#f2f:001

[switchhummel]

F2F || Henri & Kurt (02/12)

(based on this:)

Kurt was about to close up at the book shop when he started talking to Henri, the brand newcomer into town. He was curious about this new person, so he figured he could share a drink with him, while they get to know each other a bit more. Dressed in dark jeans, white shirt, a black coat on top, he made his way down the town's streets, which he knew well by now, and it wasn't long before he made it to the bar, and spotted the other man sitting there soon after. Really, it was hard to miss him.

"Hello, sir!" he said with a lively tone, offering his his hand out to shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you in person."

@domlaurant

[domivancarvalho]

Ivan scrunched his nose. "No, not yet at least. Maybe I'll try before we go, but I won't make any promises." He smiled at her and nodded. "Any time we spend is wonderful, really. Can't explain how happy they make me. It's silly, but very true." He looked at his watch. "I should probably head back to our room and make sure they eat lunch. They're probably playing around on the snow or something. You want to stay here, or would you like me to escort back to Sam's room?"

"Haven't hit the slopes yet, Sir?" she chuckled, finishing the last of her hot chocolate. "That would probably be the main adventure people would go on at a ski resort and all." She smiled with him, mostly out of politeness. "Sounds like a wonderful time, Sir."

[rossberry]

watch and learn | roman & ross

Ross huffed a shaky breath, settling at Roman’s feet once they found a good corner of the club to set up camp. Everything was dark, illuminated only by the occasional spotlight and red neon that gave the entire place a kinky atmosphere, aided, of course, by the plethora of BDSM equipment stocked all around them for people to use. It was a pretty exclusive establishment - one Roman only gained access to it thanks to his connections as a Lodge, so everyone there was vetted and up to their standards. That is to say, Roman’s standards. Tonight, Ross Berry had none. He was merely a toy, a worthless object to sit back and watch his Dominant act as the king everyone knew him to be, and Ross was more than content with that. Dressed in nothing but a black mesh crop top and a g-string that showcased his perfect ass and the cock-cage he wore that held his pathetic little dicklet back, Ross looked every bit the slave to his master. A few passing Dominants looked at him with interest, but one look from Roman, and they went scurrying. The submissives, however, only had eyes for Roman. In fact, every time one passed, Ross’ cock knocked against its cage just from the way they swooned over his man. “Sir, I think that one over there…the blonde one in the harness and booty shorts? - I think he’s actually drooling.” Ross remarked, giggling slightly, looking up at his Dominant to see if Roman would decide to take the submissive’s obvious invitation. @romanlodge

[owenepierce]

distraction | owen & maverick

With Sam and Violet busying themselves putting care packages together for everyone coming back from the field trip, Owen was in dire need of something or someone to preoccupy him. He wasn't a pro in the kitchen by any means, and he likely never would be. So, with Sam's permission, he descended from their penthouse to the Dominant's wing and found his way to Maverick Mason, the new, especially hunky, super-almost famous stud who had shown up pretty recently. He reckoned Maverick needed to be preoccupied, too, so in this way, Owen felt perfectly useful. He was doing what he was best at, anyway. Dressed in pale blue, tight-fitted jeans, and a light pink t-shirt, he knocked on the door and quickly got to his knees, a giddy little smirk gracing his features from the sheer anticipation of what the afternoon would have in store for him. @dommavmason

[veronicalodgeswitch]

let me teach ya | maverick & veronica

If there was one thing Veronica appreciated in a Dominant, it was clarity - and Maverick Mason, the hunky, B-List, heartthrob who'd just shown up, left her with no questions. She knew what he wanted when he wanted and how he wanted it, and Veronica was perfectly prepared to provide, assuming he kept impressing her at the rate he was. Veronica's long, silky black hair was pinned back to reveal a pretty, skimpy, lacy little black dress with matching high heels accentuating her long, tan legs. Finding Maverick's suite, Veronica eyed a nearby clock and was satisfied that she'd made it right on time. She wanted to be impressed, but perhaps even more than that, she wanted to impress, and punctuality was part of the package she knew she could deliver. Knocking on his door, she sat back on her heels and waited (not so) patiently for him to make his appearance. She braced herself. If he looked half as good as he did in photos, she knew she'd swoon embarrassingly easy...but then again, maybe that's what he wanted. He seemed the type to enjoy the attention... @dommavmason

[switchhummel]

The eye contact alone was making his skin to burn, but nothing felt better than the moment he finally shoved his cock down his throat. Hazel eyes opened wide as the strain from having that thick meat being pushed down his throat became evident. Like he promised, the Dom was giving it to him rough, and Kurt was more than determined on relish in every second of it. His lips stretched wide, his mouth finally full with his cock, the head pressed against the back of his throat. His felt his eyes watering, the corner of his lips dripping with the slick of his precum and his saliva mixed. He was starting to feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen, even if he tried his best to breathe though his nose, and he was loving every bit of it, and wasn't going to move or stop, until the other man told him too.

