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darklydeliciousdesires · 8 years ago

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A Wedding in Tuscany - A Shannon Leto one shot request story.

Summary: Request fulfillment time! It’s Shannon and Isabelle’s wedding night and neither can wait for some alone time ;)

Disclaimer: I do not know any real persons mentioned in this story, which is a complete work of fiction and product of my imagination. No monies are being made off this story, and no true claims are made either. Again, it’s all just fiction, baby!

Warning - Explicitly detailed sexy time ahead. If erotica isn’t your deal, turn the car around and drive back the way you came. If however it is, keep on driving ;)

So, ladies. Are you ready? I don’t quite think you’re ready for the serious amount of Shan smut to follow. I um...I kinda went all out. Whoever requested it, I hope it pleases! :)

“You know, I don’t think I’d change a single thing about today, except for wishing your dress was a zipper fastening and not a corset. I know I’m not going to be able to get you out of it as quickly as I want to,” Shannon told his new wife as they stood on the balcony of the reception room at the beautiful hotel they’d been married at earlier that day. They were in Tuscany, Italy and their hotel overlooked a huge vineyard valley below, right in the heart of the Tuscan countryside.

“He always has to find something to complain about,” Isabelle replied with an eye roll, smiling over the top of her champagne flute.

“I wouldn’t be the man you married unless I complained about something. Annoying unfastening issues aside, I have to tell you again that I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look more beautiful.” He was bowled over when he first saw her today, walking down the aisle towards him. Her dress was simple and understated, white satin with a corset top, flowing skirt and train and her lovely, long red hair all curled, adorned with tiny purple flowers pushed through the braids that held her hair back off her face.

“Thank you, again,” she began giving him a kiss before sipping her champagne. “Lovely as this dress is though, I think I’m going to need some help getting out of it sooner rather than later. I’m fucking roasting, baby. Heavy satin isn’t known for being breathable. Care to help me and maybe…do other things while we’re upstairs?” Shannon read the undertones of her request loud and clear, his grin making her laugh.

“Let’s get out of here. We can be quick, for now.” Luckily for them everyone was having too much of a good time to notice them sneak away, a departure that lead to some heated kisses in the elevator up to their suite (they’d really gone all out for their wedding day and their accommodation was no exception) and a lot of laughter when it came to Shannon trying to get Isabelle out of her dress.

“Belle, what the fuck is with this bullshit?” he exclaimed, his bride laughing so hard she thought she might pee herself.

“Just loosen it off from the centre to the top and then centre to bottom. Come on, Shan. You’re better than this!” she exclaimed, squeaking when he began nibbling her neck and growling with annoyance.

“You’re fucking right, I am. I’m not letting a damn ribbon beat me!” It took him about ten minutes of fiddling but eventually he got the better of her dress, Isabelle stepping out of it with his help once it was unfastened, revealing the beautiful pale purple underwear she had on underneath to her new husband, who noted that they matched the little flowers in her hair. He appreciated little touches like that and always had love her wearing purple. It went with her beautiful copper red hair perfectly.

Laying back on the bed she beckoned him with her finger, smiling as he slid his jacket off and undid his tie, kicking off his shoes and socks before joining her. Turning her onto her side he then kissed her softly, telling her for the umpteenth time how beautiful she looked. Isabelle would never get tired of hearing that either. No one complimented her as much as Shannon, or made her feel as good about herself as he did.

Running his hand down her back while using the other to tickle the side of her neck lightly, Shannon could feel the lust contained within him for the amazing woman next to him burn throughout his body, the epicentre of that mounting desire starting to tent the front of his pants. He slid his hands up her body, hooking his thumbs under her bra and flicking it undone, a feeling of satisfaction sweeping through him as he witnessed her full, pert breasts bounce out, draping one of her long legs over his thigh.

Feeling his hands roam her body, making tiny contractions from deep within ripple the flesh with a pleasant vibration, Isabelle felt a sigh release from her throat without any conscious annunciation of it, the effect he had on her rendering her seemingly powerless of her own voice.

His hands slid around her back, massaging her shoulders as they continued to kiss. They then trailed down her arms to her wrists as he forced his leg further between hers and pushed her onto her back, his knee moving to press against her thigh to hold her there. As if she'd want to be anywhere else but under his incredible body, which she assisted him in revealing by helping him undo the buttons of his black shirt.

He came back down to her, leaning his weight on one elbow while he used his other hand to stroke her thigh, softly flicked his tongue against her lips until her mouth opened to him and she reached up to hold his head in her hands, stroking his face before sliding them down his neck and onto his chest. Just touching him, it always made her feel orgasmic. He felt even better than he looked and damn, her man looked delicious.

She ran her thumbs over his already stiffened nipples and heard him grumble happily deep in his throat, his hand working down her body to stroke her toned stomach and grasp her underwear, pulling it from her body with an urgent yank and snapping the thin stringy material that barely covered her in the first place.

“Bastard, breaking my wedding panties!” she scolded, thumping him in the chest.

“Sorry,” he apologised, giving her the kind of look that she could forgive murder to and kissing the end of her nose. “I just love you naked is all, you know this.” He followed with, sitting up and moving further down the bed slightly to reposition himself over her stomach, tongue tracing across the tattoo there and the ones on her side (she had a collection of wildflowers that trailed from her ribcage to lower abdomen) sketching the details with a feather light touch while he slid his hands down the insides of her thighs.

