#me pushing my french toast agenda

[goodlucktai]

could you write something about the crew saving sanji from captivity, like maybe he was caught by marines or somthing, and they hadnt been feeding him, and the crew gets to cook for sanji for once or something like that?

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It made sense that they would run into a halfway intelligent Marine grunt sooner or later. 

“You don’t fight with your hands much,” he said, opening the file on the table in between them. “Weak arms? Nah, I’ve never heard of a sailor with weak arms. There must be another reason.”

He wasn’t anyone special. Sanji was familiar enough with the uniforms by now to tell at a glance that he wasn’t decorated the way the real heavy hitters were. Chief Petty Officer, maybe. Warrant Officer at best. 

Sanji was a Straw Hat. He wasn’t going to break a sweat for anyone less than a Vice-Admiral. He made sure to say as much, to clear up any misunderstandings. The officer didn’t appreciate hearing it for some reason. 

He put out a hand without looking up from the file. A guard by the door stepped forward and placed something in his palm. 

It was a ball-peen hammer. 

“You’re the cook. That’s why you protect your hands. You wouldn’t have a place in that famous crew of yours if you lost those.”

“Well, you’re partly right, at least,” Sanji admitted. “For someone stupid enough to spectacularly piss my captain off, that’s far more than I expected.”

The extraction team arrived in the form of an unhinged skeleton and a six-foot-tall reindeer that tossed his knife-point antlers hard enough to put a decent-sized hole in the doorframe, but only after two fingers were mangled on Sanji’s right hand and one was freshly broken on his left. 

The officer whirled around at the sudden appearance of uninvited company—surprised for just a moment, and then gray-faced with fear. 

“About time,” Sanji snarked, and wrenched his shackled hands hard enough that the chain links binding him to the floor snapped. He stood, stretched his spine, and flicked a disinterested look at the Marine officer, who went melting towards the back of the room on legs that wobbled like jelly. Disregarding him, Sanji added, “Did Robin have time to get those files she wanted? I stalled for ages.”

For a beat, neither of his nakama answered him. Then Brook’s jaw made a cracking noise like a gunshot, the way it does when he’s grinding his teeth, and Chopper shrieked, “Your hands!!”

Sanji glanced down at them. “Oh, yeah. Our mutual friend over there wasn’t very creative.” 

It hurt like a bitch, but it was far from the worst thing he’d ever felt. If it had gone much further, he might have seriously considered deviating from the plan, but a few broken bones? His brothers used to do that just for fun. 

Brook tossed his guitar over his shoulder, where it hung against his back by the strap looped across his chest, and withdrew his sword instead. 

“I can be very creative,” he said, sing-song. 

“We’re leaving!” Chopper proclaimed, and herded Sanji toward the door with his antlers. Sanji went, amused by the pushiness. 

It’s much less amusing an hour later, when his fingers are splinted and wrapped carefully, and Chopper tells him in no uncertain terms that he’s banned from work until Chopper’s satisfied with how they’ve healed. 

Sanji agrees easily, because Chopper is equal parts adorable and terrifying when it comes to the health and safety of their family. But when he slips into the galley to begin preparing supper, the reindeer is right on his heels, scolding, “Sanji! That’s work!”

��Hardly,” he scoffs. Then, “Wait, are you serious?”

Chopper throws up his little hooves, as exasperated as any healthcare professional four times his age. “Why would I joke? Your bones are broken. Put down that spatula or I’ll scream!”

Sanji puts down the spatula. He’s never felt this wrong-footed before in his life. What does one do in a kitchen they aren’t allowed to cook in? He shifts his weight and looks sideways at the pantry.

“Oh my god,” Nami says. She points at the table. “Sit.”

“This feels kind of absurd,” he says. 

“So it’s completely on-brand, then,” Usopp says, frog-marching him to a chair. “Good to know.”

Sanji lets himself be bullied with a scowl, and tucks his hands under the table where they can’t get him into any more trouble. Zoro, from the other side of the table, snorts into his tankard. Carrot drapes herself over Sanji’s shoulders, faux-sympathetic, but her chest rumbles with subvocal animal laughter. Franky and Jimbei are grinning openly.

It’s not funny. It’s time to eat. After all that action, their bodies need to replenish nutrients. They need carbs and proteins. He could at least be making smoothies while everyone argues with him—he can multitask!  

Luffy, whose face has been a thundercloud ever since they returned to Sunny, leaving the Marine base actively on fire in their wake, brightens suddenly. 

“I got it!” he announces, and that’s his trainwreck tone of voice. The very familiar, always inevitable, ‘you can try to stop me but it’ll just end in tears if you do’ tone of voice. Sanji braces himself, but nothing could have prepared him for Luffy cheerfully declaring, “We’ll make dinner!”

“Uh, no,” Sanji says quickly.

“Captain’s orders,” Robin says peacefully. 

She was angry with him before—in that careful, soft-spoken way she gets angry with her nakama that always leaves them feeling lower than dirt—for letting himself get hurt in even this unremarkable capacity. But now she meets his eyes with a smile that only the people aboard this ship are privileged to see, and he fumbles his half of the argument before he even has a chance to make it. 

Within that time, half his crew have migrated to the kitchen proper, and Nami is heaving open the huge recipe book that lives in place of pride on the counter. 

“Hey, hey, Sanji!” Luffy yells. “What do you want to eat?”

“This is really unnecessary,” he says, shifting to stand. Carrot becomes deadweight on his back, dangling there like the world’s weirdest scarf. 

“We’ll survive without five star food for a few days,” Jimbei says dryly. “If I were you, I’d answer their question before they take matters into their own hands and decide for you.”

In the kitchen, things are already rapidly devolving. There’s a lot of clamoring around and shoving of shoulders. This crew would never agree on anything they couldn’t argue about for hours first. Luffy clambers up onto Yamato’s back to get a bird’s-eye view of the recipe book, stretching an arm over Nami’s own shoulder to point out every dish that catches his eye. Yamato is a cheerful, agreeable jungle-gym, not even batting an eye when Luffy’s grip on one of his horns causes his head to tilt slowly to the left. 

If Sanji had known letting that measly little officer play his shitty power games would end like this, he would have kicked the creep in the mouth hard enough to shut him up permanently. 

He taps his bandaged fingers against his knees, frustrated and restless. Normally his friends’ stubbornness is weaponized against other people. He doesn’t like being on this end and he doesn’t understand why it’s happening. 

“They want it to be special for you,” Zoro says suddenly, interjecting for the first time all night with that infallible wisdom he likes to pull out of thin air when it suits him. Then he takes another drink and adds, “God knows why.”

There’s nothing Sanji can do for a moment but stare at him. From the corner of his eye, he can see Robin and Jimbei’s knowing smiles, Franky looking as though he’s about to laugh. Carrot is still purring, tickled pink by the whole thing. All around them, Sunny shifts and groans as she bears them across the sea, and somehow it sounds like she’s in on it, too. 

Sanji, who can’t remember the last time anyone cooked for him, refuses to feel touched. Honestly. This isn’t touching, it’s goddamn annoying—but he might as well let them have their fun, right?

“French toast,” he finally says. Not very loud, all things considered. But the anarchy in the kitchen comes to a sudden halt, and Luffy’s smile is bright enough to put that sun god lurking inside him to shame.

“With strawberries and cream,” he says importantly. “I remember! Sanji’s favorite!”

“Oh, that sounds good,” Yamato exclaims, still standing at a weird angle and unbothered by it. Next to him, Brook is imitating the pose, for no immediately apparent reason. “Do we have strawberries?”

“Strawberries!” Chopper yells, in what is either accord or a demand, and Usopp opens the fridge to investigate.

Sanji lets his chin sink into one of his hands, overseeing the chaos from his seat at the table. That itchy, uneasy feeling in his chest settles down. Now he just feels reluctantly fond.

He can’t help thinking about what the officer said to him back on the base. 

Sanji is a cook, and he does protect his hands, but that’s the extent of what the self-important stranger got correct. Luffy would drag him back from hell if he died, so the idea of being cut free because his usefulness has expired is outright laughable. Sanji doesn’t need to secure his place here. 

The reality is much simpler���providing food for the people that he loves is a privilege, one he doesn’t take lightly. It just honestly hadn’t occurred to him until now that the street goes both ways. 

Dinner preparation takes twice as long as it should that night.

Somehow, it tastes twice as sweet. 

[symbiotic-slime]

dogboy flash thompson vs catboy eddie brock: discuss

YES. YESYESYESYES.

that twitter poll ran a while ago was wrong.

like I’m so sorry but it’s the other way around. Flash is so dog coded (specifically German Shepard) and Eddie is wet cat in the alley coded. like this is what Flash and Eddie look like in my brain when I think of them as an animal:

further pushing my catboy Eddie agenda, I think he took on some traits of Symby, who is very much cat coded. like, bro barely socializes with people outside of his alien goop husband so my thought process is he took on some of the ways they express affection (like rubbing his face on people) and also purrs like Symby. I will die on this incredibly stupid hill

the vs makes it sound like Eddie and Flash gonna fight, in which case Eddie would win simply because he has the advantage of being deranged and therefore unpredictable.

in reality (and by reality I mean my brain this is very much based on fucking nothing) they are living in domestic bliss with each other. world’s silliest threesome bc ofc Symby is also there with them. this is them:

Symby is both a cat and a dog to me. cat is easy they’ve literally been depicted as a cat several times and their vocalizations in older comics like “mrrrrp” sound like purrs. they’re a dog in like a poetry about dogs way as @french-toast-enjoyer put it. desperate for affection, clinging to it even when it hurts etc. Obviously they are a black cat and a pitbull!

[artificialqueens]

No Strings Attached, Part 2 (Willaska, Bitney) - Albatross, Veronica

AN: New life, new university, new friends…what more could Alaska ask for? Following the end of her relationship with Jinkx, Alaska has decided to pack up and move to a new college…on the other side of the country. Nothing like a bit of space to get over a break up, right? As she settles in for her new life, Alaska must navigate her new surroundings and of course, her new roommates with some very strong personalities of their own. A collab with the amazing @veronicasanders.

It was just before 9 when Alaska finally managed to roll herself out of bed and stumble towards the kitchen. She might’ve slept longer if it hadn’t been for the most annoying bird chirping outside her window and the tantalizing scent of coffee tempting her into leaving her nice, warm blankets. She didn’t even pause at the bathroom first, just made her way straight into the kitchen in search of something to help her feel a little more awake and friendly.

Courtney was the first to notice her, sending a bright, beaming smile her way as she buttered a small stack of toast. “Good morning!” she greeted, “Are you feeling any better?”

A nod was all Alaska could think to give right now. Her sleep-addled mind was still struggling to make proper words.

“Want some smoothie?” Courtney offered as Alaska pulled out a seat at the kitchen’s island.

Bianca was quick to spin away from her pan of sizzling eggs in order to cut in with, “No one wants your gross smoothie!” Then zeroing in on Alaska, she warned, “Beware, Alaska. I saw her put dates in that thing.”

“Shut up!” Courtney laughed, “Dates make it sweet.”

“You know what else would make it sweet? Sugar.”

“Yes, cupcake?” Courtney simpered, fluttering her lashes.

God, this is disgusting, Alaska thought, rubbing away the sleep from her eyes. I stumbled into a fucking Rom-com.

“Is there coffee?” she inquired tiredly, “I thought I smelled coffee.”

“Yeah, help yourself.” Bianca gestured to a French press, then asked, “Do you want some eggs?”

Shaking her head politely, she replied, “No thanks,” and reached over to help herself to the steamy coffee.

With a nod, Bianca scraped two healthy portions onto the awaiting plates and sat down at the island with the others. She pushed one of the servings in front of Courtney.

“Thank you,” she chirped, passing Bianca some toast and licking the butter knife clean in the process.

“That’s disgusting,” Bianca said with an amused chuckle. 

Courtney giggled along, offering her a little shrug and a flutter of lashes, “I like to lick things.”

“Where’s Willam? Still asleep?” Alaska had definitely pegged her as the type to stay in bed all day. But at the moment, she would have welcomed anyone else in the room to distract from the sickeningly obvious flirting going on.

“No, she’s at the gym. Gotta keep it tight for her clients,” Courtney said, then when both Bianca and Alaska’s heads snapped up, realized that she’d probably made a serious faux pas, eyes widening. Trailing off, she mumbled, “Uh…I mean…”

“…‘Clients?’” Bianca repeated. Even Alaska felt herself snapping into a hyper-aware state as soon as she heard the word.

“Well…” Courtney trailed off with an uneasy smile.

“Courtney. Are we sharing an apartment with a hooker?!” Bianca pointed a fork at her.

“No!” she reassured her roommates, “No, not a hooker. She’s like…”

“Yeah?” Alaska found herself deeply curious, in spite of her usual desire to stay away from gossip.

“I’m not sure I should say. I mean, it’s not like a secret, but I just don’t feel like it’s my place to-“

“Well too late, bitch,” Bianca argued, “You brought it up. Now you have to tell us.”

“It’s not a big deal,” Courtney asserted. “She just like…video chats with guys and they buy her stuff.”

“So she’s a cam girl?” Bianca clarified, her tone sounding far from excited now.

Scratching the back of her head, Courtney replied with an unsure, “Um. Yeah?”

“Oh.”

Bianca shrugged and nonchalantly went back to her breakfast, but Alaska found her stomach twisting a bit. She didn’t really understand the intricacies of what Courtney described, but part of her worried about whether Willam was careful enough, safe enough. She shook her head slightly, taking a long sip of her coffee. Why was she fretting so much? Who was she, Willam’s mother? And then another thought, immediately shoved down before it had a chance to take root: Does she have a website?

Nope. She was not going to think about that. It was none of her business, she told herself. Any curiosity was simply because she never met a cam girl before.

And she left it as that, tuning into whatever Courtney and Bianca decided to discuss now.

When Willam returned from the gym, Courtney ran to the door to confess her slip up. “I’m so sorry, Bill,” she pouted. “I didn’t mean to spill, but it just came out. Are you mad?”

“Nah. I don’t give a fuck.” Willam flopped down on the sofa, skimpy workout clothes sticking to her, hair piled atop her head in a messy bun.

Alaska’s lips curled slightly into a disgusted frown. Who doesn’t shower immediately after working out? And now she was sitting on the sofa, getting her sweat all over the shared furniture? Gross , Alaska thought, pulse quickening as a strange feeling crept into her chest.

Willam turned her head towards Alaska and gave her a sympathetic smile. “How you doin’, tiger? Feeling better today?”

“Mmhmm.” Alaska swallowed, feeling an uncomfortable heat creeping into her face.

“Awesome. Maybe you can come with us to the mall, then,” Willam added with a coy tilt of her head.

“Sure,” Alaska smiled at her, praying that the heat in her cheeks wasn’t visible to the others, hoping to deflect by adding drily, “Maybe you can shower first.”

“Ha! Well, look who’s out of her shell,” Willam laughed, standing up and whipping her top off, tossing Alaska a wink in the process. “I guess I’ll head to the shower, then.”

Alaska averted her eyes as Willam continued to shed her clothes, trying not to think about her perfectly toned body, how you could bounce a fucking quarter off her ass. Also how did she have no tan lines? Alaska cleared her throat and looked at the ceiling.

By the way Courtney didn’t even bat an eye, Alaska would be willing to guess that this was pretty normal behavior. Great. Just fucking great.

******

Willam was surprisingly happy with her roommate situation. Bianca was a bit of a bitch, but at least she was funny, and Alaska seemed pretty chill, a perfect counterbalance to Courtney’s boundless energy. They were both major improvements over last year’s wet blankets. Not to mention neither of them was particularly bad to look at. That was always a plus.

The mall closest to the campus was incredibly different than the ones Willam was used to on the East Coast. A big outdoor courtyard surrounded by flowers and cute, little shops, not to mention impressive department stores on either side. She breathed in, happy to be back in California, to feel the sunshine - warm without any oppressive humidity, imagining what her life might be someday. If she ever graduated from school. But that was a problem for another day, she decided.

It wasn’t long into her trip before Courtney spotted the See’s Candy and let out a giddy squeal, “Bill, come on, let’s get samples!”

Willam rolled her eyes as Courtney dragged towards the shop. She’d just spent 2 hours at the gym that morning! There was no way she was gonna blow that hard work on candy. Courtney, who had the metabolism of a hummingbird, never understood how disciplined she needed to be.

“My ex girlfriend was obsessed with that place. She never shut up about it,” Alaska sighed. Her heart had clenched the moment she recognized the sign and before she knew it, she was wistfully mentioning her ex. She’d been so open about it at her last school but now with all of her roommates’ eyes on her, she realized that perhaps this might not be such welcomed information.

Courtney had stopped dead in her tracks to round on Alaska with wide, curious eyes. Bianca had arched a brow at her, one of surprise, she hoped, and not judgement. But then there Willam. By the time Alaska’s gaze met hers, her cheeks were filling with a deep pink. Willam’s reaction was the most difficult to decipher. Her expression seemed blank at first but her eyes betrayed her. Willam’s focus was now solely zeroed in on Alaska, studying her, watching any reaction she might make. It left Alaska feeling anxious and uncertain.

But as she stood like a deer in headlights, Courtney broke out into a warm, toothy grin as she blurted out (quite loudly), “Don’t worry, Bianca’s gay too! And Willam’s bi!” before biting her lip self-consciously, realizing that everyone was now looking at her with varying levels of amusement and irritation.  

“Foot in Mouth Disease strikes again,” Willam sighed as she shook her head. “Anything else you want to share with the other mallgoers, Court? Maybe inform them of my ass waxing schedule?”

Hand on her hip, Bianca piled on with, “You wanna call my grandma, come out for me? I don’t think she knows yet.”

“I thought…” Courtney looked from Willam to Bianca, stammering out. “I mean, yesterday you said that you-I just thought it would be better if she knew…shit…”

Bianca broke first, taking pity on her with a cackling laugh and slipping an arm around Courtney’s shoulders. “She already knew, dollface,” she assured her, adding in a wink, “She’s seen us at the Gay Agenda meetings.”

“Ha ha,” Courtney retorted, rolling her eyes and folding her arms, but leaning against Bianca in the process.

“Well, I’d invite you, but I’m not sure you’re ready for the initiation ceremony…” Bianca teased. Alaska had just enough time to catch a hint of a smile curling at the edges of Courtney’s lips before she spun around and strolled off towards the candy shop with Bianca following close behind.

“And your grandma totally knows, by the way,” Willam called after her.

Bianca turned back with a smirk, flipping Willam off and holding the door. “You guys coming in?” she asked.

“Um…no thanks,” Alaska answered softly, twirling a lock of hair in her fingers. Any appetite she might have had suddenly left her and all she wanted was to sit down, if only for a moment.

Willam hesitated a moment, sparing a glance down to Alaska before replying, “You know, I’ll wait outside with Alaska. I shouldn’t eat sugar anyway.”

“Suit yourself,” Bianca muttered, letting the door swing shut behind her as a pleased grin settled on her lips.

Willam had to scoff. She recognized the signs already, even if Courtney was oblivious. “Poor Bianca. Really barking up the wrong tree there, eh?,” Willam said, turning to Alaska with a wicked grin. When the only reaction was a half-hearted chuckle, she asked, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, sorry. I’m just…” Alaska trailed off, sitting down quickly at one of the benches. She turned her face from the crowd up to the sky, expression blank and distant. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m still jet-lagged or something. It just feels weird.”

There was a burning at the corners of her eyes but a few blinks and it was gone. Her heart however felt heavy and dull.

