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echelonlab-blog · 7 years ago

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Interview with Hazeleyedleto

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Hazeleyedleto: https://hazeleyedleto.tumblr.com

Echelon Fiction (fanfic account): https://echelonfiction.tumblr.com

Your name: Monique

Link to your Masterlist: https://echelonfiction.tumblr.com/mystores What was your first experience with 30 Seconds to Mars? The Kill, when I was an 18-year-old, how amazing was your first time seeing the Kill? Your Favorite Mars song? Attack Has anything ever happened to you solely because of being a 30STM fan? I met my best friend <3 What is your favorite thing about the fandom? Your least favorite? Fav: no matter what I know there is always going to be a place where I fit in, I’ve never had that before Least: The bitches who think they're better than other bitches, and the daddy kink Is there any advice you would give to someone who is new to the fandom? We’re obsessive, protective but not all that bad, the bad eggs are few and far between but they are loud, try to ignore them How long have you been writing? 18 years. Why did you start writing? (Either in general or for Mars specifically) When I was 12, I had so much stationary that I didn’t know what to do with so I started one story. . . then another then another. Still, have too much stationary but am a writer so its okay Do you write for other fandoms? If so, which ones? Depends, I Like writing the Linkin Park guys and Bucky Barnes, but whatever inspires me really Do you share everything you write? If not, is there a reason why? Hmm, no. I only really share mars stuff, my non- fanfic stuff will be turned in to novels and my non-mars related stuff I don’t really have a platform to do so on. Have you written things that aren't fanfic? If so, could you tell us about those works? Many, my writing is 50/50 fanfic vs Fiction. My latest novel that I finished a couple of weeks ago ended about 85k words is about angels and demons and a prophecy that will either unite or destroy them all Of all your works, which is your favorite and why? Iridescent – (mentioned in above question) because it’s the novel that took over my whole life and kept me hostage until I wrote it from beginning to end rendering me with Stockholm syndrome to the point that I still miss them Stand Tall, They’ll Break Your Heart – first novel I ever finished. and Bright Lights – I’ve never had such a positive response from anything I’ve ever written and get yelled at because I don’t update often enough Is there one that was particularly difficult to write? Why? They’re all difficult to write. I write very emotionally driven novels, they can be draining as I take on the characters at such a personal level that I live what they tell me in a way, I’m crazy, ignore me. What is the ideal writing environment for you? At your desk? Quiet? Music? Anywhere anytime, I usually write sitting on my bed, but can literally write anywhere in any environment. Prefer loud music and a comfy place for my butt What type of fanfic are you most comfortable writing (drama, fluff, angst, drabbles, series, etc.) Mushy series filled with drama What is your favorite fanfic trope? I don’t know what that is but I THINK my answer is dramatic chicks being involved with music or rock bands Is there any trope or subject that you won't write? Daddy kink? Are there any special tools that you use when creating or writing your story? My fingers!? My stories are often inspired by songs or video clips or something like that J Do you write your story in order or do you jump around and then string it together at the end? Sometimes, especially with fanfictions. Like with Bright Lights (my biggest Mars fanfic) I have four future versions, but the reason I do that is to better understand them in the ‘bright lights’ version. Do you outline, or do a great deal of prep work or do you 'fly by the seat of your pants'? Up until my novels Attack and Iridescent I ALWAYS prided myself about being a pantser, but I really enjoyed being a planner for those two novels. How do you usually get your inspiration? Music and Video clips, sometimes dreams and other places. Do you have ideas on the drawing board or in progress currently that you haven't shared yet? Yeah, Beautiful Disaster, my bff would kill me if I wrote it though, but I have another one in the holster I am thinking about starting April 1st If you have an unpublished work in progress, please pick two to three sentences and share them without context. “Armani,” Stephanie smiled, “I trust you are well?” Mike looked between the two Angels as the embraced in a slight hug and a kiss in the cheek. Stephanie stepping back between him and Chester. “Of course,” Armani smiled. “I’m betting this isn’t a social call?” the other angel asked. “No, Armani, this is Chester and Mike,” she said pointing to the demon who owned the names. “I’ve come to make a request,” Stephanie said looking to Armani from under her eyebrows, trying to gauge her reaction. Her face was poised, it always was, but the mood in the room changed, it was now tension filled. Armani was no fool, she knew this angel was standing before her with two demons. “You will need to-” “I am a direct crown descendant ” Stephanie said. “You are also standing her with two demons,” “And you are breaking the rules,” “yeah but” “If I was willing I could turn you into ash, right now,” Stephanie pointed out. “and I would be in the right,” she told. Armani held her gaze. “now, are you going to follow the rules and grant me my appearance for request, or am I going to have to take care of things another way?” Stephanie’s lips curl upward Armani’s lip curled downward as she turned slightly. Do you like requests? Would you like more or less of them? I haven’t had any, but would be happy to take them. Is there an upcoming project from you that you are excited about? Why, and what can you share about it? I can’t wait to edit and Publish Iridescent The best piece of writing advice you've ever received? Can never pick just one Put your butt in a chair and your hands on the keyboard and something will happiness. Writer's block is just an excuse, write anything even the crap, it can always be changed later And, Aim to write every day, even just for 15mins per day, get in that habit and you will find you self-finding 5 mins or 10 mins slots more often then you realise The worst piece of writing advice you've ever received? I don’t know. Wasn’t important, was it? What piece of advice would you give to someone just starting to write fanfic? Give it ago, see how if feels, you don’t have to share it, just try. Three (stories, series, scenes, etc) written by others that you really like or that inspire you? Closer – partcually Tomo in this story, even though the whole story is fucking amazing and Black Fuel and Bikes @fyeahproudglambert Provihitofics had a story about camping, it was great she doesn’t fic no more tho

Are any of your characters closer to being “you” than others? Any reason in particular? Hmmmmm, yes I guess. The characters are all like different parts of me, Phoebe is an angry psycho which is a part I never get to express often, but there are parts of her that are not like me. Same with Helena being independent to some extent.