Maverick ran his hands through Kurt’s locks, pushing them back as he watched him undress him. “Gorgeous boy,” he complimented. Every slap of his thick cock onto the wet surface made him ache to be inside of his mouth. Keeping eye contact he smirked, hungrily, “If you want it so bad then take it,” he growled, not wasting any time pushing the back of Kurt’s head, his mouth already open, onto his member. “Suck my cock bitch,” He forced him down, feeling his tool hit the back of the other’s throat, wrapping it in drool. “You want it rough right? Keep going, just like that… all the way down.” He demanded.

[asherbaudelaire]

Closed Starter for @mayarparker Setting: The Morning After *****

This is not his phone.

It's the realization seeping far too slowly through his hungover, mildly dehydrated brain as he sits upright on the sofa where he'd passed out after getting home from yet another eventful night out a few hours ago. Asher blinks the groggy sleep from his eyes, head pounding as he turns the device over in his hand and tries to focus on the details. It's the same model as his phone; similar case, too. But this is not his phone. This is not his phone.

It buzzes again. Asher sits up a little more, pushing the tousled hair from his face as he tries to recall what drunken shenanigans last night might have led to such a predicament. He'd gone to that dive bar a few streets over after work. Not unusual. Shots were 2-for-1 on Thursdays. There was a woman partaking of the same, who had joked she could drink him under the table. That was how it started. Isn't it always? Somehow they had ended up in the bathroom together, and--Oh. His eyes go wide.

Oh...

"Fuck." Asher breathes, wincing as a flush of heat rises to his cheeks. Now he remembers. "Fuckin' Hell..." He feels the telltale churning in his stomach and reaches for the small garbage can he keeps beside the sofa, worried he's about to hurl. He's certain the nausea isn't only from the alcohol; this is not good. What if--were either of them sober enough to consider precautions? He doubts it. Fucking a stranger in a filthy bar bathroom is one thing. It happens. Potentially infecting an innocent woman with lycanthropy is entirely another. He doesn't even know her name. Panic sets in full-force, and Asher doubles over to retch into the garbage bin. There's a moment of clarity in the wake of it. They'd been in such a hurry as they scrambled to grab their things and go; the phones must have gotten mixed up...which means if he has her phone, then she has his.

Asher snatches the woman's phone off the cushion beside him and dials his own number. It rings, and rings, and rings, until finally he hears the receiver pick up the line.

"Hello?? Please don't hang up..."

[pennysylvester]

we learn to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts ➝ pogan.

TAGGING ➝ Penny Sylvester, Logan Clarington (@paramediclogan).

LOCATION ➝ Penny and Logan's house.

TIME FRAME ➝ 10/18, post-lockdown.

WARNINGS ➝ Allusions to NS*FW but not quite.

SUMMARY ➝ Penny and Logan are reunited after the lockdown, and it seems to ignite something in both of them [fade to black].

PENNY SYLVESTER

This past week had probably been the most confusing week of Penny's life—and, considering she'd recently found out her "adopted" brother was actually her kidnapped brother, that was saying something. She'd been thinking a lot about her situation lately, about her and Logan, and how she was sure this just wasn't working. She'd almost texted his sister before everything had gone down, asking if she'd hate her if she ended things with Logan. However, spending a week away from him, parts of it not even knowing if he was safe or not, had caused her to do plenty of rethinking, and she realized she was glad she'd never sent the text, and even more glad she hadn't told Logan exactly what she'd wanted to talk to him about. Penny didn't care about their house; she was glad it seemed to have suffered minimal damage, and that a smashed vase and toppled over items here and there were the worst of it. She didn't even care to pick them up, and simply found herself pacing back and forth by the door, waiting for Logan to walk in. It wasn't long before he did, but somehow it felt like she'd been waiting hours. He'd barely made it through the door before she reached up to catch his cheeks in the palms of her hands, stretching upward to press a needy kiss to his lips. "You're here. You're okay," she said as she pulled back only far enough to study his face, her hands finding their way to the back of his neck. The statement was a reassurance for herself more than for him. It was no secret she'd never particularly been Zoe's biggest fan, but ignoring her as she jumped up at her legs wasn't intentional, she was just too focused on Logan. Her eyes, which grew slightly watery, continued to stare into his, taking all of him in. She hadn't done this in so long, and she didn't realize until now just how much she'd missed him—long before the past week. "I hated not knowing if you were okay," she whispered, her fingertips brushing gently against the back of his neck. "I hated not being with you."