Willam settled down next to her and watched her closely. She didn’t speak for a while, running things over in her mind and seemed to be considering her words carefully. Which, from what Alaska could tell, was slightly out of character.

“Weird how?” Willam finally asked, tilting her head to the side. Her voice was calm and inviting but not pressuring. It was nice actually.

Picking at her nails, Alaska shrugged before replying with an uncertain, “Um…I guess I just need a little time to adjust.” A sigh escaped her as she added in hopefully, “I’m sure it’ll be easier once classes start.”

“Well…” Willam searched for something comforting to say, coming up woefully short. “You know, uh…”

“It’s really fine,” Alaska cut in with an apologetic smile. “Sorry I’m being so pathetic, I didn’t mean to drag you down.”

“You’re not pathetic!” Willam exclaimed. “I mean…maybe a little.”

A surprised laugh escaped from Alaska’s chest, immediately making Willam feel pleased with herself.

“I can see your potential though,” she continued. “So…I hope you feel better.”

“Thanks.” Alaska leaned back, pulling off her sunglasses. “I guess it’s mostly because-” she suddenly stopped abruptly, sitting up straight, as Courtney and Bianca burst from the candy store.

“What do you guys wanna do for lunch?” Courtney chirped, skipping over. “There’s that awesome bakery over by the movie theatre. They have tons of specials.”

“You’re still hungry?” Bianca laughed in amazement, “You just ate 3 pounds of chocolate!”

Waving them aside, Willam said, “You go ahead, we’ll catch up.”

Courtney looked from Willam to Alaska, head tilting, asking in concern, “Are you okay? Are you sick? Do you want to go home?”

“She’s fine,” Willam cut in, feeling oddly protective. “She’s just telling me about a recurring fantasy she’s having…of strangling you in your sleep.”

Bianca barked out a laugh. “Who hasn’t had that one!”

“I know, very relatable,” Willam said, and Courtney blew a raspberry.

“Fuck you all, cunts!” She turned on her heel and began walking in the opposite direction, dragging Bianca behind her.

Once they were far enough out of range, Willam turned back to Alaska, who was shaking her head with a smirk.

“You’re a bully,” Alaska accused, no bite to her tone.

“Am not!”

Alaska raised an eyebrow.

“Courtney’s impossible to bully,” Willam reasoned, “She thinks everything is hilarious…And anyway, I was bullied enough growing up, so now it’s my turn.” Willam finished decisively, sitting back.

Alaska seemed shocked by this news. Incredulous, she asked, “You were bullied? For what? And who would dare?”

“Well…maybe I made jokes about myself before anyone else had the chance.” Willam stated, crossing her arms and legs tightly. She glanced at Alaska from the corner of her eye and admitted quietly, “I was really fat.”

“Is that all?” Alaska raised an eyebrow.

“Hey, being fat sucks. Fat and loud. I doubt you’d understand, Prom Queen.” She was starting to get agitated but something compelled her not to cut the conversation off just yet. And soon enough she was rewarded with a loud, obnoxious laugh from Alaska.

“That is…so very wrong.”

Willam shrugged her shoulders as best she could, muttering, “Come on, you’re sweet and…I mean look at you. You must have been popular.”

Alaska twisted a lock of hair in her fingers, a slight blush coloring her cheeks as she looked to the ground. “Actually, I was the gay weirdo in a class of 45 people.”  

“Yikes. Really?”

“Yeah. So…you know, when I first got to college, it was like, this giant relief. But then…” she trailed off. Willam understood where she was going.

“Listen,” she said abruptly,  “I’m not gonna go all Oprah on you and ask a million questions. That’s Courtney’s thing.”

“Yeah, I noticed.” A smile tugged at the corners of Alaska’s mouth.

“But if you do want to talk, I do have ears.”

“Thanks.” After a pause, Alaska looked up into Willam’s questioning face and asked, “…you mean now?”

Willam gave a casual wave of her hand, one Alaska assumed was giving her the approval to proceed with bitching about her ex. The trouble was, where to even begin?

“Well, I…” Alaska started, then trailed off to bite her lip as she thought things through.

“You don’t have to, bro. It’s okay.”

“No, I know,” Alaska said. “It’s just that it’s all…a little jumbled. I don’t know. Like, I met Jinkx at orientation. Literally the first day.”

“Jinkx? That’s a name?”

“Do you really think that the two of us should be judging someone’s name? Besides, for her it was just a nickname, unlike us.”

“Fair point. Go on…” Willam laughed.

“So we like…we hooked up that first day, and then just…did everything together. And for a while, it was perfect. We cared about each other so much, and for the first time in my life, I felt like I could just relax and be myself. It was this awesome little baby lesbian bubble. I forgot all about high school, the homophobic little shits I grew up with…”

“Sounds nice,” Willam chuckled, giving her a lopsided smile.

“Yeah, it was. At first. And then like, things got totally intense. It wasn’t really anyone’s fault. It was just like, there were so many feelings, all the time , especially after we moved in together the second year. We were always fighting and crying and like…we just realized, there was just no recovering, as much as we loved each other. We weren’t coming back from it.” 

Alaska paused for a moment, picking at her nails again. Willam was tempted to reach over, if only to stop her from destroying her nail beds, but ultimately restrained herself. Instead, her own fingers tapped against her knee as she waited for Alaska to collect herself and continue.

The air between them was loaded but after a minute of searching for the right words, Alaska resumed her story, “And then after awhile, I realized that I didn’t even have my own life. My own anything. I didn’t have any friends except our friends. So I just…I guess, found it easier to cut my losses and never go back there then to deal with it.”

Willam gave her another half smile, then asked, “Do you regret it? Coming here, I mean.”

“Um…no. Maybe. I don’t know yet,” Alaska admitted. “Ask me in a few months.”

“Will do.”

“Anyway…” Alaska sighed. “Sorry about that. And thanks.”

“Anytime.”

“Careful, I might take you up on that,” Alaska warned.

“Good,” Willam said decisively.

Alaska looked down, a smile pressed between her lips. She felt better.

It still hurt but in a new way. It was still raw and emotional but it just didn’t seem as endless as it had before. She couldn’t really explain it, just knew that she liked this change.

“Wanna go find the other whores?” Willam asked softly.

“Sure…in a few minutes,” Alaska replied, staring back up at the sky.

Willam nodded, silently and awkwardly patting Alaska on the shoulder and then leaning her head back to stare up into the same cloudless space.

******

“Fucking Christ, where are they?” Willam wondered, looking around the cafe for what felt like the 18th time.

“I dunno…” Alaska drawled out. Anxiously drumming her fingers against her thigh, she asked “Are you sure this is the place Courtney meant?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” She marched back outside, spotting Courtney and Bianca strolling at a leisurely pace through the courtyard. “Hey! What the fuck?”

Courtney waved happily, oblivious to Willam’s annoyance, still chatting away with Bianca, and Willam scoffed. She placed her hands on her hips, tapping her foot impatiently.

“Sorry about that, back there…” Alaska said as soon as Courtney was within earshot.

In response, Courtney just gave her a warm smile and replied sincerely, “It’s fine. I hope you’re okay.” She reached out and squeezed Alaska’s hand, and thankfully didn’t ask any more questions. A small pang of guilt made Alaska wish that she hadn’t spent so much energy judging her in the beginning…or any of her roommates for that matter.

“Did you at least have some fun?” Alaska questioned.

“Yeah,” Courtney’s smile brightened as she glanced over at Bianca. “B made an…interesting purchase.”

Bianca gave her a wicked smirk and held a finger to her lips. Although mildly curious, Alaska decided not to pry. After all, Courtney didn’t try to force any explanation out of Alaska, so it was only fair she returned the favor.

“I’m sure I don’t even want to know,” Willam said, shaking her head.

“Come on, let’s go get some food,” Alaska suggested in a joyful giggle.

******

Once they’d put in their orders, Alaska followed Willam outside to choose a table, mildly amused at how picky she actually was. It had to be in the sun, but not too sunny, with a view of the fountain but not the parking lot. Once she was finally satisfied, Willam plopped herself into one of the cushioned wicker chairs decisively.

“Are you sure this table meets all of your requirements, your highness?” Bianca asked, watching with an air of restlessness as Willam made herself comfortable.

“I know what I like,” Willam commented with a shrug, sipping her iced tea calmly.

“Don’t days like this just make you happy to be alive?” asked Courtney, settling down beside Willam with a contented sigh.

“Alright, Miss America,” Bianca said with an eye roll.

Courtney stuck out her tongue, then added, “I did actually win a pageant, once.”

“We know, we know, Miss Tater Tot-” Willam said, before Courtney interrupted her with a shrieking giggle.

“No, Miss Tiny Tot! I was 5. I won a car.”

“What the fuck is a 5 year old supposed to do with a car?” Bianca nearly yelled in disbelief.

“I would love to meet Miss Tater Tot,” Alaska mused. A lazy smile appeared on her lips as she added in, “She sounds delicious.”

“And crispy,” Bianca agreed.

“Eh, I’m off carbs,” said Willam.

Courtney rested her face in her hands, looking around at all of the girls with a hopeful, dreamy smile on her face. She took a deep breath, then before she could speak, Willam cut her off.

“Oh no,” she groaned, looking at Courtney with dread in her eyes.

“What?”

“I know that fucking look. You’re about to get all…Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants on us, aren’t you?” Willam accused.

“No! I was just gonna say-”

“Something lame and cheesy about best friends forever?” she mocked.

Courtney crossed her arms and countered, “-that I’m glad we’re all getting to know each other…and I have a really good feeling about this year.” She looked at Willam pointedly. “Was that acceptable, boss?”

“…barely. You’re on thin ice.” Willam teased, snatching Courtney’s lemonade to take a sip.

Courtney’s face scrunched up into a pout, and Alaska decided to come to her defense. After all, it was a beautiful day and these girls were going to be her roommates for the year, so she ought to at least make an effort. And as funny as the constant shade might be, she appreciated Courtney’s attempt at sincerity. Especially in this group, where she knew that she’d most likely get mocked for it.

“I think it was great, Courtney.” She raised her cup. “Here’s to the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.”

“More like the Golden Girls,” Bianca said drily, and Alaska squealed happily. She absolutely adored that comparison more than words could describe.

“Speak for yourself, you old cunt,” Willam laughed.

“Omigod, I love that show,” Alaska cut in, barely containing her glee.  

“What show?” asked Courtney, confused.

“Golden Girls!”

“I’ve never heard of it.” Courtney shook her head, still puzzled.

Alaska tried to keep her mouth from gaping open as she leaned back in her chair. An excuse to watch her favorite TV show, with someone who’s never witnessed the magic before? This had suddenly turned into the best day in a long time. Already thoughts of how to create the perfect viewing party were running wild through her head.

“Well, I know what we’re doing tonight,” she declared with a happy, decisive smile.

“Is it even streaming anywhere?” Bianca wondered.

“Doesn’t matter. I have all 7 seasons on DVD,” Alaska proclaimed, adding a tongue pop for emphasis.

“We don’t have a DVD player…” Willam pretended to look disappointed. Of all the things she wanted to do tonight, a Golden Girls marathon was certainly not one of them.

“We’re at a mall. It’s happening. Also we need to buy cheesecake.”

Courtney clasped her hands to her chest and asked, “Can we all get in our jammies and make popcorn and have a real slumber party?”

“Yes!” Alaska answered, pointing at her.

The pair shared an enthusiastic grin with one another, already feeling their excitement building up to the point of pure joy. “Dear god,” Bianca muttered, looking horrified as she glanced from one beaming girl to the other.

Willam leaned in towards Bianca and said in a loud stage whisper, “It’s not too late to kill them both, you know.”

Bianca laughed and toasted her, but Alaska merely leaned her head on Courtney’s shoulder and sighed happily. Maybe this would be a good year after all.

*******

The first two weeks of classes sped by without incident. It all felt like a blissful daze for Willam, aside from the unfortunate interruptions of homework, that is. But it was still early in the semester and the expectations weren’t too high yet. She could go out and have fun without worrying about some paper or assignment looming over her head…at least for now. So in the meantime, she was dividing her extra time between her roommates, her social life, and, of course her, her side job.

She had a good balance going, she thought.

Tonight however was reserved just for her roommates, complete with plans to veg out in front of the TV, eat takeout (using up one of the rare cheat meals she allowed herself), and watch some horrible B-list movies or maybe just start a new series on Netflix. Either way, it all sounded wonderfully relaxing. The perfect way to close out the week.

They were in the midst of chatting about classes and eating dinner when Alaska’s phone began to buzz. Her previously giddy expression quickly morphed into one of apprehension. Willam’s attention was immediately on her.

She had an idea, even without looking at the phone, as to who could possibly warrant such a change in Alaska’s mood. While Courtney and Bianca chatted away, oblivious to the world for the time being, Willam gave Alaska a small nudge and asked softly, “Jinkx?”

“Um, yeah,” came the quiet confirmation. Alaska was looking at the screen with an air of distrust, “No idea why she’s calling.”

“Pick it up,” Willam suggested with a shrug. “Find out.”

Alaska gave a murmur of discontent, clearly unsure of herself or what she ought to do.

In the end, she let the buzzing go on for another three rounds before snatching the phone up and answering it with a rushed, “Hey, sorry, was just eating. What’s up?”

Her voice was quiet and withdrawn from the start. As Jinkx spoke, Alaska began chewing the interior of her lip, listening intently to whatever was being said. Already Willam was having second thoughts about encouraging her to accept the call.

“Um, yeah, just…Hold on. I’m gonna go into another room,” Alaska replied into the phone, speeding off to her bedroom without even another glance at her roommates.

Yeah, Willam thought to herself, this was a bad idea.

But there was nothing to do now aside from waiting for Alaska to finish her call. All she hoped was that she wouldn’t be too upset when she came back out. But something about the twisting in the pit of Willam’s stomach told her that’d be a long shot. Just look at how dejected Alaska had been at the mall with just the thought of Jinkx. Never mind actually talking to her.

Willam was prepared to offer some consolation once Alaska reemerged and kept a cautious eye on her closed door. She expected Alaska to come out after a few minutes or for the low chattering to stop but every time there was a lull in the noise filtering from Alaska’s bedroom, within a minute it would just start back up again. It left Willam feeling curious and a bit anxious.

Even after 20 minutes and their dinners finished, Alaska still had not come back out. By now Bianca and Courtney had noticed her absence and asked Willam about it.

“Got a call from her ex. Went in there to talk to her.” Her voice sounded weird to her ears. There was some kind of tone to it that she didn’t recognize…bitterness? Not quite right but close.

Courtney stared at the closed door for a few moments, almost as if she too were trying to will Alaska into reappearing. But as Bianca cleaned up the dishes and set them in the sink, it became apparent that Alaska was not coming out anytime soon.

“Think she’s okay in there?” Courtney asked in concern.

“She’s a big girl, she can handle herself,” Bianca reminded her. A short burst of laughter echoed from the bedroom. Definitely not the sound of someone having a horrible conversation. “Seems like she’d doing just fine.”

With that, Bianca unanimously decided that they were going to continue on with their girls’ night. Alaska could join in whenever she was finished, she figured. Courtney was all too eager to help Bianca pick out what to watch, arguing passionately about the merits of whatever horribly depressing documentary she suggested. Bianca kept up the debate, ultimately winning as she had already claimed the remote, and settling down on the couch with a triumphant grin. Courtney pouted of course, but only 10 minutes in and she was lazily leaning against Bianca and watching whatever program with her in contented silence.

Both let their attention become consumed by the show but try as she might, Willam just couldn’t get into it like they were. She told herself it was just because of the consistent drone of Alaska’s muffled conversation and fits of laughter that kept distracting her. It was hard to pay attention when there was some kind of irritating background noise, right?

Hours went by with Willam feeling even more restless than she could remember. She made frequent trips to the kitchen, using any excuse she could think of to just get out of her seat and move. All this resulted in her drinking a massive amount of water and wine. Eventually, she found herself needing to use the bathroom but as she passed by a certain bedroom door, she discovered she was able to hear Alaska’s conversation almost perfectly.

“Yeah, it’s been…it was weird coming out here. I wanted a change, you know? Just to get away from everything.”

There was a pause as Jinkx replied with something.

“No, I like it out here, I really do…Yeah…It’s nice. You’d like it, too, I think.”

Alaska’s voice was contemplative and sentimental. She meant the words, Willam could tell, but there was more to it that she wasn’t saying. Willam wondered what until Alaska continued on with, “I miss you, too. All of you, but you…I miss being able to see you, you know?”

A long, muffled response from Jinkx. One Willam ached to hear.

“Right. No, I get that, really…Just-through a screen isn’t really the same, is it?”

What? Were they facetiming now?

Ugh, whatever, Willam decided, storming into the bathroom.

She was done eavesdropping. She was going to join Bianca and Courtney for Girls’ Night, even if some others weren’t, and she was going to have a good time…even if it killed her.

******

“Good talk?” Willam asked once Alaska finally re-emerged from the bedroom and settled in on the empty space on the couch.

“Yeah,” she confirmed with a pleased, blissful smile, “Really good.”

Willam nodded and left the conversation at that. To anyone else in the room it might have looked like she was intensely focused on the drama playing out on the screen but in truth her mind felt a million miles away. Countless thoughts and questions raced through her mind. Most of them centered around wondering just what the hell came out of Alaska and Jinkx’s conversation.

It sounded almost like Alaska was getting ready to invite her out here but she wouldn’t…right?

It was literally across the country and both of them have schoolwork to consider. There’s just no way Alaska would ask her to come all the way out to California. But…she wasn’t thinking of going back either, was she?

The thought of that had Willam feeling conflicted and peevish. She knew she was working herself into a bad mood over probably nothing but she just couldn’t stop herself from overthinking. She actually kind of liked having Alaska as a roommate- Bianca, too- and didn’t want that to change. It was already so comfortable and easy…why would she want to mess that up? She and Jinkx already broke up once, why go through it a second time?

As Willam’s thoughts began to run wild down that path, she had to remind herself that she hadn’t heard Alaska say that she is or even wants to get back together with Jinkx…so she shouldn’t worry about it, right? It wasn’t even any of her business.

But even that reminder couldn’t shake the burning questions she still had about the call. In the end, Willam spent most of the Girls’ Night in a mulish silence. Courtney and Alaska tried to pull her out of it but Willam was not so easily convinced, so they left her alone…for the most part.

As the quartet cleaned up for the night, Alaska pulled Willam aside to ask, “Hey, you alright? You haven’t really said much tonight.”

“Not that you were here to notice,” Willam muttered.

Alaska cocked her head to the side, as if confused, then suddenly it hit her. “Oh,” she murmured guilty, “Yeah, we were talking for a while, weren’t we?” Willam rolled her eyes. “Sorry, we just…had a lot to catch up on. I promise, next Girls Night, I’m all yours.”

Despite herself, Willam perked up at that thought. “‘Next’?” she repeated, a teasing smirk beginning to appear on her lips.

Nudging Willam’s side with her elbow, Alaska beamed back, “Yes, ‘next’. We are going to keep having these for the rest of the year, right?”

“Yeah,” Willam agreed. Suddenly she felt a good bit lighter. “Until I find some guy to fuck. Then you bitches are on your own.”

Alaska’s laugh was loud and braying, enough that Courtney and Bianca turned around to see what was so funny. Neither Willam or Alaska was willing to enlighten them, something about it made them feel disinclined to share. Though each knew it was a hollow threat, neither commented on the fact and let the conversation drop there. Going to bed that night, Willam had to admit, although there were some things she really needed to work out, and soon, she was still pretty grateful for the roommates she got this year. Her only hope was that things would stay this good, at least until the end of spring semester.