One thing about me is I like to find things I have in common with people, if I look hard enough, it could become obsessive.

Are any of your characters based on someone you know? Hmm a lot of my male characters look like rock stars if that counts. Are any of your plots based on something that happened to you? No, but one day Favorite font for writing? Don’t have one Do you have a 'day job'? If so, what? I am a student studying Bachelor of Social Science (psychology) with hopes to get good enough scores to get into Psychology. I am Also an Author and a qualified Mental health peer worker. Do you consider yourself a reader outside of fanfic? Yup, Your favorite book? Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson Your favorite things to do when you're not writing? What does ‘not writing’ mean? . . . nah I like to watch Safari live, see my niece and nephew, explore the wild and hate on frogs The strangest thing you've ever eaten? My brothers used to make me eat grass stalks, oh oh CAVIAR I got told it wasn’t Caviar, it was freaking caviar Looks at @Fyeahproudglambert Two truths and a lie? I hate frogs, I’ve never met my best friend, I love the feel of fallen out hair Five albums you'd want if stranded on a desert island? Cant I just take my Spotify? I actually don’t think I can answer this? I don’t just listen to albums all the way through, . . . This is war (plus attack and the kill) LLFD Breakaway kelly Clarkson Hybrid theory A thousand suns Something surprising about you? I have a really good memory And I usually come off as pretentious and up myself, because I am highly critical of things and probably way too opinionated, but I am actually a really nice, loyal and caring person who just wants to do good and help as many people as I can Favorite food to enjoy while watching Netflix? Anything, maybe a packet of sea salt chippies. Favorite way to spend a Saturday night? Writing Blankets Tucked or Untucked? Right side untucked, left side tucked Do you have any pets? Would you like to tell us about them? Dog, Ella - She shares my birthday, Sasha – not my dog, my brother's dog but I grew up with her and am temporarily looking after her, Cats: Ollie, Angel, Sully. I got Ollie first (After my cat Joel died) and then my brother got Angel (she was being mistreated somewhere else) Ollie and Angel bonded n such a human love type way, and we decided they could not be separated, so I got Angel too, guess what though, 9 month old cats can have babies, Angel had three Kittens, Lucky, Sully and Heat, my brother kept heat, I kept sully and Lucky went to a loving home J Musicals, yes or no? If yes, what movie/show would you like to see made into a musical? No, thank you Tell us a joke. Mars fans who hate and bitch on everything the band does Are there any particular battles or struggles in your life you'd like to tell us about? Hmm, I mean I am an open book with the things I have been through, and am happy to talk about them at any time, there are many things from abuse, abandonment, isolation, major depression, self-harm, suicidal ideology, my brother was recently in a coma ,my mother’s cancer journey, my heart issues, social phobia, PTSD, horderism and crippling self-doubt and anxiety, to tell the short story. While some things still plague me, I find all of it also drives me to make my life better, and t do the best I can every day. Life struggles are hard, but they also enrich me to not only help people in my ‘day job’ but to help me write richer stories. Anything you'd like to add? You guys are doing a great job. When I started Echelon fiction, this is kinda what I wanted it to be but I never had the drive to pull it off, I love how innovative you guys are being and changing things up getting your followers involved, its really cool! Good job, keep going

#interviews #hazeleyedleto

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rosienyy2 · 3 years ago

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@letowritings @echelonlab @avaj99 @hazeleyedleto @kyrabrown88-blog @micheles-oblivion @spillinginkwithlove @the-villainy

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small-moments-of-regret · 4 years ago

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Hello there 🦋

The owner (me 😅) of this sideblog used to be „leto-madness“ and „stories-of-your-imagination“ (at least I think that was the phrasing of my url 🙈 it‘s been a few years)

if anyone remembers [or might even have some of my fics or gifs saved (doubtful but who knows)] feel free to reply to this post. I‘m a bit curious as to what y‘all are up to, and if y‘all are still interested in Leto stuff or similar to myself have discovered new/other

interests 😇

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@hazeleyedleto hello 😃 thanks for answering to this post, I remember you, too. ☺️ How are you? you mentioned logging in after a while, are you still part of the Leto fandom, so to speak?

(I hope it‘s alright that I add my reply to this post, since this is a sideblog tumblr does not let me use it to answer with the correct blog 🤦‍♀️)

(i knew it was a longshot with the saved fics 😅)

#old interests #jared leto #fanfic #shannon leto #thirty seconds to mars #curious #im still awkward and dont know how to express myself #😅

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aneonbullet · 7 years ago

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Hiya beautiful, Kit kat, Nerds and Pixiesticks

( @hazeleyedleto | xo )

haiii ! it’s been a long while, I hope you’re doing good :*

Kitkats: What’s your favourite monster/scary fictional creature?