LOGAN CLARINGTON

Logan had known even before going into this crisis that there was something wrong in his marriage, whether he'd been willing to admit it or not, the fact that he was spending more and more time out of the house was not doing either him or Penny any favours. So when he'd gotten Penny's text about wanting to talk, his heart had sunk. She was feeling it too, and here he was proving his father right- he was unworthy of being called a man, undeserving of the woman in his life that had loved him through so much turmoil. In truth, at first Logan had thought of the lockdown as something of a lucky break, a stay of execution, but the longer that he had sat there, the more hours and days that had ticked past, the more he realised that this wasn't what he wanted, he didn't want to lose Penny, he had to fight for his marriage, and he had sworn that if they both came out of this okay, he would spend every day doing just that. The second he was given the all clear, Logan had practically sprinted home, Zoe running happily behind him. He loved her dearly, but the second she seemed to be slowing him down, he had picked her up rather than slowed down, not caring if he looked insane right now. Penny was waiting at home for him, and that was the only important thing. He set Zoe down as he fumbled with his keys before realising that with Penny already home, he didn't even need them. "Pen?! " He called the second he opened the door, heart pounding in his chest, "Pen are you-" The minute he heard her, Logan felt like his heart was going to explode and he ran forward to meet her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pressed his face into her hands, returning the kiss with as much urgency as he could muster, "I am, I'm okay, I'm right here, like always. Are you okay, are you hurt, are you...?" He studied her back as he trailed off, leaning down to rest his forehead against hers, eyes full of tears as Zoe went ignored for a moment. She could be fussed over again later, right now he just wanted to look at his wife. He let out a shaky breath as her fingers traced the back of his neck, tightening his grip on her waist, ensuring there was no space between them as he held her closer than he had done in far too long. "This was the worst week of my life." Logan mumbled, "And I've had some pretty crappy ones Pen, but this? Not knowing if you were okay, not being able to see you and talk to you properly? I never ever want to do that again."

PENNY SYLVESTER

"I'm fine," Penny promised, pressing a series of short, quick kisses to his lips as the moisture in her eyes began to spill over her lids. She couldn't remember the last time she'd wanted to kiss Logan as anything more than just obligatory greeting and goodbye kisses, but now she didn't want to stop, or she at least didn't want to stop being close to him. Her shoulders relaxed as his forehead pressed to hers. "I know," she whispered, gently nodding as her forehead remained resting softly against his. "But we're both here now, we're fine. Our house is fine. That crazy little nut is fine." She chuckled softly, motioning down to Zoe. Their families were fine; everybody and everything really was fine, and Penny was going to make sure things between them were more than just fine, too. Her arms wrapped around his neck, tightening to pull them impossibly closer. "I missed you," she murmured, tilting her face to press another, longer kiss to his lips this time. She'd missed him this past week, but she'd missed him much longer than that, too.

LOGAN CLARINGTON

Words couldn't express how relieved Logan was that Penny was okay, that he was looking at her, holding her for himself and had indisputable proof that she was just fine. In that moment, he didn't ever want to stop touching her, to stop having her lips on his. They had a lot to work on, that much was true, but right now that didn't matter, the only thing that mattered was that they were both here and they were both safe. "The house could have been a pile of rubble and I wouldn't care, as long as it meant that you were okay. Don't get me wrong, I'm really happy we still have a house, but... me, you and Zoe? That's all I need Pen." He hated seeing her cry, and raised a hand from her waist to gently brush them from his cheeks, laughing warmly as Zoe tried and failed to push between them, "Oh she's been making friends everywhere, don't worry about her." He took a long, deep breath and closed his eyes for a few moments, soaking in the feeling of Penny in his arms. They hadn't held each other like this in... god he didn't even know how long. Too long. "I missed you too." He mumbled as he leant into the kiss. Logan hadn't wanted to do this in a long time, not beyond the kisses that he felt like he had to give her, but now? He couldn't think of anything he wanted to do more.

