simply sees it in her mind’s eye as a threesome group, a happy group which she has seen before, that’s all. She doesn’t personally know. No, she didn’t want that guy, and she was terrified to be non monogamous with him, even with a little slut from college who was willing Christian Bale. Loraine, [ ] wants to know why she can’t do this, and [ ] is piping up that she wants the friend for sex, not to cook dinner, and she doesn’t see it, she doesn’t, while he’s saying he does. Who’s right?

‘He should be right. As long as he’s not evil.’

‘What if he’s evil? What if he’s denying me out of evil? I want to cook dinner for a friend, to get that feeling of being appreciated by another man, I do. But he says it’s sexual. And it’s not. I’m not thinking--wait. I do think about sex, honey--’

‘I told you.’

‘How did you know, when I didn’t even know?’

Men know your sexuality better than you know your own, says God. They are more sexually jealous, their task is to protect--

‘From what? He’s right there.’

--protect you for their own use, she said, says God.

‘Oh, so he gets to use me, and I get nothing. I don’t even want to cook dinner. I want the sex. Please, [ ], please.’

‘Okay, now that we are on the same page, I will let you, but I will say who.’

‘That’s fine.’

‘Oh, that’s fine. But, I must know, is there anyone you want, first, not that I will give him to you.’

‘How do I know? How do I? I’ve been so good. I only fucked, I only had sex with one other man, Loraine. [ ] thought he had died, actually died, and gone to actual heaven. Why is she laughing?’

‘Because you’ve been so good is all.’

‘And she hasn’t? Was it fun, Loraine?’

She laughs through her nose a bit. She has fun, says God, a little bit of fun, because she is prostitute, which is not fun as a single, honest, and read that clearly, reader, honest, God, I say again, I’ll say it how I want to, Loraine, woman. She had a few experiences which she doesn’t remember--

‘At all? Was she drunk?’

No, she’s not really a bad drinker. --as fun. And then, and it was never really fun, a few, little orgies--

‘Why did she do it then? My dad, my nice dad, she would say, told me not to do it, and I didn’t, because I didn’t want to be bad. I thought it would be bad, both to do, and to disobey my father. When I did have sex with that one guy, I had already brought him home, and introduced him, intro-duced him, as my fiance. And I didn’t ask about sex. I just assumed that it was okay now. I did. And boy was I wrong. Soon enough, I got dumped, and began to confess, haltingly, to my dad, that I had disobeyed. And he said, and I quote, “This is precisely, precisely why, I told you not, to, do, it. Get it?” And I started to cry when he said “Get it?” angrily. So I said, “Nobody will ever marry me!?” And he said, “I don’t fucking know, [ ].” And I cried some more. And he said, “Fucken shut up, [ ].” Nice, huh? From the nicest father in the world. And later he said, “I blame myself. I should never have let you out with him, ever, at all, without commitment, without a white dress wedding, I, blame, my, self. He’s a [ ], Loraine, and he is smart, very smart, and we’re rich, very rich, and I believed him, yes, I did, so, when I met [ ], at school, where you say women are overexposed to men, I did, not, bring, him, home. I didn’t. And I found myself flailing without the guidance of my father, so I had to mention that there was a new love interest. And a shadow passed over his face, and he said the following: “I want to meet him, please, and I will decide. That idiot did not impress me in any way. And it proved correct. So it will be me who decides now.” And I felt better. And I said, “Okay.” Next, and it was a few weeks, and I could tell he was becoming edgy, I said, “[ ] has asked me out, on a proper date. He wants to go for a dinner.” He said, “No.” He said, “There will be no dating at all. He will come by, we will have a talk, and you will go about your business while I decide.” Never, ever, mentioning sex. So I said, and I don’t regret this, I said, “What if there is an overture, like a kiss at school or something?” And he said, “Decline it.” And I said, “Okay.” So there was, an invitation to a kiss, truly, in the cafeteria, and I said, “My father says no.” And he said, “Oh!” very surprised. And I said, “Sorry.” And he said, “No problem.” Time passed again, and he agreed to the arrangement. Six long months passed, Loraine, after “No problem.” And suddenly, among friends, [ ] was there, we were besties, real besties, he said, “May I meet your father now?” And I said, “Okay.” So the meeting ensued, and I was told to wait again. Six long months passed again. And I received the following invitation. Would my father and mother like to go along and have a picnic with his family, not at the [ ] [ ], at the park, not Stanley Park, Kits Beach actually. Weird. A picnic. For all, by now, adults. Weird. But I said, of course, very interested, “Yes.” That picnic was some of the most fun I’ve ever had. Our parents got along. His mother is a nightmare, as you now know, but she is pleasant, and our fathers got along like a house on fire. [ ] was there, his daughter. I found her lovely. We all got along nicely, very, very, nicely. And then the following occurred. At school, where I had been forbidden, in normal discourse with my father, from being alone with [ ], he approached me in a corner, and I panicked. “What?” he said. “Let’s walk,” said I. “Okay,” he said. “I have something to say,” said he. “I would, in fact, like to know something.” “What’s that?” I asked. “Are you, I’ll just come out with it, are you a virgin?” “No,” I said. “I am not chaste,” he said. “But I am disappointed. I thought you might be, because your father was so strict. And the picnic, I thought, cemented it, that you would be willing to go on such a dumb first date.” “I fucked up once, and my father controlled me ever after.” “Oh,” said he. “Once? One time?” “Yes, one time.” “In a car?” “In his mother’s bed.” “You couldn’t use his bed?” “No.” “Why?” “Because he said he was too tall.” “He’s an idiot,” said, [ ]. And I said, “So agreed my father.” “Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. My mother, not to mince words, is a gross slut, and I want nothing to do with a woman with such a countenance,” he actually said. “Cool,” I said. “I made a mistake. He had asked me for marriage, but I failed to wait for my father’s approval.” “Oh. Will you marry me?” he said. “Yes, please,” I said. And he smiled. “Good.” We will ask your father tonight, please?” sort of as a question. “Wonderful! Wondrous!” “Oh, you’re happy,” said he. “Yes,” I said. And, almost speaking for my father, I said, “Great.” The rest is history. Now for my question. I kept my legs closed in school. Why couldn’t you do the same?’