I don’t consider them scary or monsters in the way they should be seen, but vampires? they are overall my favourite fictional creatures —— but beyond that, Laughing Jack ( I haven’t spoken about this creepypasta in ages but … autumn is like right on the doorstep and he is all kinds of halloween themed creepy, so there might be a lot of posts relating to him throughout sep / oct again ).

Nerds: What is your favourite horror/spooky/Halloween videogame?

I used to like the Resident Evil games, but they don’t really give much of a scare, so probably all of the Silent Hill games, ‘cause they generally terrify me. I don’t play video games much anymore but I do recall those that frightened me half to death when my brother introduced me to some of them.

Pixiesticks: What do you want to dress up as for Halloween?

A fem acrchangel Raphael? I want to and it’d be easy to find stuff for that. Also, Maria Bello’s character in Coyote Ugly would be fun, but it’s so hard to find suitable wigs for people who don’t have your own hair colour, otherwise I would list here a load of blonde characters I wanna be.

#answered ;#hazeleyedleto #tyy !!

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spillinginkwithlove · 8 years ago

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You are a ray of sunshine! Send this to 8 people who deserve it and try not to break the chain ✨♥

💗 Awww!! Thank you for thinking of me @hazeleyedleto!! Right back at'cha!!! Xoxoxo

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axcelo · 8 years ago

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tagged by: @hazeleyedleto

THINGS I CURRENTLY LOVE:

ONE SONG: The Homecoming King, Andy Black TWO MOVIES: 300 and Lion King THREE SHOWS:Game of Thrones, gotham, agents of Shield FOUR PEOPLE: Cedrine, Kellan, Plum and Shan FIVE FOODS: Ice cream, cucumber, avocado, cherries and almonds

RULES | Answer the 20 questions and tag some amazing followers you’d like to get to know better!

BLOG CREATED | October 2014

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hazeleyedleto · 7 years ago

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Btw, I promise that the final installment of Matters Of The Heart will be submitted to you tomorrow. I won't lie, I've been lazy about it, but it's getting a bit late here and I won't finish it tonight (my time), so yea. I always keep my promises!

Take your time darling, im not going anywhere. . . . well like i took a day or two off tumblr and like i’ll be in and out of my house but Hazeleyedleto isnt going anywhere hahaahah point is, take your time, the one you submitted to @fyeahproudglambert was so amazing

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echelonlab-blog · 6 years ago

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Pushed to the Edge -- Part One

Disclaimer: Fiction.

Warnings: Smut. So much Smut in this story

Tagging: @hazeleyedleto @msroxyblog @letojokerownsme @miss-shannanigans @snewsome756 @maliciousalishious @nikkitasevoli@llfd1977 @sanellv@ambolton@bradlea23@spillinginkwithlove@alexis7215@dezmarz@pezziecoyote@whoistheprettiest@avaj99@iridescxntsolitude@pheenixpeterson@guccilowell@blondiefrommars@rowen1976@phoebehalliwell1984@thathipstaninja@darthjokerisyourfather@letsbemybatman @prettymisc@lylabell2013@mandyglam@pandaliciouz @just-me-obsessing @echelon-1969 @ carolinapb-iam

"Hey, can you zip me up please?"

Jared looked up from his spot on the couch, his ever unreadable expression replaced by something akin to lusty awe as he watched me. I had never been confident enough to wear something like this but I felt the occasion called for it. He moved over slowly as I turned around, his fingers lightly brushing my spine before he gripped the zipper, slowly pulling it up. I could feel his warm breath on my neck, the loose strands of hair moving slightly, giving me goosebumps. I bit my lip as he stopped halfway, his fingers lightly brushing my skin. A groan erupted from my partly closed lips as I felt his lips follow the path his fingers had taken. "Jared, we're gonna be late..."

Jared finished easing the zipper the rest of the way up and then stepped in front of me to give me one last appreciative glance. I saw his eyes narrow and a smirk played at the edges of his lips. “That looks lovely. One adjustment, however. Give me your panties.”