[blainesebastian]

Brio 2 , 27 , & 95

2. Stay here tonight

27. Kiss me

95. Come cuddle

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It’s late when Rio comes over to go through the books. They do this every so often to make sure they have their shit together—she does not want another nightmare that involves wrong information and taking it to a business deal. Or worse, not organizing their work in multiple places and having things explode when someone comes snooping around. She’s already caught Dean trying to rifle through her things because he can’t stand the fact that he’s so far out of control.

She now keeps fake records in ‘easy’ places for situations like that. But she had to learn that the hard way. Beth had threatened to shoot him and at least the look on her ex’s face that she just might follow through was worth it. 

Taking a sip of coffee that’s not doing well with keeping her alert, she labels another section of their binder with a bright pink tab that makes Rio’s nose scrunch every time. She rolls her eyes in response—she likes to categorize, okay?

You can take the mom out of everyday crafting but you can’t take the crafting out of the mom. She bites her tongue on telling him that though, he seems rather irritable tonight; regardless that he’s barely said ten words to her since he arrived.

While Rio’s always been good at peeling back layers and reading true words under her skin, Beth’s just getting the hang of being able to see him. She’s not always right and he puts a lot of walls up that she has to jump over but if she tries for just long enough, she sees glimpses of the real Rio buried underneath all the distractions he’s giving her instead. He likes keeping her out, enjoys deflecting her and holding her at an arm’s length—because it’s easier than letting her in.

Beth’s persistent, to say the least, and she doesn’t tell him that while he won’t tell her things in so many words, his body language gives a lot up. Rio’s a tactile person as it is, so taking the time to sift through his demeanor gives her an entire roadmap of possibilities.

He was late tonight, later than usual and he doesn’t give her an explanation why. She doesn’t ask. She pours them both coffee and tops it with a finger of bourbon and they get to work, quietly going through numbers and categorizing different levels of their business agenda.

His shoulders are tight, there’s a knot behind his neck and he keeps squinting at papers every so often, which tells her he has a headache. Whatever his day has included, it’s been a long one and thick tension is wrapped around his body like a snake.

His words are sharp, to the point, even though there’s no ire behind what he says. He’s frustrated, but not with her, his language just a byproduct of whatever bullshit he’s had to put up with prior to coming over. Once again, she doesn’t ask—they’re still working on sharing real parts of themselves with one another. It’ll come and she doesn’t want to push it, not with the mood he’s currently in.

Rio stands after he closes the book on Beth’s lap, taking his mug to the sink to rinse out. She watches, follows the long lines of his back as he picks up his coat from the island table.

“I’m out, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

Beth licks her lips and stands, crossing to meet him with quiet steps. She matches his expression with his movements, with the sounds of his voice and it finally dawns on her: he’s tired. Not just tired but worn, bone-deep exhaustion; something she rarely associates with him because he doesn’t display it often. At least not in front of her.

The job, or something, is catching up with him and grabbing him by the heels; holding on tight.

She reaches out and touches his arm, the one not in his jacket yet, “You could…stay here tonight?”

Rio pauses mid-action, considers her for a moment as he traces the contour of her face. He chews on a thought not yet on his tongue and he really must be tired because she can see him connect unspoken dots. In this weary state the walls are falling, making him easier to read.

“Dean has the kids tomorrow, giving me a personal day.” She smiles a little, fingers curling around his long sleeved maroon Henley. “We won’t be bothered. Unless you have something to take care of.” She gives him a way out—just in case he wants one.

He lets out a long sigh, taking his coat off again and placing it back on the island. “Nah, I can stay. Long as you’re not tryin’ to make omelettes again tomorrow mornin’.”

Beth goes to pinch a spot along his side that she knows is ticklish but he deflects by gently grabbing her wrist, using this opportunity to draw her closer. His lips brush against the tip of her nose as she huffs,

“I burnt eggs once, just once! And if I remember correctly you were to blame for that distraction.”

He shakes his head, leaning down to kiss her lips gently. “That doesn’t sound like me.”

“Oh no,” She chuckles, turning on her heel to grab onto his hand and begin their walk upstairs. “No, not at all.”

They take the stairs two at a time, the hallway dark leading to her bedroom. She feels him squeeze her fingers, just because, as they end up in her bathroom. She flips the light on, wandering towards the shower and turning the water on, steam beginning to kiss her skin. When she turns, Rio is leaning against the counter, raising at eyebrow at her.

Beth says nothing, instead slipping towards him, hands on the collar of his shirt before she drags her hands down and lifts the fabric up and over his head. His skin is warm underneath, tattoos enticing her to lean closer, to kiss if she wants to.

“What’re you doin’?” He asks, amusement wrapping around his syllables.

“Taking care of you.” She leans back and presses her fingers to his lips before he can say anything. “And before you say ‘I’m fine, Elizabeth’ or ‘Don’t worry, ma’—,” She adopts his tone of voice, throwing an accent around some of her words, which makes him roll his eyes.

“I don’t sound like that.”

“—I’m doing it because I know you won’t ask for it.”

Rio holds her gaze for a moment and her hands fall to her hips, waiting, a small flicker of defiance sparkling in her eyes that says prove me wrong. He sighs gently and leans forward to press a soft kiss to her forehead, his one hand cupping her cheekbone before he allows her to continue her administrations.

She gets them both undressed, pulling him into the shower.

The water hits their skin and Beth feels like it begins melting into her bones, a relaxing shiver traveling down her spine as she begins to wash her own hair. She offers to massage Rio’s shoulders with body wash but he seems keen on watching her through her shower routine instead. Whatever helps.

“It wouldn’t kill you to say things you want, for once,” Beth says after a few moments, suds traveling down her shoulders and waist down to the drain.

She turns to look at him, reaching up to touch his face, thumb running over his lower lip. He so often tells her things without saying them, so she knows when he does speak, his words have weight.

“You know, ‘make French toast’ or ‘give me more bourbon in my coffee’,” She’s mostly teasing, leaning against his chest. He looks down at her through his eyelashes, wrapping his arms around her waist. “’Come cuddle’.”

He snorts out a sound that tells her that’s the last thing he’d ever say to her; so much easier to just pull her body to his own than waste time speaking the words. But she thinks he gets her point, in vocalizing when he wants something personal, intimate, something outside of the business. She knows he can make demands there, has done so in the past with perfected ease.

Business is easy. This, between them, whatever it is? Is a little more difficult to navigate sometimes.

“So let me make sure I’m hearin’ you,” He pauses for dramatic effect. “You want me to ‘use my words’?” Beth rolls her eyes, attempting to pull away from him but he won’t let her. He chuckles softly, something low in his chest that vibrates against her own. “Aight,” Rio waits until her eyes meet his own. “Then kiss me.”

She chews on her lower lip so she doesn’t outright smile and presses herself up on her toes to join their lips in a slow kiss.

Even though she’s pretty sure he’s making fun of her; it’s a start. 

[angstchim]

Maintenance | jjk

Bunny Hybrid Jungkook x Reader

First Installment of my Hybrid Series

➻!!: SMUT, Degrading names, heat sex, Hair pulling, rivalry, an Inferiority complex ( hinted), jealousy, possessiveness, guilt, light smacking, pregnancy sex, lactation kink, language, cum play, unprotected sex, dirty talk, aggressive behavior?, Snowballing ;), maybe some sub jeon, food play, violence, angst, tit fucking, hybrid hate, hoseok is kind of a jerk, hosoek x Yuki anyone, mommy kink,  fighting, insecurities, office sex, birth

➻Rating: M

➻Words: 9.5k

A/N: I recommend Sunday Classes and drinking water three times a day after this. 

Epilogue

Prev: II. Equals

Ebony ears tucked meshing into a disarray of coal locks. Nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck, gentle breaths inhaling your scent. A slumbering bunny, happily burrowed in your bed, arms tightly wrapped around your waist holding you in place. A strong, alluring, gentle scent wafting in the air, tickling the buck's sensitive nose. A smell so gentle yet strong, the buck's eyes springing open. Soft brown orbs darkening, a low growl erupting from Jungkook, the smell surrounding him, aroma driving him over the edge.  His hands exploring your body while you slept, his curious hands searching for his favorite form of amusement. Your breasts.

He loved your breasts. He loved having the soft mounds of flesh in his hands. He loved the feeling of his thumbs running over your pert buds. He was fascinated by them, he loved to suck on them, the feeling of his teeth grazing against the supple flesh was addicting. He loved to fuck them, he loved weighing you down, using his hands to push the mounds together creating an awfully lewd display. He especially loved the way his cock slid between your breasts, the sight of his cum painting them white drove him mad.

Quite accustomed to the bunny's advances, you lay sound asleep soft mewls escaping your lips, however today the bunny had more on his agenda then fondling you.  Your scent was putting him through a rut and he had only one thing on his mind. Kits.

Lips leaving soft marks against your neck, his tongue flicking at your nape before he latches himself to you. Ears starting to droop, grip tightening he slides himself into you, inch by inch he burrowed his cock into your sweet essence. A soft groan muffled by your neck as he started to buck his hips. His strong hands keeping your thighs spread, his soft ears pinned back the more he aimed his thrusts. 

His tip kissing your cervix. Eyes springing open, mouth agape, his fingers quick to fill the void. Aware of your consciousness his fingers plunged into your wet cavern, your tongue quick to coat them. Body wreathing as he pistoned his hips further and further into your core.

"That a girl. Suck them." His tongue giving the lobe of your ear a languid lick before he inched his fingers deeper into your wet cavern. Quick to oblige, your mouth wrapped around his digits, tongue exploring their length as your teeth gently grazing his skin.  "You thought you could get away with this? Huh?" His other hand grabbing your jaw as he proceeded to slam his hips into you. His pace causing him to release low grunts against the small of your neck. "Thinking I wouldn't notice? I can smell that you aren't on birth control." He flares his nose and huffs his chest as he lands a light-handed smack against your cheek. His growls low, "I'm gonna fill you up real good. Breed you like the good little bitch you are. You'll like that won't you?" His point emphasized with an especially harsh thrust. "I'll bury my cock in your tight little pussy." He chuckles.

"Fuck do it please!!" Your cries filling the room, his pace reaching it's maximum. Switching positions he now has your back against his chest, his fingers plunged into your mouth, hands gripping your jaw he slams his cock into you. Your soft gags filling the room, his hips vigorously filling you with his length. His tip abrade with the walls of your cervix, his climax nearing, his grip on your jaw tightening. Your hands scratching along his forearms as he lightly slips a hand down to your neck. His grip putting you in a light choke. Rolling your hips against his, friction increasing tenfold as the two of you made a disarray of the sheets. Heads thrown back the two of you succame to the pleasure. Froths of white escaping your slit as the bunny emptied himself in you. 'Ahh fuckk babe." His groans weak as he gave a final weak thrust.

Releasing you the buck quickly dropped down to your core, his nose twitching as he tucked the pearly slick back into your heat, his tongue gently lapping up whatever he couldn't tuck back in. The slightly salty taste melting into his tongue, gentle slurps filling the room. "Guk, ahh relax I'm sensitive."

His nose nuzzled against your folds, your scent clouding him. "I'm almost done, let me enjoy this." He pouts, his tongue lapping against your folds, the wet muscle having a bit of texture to it. It's roughness tickling your sensitive core. "G-Gukk.." your hands lightly tugging at his coal locks. The bunny collecting the pearly liquid as he laps at your core. His lips carrying a glossy sheen to them as he lifts himself from your core and connects them to your lips. A light moan escaping you, the both of you sharing a languid battle of the tongues. The salty sweet taste of the two of you filling your mouth, the buck's tongue slipping a  pearly ball of froth into your wet crevice.

Blush dusting your cheeks, the pearly ball sitting on your tongue as the buck kisses down your neck, your hands leading his chin back to your mouth, a gentle squeak escaping your lips as his tongue spread your cavern and took hold of the pearly froth, the lewd cocktail sitting on his tongue now as he bit and pulled at your lips. His eyes lidded, ears drooped as he once again slid the creamy mixture back into your mouth. "Swallow it, baby." His voice thick and heavy, his lips glossy and swollen. His large thumb prodding your lip, smearing its remanence against your bottom lip. "You can do it, baby."

His gentle encouragement made your abdomen flutter. Giving a gentle nod you swallowed the snowball the two of you created. "Such a filthy girl." His lips pecked your cheek.

"Guk, when I first met you I  didn't expect you to be such a pervert.." a gentle rose dusting your cheeks as you averted your eyes from the cocky male.

"Hush baby, you love that I'm like this." His voice sultry as he gave a light chuckle, his forefinger and thumb delivering a loving flick to your nose. "Let's get cleaned up for breakfast." He smiled while rising from your body, not forgetting to give your clit a harsh smack just so he could watch the gentle nub twitch. You gave him a swat. "Jungkook! I told you I was sensitive!!" You hotly hissed, getting up from the bed marching over to the washroom.

"Baby I was just playing!!." He called out rushing after your, his hands pulling at the knob to the bathroom door. "Hey let me in, you know we always shower together!!" He whined, giving the door a light scratch as he stopped his foot against the floor as a bunny would.

"You can go a bath without groping me." You shot back, running the water as you slipped into its warm embrace.

"Babe!!! Let me in!!" He scratched at the door again, giving another stomp against the floorboards. His perky ears flopping against his face. A pout spread across his features as he gave up. The dejected buck stomped back to the bed. Tugging the sheets from the mattress he set them in the wash. "Always so testy." He griped. Ears perked once again as he heard a click coming from the bathroom door, like clockwork you came out from the bathroom in a towel. Quick to meet you the bunny pulled the towel from your body, once again spreading your legs, prodding at your core. A pout across his face. "I'll have to fill you again later." He pulled away.

You swatted him once again, "You can't just say things like that Guk!!" Slipping on a nightie, blushing furiously, lightly huffing your chest. "Go clean up Guk, I'll get started on breakfast."

The buck giving your ass a smack, his chuckles bouncing off the walls. "Alright, Alright." You smiled once he shut the door to the bathroom, shaking your head. "Such a dork." Putting your hair up, feet making their way down the stairs, you got started on breakfast. French toast on the menu today. Hips swaying as you began to cook, lightly humming a gentle tune as your hands mixed ingredients.  

As quick as the bunny had entered the shower he had exited. His large hands once again roaming your body as he rolled his dick against your hips. "Guk, relax let me cook. We also have things to talk about before I let you play with me again." You giggled, head leaning back resting against his chest.

"Talk about what?" The buck complained, nibbling on the straps of your nightie, his ebony ears folding back to show his annoyance.

You gave him a light swat, "What did I tell you about biting on my straps. You keep biting through them and then  I can't wear them. And I want to get you a job." You smiled at the larger male, his grip around your waist tightening as his ear twitched.

"I'm a hybrid though babe ... I'm practically a pet." He muttered, nuzzling into your shoulder. Your hands froze, quickly turning to face the male.

"I don't give a flying fuck." You voice crass as you gave him a harsh cuff over the ear, hoping to knock sense into him. "Has you being a hybrid ever stopped me from doing what I want?" Giving him a glare, "You forget that I own a whole conglomerate and I don't care whether or not you're a hybrid." Turning your nose, "If I feel like hiring you and other hybrids I can."

"But .. everyone else considers hybrids to be pets." He growled back, averting his gaze, eyes focussed on the floor.

"Those are the people who've never met a hybrid. Guk, you seem to not realize that there's a large number of people who view you guys as equals. Stop belittling yourself over being part bunny, just because you have ears and a cute little tail doesn't mean you don't feel and have a heart." You once again reassured the insecure buck.

Stomping his foot against the floorboards in agreement he kissed down your neck, scenting you. Your ovulation triggering his protective side. "Alright, Alright don't beat me over it." He whined in your ear, stealing a strawberry he took off, his tail twitching as he gave the corner a sharp turn. His eyes gazing over his gaming console and a paper bag sitting nearby on the coffee table. It's insides keeping the bags paper walls stuffed.

Curiosity eating the rabbit, he nosed around the bag as he picked it up, one ear flopped as he poked around the bag. Tearing the bag he opened it, finding coloring books, googly eyes, markers, and glitter glue. Buck furrowing his brows. Why would you have children's art supplies?

Looking over his shoulder at you he narrowed his eyes, not one to think too hard about things he tore into the bag of googly eyes. Finding their obscenely large pupils amusing, a not so bright idea gnawing at the raven-haired bunny. The male checking the backs of the plastic eyes, pleased to find see that they were stickers he got to work.  A devilish smirk tugging at the male's lips, sneakily he pulled himself from his boxers.

Checking your whereabouts, making sure you were occupied the mischievous hybrid stuck two googly eyes against the tip of his dick. His chuckles muffled as he bit them down. Getting up from his seat on the couch he stalked back to the kitchen, dick out, googly eyes giving his cock a personality of its own. His fingers giving a light tap against your shoulder. "Hey babe, look." He chuckled, his enthusiasm reminiscent of a child.

"What ?" You sighed, focus mainly on the stove as you flipped sizzling bacon.

"Look." He repeated with a Cheshire grin.

Giving in turning your head, eyes looking down to his penis. "Guk what the fuck?!"

"It's a snake." He proudly proclaimed.

Your cheeks a harsh crimson, you bit down a laugh, "What the hell take those off or I swear to god I'll never put my mouth on that thing ever again!!" You screeched, completely taken off guard by the bunny's oddball sense of humor.

The buns ears dropping, "So mean." He whined, before flicking the stickers off, tucking his length back into his boxers, "Why do you have those kids things anyways?" His voice filled with curiosity while he washed his hands.

"I have to watch my brother's son."

"Your brother?" Jungkook's ears perked, not really knowing much about your family. You didn't talk about them much knowing that Jungkook doesn't have much of a family unit and you felt awkward talking about yours in front of him.

"Yeah, Siwon has a son and he asked me to watch over him for a few hours today so I got some things to keep him entertained while I do some work for the company here."

"I can keep him entertained, I have some games on the Tv I can play with him."

"That's a big help too. I feel like Jung Soo will enjoy that." You smiled, pulling plates from the cabinet, setting the table. Jungkook pulling down glasses. His tail lightly twitching at your praise.

"He'll be coming over later so we have time." You giggled, setting the french toast on the plate. Bunny pouring glasses of juice for the two of you. Table set. The soft smells of syrup wafting in the air, the bunny quickly taking his seat at the table. His legs spread lap wide open as he pats his thigh. "C'mere." His voice light, syrupy goodness inches from him.

You furrowed a brow at the male, "Why?" Hands occupied, you doused your toast in syrup, a small spread of peanut butter on the edge of your plate for dipping.

"I want you on my lap." He bluntly responds, giving his lap another pat, he tugged on the hems of your nightie to pull you closer. His ears flattened a pout across his lips. Giving a sigh of defeat, "Alright." Picking up your plate you placed it next to his, bum in his lap the two you ate. However, there was no way the mischievous buck would let you be, just innocently sitting in his lap. He couldn't keep his hands off you anyways, but now that he's thrown in a rut his pawing increased tenfold.

His lofty digits venturing over the searing skin of your thighs. His fingers not wasting time with the commodities as they slipped under the hem of your shorts. Inching closer to your bud. His other hand happily holding his fork, as he ate. Buck having no shame as he continued to eat while his free hand was mercilessly flicking your sensitive bud.  "G-Guk!!" You bit your lip, trying to push his hands away only to get a warning bite on your neck. "Still." He growled, his tongue lapping over where he nipped you, "I told you I wanted you on my lap, I can't have you anywhere else while you're in estrus." His voice one holding authority as he continued his ministrations, "Now eat." He demanded, giving your cheek a gentle peck.