PENNY SYLVESTER

With Logan standing right there in front of her, their bodies pressed so closely, so safely together, it was suddenly so easy to believe him, to believe that the three of them were all each other needed. It was a stark contrast to the way she'd felt for a long time now, but it was welcome, and she allowed herself a soft, sincere smile as she tilted her face into his touch. "I don't doubt it." She chuckled quietly as she glanced down towards their crazy dog, though her focus was soon on Logan again, on the way their lips seemed to fit together as perfectly as they always used to. It was easy for Penny to deepen the kiss, before she eventually pulled back just far enough to scan his face. "Can we go upstairs?" She asked in not much more than a whisper. Like kissing, she couldn't remember the last time either of them had initiated sex when it wasn't just obligatory 'we're in bed and we're married so we probably should' sex, but as she took all of him in, she knew she wanted even more. Without losing eye contact, she tightened her arms around him, then rephrased her question to more of a sure, strong statement. "Take me upstairs."

LOGAN CLARINGTON

He didn't know why he'd ever thought that there were problems in his marriage at that moment, with Penny nestled in his arms in that perfect way that she always had ever since they'd met. This was woman who had loved him through thick and thin, had cradled him during night terrors, talked him through his worst shifts, knew exactly how he felt about his parents and never judged him for it. And here she was, looking at him in that way that made him feel invincible, pressed into his touch, and suddenly it felt like they were going to be okay. That feeling only intensified as she kissed him, it felt like the first kiss in months... years even that felt like a true kiss, not simply a passing obligation but a complete and pure expression of love, the love that he had felt for her ever since the day he walked into her apartment to find her swatting at a smoke detector with a tea towel. Logan tried to chase her lips as she pulled away but her question stopped him in her tracks, his eyes meeting hers and wishing he was doing a better job of hiding his shock. "Upstairs?" He echoed, swallowing the lump in his throat. Sex was something he had been accidentally avoiding for a long time, beyond the "well we're both here, might as well" kind, but in that moment, all he wanted to do was take her to their bedroom and show her just how much he loved her. A smile tugged at his lips as the question turned into a statement, arms sweeping down her back and her legs until he was lifting her thighs in his hands and encouraging her legs to wrap around his waist. "Yes ma'am." He chuckled.

PENNY SYLVESTER

Logan's evident surprise at Penny's request-turned-instruction was warranted, all things considered. She'd surprised herself, in fact, but Logan didn't seem to be complaining, so Penny didn't regret it. If anything, his willingness only served to aid in turning her on—she hadn't felt this wanted in a long time, and she wasn't going to take the moment lightly. Wrapping her legs around him as he picked her up, Penny leaned in to press her lips to his momentarily, before beginning to trail kisses across his defined jaw and down to the warm skin of his neck. "You're gonna see just how much I missed you," she murmured between kisses. Penny didn't know how long this was going to last, but she was going to ride the wave for as long as possible. She only hoped Logan would allow himself to fully give in to her, too.

[puckjake]

how i met my sister ↔︎ puckersibs 2 & 4

Arriving to the ballroom on time, for once in his life, Jake was ready to hit that open bar first and foremost. While he had absolutely no problem mingling, and even loved it to an extent, he wasn't doing a mixer sober. Only an idiot wouldn't take advantage of free food and drinks, and while he did act like it here and there, he wasn't an idiot. The only thing standing between him and the whiskey he planned to kick things off with was a table full of name tags. It seemed like it may have been an optional thing, but considering the amount of people he was assuming he'd be interacting with at this event, the visual aid could come in handy.

Glancing through the names until he found his own, Jake's eyes widened. Right there on the same row as his own name tag was another one: Naomi Puckerman. He had known that he had siblings that were at PSU, but it wasn't like Gabe did his kids any favors and told them their siblings' names, what they looked like, ages, how many of them there were, etc. Why wouldn't this event offer a chance for an awkward run in? Jake was about to just grab his name tag and run off when he felt a body moving in next to him, and he almost choked when he saw which name she was reaching for. "Naomi?" He blurted out as if she hadn't just grabbed the corresponding tag with that name on it.. "H-hi. I'm uh.." When words failed him, he did the next best thing and picked up his own before showing it to her. "Guess we're related."

@naomi-puckerman

[submissivejberry]

When Joe felt the mild swift underneath him he immediately grabbed on the rail of the bed even harder, his head then immediately falling back in pure bliss when he felt Javi's strong, thick fingers sliding inside of him, working him open. The initial burn was quickly replaced with a stream of warmth that travelled up his spine, then clashed back down and made his cock twitch even harder. It took almost all his self-control not to give himself some friction with his hand, but he hadn't been told he could. Javi was in control, and he absolutely adored that, as much as he adored the man. He wished he could see Javi's face at that point, but the tone in his voice gave him the perfect picture. "As I love you... so fucking much..." He bit his lip down and whimpered softly. "Sir... Please let me touch you.. Let me worship you the way you deserve."