“What?” I asked as I felt my eyes grow wide. “You heard me,” Jared said with a snap of his fingers. “Panties. Give them to me now.” I knew better than to argue with him and so with unsteady hands, I reached under the dangerously short hem of my dress and guided my underwear down until I was able to step out of it. I handed the gauzy bit of fabric over and watched as Jared bunched them into a tiny ball. He passed them under his nose briefly, that smirk growing more wicked, and then tucked them into his pocket along with his keys. “Now we can go,” he said. Just the idea of spending my night at a swanky charity event, mingling amongst some of Hollywood’s finest, without wearing panties made me cringe, but I was already thinking of ways of turning the tables on him. “Ladies first.” He whispered, taking my hand and directing me out the front door, locking it behind us. I could feel his hand slither down the soft material of my dress only to come to a stop on my ass as we walked to the truck. With his gentle squeeze, a blazing fire pulsed through me when he let go to open the door for me. A small smile crept on his face and my cheeks flushed red, knowing he would certainly get revenge for the other night. Like a gentleman, he carefully helped me into my seat and I thanked him before he rushed around to the other side. “Are you nervous?” He asked, slipping into his seat and closing the truck door. “Should I be?” His eyes narrowed and I could see the tattoo on the inside of his wrist peeking out from beneath his jacket when he started the ignition. The red and black ink had faded a bit but was still very much visible. Before we even left the driveway, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against mine. Teasingly, passionately and very demanding, his kiss made my head spin. Unexpectedly, his hand settled between my knees and I breathed in sharply. My fingers splayed against his, intending to drive his away, but changed my mind. Instead, I focused my eyes on his, picking up his hand and taking it to my lips. Very slowly, I kissed the pads of each of his fingers before I let his thumb slip into my mouth. I heard his sharp intake of breath, that same look he gave me before still ever so present. His eyes were two deep blue pools of lust, his other hand inching closer to my core. I opened my legs as far as the dress allowed me to, a small whimper escaping my lips as he made contact. "My, my..." He licked his lips, his fingers teasing me as I let his thumb slip from my lips. He gripped my chin, leaning closer, his breath hitting my lips as he spoke. "Someone feels like playing games tonight." I licked my lips, smiling innocently and shrugging. I couldn't care less about that damn charity event. All I cared about was having Jared now. He drove me absolutely insane... The way he carried himself, the way he looked at me... I was enthralled by him and I needed him. Now. I reached my own hand over, letting it rest inside Jared's thigh the way he had familiarized himself with mine, slipping it slowly upwards until his slightly more prominent than usual bulge rested against my palm. I couldn't keep from smiling. It was nice to know that I could still get to the master of control. I pressed my hand more tightly against him, small movements getting bolder by the second until I felt his fingers close over my wrist. “Yes, someone is definitely in the mood for games this evening,” he growled as he placed my hand back on my lap and turned back towards the steering wheel. “I promise you'll get everything you ask for once I've fulfilled my social obligations this evening. But you'd better be careful how much you spin me up, princess. You know I always get my revenge in the end.” I nibbled my lower lip as I gave him another innocent look. Jared just shook his head and put the car into gear. I wasn't worried, I was convinced I could still turn the tables on him, but the entire drive over he kept toying with me, letting those slender fingers strum at my thighs and stroke at my ever dampening core. Every time I would reach for him, to stroke his chest or thighs, to try again to feed that erection I had knew I had started, even to draw his fingers into my mouth again, he simply dismissed me, firmly placing my own hands back in my lap. By the time we arrived at the event, I was a hot, frustrated mess. I slipped out of the truck cautiously, smoothing the clingy material of my dress down, terrified that it had ridden up and everyone would catch a glimpse of my bare ass. He observed me closely as he held my hand, his lips slowly curling into an evil smirk and suddenly I was seething mad. He knew what the fuck he was doing, demanding that I go without panties and taking a firm stand on driving rather than riding in a limo like we normally do. He knew I’d want him and made damned certain to get me all worked up, only to insist that I keep my hands to myself.

He grinned big and guided us over to stand in front of the cameras, allowing the paparazzi and reporters an opportunity to snap a few photos. As soon as we entered the venue, he leaned closer. “Quit frowning and put a smile on that pretty face. I already told you we didn’t have to stay for the whole evening, but you may as well enjoy yourself. God knows you certainly kept me waiting long enough this afternoon while you got ready and let me just say, I’m not disappointed. So, let’s enjoy a fabulous meal, mingle a bit, and I’ll make my donation. You be on your best behavior and I can guarantee that we will be in bed before midnight.”

“Aren’t I always?” I snapped, pulling my hand from his and marching ahead of him to a table. Pulling the chair out, I sat down and crossed my legs.

Jared joined me seconds later, the vein under his left eye was protruding as he glared at me. “What’s your problem?” What was my problem? He had the fucking nerve to ask? He knew very well what he had done to me. He was the master of teasing and sometimes it got to me. I had had enough of all his teasing for the night. I wanted to have some fun. Instead, I was stuck at some event. I had worn this particular dress in the hopes I could persuade him to stay home but it completely backfired on me. I did know however that this was important to him. Maybe I was letting my frustration get to me and that wasn't fair to him. Sighing, I reached over to take his hand. "I'm sorry. We'll talk later, okay? Let's do this." He took a moment to study me, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips before he nodded, squeezing my hand. No matter what, it never failed to amaze me at how good we were at communicating without speaking. I pasted on my best social face and slipped into my role, smiling politely by Jared's side while other guests were seated, and then dinner was served and we waited for the guest speaker to start. I was relieved that the tablecloth provided at least some concealment and I stopped worrying about my panty-less state and started to relax. I had never met the couple we were sharing the table with before – she was a producer Jared had worked with years prior to me coming into the picture – but they were nice and we were able to make pleasant conversation and pass the evening. Jared would squeeze my hand reassuringly every so often and I thought things were fine until the dishes were cleared. We all adjusted our seats slightly and turned toward the stage where the evening's pitch would begin. Jared grabbed my chair and tugged it closer to his, and when I looked at him and saw the smirk was back I knew I was in trouble. While we waited he again placed his hand possessively on my thigh, giving it a squeeze then patting the inside of it. I knew that was his signal to open my legs, and they may have been hidden by the drapes of the tablecloth, but I kept my knees stubbornly together. Jared tapped my thigh once more and I turned to glare at him but the look on his face immediately stopped me. Those ocean deep eyes had gone dark, lust pooling in their depths, his lips slightly parted as he looked down on me and I felt my insides turn to warm jello. My knees fell open almost of their own volition and I saw Jared's smirk turn up in a triumphant grin as his fingers brushed against my damp and exposed core. “That's better,” he whispered as my heart raced. He lazily traced two fingers through my sex, parting my folds and gathering the moisture that was accumulating there. I tried to keep my face neutral but I could feel my body heating to his touch and my own mouth had fallen open slightly. I opened my hands and flattened my palms against the table's cool surface, concentrating on looking as natural as possible while Jared teased at my aching entrance. Oh, I was going to get him back for this as soon as we got out of here.