Understanding how much your cycle must be affecting him you heeded just this once. Letting the buck have his way, you continued to eat. Doing your best to not shove his skilled hand away from your delicate nub. Gentle huffs escaping you as he picked up his pace the more you squirmed, "You smell so good." He growled in your ear, "Fuckk" He grunted, his nose buried in the nape of your neck, his breakfast finished. His eyes wandering over to the syrup nearby. An idea popping into the young buck's head.

Your eyes following his to the maple syrup bottle, a burning sensation in your abdomen. "Guk don't you dare.." You weakly warned. His ears folding hack, his grin Cheshire as he leaned over grabbing the bottle. "Eat up baby, I want to experiment with you." He lapped at your ear, giving your nub a pinch to emphasize his point.

Stubbornness tugging, you remained still. No longer eating, giving a silent protest to the dominant buck, your lip trapped between your ivories as you tested him. "I don't want to get sticky Guk." You stated, trying your best come across with an essence of authority. His coffee browns seeing through you, lip curled he moved the plates aside. Quick to pin you to the table, he looked down around, his eyes skimming over the kitchen. His keen glare landing on a bag of zip ties, a foxy grin crossing him.

With an outstretched arm, the coal-haired male had no issues snatching the bag of zip ties. "I don't want to shower again!! I just cleaned myself." You whined, trying your best to deter the male's curiosity with no avail. His glare a cold one as he bound your  wrists together, voice gruff, "Take another one." He bluntly stated, lowering his head to your ear, "This time with me." He growling, giving your ear a nip.  He leaned back, keeping your legs wrapped around his waist he ridded you of your nightie.

"I really like this one." He commented holding the silk fabric in his hands, pads of his thumbs skimming over the fabric before he tossed it into an unknown corner of the kitchen. A gentle squeak escaping you as he smacked your breast. "I can't wait to see these filled up with milk. I'll have lots of fun fucking them then." He let out a bellowed chuckle, this forefinger and thumb rolling your nipple in his hand as he pinched the sensitive bud.

His other hand pulling down your panties, a growl escaping him when he caught a whiff of your scent. Ripping your panties from you, he lifted the fabric to his nose, inhaling you. His tongue lightly lapping at the pool of slick you gifted him. "You taste so damn good." he growled grabbing syrup, "Time to make you sweeter."

Wrists tugging against the confines of the coarse ties. Your whines of protest doing little to get your point across as your body writhed with pleasure under the wet muscle of the buck as he lapped stripes along your abdomen. "Gukk!!" You cried, goosebumps covering your skin as he stripped his wet appendage further and further till he reached the valley of your breast. His eyes lidded as he gave languid, wet opened mouth kisses to the underside of your breasts. His large hands grabbing the maple syrup, lightly he drizzled the thick maple onto the valley of your breasts, his tongue making work of the sugary drizzle.

His grunts echoing throughout the kitchen as he lapped further and further down your stomach his tongue dipping into the divots of your navel as he continued his journey down south. His tongue leaving a wet, tacky trail from where he has licked up the syrup.

His eyes lidded, "Fuck this is nice, you taste so sweet, baby. I even taste strawberry." He licks his lips looking down at you, his hands taking your legs leaving you spread eagle for his taking.  You blushed,

"I put on strawberry body lotion..."Your whimper light. His chuckles filling the room.

"Keep using it, I like the taste."

Giving a coy nod you diverted your gaze, too flustered to look at the male whom was between your legs ravaging your core. The young buck gathering an array of condiments to douse your body with, first, he reached for the sugar grabbing a small pinch he sprinkled the sweet particles on his tongue before dipping down and lapping at your clit. The sweet tastes of the sugar and your arousal creating a sweet cocktail in the buck's mouth. His eyes closed as he raveled in the flavor of you.

The sugary grains making his saliva thick and sugary as he messed with your bud. Buck lapping up the sweet mixture between your legs. His hands massaging your thighs, keeping them spread as he did his bidding. His tail giving a twitch as he pressed his length against your thighs. His cock still against your cushiony flesh.

"This is too good!" He growled as he pulled away from your rosebud. A lewd string of saliva connecting the two of you. Reaching for the sliced strawberries you had nearby he placed the thin pieces against your thighs. With caution he bit them off, leaving both a hickey and mix of the fruit’s juices. His lips swelling, his tongue lapping at the tumid flesh.

Young buck eagerly placing more of the fresh fruits along your body. Repeating the process of sucking and biting. Blessing your body with a hickies and wet kisses as his tongue lapped at the puddles his snack left behind. His eyes lidded, "You taste amazing, so fucking good, I could eat you forever, god I'm so lucky to have you as my bitch." He praises, pecking your lips, he reached over to your glass of milk, he dipped his fingers before dousing your breasts with he pearly liquid. His growls and groans echoing throughout the kitchen as he watched the liquid coat your breasts. Drops and trails traveling down your fleshy mounds.

Giving them a harsh smack the buck dipped down lapping up the creamy drops, tastes of sugar and maple flavoring the creamy liquid. His eyes darkening in color. "So sweet.." He grunted. "I bet the milk you make will be even sweeter. You'll let me taste you, won't you? You'll be a good bitch and let me fuck my baby into you? You'll let me milk you for every drop won't you?" He growled, giving your cheek a light-handed smack.  

Your mewls high pitched the more he growled those filthy words, your pussy twitching with anticipation. Your protests about the mess long forgotten. "Ahh!!" Your frustrated cry filling the kitchen. You wanted nothing more but to feel his cock spread your walls. To feel his tip kiss your cervix as he coats your walls with his seed.

"Answer me, bitch." He growled, biting your nipple as a warning for what to come if you didn’t comply.

"Yes, Yes, Yes!! I will let you, just please Guk. Fill me up I need it !!!."  You shouted, wrists pulling at the tough plastic of the zip ties. Back arched as you pleaded with the dominant buck.

"Such a good girl. Such good manners. Just because you said please." he smirked, lapping the rest of the milk from your breasts. Dropping his sweats he ran his tip along your slit, it's crown spreading your sugary folds.

His hips thrusting his length deep into you, your walls tightly suffocating his member. "So tight, I need to loosen you up hmm? Don't you agree baby?"

Furiously nodding your head, you gave your approval. Back arched, wrapping your legs around his waist, his hands keeping your hips in place. Arms crisscrossed over your hips he assumed position, latching his lips to your neck his rut took over.  Instinct driven he plowed through you, hips kissing yours, every touch accompanied with a lewd squelch. A hot mess of sticky flesh on display as he buried his cock in your sobbing cunt. Sticky bodies creating more friction as the two of you brushed against each other. Leaving the two you weak, moaning disarrays of lust.

Your squeaks partnered with his moans as the two of you embraced atop the kitchen table, ears pinned back he feathered kisses along your jaw and neck. Not leaving a single area untouched.The table's legs giving off creaks as the two of you picked up the pace, with an arm around your neck he gave a gentle squeeze. His light choking making your pants and moans breathy, his guttural groans clouding your head as the familiar coiling feeling of your orgasm reared its head over your abdomen. With his cock's tip relentlessly kissing your cervix and the grip of his hands around your neck, you felt your peak nearing. His eyes dark and lidded as he looked at you, his eyes holding lust and affection as he rammed into you.

He was intent on getting you pregnant, he wasn't just doing it because of his heat. No, he genuinely wanted to start a family with you. The thought alone filling you as your orgasm peaked. "Ahh G-Gukk, I-I !!!" Barely coherent with curled toes, your back arched your walls closed around him. Engulfing his cock in a warm embrace you released yourself around him. With a thrown back head, his nails digging into your thighs he came. His chest heaving as he used his hands to push your ass together as he released himself.

Hair sticking to his forehead, bottom lip ensnared in his ivories he gave your clit a loving slap. Dipping down he gave it a gentle kiss, your bud twitching against his lips. "Such a good girl." He chuckled, cutting the zip ties he kissed your forehead. "Give me a baby okay?"

You gave his arm a light swat, cheeks a bright crimson. "Hush... Help me shower." Lifting you from the table, with gentle arms he carried you to the bathroom. Warm water filling the tub, he set you down. However, not before he bent you over his knee, his cold finger prodding at his handy work, he slipped a plug in you. "I just filled you up and I don't want it going to waste just yet." He smirked fitting the plug in you snuggly. Giving your ass a love tap he set you into the warm water.

"Pervert." You hissed, head hot you slipped deeper into the tub.

"I'm trying to get you pregnant can you blame me for being cautious?" he countered as he slipped into the tub behind you, his arms snuggly wrapping around your waist. His jaw tucked in the crook of your neck.

"Getting me pregnant doesn't mean you have to make me a human snack!" You pouted, leaning against the rabbit. His chuckles echoing in the bath. "You liked it and you know it brat." Giving you a light smack he washed the two of you up. However not without lighting groping you here and there.

**

Two weeks passing since Jungkook's attempts to impregnate you, never one to give up he tried many times throughout the duration of his rut. True to his bunny nature he was sure to make his attempts multiple a day. With his rut passing along with your estrus he was back to normal. His constant pawing still a daily occurrence but not as extreme.

With nimble fingers and tired eyes, you glanced in the mirror, buttoning your blouse and flattening your skirt you could feel the gaze of the buck as he watched you from his seat on the bed. "That skirt is too tight!" He whined as he glared at the offending pencil skirt. His ears drawn back and lip lightly curled. His feet not failing to tap against the bed to emphasize his disappointment.

"Kookie, I always wear these types of skirts." You raised a brow, tights a light beige as you slipped on pumps, your ass eyeing him as he watched you apply your makeup.

"And they are always too tight!" He retorts, his black nub of a tail twitching as he nibbles on his bottom lip. Leaving the soft appendage of skin swelling.

"Kookie, all my skirts and pants fit like this." You rolled your eyes, "Anyways today I'll be holding aboard meeting with my branches and we will be ruling whether to let hybrids work or not." You smiled the buck looking back at you, his ears perked as he listened. His tail twitching. "Wish me luck so we win okay?"

He gave you a smile. "Good luck but once I start working there you are going to wear baggy pants." He pouts, "No one is going to see that ass in anything but baggy pants."

Letting out a giggle with the shake of your head you grabbed your bag, "I'll be back in an hour or so. I made breakfast already."

Not one to let you walk away his instincts kicking in he quickly latched onto you, his mouth leaving small marks on your neck, his scent covering you. His need to scent you. Even though he knew no one would be able to pick up on it because you worked with humans, but he still felt better knowing he had left his mark on you. "Mine." He growled.

"Yes, yours Guk."  Giving the buck a quick peck you made your way to work,

Hopes high, you strut your way down to the meeting, your aura confident. Slamming your stack of vanilla envelopes on the table you took your stance. Voice holding authority you pulled out all your cards, shooting down each opposing protest. With crossed arms and a leg slightly stepped forward you laid down your rules and strakes. With your conditions clear and all their questions answers, you were able to leave the meeting a victorious woman that day.

With your job finished you made your way back to the car garage. With your keys in your hands pointed at your car you pressed the unlock button. A familiar form seated on your car, in a grey suit and blue tie sat Hoseok. "What's this nonsense about letting hybrids work here?" he asked, getting into your passenger seat.

"Just what it sounds like, and it's not nonsense its reality." You sighed, "Why are you in here anyway?" Looking over at the handsome man, his eyeglasses not failing to catch you off guard.

"Well one, I work here too and two we need to talk about that night at the club. Three we need to discuss these files over either your house or dinner sometime." He stated, holding more of those wretched vanilla folders.

"Hoseok, what about that night at the club, do we need to talk about?" You sighed as you began to drive, trying to keep your focus on the wheel.

"What do you mean why do we need to talk about it? Don't be coy, you can't just grind on someone's dick and make out with them only to pretend that shit didn't happen. You even turned down my offer to use me..." Hoseok's voice trailing off as he growled lightly.

Making a sharp turn, "And who's idea was it to go club that night to go piss off Jimin? I don't recall it being mine Jung." Your voice cold but holding authority.

"So just because I suggested it doesn't mean I stuck my tongue down your throat without permission, you were just as much as willing as I was," he growled, fixing his glasses as he peered at you through your peripheral.

"Hoseok it was just drunken flirting." You left out a sigh, "I told you then and I'll tell you now I didn't mean for it to go as far as it did."

He left out a huff as his chest heaved, "Don't tell me that. Not when you know how I feel about you. Fuck it new topic." he growled, "Why are you pushing for hybrids to work at the company. They need the experience to run a business, and no offense but they are pets."

A low growl escaping you, "Internships, we can teach them. They aren't pets, they are practically human except for a few behavioral differences." Your harsh tone evident as you took your stance as you continued to drive to Hoseok's apartment.

Giving up on that fight the brunette tried again, "Well what about jobs? we don't have that many spots available unless we fire other employees." He shot you glare, "I don't want to think you'd fire valuable workers to hire hybrid interns I hope."

"Of course I wouldn't do that. I didn't say that we were firing anyone, we are employing some hybrids as we expand a new branch. Over the months we will hire more and more. Don't underestimate me, Jung, I'm no fool."

He scoffed, "Oh, really like a sane person would publically announce they are hiring hybrids into their million dollar conglomerate."

"Quite the jest huh?" Your tone cold, "Nothing is wrong with making a change, especially when it comes to hybrids, they need this." Your tone challenging, "Jung don't try me you won't win."

He laughed, "I love you I really do and this really is an eye-opener for me. The strong woman I used to admire now tripping over her royal garb the moment she got on her knees for a damn rabbit." He growls, "You may be a minx but you're also a fool. Tarnish the name you worked so hard to build for the sake of hybrids. Save the social justice shit for a blog and leave our stocks and name out of it. I love you but you are a damned fool for this plan. Hire hybrids and watch our company hit rock bottom. No one will do business with us, No one." With that shpeal, he exited your car carrying the vanilla envelopes as he trudged up to his apartment.

"Damned fool my ass Jung, nothing is wrong with what I'm doing!" You called after him before driving off, seething.

Unlocking the door to your apartment, kicking off your shoes you were greeted with the warm embrace of Jungkook. His ears tucked, a low growl emitting from the male. "Why do I smell Hoseok?!" His grip tightening, teeth latching to your neck.

"I drove him home, relax he didn't touch me we just talked about business." Giving his cheek a kiss of reassurance.

The buck shook his head, "Doesn't he have a car?" His ears twitching as he leaned against the wall. His strong arms crossed. "He doesn't need to pester you for a ride." growled the buck. His nose flared as he huffed his chest.

"We talked business. Anyways, we had the meeting today." You gave a smile excited, arms wrapping around the young buck as you gave him an embrace.

His hand rested on the small of your back, "And?" His voice hopeful, ears pinned he twitched his tail, lip quivered as he awaited your answer.

"Time to get you fitted for suits, we can't have you working in your boxers and white tee shirts." Giving his chest a light smack you pulled away. Eyes scanning the younger's face for a reaction.

The buck standing still as he processed what you told him. Ears now perked, a toothy grin crossing his features. "I get to work?!" His question a rhetorical one as he let a sigh of relief. His tail and thumps of his feet against the floorboards gave away his composure as he tried to conceal his excitement.

The mood light, you headed to the bedroom. "Let me get changed and you can help me cook dinner."  The buck skipping behind you.

"You'll let me watch right?" He asked.

"Watch what?" You giggled, as you pulled out your pajama shorts and tank. Letting your hair loose from the tight bun you had it wrapped in for work. Sore scalp relaxed as your locks spawled across your shoulders.

"Watch you." He smirked, "Give me a little show before dinner?" His voice deep as he took a seat on the bed. His legs widespread as they proudly displayed his bulge. Buck having no shame.

Lip quivering as you watched him, setting the nightie aside you slowly began to remove your suit jacket, nimble fingers unbuttoning your top. Your gentle mounds held up by a modest bra, it's cups doing your girls justice. Cleavage eyeing the buck.

His gaze heavy, teeth ensnaring his bottom lip, the buck lowered his sweats. His cock standing tall, his crown an angry red as it twitched under your gaze. Veins running along his shaft, his large hand wrapping around it as he gave gentle pumps. His eyes focused on you as you continued to remove your blouse. Discarding the silk blouse you began to unzip your skirt, the soft grunts of the buck filling the room as he continued to pump his shaft.

Your cheeks dusted pink as you watched his large hand work his thick girth, the image one you'll never forget. Hair sticking to forehead as he threw his head back, his ears laying flat against his disarray of coal locks. His free hand gripping the sheets as his chest heaved with pleasure. Knowing just what the buck wanted you strut over to him, giving his cheek a chaste kiss, you pulled him back from his euphoric bliss.

Unclasping the plain bra, you tossed it to an unknown corner of the room as you dropped to your knees. Sitting in your sheer pantyhose and thong, you pressed your breasts together, eyes carrying a sheen as you eyed the male.

His smirk growing as he chuckled, "You know me so well baby girl. I trained my bitch well." With a light hand, he gave your face a light-handed smack before he gripped his shaft once more. His tip beaded with precum he rubbed his crown against your soft mounds. The valley of your breast wet and coated, he slid himself between your fleshy mountains. His voice lighter as he filled the room his abrupt moans, his cock swimming between your breasts, his bottom lip swollen eyes dark as he looked at you. "Keep pressing those tits together baby." You obliged, pushing your breasts so that they sandwiched his cock even more.

Squelching sounds filling the room as he thrust himself between your breasts, ebony haired male moaning out in bliss. "Ah fuck, keep them like that! So fucking wet." He growled as he bottomed out, his cock spreading your breasts as he continued to bury himself in them.  Your eyes lidded as you watched him come undone as he fucked your tits. His groans louder as he continued to chase his high.

"Do me a favor and open that pretty little mouth for me. " His eyes dark as he eyed your mouth, his free hand thumbing your lips, he spread them, your tongue wrapping along his thumb as he pushed it into your wet crevice.  Your chest heaving and sticky, mouth opened you eyed the male. Tits pushed together you enveloped his cock. Trembling the male quickly lowered your head, ropes of thick cum shooting from his tip into your mouth. Closing your jaw shut, he growled, "Swallow it."

Nodding, you swallowed the salty-sweet mixture he gifted you. "Clean up baby I'll get started on dinner."

"Don't burn the kitchen down." You giggled, rising from your knees your legs wobbly. "Every time you're finished with me I have to shower. So messy." You pouted in a good manner.

The buck letting out a chuckle, "It's always better when it's nasty and you know it." He smirked, slipping on his sweats. "Now get cleaned and help me downstairs. You know I'm only good for cutting vegetables."

**

Two weeks pass, your scent stronger, the buck noticing a change in your scent but it wasn't one he could decipher. Something was different about you, but what it was he couldn't put his finger on it. You acted the same, you smelled the same but there was something slightly off about the sweet smell you carried.

The buck eyed you from his place on the couch, his ears flopped as the Iron Man movie he had on became background noise. Your hair tied into a bun as you typed away on your laptop. Fingers clashing with the keyboard. A constant clicking sound filling the apartment. Glasses sitting on your face, the buck continued to blankly stare at you. Something was off and he was determined on finding out on what it was.

His eyes glossing over your glasses, a dirty thought invading the mind of the buck. He knew you weren't one for messes but he very much wanted to cum on those glasses. The buck continued to eye you, his gaze traveling over your hoodie and sweats, the coffee you had sitting in a nearby spot giving off a hint of hazelnut in the air. He could only imagine how warm and sweet your lips tasted, he watched you nibble them as you worked.

A knock on the door tearing the buck's gaze from you. "Get the door Guk?" Your voice monotonous as you continued to type. "Alright." He got up from his seat on the couch and trudged to the front door swinging it open, he pinned back his ears in eager as there in the threshold stood Hoseok and Yuki. The brunette bunny hybrid standing behind him holding a stack of manila envelopes.