‘My [ ]’s a total spaz. He’s a dick. He said “Don’t get pregnant.” He became slightly violent with a boyfriend. I think when someone is out of control, the message is lost.’

‘Why?’

‘I have to ask, Did your father look at you with love in his eyes?’

‘Oh, yes. Oh. Did he reject you?’

Over and over and over again, says God. She doesn’t remember at all. Her life, [ ], was a fucking, fuck, joke, a, and I am God, a fucking, fuck, joke, and he was the author of her, along with her lovely, love. ly. [ ], fucking demise. The. author, the. author. So, when he said, “Don’t get pregnant, and she was sucking dick, she said, in all honesty--

'Was she really that stupid?’

‘Yes. That is what he said, idiot, stupid, man, and she thought his concern was pregnancy, not virtue, not, virtue, at, all. In fact, when he muscled her current, then, boyfriend, out of the house.’

‘You almost perjured him, NOT PERjured him, libel is not right, either. Not. She doesn’t know. You almost did. Oh, you have. Oh, your [ ] is a pedophile, by name, on, where? Tumblr and Facebook, in a private message, message they are called, I’m being, because I’m perfect, nearly, funny, with my bad syntax. Mess. en. ger. Messages. READ about the law. You SAID you could study the law as well as anybody else. Not case law, did you realize about that, syntax again, being funny.’

‘No.’

‘No. Just say no. Don’t say you don’t remember when it was, most likely, a no. Funny, right. She doesn’t, [ ], fucking, know anything. She’s a bad sexologist.’

She’s brilliant says God.

‘Oh, since, fucking, I don’t say “fuck,” I don’t swear, when?’

Don’t swear at me. She is. She is. She is.

‘Oh, I see, God. Oh, I, see.’

Don’t use syntax with me, or intonation, or even. punctuation. She is, fucking, bona fide, a brilliant--

‘Woman.’

--person.

‘Oh, she’s a person. Not a woman.’

Don’t be sarcastic with me. Don’t [ ], be MORE sarcastic to Loraine. She has had enough of that in her long life.

‘But she’s dumb.’

She’s brilliant. The message wasn’t lost, was. it. Loraine?

‘No.’

‘Why,’ says [ ]’s father, ‘when he muscled your boyfriend out, and nearly shot you for riding on his motorcycle, allow you to suck his fucken dick? Why? It makes no sense.’

She concluded that men who got laid, and it started, it started, with his generation, the free love generation, had more sympathy for the suitors, than for their own daughters, says God.

‘Smart. I didn’t. But he did. Why?’

He got laid more than you, he did. Answer your fucking phone, Loraine. Maybe it’s those three, say it, idiots, wanting your stupid, cheap, idiot, mouth again. And it’s too late, and that will please you, so tell them you have another appointment now, and then you’re doing laundry, and that will show, them. FUCK them, Loraine, they are still. jacking. with. you. because. they. can. FUCK them. Nine inch dick. And his is bullshit too. DO it. DON’T say Yes, God.

‘How did he get, little man, laid so much. I wasn’t trying. I was stud-y-ing. Yes. Like a good little boy. And who did he, prey tell, lay, God?’