Using two insistent fingers, Jared teased my wet slit as the man on the stage did his spiel. So far, that’s all Jared had done was tease me, but I sucked in a sharp breath when he grazed my clit. Out the corner of my eye, I could see him smirk and shifted a little when he began making imperceptible circles around it. My lips actually trembled when two fingers slipped easily into me. He pumped them slowly and circled my aching clit with his thumb. “Jared...” I whimpered as I shoved his hand aside. Regrettably, it wasn’t far enough and he gripped my knee tightly. “Don’t misbehave.” I recognized the warning and flinched when they slid right back into me. Jared could be a relentless bastard when he wanted and I could feel my climax approaching. I held my breath, desperately wanting to close my eyes and give in and cum. I also desperately wanted to end it. I was in a room full of people! At a charity event no less! God help me, out of nowhere it started, an involuntary spasm. I bucked my hips, moving them against his hand, biting my bottom lip so hard that I could taste the blood. Jesus, he could be so fucking dirty sometimes and I loved it. I couldn't control the tingles that were starting to set in the pit of my belly. With each movement of his hand, I felt them increase. I couldn't do this. Not here. In a moment of panic, I pushed back my chair, getting up and racing to the nearest bathroom, looking back for a brief moment. Thankfully, everything was dark and my retreat went unnoticed. It seemed everyone was still focused on the man on stage. I finally found the bathrooms, splashing some water on my face and facing my reflection, breathing heavily. The door closing and locking made me jump and I looked back to find Jared there, a mischievous smile on his face. I swear this man was gonna be the death of me. His eyes focused on mine, predatorial as he walked to me, pinning my body against the sink. He didn't need to speak, his eyes said it all. His hands traced my sides, gripping my hips hard as he hoisted me up on the counter, opening my legs and slipping between them, his lips so close to mine. I tipped up my chin and closed my eyes, anticipating a kiss that never came. After a few seconds I opened them again, blinking in confusion at Jared's face, still just inches in front of my own, his smile not having budged an inch either. I placed my hands over his wrists, running them up the length of his athletic arms, feeling the well-defined muscles even under the layers of fabric of his shirt and evening jacket. His eyes remained locked with mine as my hands followed the curve of his shoulders, meeting each other in the center of his chest, ready to continue downward. Jared stopped me there, however, closing his slender fingers over my own small wrists, and firmly returning my hands to my sides, just as he had been doing all night.

“Why are you teasing me like this?” I whined. “Oh, no no no, Clara. You're the one that started this little battle. Parading around in your panties all afternoon while you primped and painted and perfumed yourself. You thought if you got me spun up enough I would just cancel, maybe stay home and fuck you all night. Well, surprise, princess. I'm onto you. And I'm just getting started.”

#jared leto fanfiction #jared leto fic #30 seconds to mars fanfcition #pushed to the edge

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jordancat · 8 years ago

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Tag Game!

I was tagged by @aflyingjackieappears ! Thank you, doll!

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 20 blogs that you’d like to get to know better!

Name: jordancat

Nicknames: cat

Star sign: sagittarius

Height: 5′4″

Orientation: queer, rejecting the gender binary

Hogwarts House: hufflepuff

Favourite colour: black

Favourite animal: sand cat

Average amount of sleep: none

Cat person or dog person: both, rejecting the pet binary

Favorite fictional character: Tucker Bryant

Number of blankets you sleep with: 1

Dream trip: Washington D.C., go to all of the Smithsonian Museums, then lead an uprising

When did you create this blog?: a long, long time ago

Current number of followers: prolly, like 17 or 20

And I am going to tag - @lacafetera17 @aquaxlad @holyhannahabbott @moustache-bitch @echelocked @griffinror @rain-punk @oliverdant @king-chiliarch @annielovescupcakes @texasblue214 @mysocalledlifeobsession @hazeleyedleto @weilandbitch @yourdespina

#meme

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aneonbullet · 8 years ago

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tag game

Rules: Complete the questions & say who tagged you in the beginning. When you’re finished, tag people to do this survey. Have fun and enjoy!