"The fuck are you doing here?" Growling the buck menacingly as he crossed his arms. The brunette male clambering past him, hanging his suit on the rack nearby.

"What does it look like rabbit, I'm here for work," Hoseok grunted, his voice gruff as he walked over to your dining room table, taking a seat next to you. Yuki shyly setting the envelopes down taking a seat next to him.

Jungkook growled and huffed his chest, he quickly took a seat next to you as he glared down the human male who challenged him.  Your fingers tapping away, "Hoseok would you mind getting started as I finish typing up this?"

"Sure Hun." He smirked getting to work, grabbing an envelope he clicked his pen and began scribbling.

"Don't call her that." Jungkook huffed, his arms crossed as he glared knives at the brunette.

"And why not?" Hoseok tested as he continued to scribble on the documents in hand.

"Jung drop it." You intervened, as the buck tensed. Not liking where this was going.

"I wasn't doing anything, just asking him a fair question." Hoseok shrugged, Yuki lightly clinging to his arm, her ears pinned back. A tense atmosphere present.

Closing your laptop you grabbed your stack of documents, "Guk mere," You smiled, grabbing an extra pen for him. "I'm going to teach you how to fill these out. I'd be good for you to learn since you'll be starting work soon."

The brunette male scoffed the second Jungkook took up a pen, the buck curling his lip and pinning his ears. His foot violently tapping against the floor as he took an aggressive posture.  The female doe, cowering at the menacing aura your buck gave off. "You're really trying to teach a pet to do paperwork. That's a new trick I haven't seen yet." Snarled Hoseok.

You gave a deep sigh, "Hoseok shut it, get this paperwork done."

"This pet can beat your ass though, fucking try me." Jungkook threatened ears pinned back, Yuki letting our a shaky breath. The poor doe feeling the full extent of Jungkook's rage as it was her natural instinct to cower when a dominant male becomes aggressive.

Hoseok's gaze darkened, "Keep him on a tighter leash."

Jungkook growled, "That's it, motherfucker." With that, the buck lunged for the brunette his ears pinned back as he dragged Hoseok to the ground. The two males in a fury of rage, fists flying, and curses filling the apartment as the two rolled around, the buck landing heavy hits on the brunette but the brunette aimed for the buck's soft spot. His ears. The brunette landed a few heavy hits on the base of the buck's ears causing the buck to retaliate even more as he hissed out in pain.

Yuki, crying out running to take cover behind you. "Get them to stop, please don't let him hurt Hoseok!!" She cried out, tears flooding her cheeks. Panic filling your being as you watched the two men brawl on your apartment floor. Getting up from your seat you ran over, keeping a safe distance you cried out, "Jungkook off of him. Now!!!" The buck hearing your cries of distress looked up, his nose picking up on your scent clearly now that you had gotten up.

A sweet milky scent that flashed memories of a nursery through his mind. You were pregnant. That's what was different about you. The need to fight leaving him, the instinct to care for you taking over, he lifted himself, limping over to you he buried himself in your neck. "H-He has to leave." He grunted in pain, ears pinned back as they twitched in pain.

Yuki quick to run over to Hoseok as he laid on the floor, his chest heaving and his nose bloodied. "Seok! Seok!" She cried, nudging him. You felt a sense of pity as you watched at the poor doe fret over her asshole of an 'owner'. You could tell, from woman to woman she truly loved him. Yet, all Hoseok could see was her being a hybrid, he didn't look past the exterior. You wondered why she stays with him, why she deals with him constantly handing her off other bucks when her heats come around, or why she deals with his constant comments about her kind.  

You turned your attention to the buck nuzzled into your neck, "You okay babe."

He groaned, "A little bruised up and my ears hurt, but that's not important right now." He looked at you, keeping his arms around you in a protective embrace he pecked your lips. "You're pregnant."  You paused before letting out a squeal. "I am?!" The buck buried his nose into your neck, "You smell of milk. We did it."

The brunette gasping from the floor as he looked up at you, "Y-You joking right?! You know how I feel about you..please say it's a joke. " His voice pained, but the pain was not from his injuries, this was pain from the heart. You looked at the doe holding him in her arms, her ears flattened as she wore a pained expression.

"Yeah, she's pregnant and with my kits."Jungkook growled, "Mine."

Hoseok looked at you with a broken expression as he laid in Yuki's arms, gathering your courage you spoke, "Hoseok I can't reciprocate your feelings because I have someone who's precious to me and even if I didn't have someone who was precious to me even then I wouldn't love you back because it wouldn't be fair to her. The one who's had her eyes on you, loving you even though you don't even notice her when she's right under your nose."

Hosoek furrowing his brows, Yuki looking you in the eyes, her eyes teary she bit her lip looking away. "Time for you to leave Hoseok." Yuki carefully supporting him lead him out. With him leaned against her shoulder she stood in the entryway to your apartment looking back at you, she gave you a smile. Without making a noise she mouthed, 'Thank You' before exiting the apartment carrying the brunette.

With Hoseok gone you peered over at Jungkook, he was little bruised and scraped. "Did you really need to fight him?"

The buck huffed, "He's had it coming for a while now."

You couldn't deny that letting out a sigh, you dragged the buck to the bathroom. Getting the first aid kit you disinfected his wounds, eyes peering up at the buck. "Don't do anything like that again, please. You really scared me." Your voice shaky as wrapped the buck's knuckles, kissing them. The buck leaning down to peck your lips, "I won't, not with the little one on the way."

The buck never failing to make you blush.

"All the fucking paid off after all." He commented.

You choked, letting out a squeak, "Hush!!!" Getting up you looked over at him, relieved that he can still joke. "Come I'm teaching you how to fill out those documents and then I'll make dinner."

**

Months passing since then, you were now well into your pregnancy, your belly round and breasts full as you were in the midst of your third trimester. Yet being pregnant didn't slow you down, much to Jungkook's disdain you continued to work.  Jungkook now worked at the company the young buck a quick learner picked up on the in's and out's of the company and now it had become second nature to him.

He never failed to visit your office during a break, and his pawing was even more intense during lunch. The buck had an ever watchful eye on you, he would intimidate any hybrid male who dared to look your way. His scenting increasing tenfold the further along you were with the pregnancy.

The clock ticked as each minute neared closer and closer to lunchtime. Breasts painful as you typed away. "Fuck, this hurts so much." You cried out, eyes peering over at the clock. Deciding to start your lunch break a little early you pushed your work aside, reaching for the pump you kept in your office. Leaving the door locked, no one could enter except for Jungkook as you had given him a key, your unbuttoned your breasts, carefully pulling out your swollen breasts you began to pump.

Letting out a relief sign as the pain began to go away, eyes closed you leaned back as you continued to pump. The jiggling of the door handle causing you to open your eyes as the buck entered. Right on time. He let out a low growl seeing you.

"Is mommy sore?" He asked, setting lunch down on the table by the door of your office, he walked over to your desk sitting down it, his ears pinned back as the suit-clad male took off his jacket rolling up his sleeves. His tongue swabbing the inside of his gums as he looked at you. "I am." You sighed, "Sore and frustrated." You smacked your lips.

"Mhm," He hummed, as he unbuttoned your shirt further, removing the pump form your sore breasts, "Will you let me help with that?"

Never one to turn the buck down you gave him a nod of consent. Quick to please, he carefully switched places with you, letting you sit on the desk he hiked up your skirt, he mouth quickly latching onto your puffy nipples.  His hands lightly cupping your sore mounds as he sucked, his light kneading making the creamy liquid flow from your breasts to his tongue. With light grunts he suckled you, the sweet taste driving him over the edge. Your head thrown back, "F-Fuck, so eager."

His suckling continued as he unbuckled his trousers, his erection standing tall as he rubbed it against your slit. His tongue abusing your sore numbs as he continued to suckle, being mindful of your belly he adjusted his position so that he could enter you with ease.  With a firm grip around the male's shoulders, you slid onto him, a light mewl escaping you.  His girth stretching your walls as you tightened around him. The buck growling as he gave your nipple a light bite, a small trail of milk trickling down his chin as his eyes darkened. "Fuck mommy, so round and sweet. So tight!" He moaned as he began to move his hips.

You hands moving to his hair, tugging on his tresses as he gave you slow, cautious stroke, his mouth busy sucking your swollen teets. The more he sucked the more relief your breasts got. "Mommy tastes so fucking sweet." He growled, his cock piercing you deeply, his face buried in your breasts. "Fuckk! Deeper!" You whined, arching your back as you lightly bounced on his cock the deeper it slid in you.

Obliging he picked up his pace and thrust his hips deeper into your core, his grunts low and muffled as he continued to suck the sweet pearly liquid from your breasts. Your cries filling the office, raising a hand to your mouth you lightly bit it order to muffle yourself. His hand trailing down to your clit he gave it gentle rubs, his cock kissing your cervix the deeper, "I bred you so well, such a good girl. Fuck mommy you spoil me with your sweet little cunt."

"I-Is that so baby boy?' You squeaked, your hands tugging more on his tresses, your climax nearing the deeper he pierced you, desk wobbling as the two of you continued. With shaky thrusts and one last moan, he emptied himself in you, his tongue swirling around your swollen nipple. His thumb fiercely rubbing your clit, his cock lightly thrusting in you deeper. With those final actions, you were thrown over the edge your walls tightly clamping around his cock as you came. Your cries filling the office as you lost yourself in your climax.

Buck doing the cleaning the two of you looked at the clock, "We don't have much time to eat now." He chucked.

"And who's fault was that?" You retorted

He gave you a smile as he fixed your clothes, cleaning the desk thoroughly before setting down your lunch. "Not mine." he jokingly lied. You gave him a light swat. The two of you seated at your desk while you ate lunch, a light knock on your office door.

"Come in." You called out.

Entering your office was none other than Hoseok, the brunette now healed from his run-in with your buck, his head held proudly as he set more of those wretched folders on your desk. Jungkook pinning his ears back giving off a low growl at the male. "More documents from the other branch as well as other applicants." He said nothing more before walking out, however, the brunette's sleek appearance and calm composure didn't deter your eyes from noticing the hickies on his neck. Normally that wouldn't have caught your attention, however, it did.  Soley from where on the neck they were placed, the hickies decorated the back of his neck close to the lobe of his ear.

The same area Jungkook placed his. You let out a little giggle. "Seems like the little doe made her move." Jungkook relaxed once the brunette left, "Yeah you're telling me, he stinks of her."

You furrowed your brows, "You're saying before that wasn't the case?"

The buck shook his head, "Before he smelled of shitty cologne like I could smell her but the smell wasn't strong, her smell wasn't there to warn off other hybrids. But now?" He laughed, "Now he fucking wreaks of her and that smell is definitely there for a reason.  

You smiled, "Maybe they're together now?" You rubbed your belly as you continued to eat.

"Most definitely."

**

You stared up at the plain ceiling of the hospital, it's bright lights a little blinding as your legs were spread. The doctors, nurses, and Jungkook, giving you encouragement their shouts mixing together as they told you to push.

The buck tightly grasping your hand, nuzzled into your neck as he comforted you. "Push, Push for me, push for the little one."  You squeezed his hand, your chest heaving teeth clenched as your pushed, your bottom half sore, and the feeling beyond painful but you continued on. No one to back down or take breaks you pushed on. Jungkook counting to keep you focused, "One, two, breathe." He continued voice shaky as he squeezed your hand, "One, two, breathe."

You pushed, your cries bouncing off the walls of the room, the doctors urging you to push. "Almost there, the little one is crowning!! Keep pushing you are almost there."

The buck's ears perking, "You hear that babe?! The little one is almost here. Our baby is almost here." He chimed.

You growled, "Once I deliver this baby you better run, it's your fault I'm lying here!!" You cried out in pain, giving a few more final pushes, your energy spent. Your ears greeted with the loud cries of a child. A sound so pleasing to your ears.

The doctor holding the new life in his arms, "It's a boy and by the looks of it he takes after his father." the doctor chuckles while handing him off to Jungkook. The nurses patting the child down. The little one crying, small grey bunny ears atop the baby's head, a small grey tail decorating his bum. Shaking Jungkook took the child. "L-Look at him." His lips quivering, "Hi there I'm Daddy." he smiled, rocking the child he set the young one in your arms.

"Meet Mommy" He smiled, the small child having Jungkook's features, the little boy quickly latching himself to your breasts, his little mouth eagerly suckling. "Relax little man, no one is gonna take it away from you." You giggled, "I love you so much already."

Doctors and nurses leaving the room the three of you remained. "We made this." The buck smiles, kissing the top of the kit's head.

"Our little family." You smiled, your thumb weakly caressing the child's cheek.

"What will we name him?" Jungkook questioned, his head slightly tilted. His large hand holding the child's tiny one. "Ji Tae?" he suggested.

You didn't oppose, "Welcome Ji Tae."

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~Meet Me In The Hallway~

Chapter 27- Homecoming

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"Come on, Angel! Open them up. Let me see those baby blue eyes, baby." I could hear the chuckle he was suppressing at his 'joke.'

I was playing a game where I was still sleeping although Harry knew the minute my breathing had changed and pounced.

"Melly, I can tell you are awake. And my mum made me baked French toast. Baked! Baby! They are like pudding for breakfast, and I really want to eat them, but I can't leave without you." He was lying beside me our fronts facing each other. I'd woken up in the night to him sprawled all over me once. I'd woken up to him a second time sleepily searching for my skin. His lips had fitted below my ear and he had gently kissed me. The kisses had deepened to a suck and then he was roving over the back of my neck and the shoulders completely uncovered by my tank top. When he gripped the loose bun I had my hair in and pressed hot lips to my panting mouth, I'd given in.

I hadn't let him touch me before bed in his mum's house, not the way he wanted to.

The meeting had gone well and we had got on immediately. Anne told me her favorite book was 'A Tree Grows in Brooklyn' and I'd told her I'd actually brought it on tour, because it was my favorite too and we had been off.

"It's odd that both of us identify so intensely with a girl from a totally different time and place than both of us." I'd wondered aloud.

"Maybe it just means that be both are empathetic and see beauty everywhere!" She surmised and squeezed my shoulders.

Gemma had told me all about her new position with Lush and since cosmetics was obstensibly my job, we had lots in common too. We were gushing about shampoo bars and k beauty products and when she mentioned a haircut she wanted. We were both showing each other pictures moments later and then she was pulling my braid out and playing with my hair.

Harry had sat on the couch with his step dad and talked quietly and looked over often, totally pleased with the giggles he was hearing.

Before he left for stage, he had come over to hug me close. I stiffened for just a second until I melted against him like a ice lolly on a beach sidewalk. "Mum likes you!" He sounded happy and relieved and I wondered if he had been hiding his own nerves at this clash of emotional titans in his life, but pretending to be chill to alleviate my nerves. "We can stay there tonight, not the hotel?"

I realized then, that he was gonna go back with me, if things didn't go smoothly. I swallowed the butterflies in my throat so they were back at home in my belly for this boy and nodded.

When we left the arena, I rode with the family, squashed between Harry and Gemma with his hand playing with my fingers on my thigh. It was the most touching I'd tried to allow in his mother's house. It was mostly a losing battle with Mr. octopus but his across my shoulder and his heart on my sleeve seemed to be ok.

His mother had kissed both of his cheeks and one of mine when she sent us up to bed, not a word indicating she expected me to sleep anywhere but with her son. I'd been gathering my things to change in the bathroom when he had smoothed his hands up my back and kissed the skin just below my occipital notch. It was his favorite part of my neck he had told me one night. "I like that my nose presses deeper in your hair. It always smells lovely." He'd said, and I'd swooned. He caught me.

That night he started there with an agenda. "Can we pick up where we left off at the hotel?" His hands were on the hem of my dress and he was shimmying it up. My neck was rolling around to the beat his lips had set, but I still had some wits about me.

"No, H! I've gotta go change!" I'd thrust the t-shirt and shorts in my hands up knocking one is his paws off my hip where he had ridden my dress up.

"Good. Let me help," he murmured putting his thumbs in the hip sides of my panties and releasing them down my legs.

I'd widened my knees to keep them on but had given Harry the wrong idea with that as his hands found my dampening core. "No, baby, we can't here."

"But you're already sodden." He pointed out, like that ended the discussion.

"Yeah, obviously," I moaned while he rutted his cock between my now bare ass cheeks. He'd bent me forward over his childhood bed and was going down to his knees when I remembered myself. I stepped forward and let my dress fall from where is was bunched at my waist and turned to him. "We can't do it at your mum's"

"We did it at yours." He was breathing heavy, his chest going up and down like I wished I could be. My favorite ride in the merry go round.

"That's different! I just met—"

"I'd just met them, Angel! And your dad gave me the evil eye the next morning. You were loud."

I fish mouthed at him, and he mocked the face. "I didn't mean to be!" I gawped.

"I know, you're not used to being quiet. You never had to be. Didn't sneak around when you were young and lived with them. Used to us having our own hotel suite to scream down. So, you just let it out."

"Well that convinced me!" I tried to push passed him to the toilet to change.

"No, I love it!" He caught me. Hugging me to him and I could still feel his hard length against me. "I like making you noisy and that you never learned to control it. I don't want you to."

"You are not convincing me to let you touch me!" I stomped to the bathroom.

I came back to the bedroom to his cheeky smile and him posted up in his bed. He took my hand and pulled me over him to straddle his lap.

"This is not happening," I promised him, I pecked his lips and he tried to keep me in place while I slithered off him to lay down away from the dangers of his lap.

He pouted and that bottom lip had magical powers, but the idea that his mom might hear me, because apparently I had volume issues, was terrifying enough that my arousal was waning. I figured it would keep until we were back in a hotel home.

It didn't, when he sleepily began loving on me, I was no longer aware enough of our surroundings to stop him. So, I didn't.

We had been with one another in what I thought at that time was lots of ways, most of my forays into the sexual void had been carried out in a bed or shower. Also, there was that one time on the couch. it was usually before or sometimes after a show. We had never made sleepy love where we were too tired, or in this case, not alone enough, to make the conscious decision to. Our bodies made the decision for us in the bed Harry spent half his adolescence.

Maybe the smell of me in his nostrils and the warmth of my body pressed to him woke a deeper part of him. The romantic in me liked to think so. That one part of him he wasn't always in the know about still knew about me. And I recognized him in this way too. I liked to think that he made his way into me that night as an acting out of or inner selves need to connect after an important day for our relationship. Cementing our places in each other's lives, hearts, and families.

Harry's mouth found the sweet spots on my neck. Those pieces of me directly connected to the sweeter spots lower down and hidden by my shorts. His arms were already around me, one in the depression between my neck and shoulder, the other slung over my side lying waist. When his mouth migrated across my upper back and over my neck, his hands were headed home too. They found their respite underneath my sleep shorts in the hearth of my body and beneath my tank top near the heart. My shirt was pushed over my breast as he clutched them with clumsy warm fingers searching for a peak. We hiked to find the peak together and my shorts were pushed to my feet where I shuffled them off. He guided my thigh over his own and pressed home to a warm welcome. It was slow, and felt like it could last all night, just a slow dance nobody wanted to end.

All slurred kisses and dreamlike stroke, lyrical, syncopated and slow. Until we reached the top together without even a conscious decision or will to find it. We followed our bodies entwining trail to the pinnacle of each other and fallen softly off it to be buoyed back by the mattress beneath us and nod back off while our bodies disconnected themselves without severing the links in the chain that wrapped us together.