A future Teamster. Loraine does. not. care, she doesn’t. He fucked and fucked and fucked, he did, Loraine, anyone, anytime, so his daughter, such as she is, was just another piece of shit to be fucked, by, men. Fucked. He expected it. He thought, and this is what. he. thought, the best, the absolute best I can hope for is not to be a fucking babysitter. And that’s what he set out to do. Take care of his own, fucking, self. And, at forty, when she wanted, again, to try and have a baby, with a client, the great, and he was great, a great thing to happen to her was Buzz. And he is famous for being the only man, besides one, smaller, in every way, one, to be nice to the great Loraine Laney, the ONly one. It.

Lord Byng--

‘Oh, Lord Byng.’

--was an excellent school for laying people, excellent, and he stuck his dick in every slut in pants, and they were, in, pants at the time, not the least of which was her [ ], seriously, Loraine, pathetic, Loraine, no her erstwhile, present though, friends, had, no, fucking, idea. None. They got you, Loraine, all of them, she got them, ALL. OF. THEM. ALL, Loraine.

God is continuing on here, I am, Loraine, continuing on, she, was a fuck. job, a fuck job. And she continues to be. You know, there, what happened recently, without mentioning exactly what it was, and even you will forget, and nobody will know, nobody will realize exactly what, who, yes, but what? No. What I am TALKing about, nobody, someone will, and that is who, whom, who, kidding it is, who told her own brother, so now she will know for sure, to tell his own daughter, to stop, to STOP, BEING, a slut, Dad. While her brother was a virgin because he had a little acne. Her [ ] was a gross, lording, proud--

‘Slut?’

No, virgin too. For awhile, until he managed to bring himself to use one, poor, put upon, girl, an ugly one at that, while he was almost beautiful. She paid, Loraine, she will know too, you bet she did, you bet she did, you bet she did. SHE was a slut too, for losing her virginity to him, him, Loraine, one, man. One.

Let’s do that. “Any port in a storm,” was his great contribution to Loraine’s self esteem, great.

‘But she’s a slut, it’s like that. She’ll take money from anyone. To do it. That’s what hookers do.’

Right, brilliant, Dad, for your own part, who doesn’t know any hookers, but, despite all the murders, while they are alive, are a damn sight happier than sluts, ten dollar hooker that she was, Loraine, she was slut happy, ie. not happy at all, peeling guys off her for a ten dollar bill. Loraine couldn’t be, couldn’t even BE a hooker, she was so worried for her safety--

‘What safety?’

Her physical, fucking, safety, for example, because you want one, she was scared, terrified actually, to fuck more than one man a day. Hookers fuck all day, that is what they do, that is it. No, she didn’t not tell, she was scared is all. And, when she got a disease, she would cease and desist. She had the mild albeit, presence of mind to take a tiny massage course, and she practiced that throughout the herpes they told her, warts. That will be good for business. Excellent. You need a break anyway. She had warts. Which, that bitch knew. And when the trich smelled, twice, from a toilet actually, and the great [ ], thank you, whose [ ] was a shrew, once. No, twice altogether. She would, cease, and, desist. And then she wouldn’t do anybody. Bore. Nothing. Hand jobs which hurt her vagina, her urethra, actually, bent it, from all the angry hands because she wouldn’t have sex, and, for a time, yes, she made some bad business decisions, yes, he was one.

‘Oh, the great [ ].’

Was a little annoyed about one thousand dollars. Did he have it? Yes. Did he lie about it? Yes.

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ponticle · 8 years ago

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Day 1: Seminar, Day 2, Morning [Anderstair, 9-day-challenge]

[Masterpost]

[Read it on Ao3]

Chapter Summary: Anders wakes up the next morning after his encounter with Alistair. Things are more complicated than he originally believed. Rated M: angst, adult themes.

Seminar, Day 2: Morning

From 2am on, I wake up every twenty minutes—sweaty and confused from more nightmares than I'm able to count. Every time I’m coherent enough to understand where I am, I find myself thinking about Alistair. It isn't pleasant, even though the sex we just had was great. Instead, it's a self-effacing litany of anxiety and regret.

I think about calling him a hundred times, but I don't. Somehow, I make it to 6am without losing my mind. My shower is cursory and I can't figure out what to wear. On the off-chance that I see Alistair again—it seems unbelievably unlikely at this point—I want to look hot… I just can't remember how.

After 4 outfit changes, I realize I'm late and sigh at myself in the mirror.

“Well, Andy… this will have to do…” I say aloud.

Great. This is what a sane person does.

When I do see Alistair, I’m instantly sweaty. After what happened last night, I can’t believe he hasn’t left the conference early.

“Hey,” he smiles. He’s sitting at the same table we occupied yesterday morning.

“Hi,” I brush a hand through my hair and drop my books. “How are you?”

He raises an eyebrow, “Kind of sore… you?”

I almost choke.

“But I’m doing great,” he bites his bottom lip.

“Me too…” I smile. “Can I get you a coffee?” I notice his cup is empty.

“I’m set, actually—I’m going to be vibrating if I have more caffeine,” he laughs.