I was tagged by @hazeleyedleto ( thank you for this ! )

1. Are you named after someone? Lisa-Marie Presley ( mum is a huge Elvis fan )

2. When was the last time you cried? When I went to see Patriot’s Day about two weeks ago

3. Do you like your handwriting? Not anymore

4. What is your favorite lunch meat? Chicken

5. Do you have kids? Nope

6. If you were another person, would you be friends with you? For the loyalty, yes

7. Do you use sarcasm? Always

8. Do you still have your tonsils? Yep

9. Would you bungee jump? I’d like to attempt it

10. What is your favorite kind of cereal? Golden Nuggets

11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? I hate laced shoes, cept my converse, and yes, I always untie them first

12. Do you think you’re a strong person? I like to think so, but I’m probably not

13. What is your favorite ice cream? Mint Choc Chip

14. What is the first thing you notice about people? Hair / Eyes

15. What is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself? My smile?? does that count?

16. What color pants and shoes are you wearing now? Black leggings, white bunny slippers

17. What are you listening to right now? HIStory

18. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Purple / Green

19. Favorite smell? Underground Stations

20. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? Dad

21. Favorite sport to watch? None

22. Hair color? Dark brown

23. Eye color? Grey

24. Do you wear contacts? Glasses for laptop / television

25. Favorite food to eat? Nachos

26. Scary movies or comedy? Scary

27. Last movie you watched? Grease 2

28. What color of shirt are you wearing? Blue

29. Summer or winter? Winter

30. Hugs or kisses? Both

31. What book are you currently reading? Inferno

32. Who do you miss right now? Grandparents

33. What is on your mouse pad? Don’t have one

34. What is the last TV program you watched? Midsomer Murders

35. What is the best sound? jingle bells / sleigh bells

36. Rolling stones or The Beatles? The Beatles

37. What is the furthest you have ever travelled? Jersey ( one of the channel islands )

38. Do you have a special talent? Writing? is that special?

39. Where were you born? England

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hazeleyedleto · 7 years ago

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Just ask away, life is not always 100% Gucci!

I think its just a bunch of those 4am questions you know? Why do certain people have to die? People you always held as such fighters, just gone, makes you question your self and the world.

But it’s fine Hazeleyedleto thinks too much and she needs to stop

Thoughts aare bad

you’re awesome nonny

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echelonlab-blog · 6 years ago

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Pushed to the Edge -- Part Two

Disclaimer: Fiction.

Warnings: Smut. So much Smut in this story

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I hated when he called me princess in that condescending tone and he fucking knew it! “And I suppose you weren’t parading around in a towel, purposely taunting me either, right?” I shot back, unblinking.

He snickered, leaning forward and placing a kiss on the tip of my nose. “You’re such a drama queen sometimes.” Smooth, soft fingertips caressed along the hem of my dress, over the top of my legs. His thumbs dug into my inner thighs as the tips of his fingers pressed into the other sides. He increased the pressure, squeezing tightly and creating what would undoubtedly be ten perfect little bruises as he spoke. “Need I remind you that we are in a very public bathroom at a very public event.”

I knew I was being bratty on purpose, but hey, he followed me! “I didn’t drag you in here ya know?”

He turned to glance over his shoulder at the sound of knocking. Jared quickly helped me down, taking me by the arm and pinning me to the wall. “You wanna wake the beast, that’s fine, but remember one thing princess, you’re the one who’s gonna have to satisfy him later tonight.”

He grabbed my hand and opened the door, pulling me with him past an elderly lady, who huffed at us both. The look of disgust on her face was crystal clear, but I couldn't care less what she or anyone else thought. I was too busy focusing on the endless torture he was going to put me through.

I could see the inner turmoil inside of him as he halted for a moment, undoubtedly trying to decide his next move. His grip on my hand was firm and I could hear a low snarl coming from his lips.

Oh boy, did I awake the beast... I knew tonight was gonna be long. Jared surprised me by dragging me past the event, picking a side door and making sure no one was in the alley, before pulling me along with him.

What the hell was he playing at? He propped the door open with a nearby box, before pinning me to the wall, forcing my legs open and placing one of his between mine while his hand gripped my neck lightly, my breath hitching in my throat.

I knew this was only gonna make it worse but I needed some form of contact... I couldn't help rubbing myself on his leg, a small moan escaping my lips as his eyes darkened. My hand descended down his chest, all the way to the hem of his pants where I could feel his big bulge almost twitching.

Fuck, I wanted to wrap my lips around it so bad...

His eyes locked with mine as I allowed my hand to advance. I had no idea what we were doing here anymore or where this game was headed. I didn't know if he would deny me contact or stop me if I sank to my knees for him. Somehow the uncertainty only added to thrill for me. My heartbeat was loud in my ears, my breath heavy through my parted lips as I searched his expression for some clue but his face was unreadable, his eyes dark with his own desires.

His expression didn't change when I cupped my palm around the hardness that strained at the fabric of his elegant slacks, but he released his grip on my throat. I took that as permission to continue and my tongue passed over my lips, wetting them in anticipation. I slid down the wall, crouching carefully at his feet. The cool night air reminding me of the panties that currently resided in Jared's pocket.

I continued to keep my eyes on his as I unzipped his pants. I could detect just the smallest hint of a smirk as I reached into his briefs, wrapping my hand around his now fully hard cock. The contact elicited a growl from Jared, and he leaned forward, placing both hands on the wall, gazing down on me while he shielded me somewhat with his body. I remembered again the carefully propped open door just yards away, and the party that raged just beyond it. We were definitely walking on the wild and dangerous side now.

With a groan of my own, I turned my gaze to the sizable shaft now filling my hands. He had begun to leak and I quickly darted my tongue out, swirling it around his tip and capturing the tangy fluid. He twitched in response and I smiled, realizing how deeply aroused he was, how much he wanted me, and that maybe he didn't hold all the cards. I gave him a few long, slow strokes but nothing more, returning my gaze back to his.