Did I wake up? Really? During the the sleepy fuck he gave me, I'm sure it wasn't a dream, as I lied there pretending I was asleep while my whole body colors in a blush.  It was no dream. At least not in the literal sense; I can feel a tenderness between my thighs. Though my body gratefully accepted him every time, I was never able to disregard his presence thereafter. His size and vigor left a mark. I relished the reminder. I felt like the most willing hostage, though I was a little embarrassed that I could so surely say no and be vetoed by my own bodies' need for him.

"Angel, wake up. I don't want to go without you. I can't leave while you are holding me like this."

My eyes pop open then.

"Ah! There they are!" He smoothed a hand over the bags under my sleep heavy eyes.

"Who's holding you?" I look between us and he leaned over me. If anything it was like he was holding me down to the bed.

"Well, I don't wanna go anywhere else, least not without you." He dimpled. "You may as well have tied me down." He put his wrists together like they were manacled and some hidden knowledge surfaced in my brain of such a thing, and I bite my lip and blush at the image accompanying it. His tongue licked the side of his grin, the smirky side and I pushed his knowing face away.

"Nobodies holding you by anything but your hormones!"

"Well, you excite those! So look what you've done!" He splayed his hands wide in a ta-da.

I pushed away his smug face. He knew he was cute and that I wanted to tie him down, figuratively of course. I started to get up and had to dig beneath the blankets to find my shorts. I blew out my breath at how unsinkable our attraction could be.

"You're a randy fucker, ya know that?"

"Well, those two things go together yeah?"

"Shut it, mate!" I pulled on a jumper to go down to feed his other insatiable appetite. "Well, let's go find your French toast. Pudding for breakfast, honestly, Niall is right. You have the mentality of a five year old!"

I put my hands on my hip when I see him silently shaking with laughter. "Well? I thought you were hungry?"

"Um, you may want to..." He trailed off and flicked his finger at the side of my neck. The one he was ardently attending to in the long watches of the night.

"Harry!" I admonished before I was even sure if I knew what he meant. I ran to the bathroom across the hall hearing his laughter ring out behind me. Sure enough, there on my neck was a large purple mark in the shape of his stupid puffy ass lips.

"How am I supposed to face your mother?" I said flying back to the room to find him giggling on the bed. Here I was happy that the love we had made was of the quiet variety, but his parents would know what we'd were up to, no-soundtrack needed, because he had provided a strong visual for them. They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Harry had made a miniature of his lust on my neck.

"You could." He took a huge gulp of air while he tried to compose himself. "Cover it up," He finished dissolving because he knew that wouldn't work. I picked up a pillow and begin to beat his face in with it.

"How? It's huge!"

"I wasn't trying to!" He scrambled up and grabbed his own pillow coming over the other side of the bed to give me a couple waps back. "I was asleep!" He giggled.

"You were awfully handsy for a sleeping person Harry!"

I screamed as he tackled me down, throwing the pillow to the side after a rather solid whack to my shoulder.I grabbed for his discarded bag of feathers and used both hands to hit him with pillows as he tries to tickle me through the fray.

"You can wear a sweatshirt!" He guffaws, and I'm thinking that just may work when I realize it's too late.

Gemma bursts into the room. "What the hell are you two up to?" She asks, though there is no explanation, or way to cover my neck without making the situation even more awkward.

"Harry Edward Styles! Get off that poor girl!" His mother's voice sounded more northern than I've ever heard it. And Harry obeyed like the instinct to listen to his mother has been so well-bred into his bone he couldn't deny her decree.

Immediately, he stood up and gave her a simultaneously cheeky and contrite. "Morning Mum!"

And left me on my back, on his bed, with my jumper rucked up from his squirming fingers and my shorts smushed, hair a bedraggled mess and worst of all, uncovered hickey on my neck. With the image it conveyed, she may as well have walked in on him giving it to me.

I Swallowed my substantial embarrassment to stand  up and see Harry's pink face, Gemma's suppressed laughter, Robin's smirk from the hallway and, in a lovely turn of events, a soft look on Anne's face. I must have been beet red, a lingering side effect from the tickles I could never get him to stop going for, but mostly from the fact that I was humiliated.

"Harry." There was an edge to Anne's voice when she spoke. "Go downstairs and make your girlfriend her tea and a plate while she cleans up the mess you made!"

It felt like a hug and I saw a glimpse again of where the deep well from whence Harry's considerate nature sprung. She didn't actually touch me, but that was maybe because she could tell that would make me want to retract even further into my shell. They all left quietly and I sat on the bed and put my face in my palms trying to find the guts to head down to breakfast. I was humiliated. Why yes, I just had sex with your son under your roof, now serve me food Mrs. Twist.

A soft knock sounded at the door and Gemma came in when I bid her to. She handed me a sweatshirt.

"Here." And it dawned on me that it would cover my vampire bruise.

"Thanks!" I smiled up at her like she'd given me a warm mug after a cold day.

"Course." She was near to the door when she said "Don't be embarrassed. Mum's likely to blame it all on Harry. He's a cheeky ass!"

"I'm sure I didn't say no." I chuckled under my breath at myself.

"Yeah, well, nobody can tell him those words. He's an insufferable brat, but charming and lovely, and he is so loyal and fierce about the ones he loves!" She smiled to me and I could tell she included me in the number and headed down the stairs.

Insufferable brat he most certainly was, but all mine.

And now everybody in our world knew I was his too.

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Slàinte mhath

Minerva & Severus are one of my brOTPs, so here is a ittle something from the beginning of that, for the lovely @deathdaydungeon who planted the seed of the idea in my head ages ago...

It’s Halloween, once again, and – just like last year – spirits in the castle are high; it’s been a year of uncertainty, of uprooting and unearthing corruption in all levels of government.

It’s been a year.

A year, since the world lost that bright spark of vivaciousness that he had once clung to in hope of something better.

A year, since threatening darkness was defeated – not vanquished, he is not foolish enough to believe that the Dark Lord would have no safeguards in place; there are whispers, and clues for those who know how to look.

A year of mourning.

Looking at the pumpkins that Hagrid has grown – each one carved with a different face, and flickering with candlelight – Severus Snape sips his coffee. Black as night, but oh, he wishes it was laced with any number of concoctions he could whip up.

Later, he probably will; he knows himself well enough to realise that the bottle waiting in his chambers is like as not going to be empty come morning.

But perhaps he will sleep, perchance dream.

Azkaban stole his dreams – Occlumency helped, but Azkaban was the final nail in the coffin.

Later. He’s still got that bottle from Narcissa – French liqueur is horrid, but it’ll get him good and plastered – and Severus almost looks forward to it, terribly sweet taste and all.

If only to get him through the cheer of the day; does no one care that their peace was bought with blood? Her blood?

He can feel McGonnagall’s eyes on him; she, at least, seems subdued in the face of the festivities, her mind as far away as his own.

 “Would you visit me this evening, Professor Snape?”

The question is not a request, and stops him dead in his tracks as he tried to sidle out of the Great Hall after pretending to eat his dinner.

“As you wish, Professor,” he replies, nodding stiffly. She always makes him feel like he’s in for a reprimand, even more unnerving than spending any length of time with Bellatrix Lestrange – the comparison would make both women shudder in disgust, he knows, and the image is almost enough to make him smile – but Professor McGonnagall just dips her head slightly in his direction.

It is as good as permission to flee.

He has had several of these ‘visits’ over the past years of teaching; Professor McGonnagall either wants him to fail, and keeps a close eye on him to ensure she knows the moment it happens – or she wants him to succeed, sharing small tips from her own experience.

Severus has still not decided which agenda is the truth, and he has to admire the Slytherin-esque way she plays her little game, even if he is determined not to let her see him rattled.

But why did it have to be tonight? Tonight, when his heart is at its most raw and bleeding, when he cannot ignore the heavy weight of guilt hanging around his neck?

 “Have a whisky.”

It’s dry, and bafflingly unexpected, but the offer seems genuine. Severus stands, stunned, in the doorway of the sitting room; he’s been here before, has sat stiffly on the tartan couch that matches the tartan wound around her hat – Professor McGonnagall always wears the pointy hat when she’s teaching or in an official capacity; he wonders if she believes it makes her more witch-like. Severus rather thinks it makes her imposing, even more so than the stern bun in her hair, pulled back tightly; the hat makes an already tall woman taller, and McGonnagall never seems to slouch, which means he can’t, either, his posture as proper as Lucius’ in her presence.

“Merlin’s Beard, lad,” she sighs, exasperated, and Severus realises he’s been pontificating about hats and postures for far longer than it is polite to keep standing. “I’m not intending to poison you, Severus.” Jumpily, he moves towards the cabinet – of course she wouldn’t, whatever her agenda is, McGonnagall is not an underhanded murderer. She might transfigure him into something – a pet, perhaps, if so, he hopes for a snake, though knowing her it would happen in a fit of pique and he’d end up being a miniature lion with a tartan collar. Severus shudders.

Opening the cabinet, he falters for a moment; it’s nothing but whisky, and he honestly has no idea what she’d want him to serve. A few names are recognisable – from the liquor shop, nothing more – but he can’t help but feel like he is being tested and failing. Grabbing a pair of glasses – that, at least, he knows is necessary, even if he’s still mystified by the purpose of offering him whisky instead of the ever-present biscuits – he searches through his memory, trying to remember any instance in which he has overheard Professor McGonnagall mention a preference for whisky.

He wishes the bottles were biscuits; he’d have a chance, then, to pick the right one.

Blindly, unnerved by the silent judgement he feels, that piercing gaze striking him right between the shoulder blades – he wants to hunch over, make himself unnoticeable – Severus reaches out, his free hand closing about the cool neck of a bottle.

“Interesting choice.” Professor McGonnagall is inscrutable as ever, nodding at him to pour.

The glasses are too full, he thinks, his famed steady hands and measuring eye failing him as a more-than-healthy measure fills each tumbler.

Strength of will stops his hands from shaking when he hands one to her.

“Slàinte mhath.” Holding up her glass in a toast, Professor McGonnagall downs at least half of her drink at once.

“Slan-gy va?” he tries, even though he knows his tongue can’t twist that way – he may have learned proper British, and grew up with working class English, but he’d never even met a Scot until he came to Hogwarts. The whisky burns his throat – preferable to Narcissa’s liqueur, at least – but the smokiness nearly kills him.  

“Slàinte mhath,” she repeats, chuckling at his inept attempt. Severus scowls. He doesn’t like being laughed at, even less than he likes feeling wrongfooted. “We’ll work on that,” she adds, and he thinks he sees an almost-smile on her face.

“You wished to see me,” he asks, putting the glass down on the small table and taking a seat on the tartan couch; Professor McGonnagall rests in a tall wingback chair, studying him in a way she has not done before, not even when he was s student called to her office.

Severus stops himself from fidgeting, suddenly wishing he had not abandoned the whisky – his glass looks so far away.

“It has been a year of great change, Professor Snape,” she replies, turning the glass in her hand slowly, the amber liquid forming waves up the sides, running back down lazily. “Next year promises even greater ones; but that is not why you are here.”

“Why?” He has a feeling he ought to know, but he is still surprised at her response.

“Because she was your friend, and tonight is the anniversary of her death.” Leaning closer, she pushes his glass back towards him. “I have studied you – in meetings with the Order, at Hogwarts, during our… guidance sessions – and I… drink your whisky, Professor.”

It is not an answer, but he’s beyond certain that he does not want to hear her state the reason aloud – he can guess, easily enough, she must have known of their friendship, at least at school.

Severus drinks his whisky, forgetting the burn until it hits him again, making him double over coughing.

“Laphroaig is possibly a bit too strong for a beginner,” Professor McGonnagall says, kindly ignoring the steaming eyes of her guest. Severus wheezes. He thought he had tried strong liquor before, but this… amber firebrand … is something else. “I would recommend a Talisker, next,” she continues. Severus stares, but Professor McGonnagall’s attention is entirely absorbed by the contents of her glass, her head tilted back in obvious enjoyment as she pours it down her throat, smacking her lips lightly.

“You… want me to drink whisky?”

“Talisker, lad, it’s on the bottom shelf – might be hiding, a bit, got a bottle from my cousin…” Professor McGonnagall trails off, her raised eyebrow as effective as an actual command.

Severus is on his feet before he realises it, suddenly feeling slightly lightheaded from the first glass. Finding the bottle marked Talisker – it still has a small card tied to the neck – he pours again, slightly less awkward. One finger, each; looking at McGonnagall, her eyebrow twitching minutely, he adds another splash to both glasses.

“These are both from Islay, a small island off the coast,” she says, studying her glass, “Islay malt is the best for smoky whiskies, lad, peaty soil. Mind that.” Severus just nods, dumbly, sipping his whisky. It’s still smoky, but also sweet, and less burning as it slides down his throat. “Of course, I prefer Lagavulin if we’re talking Islay, but Talisker is better for virgins.”

“V-virgins?” Severus splutters, trying to convince himself he misheard her. Surely, she’s not implying…

“You’ve never had proper whisky, lad, clear as day,” Professor McGonnagall interrupts his thoughts smoothly, her form not even wavering as she makes her way to the cupboard. “Means I’ll have to train you right, of course.”

Severus isn’t quite sure how he went from slightly-tolerable-colleague to whisky-drinking-protégée, but he’s beginning to feel nicely mellow from the drink; perhaps the latter option isn’t so bad, after all.

His drink has been refilled.

“Speyside Balvenie. Sweet.”

He likes this one, something almost citrusy in it.

Severus is not quite sure when he lost his shoes, but the tartan couch is supremely comfortable – as is the tartan blanket that seems to have magically appeared – and he no longer remembers how many whiskys he has tasted, trying to discover his favourite. He’s not sure he can still taste them, really, but McGonnagall doesn’t seem to care.

“Sláinte mah!” he exclaims, carefully not sloshing liquid gold down his fingers as he raises the glass towards the ceiling. They’ve been toasting things for some time now, magic, whisky, poetry – McGonnagall taught him a naughty limerick, so they had to toast limericks, and Severus felt quite proud he remembered one his Da once told him; it made McGonnagall laugh, which felt like some sort of victory. She cheers; he’s getting better at the Gaelic toast, even if he still can’t pronounce it throatily enough for her.

“To Oichne Shamha, and those who have gone before us,” McGonnagall says, her voice rough. “Slàinte mhath.”

Severus turns his head, but her eyes are closed, no tears caught on her lashes. Still, grief lines her face, and he thinks he would see a row of faces if he dared dip into her mind – temptation beckons, but Severus resists, feeling strangely honoured to be included in what he suddenly realises is a private ritual; Samhein, after all, being the night of the year where the veil between the living and the death is thinnest.

“Slàinte mhath,” he agrees softly, red hair moving with the flutter of a breeze on a summer’s day in his thoughts as he empties his glass. Lily. Slàinte mhath, wherever you are.

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The Pyramid Chapter 1

Requested- Yes

Anon- I was wondering if you can do a smutty fanfic involving Luke and Ashton with a girl, any name will do.  Their daddy af, so it’s a smut full of bdsm, chocking kink, daddy kink, etc.

Pairing- Ashton irwin & Luke Hemmings & Sierra Larson

Words- 1870

The ring of the alarm clock was enough to drive anyone insane. Luke always set it on the shrillest volume. Sierra leaned half out the bed and whacked the snooze button as Luke rolled over and snuggled in to her back, still half asleep.  This boy could sleep through a thunderstorm.

"Luke, alarm," she reminded him gently.

"Mmm," he murmured against her neck.

"Luke you have an hour before you have to be in the studio," she giggled as his lips tickled her neck.

"Uh huh," he mumbled.

That did it.  She rolled over so she was on top of him with her legs astride, grabbed his wrists and pinned his arms at either side of his head.

"Time to wake up," she scolded.

His eyes were open now.  An oasis of blue looking up at her tinted with a hint of darkness.  He smirked.

"Look at you trying to be the boss," he chuckled.

She let go of his hands and sighed in content as he sat up with her in his lap and slid his hands under the back of her t-shirt, stroking the dimples above her panties.  Actually it was Ashton's t-shirt originally but she had claimed it a long time ago.  Luke moaned seductively in to her neck and squirmed a little, letting her feel his morning wood firm against her core. Sierra bit her lip.  She wanted him.  She always did but right now he had to get ready.  Studio time was expensive and Ashton was flying in from Australia today.  She needed to get ready.

"I so don't want to share you tonight," Luke whined.

She leaned back and took his face in her hands.

"You two never want to share.  Didn't your parents teach you that sharing is caring?" She teased.

"Well then Ashton and I must care a heck of a lot for you."

"Mmm hmm," she mumbled.

He brushed his lips against hers and she could taste his morning breath.  It wasn't minty fresh but it wasn't unpleasant either.  Her hands snaked around his neck and her fingers tangled in the soft curls that hung to his chin.  She loved his hair like this and she loved to play with it.

He removed his hands from under her t-shirt and rested them on her hips instead.  Sierra squealed as he suddenly lifted her and spun around, trapping her on the bed beneath him as she had previously done to him. His lips found her neck and roughly sucked the skin there and she let out a soft whimper that seemed to encourage him further.

Oh the way his mouth felt on her skin.  She could melt in to this.  She could lose herself entirely in the bliss that was Luke Hemmings worshiping her body. She almost did and then she came to her senses and gently pushed him back.

"Luke the guys will be waiting.  You need to go."

"Fine but I'm telling Ashton that he doesn't get you to himself tonight.  I wanna finish what I started."

"Remember what I just told you about sharing?" Sierra giggled, shaking her shoulder length brunette hair out her face.

"I remember and if I have anything to say about it then Ash and I will both be caring for you a lot tonight."

He winked and she shuddered in excitement then watched as he strolled in to the ensuite, his broad naked shoulders reaching up to fetch his towel off the hook on the door.  He turned to shut it behind him and smirked as he saw her watching.

"Like the view Miss Larson?"

"Always," she giggled.

He shut the bathroom door and she flopped back on the pillows and grinned to herself.

She loved that boy so fiercely but she loved Ashton too and she couldn't wait to have him home.

It wasn't a conventional relationship.  Most people said it wasn't a relationship at all.  That just showed how far equality still had to come.  But she could face the bad press and the fans labelling her a slut or a two timing whore.  It was worth it for her boys.  And the people that mattered understood.

She slid out of bed and grabbed her robe and slippers.  It was the height of summer here in LA but the last few days had been nothing but rain. She made her way to her own room and grabbed her reading glasses and her book.  She was currently reading "the beauty myth" and she loved it.  It resonated well with her bad*ss, feminist agenda.

She turned the lights on as she made her way downstairs and through to the kitchen.  They had a chef that they could call at any time but she'd lately got in to cooking and baking and they hadn't needed him as much.

"Luke," she muttered to herself, "coffee, one sugar, splash of milk and two pieces of French bread."

She turned the coffee machine on and let it get to work.  Before it had finished filling the jug she replaced it with a large mug, let the mug fill and then swapped it for the jug again.  She sipped the coffee in the mug as she set about making enough French toast for Luke and herself.

Her phone began ringing just after she had put the toast in the pan.  She took a large gulp of coffee and grabbed it.  Ashton. Butterflies formed in her stomach and she put her mug down and answered her phone.

"Hey!"

"Hey babe.  Just checking you and Luke are awake.  I didn't interrupt anything did I?" Ashton checked.

"Nah Luke is in the shower and I'm making French toast."

"You had coffee this morning?"

She rolled her eyes.

"I've just made myself a cup."

"A cup or a bowl?"

She could hear the judgment in his voice.

"Ashton!"

"I'm serious Sierra.  Too much of that crap isn't good for you."

"I'm aware.  I promise I'll limit it to six cups a day."