It is taking all my willpower to not straddle him in that chair and shove my tongue in his mouth.

“So where are you going today?” he asks.

I’m still lost in my thoughts, so I make a face.

“...which session?” he adds.

“Oh,” I laugh awkwardly, “I’m going to McKenzie Method for the Cervical Spine.”

“Me too,” his eyes light up.

“Then, can I walk you?” I ask.

“Yeah; you can be my partner, too,” he offers.

I know he means ‘for the purposes of demonstration and practice,’ but my breath catches at that word.

“Okay,” I smile.

We slide into chairs in the third row on the end and wait while the classroom fills in. I spend some time re-arranging my notebooks and pens. I have an outline of the upcoming lecture already printed for note-taking purposes. I pretend to be highly interested in it.

“After the sessions today,” he leans in and whispers, “I’d really like to have dinner with you.”

I turn to look at him. My face must look like a mask. “Why?”

His brow furrows. He opens his mouth like he’s going to explain himself once and for all, but he doesn’t manage to get anything out because the presenter flicks off the house lights so we can see her powerpoint and starts talking.

Damn it.

Alistair writes something on a shred of paper and passes it to me across the desk—like we’re in middle school.

Alistair: did you get my texts last night?

I’m not sure how to respond. I think I have to stick with the ‘I fell asleep’ story. I write back to him surreptitiously.

Anders: I got them this morning. I pretty much passed out after you left.

Alistair: I’m not surprised… you were amazing.

He has circled the word ‘amazing’ twice.

Anders: so were you.

I’m blushing. I’m so glad the lighting is low.

Alistair: I was still thinking about you late into the night, though…

I look up at him and raise an eyebrow. Does that mean what I think it means?

He nods.

Something pulls tight in my guts.

Alistair: so about dinner?

I don’t know what has come over me. I want him so much, it’s painful.

Anders: okay… and then?

Alistair smirks as he writes back.

Alistair: we’ll see… it depends how long I can control myself…

The shiver that follows goes straight to my groin. Fuck. I shift uncomfortably in my chair and try not to make a sound as his fingers graze my thigh below the desk.

Instead of doing something obscene, though, he just grabs onto my knee and squeezes it—as if we’re a regular couple; as if nothing bad ever happened that ruined us.

I don't move away, but I resign myself to taking notes for the rest of the session.

Half way through the lecture, there’s a break. I’m about to ask him to explain himself, when someone I know sits down on his other side. It's Dorian.

“Hey there,” he says to Alistair.

“Hi,” Alistair smiles.

Dorian looks up at me, recognition dawning, “Hi, Anders. Have you graduated already?” he jokes.

I laugh nervously, “Not quite…” Then I get curious—and I'm braver now that I once was, “What are you doing here?”

He laughs deeply, “Avoiding my daughter.”

I squint at him. I have no idea what he means. Alistair rolls his eyes at Dorian and turns to me.

“He's left Cullen at home to deal with their baby…” he explains.

They have a baby? Oh my god, that's adorable.

“How old is she?” I ask.

Dorian grabs his phone and flips to a picture of Cullen kissing a toddler’s cheek. “That’s little Mia—we named her after Cullen’s sister… She's 18 months old… she came to live with us four months ago…” He is beaming with pride.

“Congratulations,” I smile. When he goes to put his phone away and pull out his reading glasses, I notice he's wearing a ring.

They're married.

The phone suddenly buzzes just before it reaches his pocket. It’s a facetime call. Cullen’s face is splashed across the screen.

“Do you think we have a minute?” Dorian asks Alistair.

Alistair nods.

“Hey, Babe,” says Dorian. He moves the phone up until his portrait in the upper right corner looks picture-perfect.

“Hi,” says Cullen. I can hear a small child—presumably Mia—crying in the background.

“How’s everything going?” asks Dorian. I realize I’m looking over his shoulder at the screen pretty obviously. It might be considered nosy...but he’s the one having a private conversation out loud in the middle of a crowded lecture hall.

“Going okay…” answers Cullen. “Mia really misses you.”

Watching Cullen’s expressions, I’m conflicted: I still sort of hate him, but he seems softer. And… now that I’m doing whatever I’m doing with Alistair—I can’t exactly cast the first stone where cheating is concerned. I know about Icis and I’m doing it anyway—just like Cullen knew about me.

“Say hi to Alistair and Anders,” says Dorian. He shoves the phone into our faces. I wave and smile stupidly.

“Hi Al,” says Cullen. “Hello, Anders—have you graduated already?” he laughs.

“I already used that joke,” laughs Dorian, pulling the phone back in front of his face. “He’s in 3rd year… I think?” He shrugs at me.

I nod. “Third year.”

“Good for you, Anders,” says Cullen. He can’t see me, but I can see him—he genuinely looks happy for me.

“All right, I think we’re starting up again soon,” says Dorian.