Javi hummed against Joe's skin, loving how he could feel the small, rolling motions of his hips. When he slid his tongue out of Joe's body, he quickly moved to replace it with his fingers, pumping them in and out, slowly spreading them. He dragged his tongue along the underside of Joe's cock before gazing up at him from beneath his lashes. "You look so stunning, Querido," he breathed, eagerly watching the emotions playing over his boyfriend's face. "Love you so much."

[marconavarro]

Closed Starter for @mayarparker Where: Downtown

***** "I moved here for a change," Marco tells himself, quietly voicing the words aloud like an affirmation as he picks his way down the sidewalk; dodging drunken revelers, groups of young people clamoring from one watering hole to the next, and even one fellow who had clearly had too much fun this evening and was sleeping it off in the middle of the walkway. For all its reputation as a charming, tranquil little mountain town, Greywood's downtown neighborhood is quite the happening place at night. It's unexpected, and the alchemist had not adequately prepared himself to stumble upon such a raucous setting. He was also not prepared for the woman who came suddenly barreling from the exit-door of a bar like a bat out of Hell, slamming into him with enough force to send them both toppling to the ground. "¡Ay, Dios mío! ¿Te hiciste daño?" Marco exclaims, scrambling back to his feet and hurriedly stooping back down to ensure the young woman is alright. He's not in Mexico City, he has to remind himself, repeating in English this time, "--Are you hurt? You're bleeding," he notes, holding up a hand to warn the crowd of curious onlookers to give them some space. "Here, let me help you up."

[kathrynsoutherland]

"Can I share that sandcastle mold with you? I have the round bucket, but I let a group of children borrow the rest of my sandcastle toys earlier and I haven't gotten them back." she shrugged. "I don't mind, but something about a fully rounded non-dimensional sandcastle doesn't spark my interest as much as the other ones." @xsylcuenco

[eloise-mccarthy]

with: open! location: tbh anywhere timeframe: morning, 8/9

"I have wonderful news, Sweet Pea," Eloise declared, a bright smile plastered to her face as she fell in step with the first person she saw. Did she know said person? Not exactly. But Eloise loved meeting new people, and she had no qualms with striking up conversations with strangers and hoping for the best. It worked out for her most of the time, although people have told her that was because she caught people so off guard that they didn't know how else to respond to her. That was fine. Kill 'em with enthusiastic kindness, as the kids say. (Okay, maybe sometimes that hurt her feelings just like, a tiny little bit, super duper tiny, to think that there were people who didn't like her. Not that she was expected to be liked all the time, but like... okay, maybe she did expect to be liked all the time. But she was friendly and cool and hot, and therefore the total package. Right?) I digress. "I was getting coffee and they made this dude's coffee wrong while I was there. And, like, it was an honest mistake, you know? So many people get shitty when baristas fuck up. I fuck up all the time. I'm not a barista, but I'm just saying that, like. Well, you know what I'm saying. Anyway, the guy was a total dick about it. So they remade his coffee and whatever, and then I swept in very heroically and booped that barista on the nose and reminded them that they were the bee's knees, so they gave me the fuck up coffee. I actually think they probably would've given it to me anyway so it didn't go to waste, but." Eloise shrugged, the gesture just as animated as her rambling. "Anyway. I have two coffees, now, and I was wondering if you wanted to hang out? I like your vibe. You can even choose which one you want. I've got a vanilla oat milk latte with like, a bunch of caramel drizzle because I'm a little hungover and I wanted it. And the guy got..." Squinting, she held the cup in the air to read the scribbles on the side. "Mm, this bad boy's a triple espresso." She sniffed near the lid. "Hint of cinnamon. Do either tickle your fancy?"

[switchhummel]

END SCENE.

Jamie watched Kurt fidget with his hair at one particular curl and the submissive knew there was always something to be said about one. Jamie normally managed with his and, worst case scenario, he'd cut it off it he grew annoyed with it. "Ready, Sir." He confirmed when the other asked and he followed the other as they moved, stopping when Kurt paused in the kitchen and offered him a juice box. "Thank you, Sir." Jamie said as he opened it and took a sip, the cold and sweet liquid actually hitting the spot. He sipped it slowly as they walked through the hallways back toward the submissive floors until they paused outside of Jamie's dorm. Jamie knew he'd had some worries that he'd not done as well as he normally did during scenes, so there was some relief with Kurt's words. "Thank you, Sir." Jamie said, smiling softly as the other pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Have a good night, Sir." He told him as Kurt headed away and then he turned to let himself into his dorm to settle in for the night.