“Princess....” he cautioned, one hand leaving the wall and headed down as if to grab my hair.

I expected a firm tug to the back of my hair, along with some harsh sounding threat, but instead, he threw me off with a gentle, encouraging caress to the back of my neck.

The moonlight shone down on his beautiful face as he glanced toward the cracked door just a few feet away. God, how long had it been since we did something this thrilling? I couldn’t stand it, the desire he’d awakened in me, I desperately needed a fucking release. My lips travel down, kissing the underside of his massive shaft and found their way to his balls. Taking my time, I sucked the first one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, and then moving on to the other. I could hear his deep groan as his head dropped back.

Fuck, I was so wet that I could actually feel the moisture beginning to drip down my thighs. Enough teasing, I wanted to make him as desperate to fuck me, as I wanted to be fucked. Opening my mouth wider, the tip of his velvety length touched the back of my throat as he pushed into my mouth. I fought the urge to gag and slid my right arm around his thigh. I pressed my fingers into the cleft of his ass, caressing the base of his balls with my fingertips. God, it was at this very moment I was so glad I didn’t go and get my nails done earlier like I had planned! My eyes had begun to water and I could feel the saliva dripping down my chin.

As I continued to pleasure him, I could see his control beginning to slip and fought with myself about when to stop. Luckily, he did it for me. “Enough!”

My makeup was already wrecked and there was no doubt I’d be in the bathroom forever trying to do the impossible of fixing it enough to be able to rejoin the party. I glanced upward and watched his expression change. “Stand up!” He demanded.

I stopped what I was doing and stood, trying to brush my knees off. Jared shoved me face first against the cold wall. “Don’t you dare forget where we are,” he warned, as he shoved my dress up around my waist.

I could feel Jared's weight on me as he pressed his body into mine, his mouth pressed to my ear as he panted. God, this was so freaking hot and I just wanted him to take me right there and then. But I knew I was in for a long wait. I knew he'd never fuck me in the back of a grungy alley.

His fingers pressed hard on my inner thigh and I opened my legs wider as he slowly brought them up, his other hand still holding my dress up. I tried to find my balance, biting my lip to keep the moans in as I felt the tips of his fingers caress my sex.

"God, baby, you're dripping..." I could taste the blood on my lip as he pushed two fingers into me, pumping them in and out as I whimpered.

"Please... Jared... Ahhh..." I tried to be as quiet as I could but just the way he was fingering me was enough to drive me insane. I whined in protest when he withdrew his fingers, holding them up in front of me as they glistened in the moonlight.

"See how wet you are... Suck them clean!" I opened my mouth, sucking hungrily on his fingers, swirling my tongue around them and sucking hard. I heard him groan and I swear I could feel his cock twitch. "That's enough! God, you drive insane..." I felt him rub his tip against my entrance, a small moan escaping my lips as he spoke. "I bet you'd love it if I fucked you right here, wouldn't you, princess?" I tried to push back against him. I needed something... I needed him.

"Jared, please!" I felt his tip push into me as he ground his hips slowly, groaning loudly. "Oh fuck..."

I wanted to shout and hit him when he pulled out, stepping back. I whirled around, the look on his face animalistic. His hand shot out to my neck as he kissed me passionately before pulling out his phone from his pocket. "I'm asking the valet to bring the car around. We're gonna go home and then I'm gonna fuck you until you're so sore you can't walk."

My hand shot out and I closed it over the phone. Our eyes locked together, entire conversations passing in the silence between them as we panted in the darkness. I didn't want him at home, in our same old tired bedroom. I wanted him here, in this dank alley, this completely inappropriate location where we could be discovered any minute. I needed the ache in me filled now.

“Please,” I whispered as my eyes wandered to his velvety soft lips that were almost trembling with the effort he was putting into maintaining control. I continued to lower my eyes, watching the rise and fall of his perfect chest as I began to slowly pull the phone away from him. I felt his grip on it relax and it pulled it loose as I turned around until I was once again facing the rough brick wall.

Jared didn't say a word as I raised my quivering arms until I could flatten my palms near my head. His phone was still in my grasp, trapped between my hand and the wall but where he could easily snatch it back if he chose. I closed my eyes and waited to see what his decision would be.

I felt his fingertips grazing the outside of my thighs, rising higher until again he raised the skirt of my dress up, gathering it carefully over my ass. I felt his body press against me, his warm breath tantalizingly close to my exposed neck. My own breath caught in my chest and I rocked my hips back, anxious for what I was certain was coming. “Please,” I repeated.

Suddenly the warmth of Jared was gone, but before I could turn around to see what had happened I felt the sharp smack of his hand against my ass. I cried out in surprise and his hand immediately covered my mouth.

Twining his fingers into my hair, he gave a little tug, kicking my feet further apart. Jared pressed himself against my back and whispered directly against my ear. “Alright, since you’re so insistent we do this here, we do it my way. I want silence, not that I don’t thoroughly enjoy hearing you scream my name, but we are in public, so I better not hear a sound.” I couldn’t help but smirk as I distinctly heard his zipper being lowered.

I usually allowed myself to indulge in the occasional fantasy, but holy hell, my brain felt like it was melting trying to picture how we looked in the darkness. Dress bunched at my waist, panties around my feet and Jared sliding into me as I clutched the filthy brick wall.