"Two cups," he counter offered, "and actual cups not that ginormous thing you call a mug."

"Five cups and I stick with my mug."

She heard him chuckle.

"You're impossible you know that?"

"I do know that.  That's why you love me."

"It's one of the reasons.  Would be nice if I didn't have to monitor your food and coffee intake so you don't die of a caffeine and sugar overdose though."

"Fine I'll go down to four but that's as low as I go."

"I'll take what I can get.  Luke gonna make it to the studio in time? I'm here already and Calum is about five minutes away.  Michael won't be long too."

"He'll make it.  I'll make sure he does."

"Great."

There was a pause for a second.

"I've missed you princess."

"I've missed you too," Sierra replied.

"No I've like really missed you.  All of you," Ashton mumbled, emphasising the "all".

Sierra giggled.

"Mr Irwin are you trying to tell me your horny?"

"So fucking horny," he whispered in confirmation.

"Why are you whispering?"

"Because I'm in the studio and there's other people here.  Look I don't care if I have to share you tonight alright? Just so long as I get you.  Two weeks with nothing is two weeks too long."

Sierra smirked.  Between Luke's friskiness this morning in bed and Ashton's clear desperation she was starting to feel mischievous.

"Well I can hardly say no to that now, can I daddy?"

She could almost see his apples Adam protrude as he gulped.

"Did you just say-"

"What? Daddy?  I may have."

"Sierra Larson you are seriously unfair," he whined.

"You and Luke in the studio all day aren't you? I hope I don't get lonely and start without the two of you."

That did it.  The desperate Ashton vanished, replaced by the kinky Ashton.  She was never sure which side she loved more but kinky Ashton was definitely the sexier of the two.

"Just try it princess.  Your daddy's will punish you big time.  You wait for us you got it?"

His voice was still a soft whisper and yet somehow it sounded so demanding.  She loved it.

"What if I want you to punish me?" She teased.

"Ugh! Fuck girl you are so gonna pay for this tonight."

"Hmm we'll see."

"What's going on?"

Sierra jumped as Luke entered the room behind her.

"Um Ashton is-  I was just."

"Sierra give the phone to Luke now," Ashton barked.

She blushed and handed her phone to Luke.

"Ash wants to speak to you," she mumbled.

She knew she was screwed now.  Ashton would tell Luke what she was doing and the two of them would no doubt hatch some plan to punish her.  Not that she could complain about that.  Punishment wasn't painful so much as really hot and sexually frustrating.  She just hoped they didn't withhold orgasms from her.  That was delicious and yet so torturous.

"I see."

She turned redder as Luke spun around to face her, one eyebrow arched.

"Yes.  I'm up for that," he smirked.

She almost melted as she listened to the two of them conspire over the phone.

Luke chuckled suddenly.

"Count me in.  She needs to be taught."

Oh god.  Taught? She shouldn't have teased Ashton.  What had she been thinking.  Now she would have to go all day wondering what the pair of them had planned.  Pondering over what they would do to her when they got home.  Wondering alone was going to drive her crazy.

"Yeah I'm just gonna grab my breakfast to go.  I'll call you from the car," Luke said before hanging up and placing the phone on the counter top.

Sierra took his French bread from the pan and placed it on a plate, waiting for him to say something.

"Can you get me a ziplock please babe? I should really get on my way."

She frowned.  He wasn't going to say a single thing about the phone conversation was he? Damn it.  What did Ashton suggest that Luke seemed so keen on? What were they planning to do to her?

She silently got the ziplock bag from the drawer and put Luke's bread in it.

He took the coffee jug and poured some in to a travel mug.  Then he screwed the lid tightly and took a sip before reaching out and taking the bag from her.

"Thanks babe.  We'll see you tonight.  Love you."

He picked her on the lips and headed for the door.  At the last second he turned and looked back.

"Oh and Sierra?"

She looked at him.

"Yes?"

"You may wanna wear some sexy underwear today."

He winked and then he left and she stood in the middle of their kitchen trying not to convulse.

The promise of the two of them at the same time was hot enough but the idea that they were plotting to punish her was almost enough to bring her to her knees.  She clung to the counter as she finished her first cup of coffee and then she looked around at the messy kitchen.  She needed to pull it together.  There was lots to be done before her boys came home.

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Chapter 6: Slipping

“You’re going to stop trying to get me pregnant too.” Cassi giggled as soft kisses were being placed on her plump behind.

It was early in the morning and the couple just finished making love. Well for her it was more like sex, but for Saint he was connecting with her physically and mentally. She had a way with her body that no other female he came in contact with had. To make matters worse Cassi knew what she was doing. When it was just the two of them she made him feel godly, and like what he had between his legs was magic, black magic that sent secret messages to her brain. It was all apart of the game she played, and he had no idea about it.

“I can’t help it. The pussy be soooo gewd a nigga be forgetting I’m hitting it raw.” He chuckled,  taking an open palm to her ass.

“When I put that ass on child support you better be singing the same tune.” She laughed, letting him roll her over on her back and sliding between her legs.

“You trying to get me pregnant now and I don’t have a ring on this finger.” She raised her hand, and moved her ring finger back and forth. “How I know it’s real?”

“I don’t take care of you? I don’t treat you like a queen?” His face was more serious than his voice.

Cassi laid there quiet.

“Aight then. Better stop playing with me girl.” Her silence was the only answer he needed. They both knew what he did for her, and the pedestal she sat comfortably on. Saint leaned down, and pecked her lips. “I’m hungry.”

“You want your favorite?” She caressed his face.

“You already know I do.”

They connected lips once more, and then he rolled on his side of the bed.

Cassi slid off the bed, and grabbed her robe out of the closet. She walked out the room, and headed down the hall to the kitchen to whip up loaded french toast, eggs, and hot sausage.

TEN MINUTES LATER

The aroma from the kitchen was traveling into the room, and only made Saint hungrier. He knew that the food had to be nearly finished by now, but was going to stay in bed until she called him. It was still early, and nothing entertaining was on TV besides reruns that he didn’t feel like watching, so the TV ended up on some random movie. His undivided attention was on the movie until the bed started vibrating. At first he thought it was his phone, but when he found the rose gold IPhone he saw that it wasn’t his.  

Zeus 😄: Good morning beautiful

Zeus 😄: You miss me?

“What the fuck?” He whispered to himself.

Saint could feel his blood boiling. He knew the two of them were friends, but to text her that early in the morning as if Cassi was his girl infuriated him. The angel on his shoulder was telling him to calm down, but he couldn’t. He jumped out of bed, and glided down the hall.

“Good morning beautiful, you miss me?” His face emotionless.

“It hasn’t been that long.” She chuckled, facing the opposite direction.

“Nah, I ain’t the one missing you. It’s this nigga Zeus texting sweet shit in the fucking morning.”

The moment his name collided with her eardrum she was cursing herself out in her head. How could she be stupid enough to leave her phone in the bed? She needed to gain her composure quick.

“First calm down, and second I’m sure he meant to send that to someone else.” She turned the stove off and faced him.

“Fuck all that shit he know who he texting. Open your phone, and let me see the thread.” He offered the phone towards her.

“I’m not doing that. You don’t trust me? Really Saint?” Playing the victim was her go to plan, because what was inside that thread he wasn’t going to be able to handle.

“Open the damn phone and i’ll tell you.” He stared her down.

Most of the time it was hard for him to put his foot down with her, but he knew how Zeus operated from what Azure went through.

“You can tell me now because i’m not doing that shit.”

Cassi not opening her phone was making him more suspicious.

“What the fuck you got to hide? Something obviously with this gay ass smiley emoji next to his name. You got me fucked up Cassi.” He placed the phone down on the counter.

Saint wanted to trust her, but something wasn’t sitting right with him. If it was nothing he had no problem apologizing once she proved to him that it wasn’t nothing. Instead she let his suspicions heighten.

“The food is done asshole.” She rolled her eyes, turning back around to make plates.  

“I lost my appetite. Go feed it to the nigga that misses your ass.” He made his way back to the to the room.

“Are you serious right now?”

Her response was the bedroom door being slammed.  Cassie dropped the spoonful of eggs and picked up her phone.

Cass 👅: Why the fuck would you text me that.  Saint seen that shit, and now he’s pissed. Thanks a lot asshole.

After she sent that text she erased the thread, and blocked his number. There was too much evidence in those messages. The bedroom door opened back up, and Saint came around the corner fully dressed.

“Where you going?” She questioned, looking him over.

“To go get something to eat. I need some fresh air.” He grabbed his keys off the coffee table.

“Bye.” She said carefree. Arguing with him this early in the morning wasn’t on her agenda

As much as he wanted what she cooked he needed to teach her a lesson. Hopefully she was going to get it.

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It was around two in the afternoon when Hazel pulled up to Razor Cutz, the barbershop Zeus worked at, with food and a couple things she needed to get off her chest. Zeus was like her brother, so when she needed somebody to talk to about Roman she went to him for advice. He was an unbiased and neutral ear that would tell her if she was wrong in the situation. However,  Azure was her blood sister and what happened to her the other night at the club was unacceptable. Things, women, baby mommas, hoes needed to be put in place and he was the one who needed to do it.

“Hey yall.” She waved and smiled at the other barbers in the shop. “Not you tho. We got some shit that needs to be handled and addressed.” She pointed at Zeus.

“What this clown do now?” One of the barbers joked.

“Mane, shut ya ass up.” Zeus laughed, motioning for her to come to the back with him.

The two walked to the back of the barbershop, and he closed the door behind them. He knew what she was coming to chew him out about, and even though he handled it already he was going to take it like a man.

“Curry goat, rice and peas?” He took the bag of food.

“Yeah, my momma still be looking out for you.” She rolled her eyes.

“She a saint forreal.” He opened the container, and let the aroma fill his nostrils up.

After everything that had happened between Zeus and Azure, her mom still made sure he was taken care of. They’d been together so long he had become apart of the family.

“You know who’s not a saint, Azure. You need to get your baby mother in check because shit like that can’t happen again. It won’t happen again.” Her voice was stern, and the emotion her face portrayed was severe.

“You’re right, and that’s why I took care of it already. AZ won’t have to worry about her anymore.” He said reassuringly.

“Good, because come time for my dinner I don’t need any drama to pour out onto the table.”

“What’s this big dinner for again?” He asked before stuffing his face.

“It’s a surprise.”

In reality the dinner was put in place to be the night they revealed that they were pregnant.  Hazel wanted to cancel it after the miscarriage, but Roman suggested they still did it to have a good time. It took a minute for her to agree, but she finally did. Now they were using the dinner as the time to reveal the new house. She prayed and hoped that they were on good terms that day. Things had been chaotic in their household, and she wasn’t sure how they were going to recover after this. Marriages weren’t easy and they took some fighting to stay afloat, but this seemed like it was either going to make or break them.

“Also, Azure will be there and she already said she doesn’t want no parts of you, so don’t go thinking you’re going to weasel your way back in, because it ain’t happening. Your baby mom’s fucked that up for you.” That was one of the reasons why she invited the both of them, and her plan had already failed.

“I wasn’t going to mess with her regardless. I’m just going to apologize, and keep it pushing.” He lied, knowing he planned on seeing if she’d do dinner or a movie with him.

“Nope, I’ll let her know because you stay doing other shit.” She chuckled, reaching in her black leather MK bag for her phone.

A couple weeks back Hazel started to get these weird text messages regarding her husband. The first time she didn’t pay it any mind, because she just thought somebody was playing on her phone. It didn’t become a pressing matter for her until they started sending pictures of him. She couldn’t wrap her mind around the riddle, or figure out the encoded message behind it.

“Look at this.” She pulled up a message, and handed him the phone.

Unknown Number: Is your husband as ride or die as you think? You might want to question him about some of the company he keeps.

Zeus furrowed his brows at the message. He had no idea what the person could have been talking about.

“What you think they talkin about?”

“That he’s cheating. What else could it be?”

Zeus laughed, and shook his head. “Women always go straight for cheating. Trust me, that man loves you and he aint fucking no other bitch.”

“I don’t know, we been at odds for a minute now.”

“About what?” He looked at her with confusion. They seemed to have the perfect relationship.

“Family stuff.”  She thought about bringing him in on the miscarriage information, but didn’t want to deal with those emotions again. Everything about the situation she was still healing from, and each time she brought it up she broke down.

“Ohhh, mane you talkin like it’s deep shit that y'all can’t get passed. You two will work it out.”

Zeus always congratulated Roman on being able to stick with one woman, and be faithful to her. He wanted that for himself, but the one he wanted didn’t want anything to do with him. When he was with Azure he had it good. She was everything that he ever wanted in a women, but he let temptation shatter it, and didn’t realize it until after jail. Jail turned him into a new man, and he wasn’t going to give up on her just yet. He had a couple things up his sleeve.

“I hope you’re right, but you good?” She asked, standing up. Hazel had some work errands to run.

“Yeah, go handle your business sis.” He assured her she was good to go.

“Alright, stay outta trouble.” She walked by him, and patted his shoulder.

“Ya know I’m a feign for it.” He laughed, finishing off the rest of the food.

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Cassi’s day had been horrible, and it was all because a man got comfortable. Zeus was a good lay, but it seemed like he let that cloud his judgement this morning. She hadn’t been able to reach Saint all day, and that was something she wasn’t used to. Usually he would throw a fit,  and come home, or call her within thirty minutes. This wasn’t like him, and it made her feel uneasy. All she wanted to do was tear a hole into the side of Zeus’ face with her words of fury.  

She drove into the city just for him. Knowing him he was the last person in the shop, so interrupting his business wasn’t going to be a factor. When she pulled up she sat out front to make sure nobody else was inside. Everything looked good, so she exited the car with anger plastered on her face.

“Nigga are you dumb, or just fucking stupid?” She walked into the shop with no positive introduction.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He looked at her, taken back by her approach.

“You know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about. Why text me some shit like that knowing damn well I have a man? You’re a pro at cheating and being a fucking side nigga so you should know the damn rules.” She wasn’t aware of how furious she actually was.

“Hold the fuck up. Don’t bring your thot ass up in here talking crazy at me, because your dumb ass was sloppy with your shit.” He was irritated.

“Thot? Who the fu-”

“You bitch, fuck else I’m talking to and go ahead and say some more reckless shit so I can hurt your feelings some more.” He stared down at her with the intent of doing so already. “You can play this shit with that scrub, but dont bring your ass in here talking to me out the side of ya neck like I won’t violate.”

“Fuck you Zeus.” She was surprised by what he was saying.

“Your hoe ass already did that. How you fix your lips to talk about anybody being a pro cheater? Your whole relationship is a fucking cheat. That nigga was the first to wife you up instead of passing you along to the next, and you too dumb to realize it, so niggas like me come and catch a nut because the pussy is decent, and the head is good. You fucked around, and let him see the message that’s on your ass. You forget the shit I did for your ass?” He paused to stare her down to let the question sink in.

“Yeah…” He voice was as tiny as a mouse.

“Yeah! I killed for your ass, and fucked up my life and didn’t snitch on you. So if I want to text you, call you, hell even pull up and tell you to bring ya ass outside I can do that. Because wasn’t nobody else gonna handle that nigga after he put you in the hospital, and almost killed ya ass.”

Cassi was the reason Juan was dead. She was dating him, and sleeping with Zeus at the same time. When she ended up in the hospital, face rearranged, in a coma, somebody had to do something and he stepped up to the plate. When she finally woke up she set him up, and instead of meeting her he met the end of Zeus’ barrel. That wasn’t his main chick, but he had a soft spot for her. There were multiple times he regretted doing what he did, but right now was the icing on the cake and it showed him that she didn’t appreciate what he did for her.

“Take ya ass the fuck home.” He waved her off, and went back to cleaning up the shop.

Cassi was shocked at the verbal abuse she received. Her body was numb and she couldnt move until he told her so. On her way out the door tears streamed down her face. She hadn’t felt this low in a long time, and didn’t think she could ever feel this way again. Her hand was shaking as she tried to place the key in the ignition. Finally, she started the car and sped off almost hitting a car coming from behind her.

The car wasn’t the only thing she missed. The man in all black who heard their entire conversation was missed as well. He’d been following her for some days now.

“Yeah, Lena I think you might have to pick up his old girl.”