“Okay…” Cullen clicks his tongue. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” says Dorian. He’s trying to sound dismissive, but his cheeks turn pink. I remember that internal struggle between being ‘too sappy’ and being honest. I remember what it feels like to be in love.

The class resumes not long afterward. The question of why Dorian is here still hasn't been answered, since this isn't remotely related to what he does, but I like being in class with him. He is great at making snide comments—and this presenter deserves them. On the whole, it's a terrible class.

“Well, that's three hours of my life I'll never get back,” announces Alistair when we've packed up.

Dorian and I laugh and shoulder our bags.

“Where are you headed next, Anders?” asks Dorian.

“I'm not sure—where are you going?”

“Dorian and I have to go to a presenters’ meeting during the next block…” explains Alistair.

I don't mean for it to happen, but I feel my face fall.

Alistair catches it. He reaches out to put a hand on my shoulder, “I'll meet up with you later, though, okay?”

I smile, despite myself, and wave goodbye to the two of them as they head off in the opposite direction.

Once they turn the corner, I frantically text the group.

Anders: HEEEELLLLPPPPP!!!

Hawke: what’s the matter?

Anders: I keep flirting with him. I can’t stop. I’m a maniac.

Merrill: why are you doing this to yourself?

Isabela: leave Andy alone—maybe this is what he needs.

Fenris: I doubt that.

Isabela: judgy-judgy.

Hawke: I think Andy can do whatever he wants… but I don’t think he’s going to want the consequences of this.

Anders: you’re probably right.

I wait a tick—there are so many thoughts swirling around in my head, I can’t seem to get them organized.

Anders: Dorian is here too…

Hawke: oh yeah?

I laugh. I guess this might not seem like a totally weird occurrence to them—they probably don’t know how different our specialities are.

Anders: yeah… and guys… he’s married—with a kid.

Merrill: really? That’s so nice.

Hawke: I think so too… [heart]

I laugh. Hawke is buttering her up, because I know they’re thinking about kids themselves.

Isabela: is Cullen there?

Anders: no. he’s home with their daughter… we facetimed with him.

Merrill: really? What was that like?

Anders: Actually kind of nice… he seems really happy. I still kind of want to murder him, though.

Isabela: well, that’s normal. Lol

Merrill: hate to ask this but…. is Icis there? She’s a doctor too, right?

I’m pretty sure she isn’t here. Alistair’s behavior certainly makes it seem like she isn’t, but now I’m not so sure.

Anders: I fucking hope not.

#anderstair #anders x alistair #rare pair #dragon age #dragon age fanfic #fanfic #anders #alistair theirin #modern au