[alex-washington-rackets]

The hunt for coffee

TAGGING ➝ Alex Washington, Bree Brown @blckbarbree

LOCATION ➝ PSU Cafateria

TIME FRAME ➝ 10/17 afternoon.

WARNINGS ➝ None.

SUMMARY ➝ Alex and Bree get to know eachother

Bree Brown

[follows him to coffee] So the rest of the questions, I am from LA so been here like my whole life, I am a mathematics doctoral student and a TA for Professor Delilah Rose, my favorite color is pink unless it's purple and I have no red flags, unless you count being damn near flawless a red flag.

Alex Washington

[whilst on the hunt for coffe at bree's admission Alex stops in shock] Your a mathematics doctora student [he repeats] What! So your like really cleaver! Should i be calling you Dr Bree? [Continuing on the hunt for caffeine] Honey i am obsessed with your confidence! These are the kinds of vibes i love. So what about your ex's? Is there anyone here? Spill the tea!

Bree Brown

Clever is certainly a word I would use to describe me, and not yet. I still have about two years left in my program and then Dr. Bree Brown PhD has a very nice ring to it. [smiles just thinking about it] Shockingly, I don't hate your whole thing either. Which, actually means something because most people exhaust me beyond belief. Well, he's not really my ex anymore, don't know if you saw the handsome man in the corner hunched over a phone, but that one is mine, Jake Puckerman.

Alex Washington

As you should! And i bet your gonna boss the next two years too. [Finally finding the coffee Alex sorts them out with some] Im gonna call you Dr Bree. It fits. [Sending her a wink] You know ive made a lot of wins today but winning your favour has got to be the top. How on earth are you surviving here with so many people if they exhaust you? [Alex asks in wonder] i mean i dont mind people but ive beem going stir crazy the last few days being cooped up inside. You mean to tell me that that all drink of water brooding in the courner is your man! Honey hes beautiful! well done! [Offering Bree a high five]

Bree Brown

[has never been more excited to see coffee in her entire life] You can literally call me whatever you want now that you've found coffee. Although, I do like Dr. Bree, so that definitely has my stamp of approval. [quite frankly, she's lapping up this attention and it's feeding her soul] Oh, no, don't let the demeanor fool you, I am absolutely fourteen minutes away from chewing my way out of here, but I am trained not to o such things or indicate in any way with my body language that I feel anything less than perfect. [might have just realized it isn't people that exhaust her but rather the fact she has to put on a front every time she's around others, damn] I figured if I was going to be with a man I might as well be with one that looks good enough to compensate for the male fuckery I am sure to endure. And believe me, I have endured.

Alex Washington

[Alex laughed at her admission] Thats fair. I've always been of the mind of if you cant beat them join them. Its always kept me safe. But even i can admit that that can get pretty draining. I can totally see you knoring your way out with your sharp mouth. [Alex smiled at the crazy image. He admired Bree for her confidence. It was refeshing to meet someone who just told it like it was] Oh Dr Bree how did you train yourself to be perfect. I am anything but no amtter how hard i try. I will never be enough for my mother. [He thought ruefully on the amount of effort he had dedicated his life to his mothers approval.] Oh believe me women can casue just as much fuckery! I'm sorry to hear youve had to endure so much.

[rossberry]

challenge accepted | loganberry

Ross had been in the auditorium, as he usually was during the hot summer months. He detested the heat. Besides, it wasn't ideal for a singer to be subjected to it, anyway. So, he spent most of his days working through audition pieces, honing his craft - that was when he wasn't up in Logan's suite being dominated out of his mind. Which, it appeared, was what was next on his agenda. His cock, so well-trained at this point, barely twitched under his skimpy, plaid short-shorts. His lean little upper body was clad in nothing but a complimentary navy blue polo. If he could say so himself, he looked quite adorable. His cheeks were flushed by the end of his text conversation with Logan, and he wasted no time getting himself to Logan's suite. Once there, he knelt in front of the door and knocked, bowing his head properly and keeping it there - no matter how excited he was to look up at Logan and show him just how easy it'd be for Ross to get off on that sight alone. @domloganlodge