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When it came to dating, I thought it was never going to happen for me. It seemed like everyone else was light years ahead of me. I hadn’t even kissed a girl yet.Meanwhile, all my friends had already lost their virginity. They had girlfriends. It was like things just magically happened for them, without even having to try. They didn’t have some special knowledge or skills, but somehow they managed to hook up with girls and get into relationships.When I asked them what I was doing wrong with girls, all they could say was, “I don’t know, just talk to them. Stop making a big deal about it.”That wasn’t very helpful.The more I tried to figure out what I was doing wrong, the less answers I had. Was something wrong with me?That was the best explanation I could come up with. It felt like everyone in the entire school was hooking up, except for me. Even the freshmen seemed to know something I didn’t. The more I thought about it, the more I was sure… there had to be something wrong with me.Girls probably thought I was weird. Or ugly. Maybe both.“I’m probably going to be alone for the rest of my life,” I thought to myself.It was depressing. I wanted to experience all the things my friends talked about. I wanted to know how it felt to kiss a girl. I wanted to feel close to someone… someone who wanted me.As time went on I found ways to make myself feel better about being alone.“Some people just aren’t meant to find love… and I must be one of them.”It was hard to accept, but that was the only explanation that made sense to me. This was who I was meant to be: a loner.Once I accepted that I was going to be single for the rest of my life, I stopped stressing out about the fact that I didn’t have a girlfriend. I was still embarrassed that I had never even kissed a girl, but I stopped worrying about when it was “going to happen” for me.I finally had the clarity I needed: it’s not going to happen.So I got on with my life. I went to school, played video games, and hung out with my friends.I didn’t know it at the time, but letting go of the internal pressure I had been putting on myself to find a girlfriend or even hook up with a girl was the best thing I could have done. It changed my behavior. I stopped agonizing over girls and started enjoying life more.That’s when things got interesting.A few months later I met a girl named Mandy. There was nothing special about the first time we met. She smiled at me, I smiled at her. She told me her name, I told her mine. That was it. Nothing special.But then I saw her again. I remembered her name. She remembered mine. We made small talk about the weather and school.And then, for a split-second, I noticed something different about the way Mandy looked at me. She held eye contact with me for just a second longer. It was as if she was looking into me and seeing who I was. And she liked what she saw.Or maybe I was just imagining things.Love wasn’t going to happen for me, after all.I hadn’t forgotten my place in the world. I owned it and was okay with it.A few months earlier, I would have been completely entranced with Mandy. I’d be thinking about her constantly, wondering if she was going to be “the one.” I’d be anticipating the next time I saw her, imagining what I would say, playing out dozens of possible conversations in my mind.But those days were behind me. Admittedly, I was curious about her… but I refused to let my emotions get the best of me again. So I pushed any thoughts of Mandy out of my head and stayed true to my path: the path of a loner.And then she turned my entire world upside down.The next time I saw Mandy our conversation started out normal, as usual. At this point I was really comfortable talking with her, so I was caught up in whatever we were talking about when out of nowhere, she flirted with me.She said I had a cute smile. I was completely caught off guard and didn’t even know how to react. So I froze up.My mind was going a thousand miles an hour. For months I had been telling myself that I was going to be forever alone. I had even gotten comfortable with it. Mandy flirting with me completely blew up my newly formed identity of “the loner.” I didn’t even know what to say.Luckily, Mandy didn’t seem to mind that I was incapable of speaking. She smiled and said, “See ya around,” as she walked away. All I could do was stare at her in complete disbelief.I wish I could say that this is the part of the story where everything changed for me. I wish I could tell you that I overcame all my reservations and swept Mandy offer her feet. But you have to remember, I still had no experience with girls or dating!Needless to say, I ended up completely blowing my opportunity with Mandy, but that’s not the point of this story.I’ll explain why this series of event was so important, just stick with me.All of that happened about 12 years ago.This morning I woke up next to my girlfriend, Tasha. The light of dawn peaked through the blinds of our apartment. I yawned, stretched, and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. She stirred, groaning playfully as she pushed her butt into my groin.Within minutes we were having morning sex. There’s something about starting the day with passionate sex that just puts me in a great mood. Afterwards we cuddled for a bit, and then she made breakfast for us… French toast and bacon.Every day feels like I’m living in a dream. Tasha is everything I ever wanted in a girlfriend: smart, funny, and incredibly sexy. And she plays video games. She is my dream girl in every sense of the word.But this isn’t a dream. We’ve been dating for three years and living together for the last two. Our relationship is strong, our sex is out of this world, and most importantly, we’re deeply in love.We talk about spending the rest of our lives together. I mean it and I know she does too. We have big plans for the future, and we're working on those plans together.I’m not sharing all this to brag, actually, I’m here to help.I want to help the guys out there who are in the same position I was so many years ago. I remember what it was like, feeling like no girl wanted me, feeling lonely… and even convincing myself that the rest of my life would be like that.I was wrong.It took years of trial and error. When you don’t have someone to show you the way, dating is incredibly hard to figure out. Once I got past the confusion of how to talk to girls, and actually started going on dates, it didn’t get any easier. There were thousands of other questions and problems to figure out.It took years of trial and error, but eventually I was able to master dating. In fact, by the time I met Tasha, my life was at the level where girls were actually pursuing me. Yes, you read that right, girls were pursuing me. And not just any girls, the same ones that most guys dream about. The same ones I used to dream about.My goal is to pass on as much knowledge as I can. This knowledge doesn’t involve tricks or manipulation, it’s all about becoming the best version of yourself. The lessons I have learned the hard way, through rejection and heartbreak, can be passed on, but only to the right people.The problem with dating advice today is that it’s always focused on the tactics. How to get a girl’s number. How to slide into her DM’s. How to make your profile look good. Some of these tactics will work in the short run, but they don’t give you what you really need.What you need is a solid foundation to build on.If you’re tired of reading about tactics, tired of feeling like nothing is working, or tired of feeling alone… I can help.If this sounds like you, then you have to understand one thing: patience is key.Amazing things don’t happen overnight. They happen over time, through persistent effort.This first piece of knowledge is the blueprint for the foundation, but you’re the one who has to build. If you’re serious about doing something, you have to be ready to put in the work and see it through to the end.This is life-changing stuff, but only if you’re ready to change your life.When you’re ready…Part 1: Let go of any agenda or expectations you haveYou may not realize it, but girls can feel your energy.Have you ever been staring at a girl from across the room, only to have her turn her head and catch you?That was no coincidence… she literally felt you looking at her.Now that you realize girls can feel your energy, ask yourself, what kind of energy are you currently projecting when you talk to them? Is it good energy or is it weird energy? Are you calm or are you anxious?Going back to the story we started with, it was only after I started feeling good about being single that good things started happening for me. Letting go of trying to control the outcomes and more importantly, becoming comfortable with it, was a process of changing my internal energy. I was no longer projecting anxiousness and pent-up sexual frustration. I was at peace with myself.The experience with Mandy wasn’t a fluke. As time went on and I continued to date, I found that I had the most success when I did not have any expectations of what would happen. Letting go of my agendas and expectations with girls was transformative to how I interacted with them.As soon as girls begin developing physically they begin picking up on boys and men looking at them with sexual energy. By the time they are in high school, the energy is constant. Everywhere they go, they feel guys looking at their butts and their breasts… fantasizing about having sex with them. I’m telling you, they really feel it.So if you have an agenda to make a specific girl your girlfriend, or to lose your virginity by a certain age, the first thing you need to do is let that go. Those agendas and expectations manifest into your energy: how you hold yourself, how you speak, and how you look at girls. They will be able to feel your energy and trust me, those kinds of thoughts don’t help you.Let go of any agenda or expectations you have. Put them out of your mind and then forget you ever had them.Part 2: Focus on yourself firstIf you have invested a lot of energy into girls, you may be wondering where to shift that focus. The answer is simple: focus on yourself.When I was younger, every time I saw a girl I liked, I would get so nervous. I would try to think of something funny to say. My mind would be racing, playing out different conversations we could have. I wanted her to like me so bad.All my energy was focused on her, even when I wasn’t even talking to her. If I was in the same class as her, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I’d just sit there and day-dream about her until the bell rang.Once I stopped spending so much time thinking about girls, I stopped being nervous when I talked to them. I no longer felt internal pressure to think of something funny to say. I was finally able to relax and be myself.So how do you focus on yourself instead of girls?First, you’ll have to find a way to occupy your mind. Whether it’s reading a good book, playing video games, or hanging out with friends… you have to find ways to keep your mind active. Your mind wanders the most when you’re sitting around, not giving it something to focus on.These should be activities you actually enjoy doing, not just distractions. In the best case scenario, you’ll enjoy what you’re doing so much that you won’t even pause to think about girls. This is a very good place to be mentally.Next, when you catch yourself spending more than two minutes thinking about a girl, you have to stop yourself. This takes some practice, but once you get the hang of it, it’ll become second-nature. There’s nothing wrong with thinking about a girl, the problem is thinking about her too much. And before you have even gone out on a date with her, anything more than two minutes is too much. Stop yourself and direct your thoughts onto something else.Once you have successfully reduced the amount of time and energy you spend thinking about girls and redirected it into activities you enjoy, your energy will be completely different. You’ll feel good about yourself and your life.The funny thing is, by redirecting your energy onto yourself instead of girls, in the long-run this actually makes you more desirable to girls. It’s completely counter-intuitive, but that’s how it works. There’s a lot of counter-intuitive things with girls and dating, which is why so many guys struggle with it. Stick to this blueprint, really live it, and you’ll be miles ahead in no time.Part 3: Learn to love yourselfThis is where it gets really personal. If your immediate reaction to the words 'love yourself' are negative, that’s okay.I didn’t love myself for a long time. There were times when I even hated myself.I’ve looked in the mirror and hated the person I saw. I’ve cried alone in my room, wishing I was somebody else… wishing I had a different body, wishing I had a different face. I’ve been there.This might be the hardest part of your journey, and if loving yourself sounds impossible right now, that’s okay. Maybe love is too much to ask for right now. Let’s start small.We all have an internal voice. It’s how we think, how we solve problems, and how we look at the world. What does your internal voice say to you? If it says things like, “I’m not good enough,” or “I’m ugly,” or, “Nobody could ever love me,” then that needs to stop.It’s okay to challenge yourself to be better, but not at the expense of your self-esteem. Your self-esteem is at the very core of your personality. It’s how you think and feel about yourself.If your self-esteem is negative or non-existent, then that will come through in how you carry yourself. It will come through in the things you say. You might be able to mask it from others and pretend to be somebody you’re not, but deep down you’ll know the truth.The goal is to start changing your internal voice. Whenever you start telling yourself that you’re not good enough, not attractive, or anything else negative, you have to be able to stop those thoughts.This takes practice, energy, and patience. It’s like working out a muscle you have never flexed before. At first it’s going to be hard, but the more you keep at it, the stronger you’ll become.Once you start reducing negative thoughts about yourself, start replacing them with positive ones. Instead of focusing on what you don’t have, focus on what you do have. If it’s helpful, make a list of what you have, and then add to that list whenever you think of something else you have.Instead of feeling bad about what you are not, try feeling good about who you are. What do people compliment you on? Is it your intelligence? Your sense of humor? Your thoughtful nature? Whatever they are… those are characteristics that people like about you. Those are things to feel good about.Learning to love yourself is truly a life-long process. This is something that might take some time and that’s okay. As long as it’s something that you are working on, you’re heading in the right direction.What Happens NextIs up to you. You can click away, get lost in the endless sea of information, and forget about what I just shared with you.Or you can start building the foundation you need to change your life. You have the blueprint now.In construction, the foundation is the most important part of a building, although it’s not the most glamorous. In order for a building to stand for a long time, through hurricanes, tornadoes, and earthquakes, it must have a strong foundation first.All the dating advice I have ever read is more like the floors and the windows of a building. Those are important parts of the building, but they don't hold everything together. It’s not what you really need if you’re trying to build something from the ground up.Let me know if this is helpful or not. I’ll check back later to answer any questions you might have.(edit: formatting) via /r/dating_advice

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GGS Spotlight: Yessica Martinez

Name:   Yessica Martinez Age: 25 Location: Pittsburgh, PA

What does being a Girl Gone Strong mean to you? It’s more than just being physically strong. It’s about having a strong sense of self. This reminds me of something I read a long time ago, and it resonated with me. I’ll never forget: “Please, be proud of the pieces that make you you. Embrace the oddities and hold on to them with everything you have. These strange little quirks belong to us, and only us, and they are absolutely vital in creating the bigger picture that is who we are. Be proud of yourself, because if you are, it never matters who else is. Because when you are, the inevitability of other people believing in you and being proud too, is such an amazing bonus to the strength you already possess.”

When you know who you are, nothing or no one can really touch you. You become unstoppable. That is what being a Girl Gone Strong means to me.

How long have you been strength training, and how did you get started? I’ve been strength training since I was 18. Competitively lifting since I was 21. I had just graduated high school and my brother was training at a small gym called Idolmaker Physique and Performance in Miami, FL. This was not your typical local gym. They had a monolift, specialty bars, bands, chains, and an atmosphere that was unparalleled. I started training there to maintain athleticism. I played basketball and volleyball since I was young. At first, I was training for aesthetics. I wanted to lean out, look good, feel good. My strength and numbers kept increasing, and my trainer then, Randy Scoates, asked me if I wanted to powerlift. My reply was, “What’s powerlifting?” I started training with the guys, learning about technique and training methods, specifically the conjugate method, and just wanted to get strong. After that, I never looked back.

What does your typical workout look like? I train three to four days per week. My boyfriend, Casey Williams, is currently doing my programming. (He’s part of Elitefts and has the #6 all-time record in the 242-pound weight class with a 2088-pound total.)

Monday – Bench Wednesday – Deadlifts Thursday or Friday – Extra Assistance Saturday – Squats

Each lift varies. I’ll implement accommodating resistance in a two- to three-week wave. I’ll alternate bench with spoto presses or floor presses; conventional, deficits or block pulls with deadlifts; and implement specialty bars off a box with squats. Sounds like a lot of mumbo jumbo, but each week varies depending on how training was the week prior. After the main lifts, I’ll do supplemental work (assistance work that will help with the main movement I’m doing that day). On my extra assistance day, I’ll do bodybuilding-style training. Light-weight, high-volume sets. I guess I could describe this training method as a combination of 5/3/1, conjugate, and anything that I’ve learned along the way that specifically works for me.

Favorite Lift: Whichever is the most challenging and most frustrating. Each meet prep is different. Currently, it’s deadlifts. It’s about breaking that mental barrier. I psych myself out at times because I’m too frustrated. I know what I need to do; I know I’m strong enough. It’s just a matter of executing — connecting mind with body.

Most memorable PR: When I broke the 200-pound bench club. I believe we had a few of our Elitefts team members come in to train one weekend at the compound. We probably had some event or seminar going on. When I PR, it’s usually on a day when I have no agenda and let training take its own course. If it feels good, I keep going. I attempted 200 and missed. My teammate, Brandon Smitley, gave me a few technical cues, and next thing you know, I benched 205. I’ve been wanting that for years.

Top 5 songs on your training playlist:

Till I Collapse – Eminem

The Man Comes Around – Johnny Cash

Straight Outta Compton – NWA

Are You Gonna Go My Way – Lenny Kravitz

No Good – Kaleo

Top 3 things you must have with you at the gym or in your gym bag:

Elitefts Maverick Wrist wraps

Lifting Belt from Bob’s Belts

Adidas Olympic Shoes

Do you prefer to train alone or with others? Why? Preferably with others. Having training partners there for support and feedback makes a huge difference for me. It also creates an environment in which everyone has a common goal and everyone is accountable to one another. Seeing yourself improve is great but nothing compares to seeing others improve, too. To witness someone’s celebratory moment, having achieved something, especially when one couldn’t think it was possible, that really puts the icing on the cake for me.

Most embarrassing gym moment: (I’m laughing just thinking about it) It’s more funny than embarrassing. I was living in Miami and training at The Battleaxe Gym. My brother came to train one day, and he was floor pressing. Mind you, I’ve spotted guys with more than 400 pounds on the bar. While he was floor pressing, something tweaked and I couldn’t tell if he was stapled or wha,t but I panicked. Everyone at the gym was watching. As I grabbed the football bar, I couldn’t lift it and it was moving towards his face. My brother is a jokester, so he’s yelling, “Not my face!” all the while laughing. I vouched to never spot him again. He did not die under the iron, if you were wondering. Mike and Vinnie came to help.

Best compliment you’ve received lately: My co-workers recently described me as fearless.

Most recent compliment you gave someone else: That they have the ability to do anything. I try to recruit girls all the time to try out any strength sport. I like to turn hesitation into excitement. This compliment was not the most recent, but a gist of how I try to approach everyone I encounter.

Alaina had a background in lifting but eventually gave up because she didn’t want to put in the time. After five years of not touching a weight, she had the itch to lift again. When I first met her, she seemed hesitant and uncertain. I kept encouraging her that this is a “you vs. you” sport. What was the harm in competing and giving herself a base to work off of? You just need to put yourself out there. I told her to pick a meet and just train for it. Alaina ended up joining the IPA Federation and picked a meet. She went 9/9 on her first competition and PR’d on all her lifts. I reached out to congratulate her, and this is what she had to say: “I had lifters congratulating me on a perfect meet and telling me how amazing I did. To have incredibly experienced lifters compliment you is one of the best feelings in the world. I achieved my first powerlifting goal and that was to compete. Now, I’m going to work on an elite total! I’m definitely looking forward to stepping on the platform again.”

I think we’ve all been there where our mentality has hindered us from reaching our full potential. But once we break that mindset, it really is an invigorating feeling. Sometimes a little support and encouragement can ignite the passion and hunger we have inside us.

Favorite meal: Breakfast. Anything that involves bacon, avocado, potatoes, and French toast. And, coffee.

Favorite way to treat yourself: I consider dedicating a day to hanging out by myself a treat. Breakfast, coffee in hand, reflecting on the present moment, and an afternoon nail appointment. The nail salon is conveniently located in a mall, so it’s a two-for-one. But when it comes down to it, it’s the little things. Quality time with my fam bam. That’s a treat I don’t take for granted.

Favorite quote: “Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in the lonely frustration for the life you deserved but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won. It exists. It is real, it is possible, it is yours.” — Ayn Rand

Favorite book: The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

What inspires and motivates you? My vision. I have these thoughts about my time on this earth. The time I have with the people I love. The small interactions I’ve had with strangers. Questions I ask myself: Did I help someone? Did I make an impact? If I was gone, what did I leave behind? It motivates me to be a better person. To evolve. To grow. To learn. To give.

What do you do? I currently work for the sister store of Lululemon, Ivivva. I am a key leader which is equivalent to a manager role. It’s a very community-involved company, and that’s what I love about it. Our main focus is to connect with young girls, support, and get involved in their activities and pursuits. We offer dreams and goals workshops and complimentary athletic classes. Through these events girls get to connect and celebrate each other, pushing their boundaries, and knowing that falling and getting back up is all part of the journey. In my life, outside of work and training, I practice yoga weekly. I’ve grown to really appreciate it and find it challenging on many levels. I’ve also picked up an interest in photography and have a deep desire to design training apparel. I’m planning that in my vision and goals. My hobbies are to love on my dogs and take too many pictures of them. My boyfriend and I have two English mastiffs. They make us better humans — to not sweat the small stuff. For fun, I like to try different coffee shops and restaurants, and plan trips and places to visit.

Describe a typical day in your life: My work schedule varies each week. I either work at the store or out in the community. I wake up relatively early. Casey wakes up at 5 a.m. every day, so coffee is always made. I make breakfast which usually consists of egg whites and two slices of organic sprouted bread with grass-fed butter. Lunches are already prepped. We crock-pot everything and that gives us enough meals for most of the week. If my schedule permits, I’ll train either in the morning or at night. If I’m at the store, we plan our goals for the week to either make new connections, clientele, or plan events. If I’m in the community, I’ll sweat at a studio, stop in to visit girls who come to our store frequently and build relationships. It’s brand awareness but also partnering up with people in our community who share a common vision and goal. Days usually run long, so I’m home at 8 or 11 p.m. I attend to the wagging tails at the front door, head upstairs to shower, then go to bed. I try to get in six to eight hours of sleep. Days are structured which I love. It’s easier for me to get things done and eat my meals consistently.

Your next training goal: I gave myself two goals last year: Qualify for the Arnold in powerlifting and qualify for the Arnold in strongman. I want to be exceptional in both sports. I have a strong passion for both so why not? To do it simultaneously will be the challenge.

What are you most grateful for? Experiences.

Which three words that best describe you? Driven, perceptive and sassy.

What’s a risk you’ve taken recently, and how did it turn out? I was raised in Miami. I went to school there. My friends are there. I was working at an outpatient mental health facility. My degree was in psychology and social work, so gaining the experience I needed for my future was great. I was in a relationship. I had a cute, little efficiency. I was comfortable. Then, one year it hit me that I wasn’t happy with being comfortable. I didn’t want to settle. And if I wanted change, change had to happen. I ended a three-year relationship, I put in my notice at work, and I asked my brother to pick a date, and that would be the day I would move. It was sometime in December. I decided on Ohio because there was a support system there. Elitefts was there, and I had a few friends living there. Once I started packing my furniture and moved it into storage, that’s when it sunk in that everything was really happening.

People thought I was crazy because, why would I leave Miami for winter? It’s different living there rather than taking a vacation there. I was scared, anxious, nervous. This was something completely out of my element. I like structure and this was the complete opposite. It’s been over a year now, and I’ve overcome some ups and downs. I defeated self-doubt because I came to terms with failure. That if it didn’t work out, at least I took a chance. Once that happened, I became more open. More understanding. That led to growth and opportunity. As I’m writing this, I can say that I’m in a good place. I share a home with the best person I know. Even though it could have gone the other way, the route that didn’t lead to this point, we took a chance.

What’s the coolest “side effect” you’ve noticed from strength training? Confidence — and nice delts.

How has lifting weights changed your life? It’s made me value lessons. We dedicate months of preparation for a few hours on the platform. Henry Rollins wrote: “When the Iron doesn’t want to come off the mat, it’s the kindest thing it can do for you. If it flew up and went through the ceiling, it wouldn’t teach you anything. That’s the way the Iron talks to you.” If we didn’t experience failure. If we didn’t experience pain. How could we ever truly appreciate success?

What do you want to say to other women who might be nervous or hesitant about strength training? There’s this misconception that you must be super strong or must know everything about training. I didn’t know what powerlifting was, and I tell people that all the time. If you have an interest in something, pursue it. What people don’t seem to realize is that starting is the easy part. The really hard part is when things don’t go your way. Stay the course. Don’t compare yourself. Don’t envy anyone. It’s about building yourself. Finding out what you’re capable of and where it may lead you. Once you’ve started, you’ll soon realize that it’s about building yourself and helping others. That it’s a privilege to train, not an obligation. You’re meant to have fun with it.

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