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Lesbian Live Cams Literotica live adult webcams for iPhone, iPod, iPad & Android! Group SexPam's Carabobo Battle Holiday Pam's Carabobo Battle Holiday bykcamal© Our latest escapade is a little bit of a continuation from one of my wife's previous indiscretions, I'm not sure what else to call them. Things had been extremely well at my job, especially after Carl's last "party". I had got an increase and my first bonus from the six months we had the account "I" secured with Philippe and Jorge's company was equal to about 3 months' pay. Things had become normal and low key at work, except Carl mentioned several times that I should probably visit more frequently with Philippe and Jorge to make sure things were good. I usually spoke directly to the manufacturing supervisor but took it upon my self to make special calls to the two of them. Both of them were very businesslike but Philippe in particular mentioned several times that I probably needed to make a site visit so I had a better understanding of their needs. I discounted the comments because I had increased my conversations with Andres the manufacturing supervisor and was making sure we delivered everything he needed two weeks before it was needed, or so I thought. There was a hiccup in one of our shipments and it was going to cause a stoppage in production or the substitute would have to be purchased local at many times our contracted price. We were able to make some local arrangements but Philippe voiced some concerns to my boss Carl. After several back and forth discussions Carl felt that it was important that we both go down to Venezuela to view production, meet with the workers and also show our committed devotion to our companies partnership. Carl also noted it would be good to bring my wife to show my dedication. I was taken aback and told Carl I would not ask Pam to make the trip. Carl said he felt it was important and he would pay for us to go to Isla Margarita off the coast after our meetings. I questioned his sincerity and his reasons, but he just noted it was all business and he felt it was important for the contract. I told Carl I would have to talk to Pam before I could commit to her participation. No more than 30 minutes after our meeting Carl came to me and said he had spoken to Philippe who thought a visit would be a good idea. He also told Carl that the very next week might be a good opportunity, there was a national holiday on Friday; the end of June. We could come down early enough to spend the day at the factory on Thursday and then attend a small company gathering on Friday before our return. He noted he did not tell Philippe Pam would be attending but he again stressed he thought it would be a good gesture. He also said he would need a response that afternoon because of the short time before the dates and setting up the trip or trips if Pam was going to come. It was already around 2 so I needed to ask my wife fairly quickly. I hemmed and hawed for a short while about how to propose the trip, then decided just to let her make the decision. I called my wife and let her know I had to go to the factory the next week. She didn't say much and I added Carl said she could attend and then the two of us could spend a couple of days at a resort island if she wanted to attend. I had not even got to the question about if she wanted to attend and she had already blurted out "that sounds like fun!" I told her i would let Carl know and give her more details that night. Before I left for the day Carl had got our reservations in place. We were to fly out Wednesday afternoon, tour the factory Thursday, go to the reception Friday and Carl would return Saturday. Pam and I would fly out Saturday to stay at the Wyndam Isla Margarita and return on Wednesday. That next Wednesday we met Carl at the airport. The flight was a direct flight and we arrived before sundown. We were staying in town and were to leave early the next morning to make it to the factory by 9 am. Carl told my wife it would probably be better if she stayed at the hotel and local shops because the factory was not in the best location. It alleviated my concerns about her purpose on the trip and we separated we me to meet Carl in the morning. Thursday was a hectic day. After we met with Philippe and Jorge; Andres took us on a two hour tour of the facility and I was able to learn about their hardships and got some good ideas on making sure we did not have supply problems in the future. After a quick lunch we met with the remainder of the crew and Andres took us on a local tour explaining their processes, local suppliers. We met with Philippe at the end and did not make it back to town until almost 7. One item did strike me as strange Philippe acted unusual, almost exuberant when it was mentioned my wife would attending with us at the festivities in the morning. Pam was bored when we got back having spent mostly of the day in the room, afraid to venture far alone. She had me shower quickly and we went just around the corner for diner and some drinks. Carl got us from the room the next morning and we taxied to what ended up being a huge country club type location just outside of town. The place was large, had condo or apartments to the side and villas along the golf course. It was a sprawling complex and took us a little while to find Philippe and his group. They were set off behind but slightly to the side of the main club, in a smaller fenced off area with it's own small pool and jacuzzi. There were palm trees all along the fence blocking most of the view from the club but it was still visible. As I looked around there were a couple of guys grilling some food and a makeshift bar with one of the workers tending. I saw Andres from the day before and said a quick hi, introducing my wife. During the introductions I realized my wife was the only female in the group. Some of the guys were wearing cabana type shirts but the majority we just in their bathing suits Philippe came up to us and gave my wife a big hug and told Carl and I he wanted to have a short meeting before we enjoyed the food. Andres chimed in that he would keep my wife entertained and teach her how to play Sapo. Carl and I met with Philippe and Jorge for about 30 minutes in one of the rooms inside. When we went back to the private area I realized the sundress my wife had worn was short and thin. The weather was not as hot as Texas but being so close to the coast it was humid. The weather was causing my wife to perspire and her dress to cling to her body with the dampness making her bra and panties show. I also figured out Sapo was a drinking game. The setup was similar to the corn hole boards but had numerous holes in the board and a metal frog with it's mouth open on the back. There were two players per team and each player had three metal washer type rings to throw at the opposing board. If the