He moved against me, panting into the cool night breeze. I glanced around, straining to remember every single detail, to shove into my memory bank for when Jared was out of town. My breathing quickly became ragged when his hands slid along my shoulders, under the straps of my dress.

A groan slipped out when he tugged the delicate material down enough to expose my nipples. Bracing myself against the bricks, I was high off of adrenaline at the very thought of someone just stepping outside for a smoke and catching us.

It all felt so surreal like I was in a sort of dazed dream. Jared's hands descended down to cup my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples as I bit my lip in order to try and stay quiet. He thrust harder into me, his heavy breathing in my ear as my head spun. I knew I wouldn't last long and I could tell that he was enjoying this as much as I was.

"Is this what you wanted? To be fucked in a dirty alley, huh?"

"Yes..." I mumbled, my hands trying to grip for the bricks on the wall. He gave a particularly hard thrust, his angle shifting slightly as I yelped. "Oh fuck..."

"Shhhh, remember to be quiet or this ends right here..." Jared whispered, groaning. "Fuck, you feel so good, baby."

I moaned, feeling his fingers wrap around my throat lightly, the pressure making me heady already as I anticipated what was coming. I could feel it coiling in the pit of my stomach... Almost there, so close...

“Maybe I shouldn't let you cum at all,” Jared purred menacingly in my ear. “After all this teasing perhaps you'd learn your lesson better if I took you home all frustrated. I bet you'd be ready to do just about anything to cum by the time I was finished with you. Don't you think so, princess?”

I thrust my hand behind me, pushing against Jared's stomach and propelling him off me. I whirled around and grabbed the waistband of his pants, pulling him back against me until our hips were together again and our mouths were inches apart. “I've told you before. I am not your fucking princess. I am your queen. Now fuck me like you mean it until I cum like I deserve.”

Jared growled and grabbed at my thighs, lifting them up and hooking my legs over his arms in one swift move that left me suspended with my back against the rough masonry behind me. Startled I grabbed on him as tightly as I could manage, trying not to think about what this was doing to his back as he entered me again in one swift move.

“I think you'd better not ask for what you deserve or that ass of yours is going to be spanked raw,” he hissed as he pounded into me.

I quickly regained the momentum I had lost in separating from him and soon I was at the edge again, blood boiling and a tremble beginning in my legs. I prayed to whatever deity would listen that no one came through that door. There would be no mistaking exactly what was going on between us now.

I steadied myself against the cold bricks with one hand as I wound my fingers into his jacket with the other, and after a few seconds, he took two steps back, releasing my shaky legs. Jared groaned, punishingly gripping my hips as if desperate to keep us fused together while fiercely pounding into me.

I knew this needed to happen quickly because we were out in the open, but the spoiled brat in me wanted so badly to savor each and every magnificent thrust given by my lover. It’s not that I’m stupid, I knew that after so much teasing, when it ultimately did happen, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from cumming. The anticipation is blissful torment and Jared knew it. I loved these twisted little games just as much as he did.

“Oh, God!” The words slipped out a little louder than I anticipated. My legs quivered hard and I was sure they’d give out completely when the first waves of euphoria began to violently surge through me. “Fuck, Oh fuck!” I whimpered, bracing myself against the wall.

I felt dizzy but knew he wasn’t finished when those thin fingers wrapped around my throat. His scent filled my nose when he buried his face into my neck, groaning wildly. He was almost there, I could feel it.

Pulling back, Jared pushed his lips into mine just in time to muffle my screaming orgasm. My legs shook and my mind spun as the pleasure coursed through me. The hand on my throat squeezing lightly heightened everything. Jared didn't stop thrusting, helping me ride out my orgasm.

Pressing his forehead against mine, his hands back on my hips were the only thing keeping me up. Both our breathing was heavy and I could feel him pulse inside me. His control as he stood still baffled me and I wanted to take it away from him.

Smiling sweetly, I let him slide out of me before crouching in front of him, licking my lips. I heard his groan as he braced his hand against the wall, the other weaving in my hair. Wasting no time, I took him into my mouth, taking a little bit more each time I went down.

His chest was rising and falling rapidly and I knew he was close. Reaching forward, I rolled his balls in my hand as I felt him start to cum. I swallowed all he had to offer, smiling proudly up at him when I was done. Pulling me up, his mouth met mine in a searing kiss. "Fuck, I love you."

"I love you too, J."

He took off his jacket, slipping it around my shoulders and looking around for his phone. I must have dropped it in the midst of everything. Thank god he had one of those old ones that withstood almost everything. His eyes were glowing and his smile was infectious as he picked it up, dialing for the valet to bring the car around discreetly.

Turning to me, he brought a handkerchief to my face, trying to clean up most of the smeared makeup, stealing a few kisses in between. He buttoned up the jacket for me, helping me into the car and handing the valet a 100 dollar bill for his trouble, before getting into the car.

I could feel my tired muscles complaining and sleep starting to pull me under. I felt Jared's hand on my cheek. "Get some sleep, baby. I'll wake you once we're home." I nodded, trying to get as comfortable as I could. "And thank you for tonight, baby. It was perfect."

I chuckled to myself, allowing sleep to pull me under as we drove off into the night. Tonight had definitely been perfect.

The End~

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