team throwing the rings do not get a ring in one of the many holes or into the frog they must take a shot. If the team throwing gets a ring in the frogs moth the opposing team must finish a beer. Based on my wife's demeanor and her dress it looked like she had been losing and drinking a lot. I thought I would try and save her but she said she was having a good time and that she wanted to win at least one game. I went over to grab some food and a drink and started talking to some guys. It must have been 20-30 minutes later when I heard a small ruckus. My wife was the center of attention as her dress was essentially transparent to the point her dark pubic area was showing through her sheer panties. The guys were prodding her to hop into the Jacuzzi to cool down but she kept saying she did not have a bathing suit. Her team mate at Sapo; Andres said in broken english "podemos ver chonies" "panities" "sácate la ropa". Philippe broke in; he says we can already see your underwear just take off your dress to swim. Pam looked over to me and I just shrugged my shoulders. The alcohol must have told her that meant okay and she quickly dropped her dress and a got into the bubbling water squeezing between the four guys. They continued to drink when one of the guys told Pam it was her turn to bring drinks. My wife was now feeling no pain so she hopped out of the water to fetch the drinks and her dark bush was clearly on display through her wet sheer cotton panties. The atmosphere was spirited as my wife returned with the drinks and squeezed between between the guys making it hard for her to get in the water. We could all make make out the outlines of her nipples which were already hard with excitement and see her pussy hair under the material made transparent by the water. At that point I was certain Pam knew it as well but no longer appeared to care. While the rest of us we talking and eating the group in the Jacuzzi was getting animated. Several of the guys would jokingly pull at her bra straps as she playfully slapped their hands away. I blurted out "Honey, why don't you take your top off?" My wife looked at me as if to say are you mad when Philippe piped in "Everybody can already tell what you look like under your bra. And I say you've got nothing to be ashamed of." The guys in the Jacuzzi were giving her a hard time, splashing her and she was reciprocating as I sauntered over behind her. I bent down and quickly slid my fingers under the rear strap and flicked the clasp to release the strap. Pam just sat there with a smile frozen on her face and cupping her boobs trying to hold up the small amount of fabric covering her nipples with her hands. Here I was undoing my wife's bra in front of four strange guys we had just met, I'm not sure what I was thinking... I went back to drinking with the other group but kept peeking back at the Jacuzzi. Pam had given up trying to hold the last bit of cover as the guys appeared to be poking her. My wife's tits looked great just bouncing around free in the water, so inviting as water trickled over her soft skin. I also moved behind the back of a chair to conceal the rock hard cock making a tent in my pants. Before long the group in the water started playing some semblance of a drinking version of truth or dare. The only difference seemed that the dare inevitably was to have my wife sitting on each guys lap. Carlos was first; "venir a sentarse en mi regazo, c'mon" as he motioned her to his lap. Before Pam could look at me for approval, he grabbed her by the hand and slowly pulled my reluctant wife over and onto his lap. The rest of us just watched, we knew what he was trying to do but in her state Pam just appeared to be having fun. Carlos began playing with her tits with one hand and his other hand was moving under the water, I'm sure he was trying to work his hand between her legs. I was glad Pam still had her panties on, because I wasn't sure she wanted things to go further, already topless between four strangers in the Jacuzzi in the middle of the day. I went back to talking for a couple of minutes as my wife was passed between the guys. When I looked back she had made full circle and was back in Carlos lap. He was moving my wife in his lap as he had a hold of one tit in each hand. I did a double take because when I looked at Carlos I thought I could see his bathing suit and my wife's panties behind him on the deck. We couldn't see under the bubbles, but my wife looked relaxed with her back against his chest and her eyes closed. By this time there was not much I could do, I could see that she was already enjoying whatever it was Carlos was doing to her. My wife's head turned to the side and her mouth and eyes opened and when I looked directly into her eyes and knew that Carlos had his cock inside her. She was sitting higher in his lap with her back arched to his chest as her body was being penetrated under the surface of the water. She close her eyes again when her body began bob slowly up and down, Carlos not only had his cock in my wife he was starting to fuck her. After just a couple of minutes he was getting more aggressive with Pam, talking dirty to her "Dile you esposa what I'm doing puta, C'mon, tell him" over and over. Until my wife whimpered "He's got his big cock inside me me dear... uunnnngh... Carlos is fucking me sooo goooood... uunnnnnnnghhh." Carlos got a painful expression on his face as he put one arm under each of my wife's thighs to lift her out of the water and spread her legs to show everyone his big cock thrusting in and out of my wife's hairy cunt. He shifted her pelvis upwards and even turned his body to make sure everyone could have a better view of Pam's vertical slit being penetrated by his thick brown pipe. Then he sank back into the water and grabbed her tits as he thrust in and out of her pussy with more determination. Suddenly Carlos grunted loudly, his body jerking and we all knew that he was filling my wife with his seed. I watched as Pam's eyes went wide when she realized what she had started. She kind of looked around at all the men in the tub and for the first time I think she realized what was happening, and what was yet to come. Temporarily satisfied, Carlos pulled Pam off his softening prick as the stout guy next to him; Jesse said "mi proxima" and he lifted Pam to his lap. "Open concha... la muy puta" he growled. I'm not sure she understood but like a submissive slut in heat, my wife obeyed. Philippe looked at me with telling eyes and said "watch a real man fuck your wife." Jesse pulled my wife to his lap sideways and proceeded to give her a big kiss and his hands working under the water. As he continued it looked like his tongue was trying to find her throat... then he moved her from his lap to so he could sit on the edge of the Jacuzzi. As he sat in front of my wife, she just gazed at his cock. He was uncircumcised and still soft but his cock was more than 6 inches long and that was the least impressive factor. The girth was already thicker than her wrist and there was an inflated bulbous knob hiding under the end of the foreskin; it looked the size and shape of a pear. My wife reached for his cock but could not put her hand around the enormous appendage. Pam slowly worked the length of his cock as she slowly brought up her other hand and continued to gently rub his cock. She tried to touch her fingers to close around the head like she was measuring the size. I asked her if she thought she could even get that into her mouth and she responded that she was not sure, but she'd like to try. She quickly dropped her head to his cock and began licking up and down his thick shaft. After a few minutes of this his helmet was peaking out from the end of his foreskin. Pam licked the tip and she inserted the crown of his cock head to her lips and licked it with her tongue. As she continued to work on Jesse's cock she pulled back the foreskin and looked like she was trying to put a fist in her mouth. Jesse was getting a little anxious and put his hands around the back of her head to speed up the process. He was finally able to get the bell end of his cock head into her mouth with her lips on the beginning of his shaft when he started to slowly pump his hips. My wife held her hand against his pelvis to slow him but he was now able to get the head and at least and inch of the shaft in her mouth. Her lips looked stretched obscenely like she was skewered on the end of his deformity. Jesse pulled his cock out of her mouth and lifted my wife onto the edge of the Jacuzzi. He laid Pam back onto the deck and lifted to spread he legs. She looked me in the eyes and said "I need to feel him inside me". I just smiled and said "don't stretch her too much". With that Jesse grinned as he dropped his cock head to her pussy entrance. Right away he met resistance. Even though she had just been fucked the head of his cock would not part her labia to enter her cunt. He pulled back; stuck two, then three, then four fingers into her slit to massage her opening and pulled out some of Carlos cum. He did this several times and applied it to his cock until it looked like a glistening anaconda. He moved back between her legs and pushed the head of his cock to Pam's pussy lips. This time he used one hand to grip his shaft and help push. Pam was making moaning noises as the head of his cock was distorting her lower lips. My wife got louder as he pushed harder causing her female gash to slowly dilate and the head of his cock plopped into her cunt. My wife must have liked it because all she said was "ohh shit" and started moaning even more. Over the next five or ten minutes I watched as he slowly worked his monster cock in and out of Pam's tight pussy each time getting a little deeper. She was able to take in all but about an inch of his cock. He was very gentle and respectful with his movements, as he'd slowly pull his monster cock almost all the way out so you could see backside of the mushroom head before slowing sliding it back deep into her pussy. Jesse looked at me and commented that my wife not only had an exceptional body, but that her pussy was so nice and tight too. Jesse stopped the thrusts and instead starting gently rubbing her tits. Pam sensed he stopped and begged him to keep fucking her. Since he didn't responded, she decided to take a different approach and put her legs behind Jesse's hips and began aggressively moving her body to try and fuck his cock. He stayed motionless for several minutes as my wife was getting frustrated, then lifted her gently off the deck while rotating their bodies so he could lay down on to his back with Pam on top of him still having his cock buried deep inside her. My wife seemed to enjoy that she was now in complete control of the movements. Pam was worked up and quickly started fucking his cock at a very fast speed. She was now bouncing her ass against his pelvis taking his whole cock inside her womb. My wife's reaction was one of pure ecstasy as she threw her head back and started bouncing her body as hard as she could. Pam was rhythmically grunting as I could tell she was about to have an orgasm. Jesse pulled her to his chest, grabbed her ass, looked at me and asked if I were ready for him to fill this slut with his seed. I nodded and he shifted his hands to her hips so he had more control of her body's movements. He began thrusting upward as her body was convulsing from pleasure. That caused him to increase his pace and ground her pelvis onto his cock for several minutes. Pam was in a continuous orgasm as Jesse announced he was going to fill my wife's pussy with his cum. He pulled at her hips like he was trying join their bodies his torso jerking as he was yelling "aaagggh, aaaagh, aaaaghhhh... " pumping his sperm into my wife. The next guy quickly replaced Jesse's cock with his own, he wasn't fucking her long before he needed to cum. He had only pumped her for only about a minute then pulled out and and climbed out toward her mouth. He quickly grabbed my wife's head with one hand hand and held her in position while he furiously jerked on his cock with the other. He was calling her names as squirted his first discharge into her mouth then pulled away and pumped at least 10 more spurts of his creamy white paste on her her face and chest. I looked at Carl and at that moment I realized that things were way past the point of no return, so I sat back and enjoyed the show. I could tell a couple of the guys next to me were also enjoying Pam's performance because they were visibly stroking their cocks. I was so horny, and I wanted to see this so bad that I did nothing to stop it. There was my pretty wife being totally used by these guys for their sexual pleasure, it was such a hot sight. Raul was next, he was rough, pushing his fingers into her cunt next to his fat brown cock. Pam was moaning as Jorge and Andres pulled her legs wide apart in order to give his buddy better access to my wife's piss-hole. Raul pulled her hair with his fist, and sucked her tits hard as he fucked her roughly. I watched as he repeatedly pounded her pussy like an animal in heat. Her wet pubic hairs tangling with his when suddenly he yelled out, "follar mi... esperma" as Philippe yelled "hold the bitch open for him!". Report Story bykcamal© 0 comments/ 45961 views/ 32 favorites Share The Love Report A Bug Submit bug report Next2 Pages:12 Spin! Cam Spinner Spin out a random and live webcam! Reload cams Login or Sign Up StoriesPoemsStory Series Tags PortalChatForum Adult StoreMoviesWebcams Mobile VersionFAQSearch English|Spanish|German|French|Dutch|Other languages All contents © Copyright 1998-2012. Literotica is a trademark. No part may be reproduced in any form without explicit written permission. Terms Of Services|Report A Problem|Privacy

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