Isabelle lay back and let herself be completely taken away by him, her body registering all the sensations his touch gave her, mind processing each caress and her voice responding to it with soft little gasps and exclamations of contentment. Shannon then turned her onto her front and continued to attend to her body with his mouth and hands, hearing her breathing quicken and then stop, somewhat amused but at the same time pleased with himself that as always, his touch made her forget to breathe at times.

“Mmmmmm, this perfect ass.” He whispered, trailing his fingertips over it and gently biting the side of the left cheek, hard enough for her to feel and respond with a content 'ahhhh' but soft enough not to leave a mark.

Pulling her hips up until she was on her knees, top half of her body still pressed down into the bed Shannon forced her legs open and spread her ass cheeks with his hands, delving his tongue straight into her slit and working it back and forth all the way up to her anus and back again. He could have teased her, made her practically growl with frustration, but the want inside of him for to really enjoy what he planned to be just the first part of his wedding night overrode any desire to be an evil tease right then. He pressed his tongue flat against her parted lips and worked it up and down, stimulating her glistening opening at the same time as the tip rubbed against her clit, swollen and hard from arousal already.

Isabelle pressed her forehead into the bed and moaned, feeling her hips jerk involuntarily against his face, his hands holding her steady while his tongue dipped into her core, her muscles softly squeezing it and coating it in her juices. She felt his hand slide around and press into her stomach before his thumb came back to rub a circle around the edge of her clit, and then directly over the tip while he stretched his tongue as far as he could inside her, mouth completely buried in her hot, wet flesh. Her pussy practically had a current running from it onto his tongue which he swallowed back hungrily, a deep moan vibrating against her while hot sharp breaths provided further stimulation.

Just as she was starting to get lost in the heavenly rhythm he had established, Isabelle felt him move, lying on his back between her legs and pulling her hips down until her clit was in reach of his tongue, beginning to circle and rub it with increased pressure than before. He then used two fingers to part her velvety soft lips and push into her slick tightness, feeling her muscles clamping on him, a surge of pleasure running from his fingers, through his hand and down his arm from the contractions he felt.

He didn't waste time to change the movement of his fingers from slow penetration to pushing forward hard and massaging her, so hard it felt to her like he was trying to push them back through the front of her body, her g spot tingling so strongly she could barely stand it, each movement of his fingers inciting more pleasure than the last.

Her clit began to burn and ache as the ecstasy mounted up strongly, her pulse quickening dangerously as her mind felt like it was caught between going blank and into overdrive, barely able to think clearly at all with all the sensations coursing through her shaking body, damp with a sheen of perspiration from the hot atmosphere of the humid Italian summer.

“Mmmmm, baby. That felt so good.” She purred when he’d moved back up the bed underneath her again, kissing her throat and clasping her body tightly to his. She could taste herself all over his mouth when they kissed, which made the pit of her stomach grow tighter with heated arousal, raking her nails down his arms and back up again across his neck.

Her mouth then left his to run over every last crease and dip of his chest and stomach, fingers undoing his belt as she felt the eagerness of his erection pressing into her palm. She freed him of the material confides and pulled his pants and boxers off him, positioning herself between his legs and running her tongue in a line up his defined stomach while her hand grasped his cock.

She moved her mouth to her hand and discreetly deposited a trail of saliva into her palm before wrapping it lightly around the head of his thick erection and rubbed it up and down, alternating between that and a gentle twist, an almost guttural moan rattling up from his throat as his chest began to rise and fall at a faster pace.

She used her other hand to cup his balls and gently roll them around, tongue circling his navel and slowly working lower. When he felt her mouth enclose around him at last Shannon let out a shuddering breath and ran his hands through her hair. Looking down he watched his length being swallowed back into her throat, her lips crushing around the base hard before dragging slowly back up to the tip, her lips tightening again to push back down over him and slide his foreskin back in one downward motion.

Isabelle always thought he had one of the nicest looking dicks she’d ever seen, more girth than length and currently rippled with engorged veins that her lips emptied of blood as they pressed against them, tightening and releasing her grip as her mouth travelled up and down his shaft, tongue pressing and circling. The small, rose gold stud she had pierced through her tongue added the kind of friction that made him squeeze his eyes tightly shut and groan so deeply he didn't sound human, more animal as he started to pant, hands pulling her hair as her mouth moved faster, sucking him into hot wetness again and again.

“Belle, come here. I love this but I really need you badly, babe.” He groaned almost helplessly, pulling her up by the top of her arms and letting out the most aroused growl of pure lust Isabelle had ever heard from him as she reached back and guided him inside her, the heat of slick walls gripping and encasing him totally as he felt her nails run along the sides of his head, her tongue pressing against his in an open mouthed kiss.

The friction created from their bodies moving against each other in such hot, blind passion brought about such overwhelming sensations both felt lost in a sea of ecstasy, the whole world could have fallen away and neither would have noticed.

“You do things to me I can't even fucking describe. I swear I’m the smartest guy ever for putting a ring on it!” He panted, making her giggle as he ran his fingers down her cheeks to her neck, trailing in circles to her chest and pushing her over as he turned to lie on top of her, pulling her legs up around him to grant deeper access for his dick, burying himself into her balls deep as the pace sped up. His pelvis began crashing against hers over and over as he drove in with complete abandon, fuelled by her loud, bliss filled cries, her mouth hanging open in exertion as she felt her nipples licked and bitten.

His mouth finally came back to hers for the briefest of moment before retracting into the crevice between her neck and shoulder, tongue swirling across the over sensitive, goose pimple riddled skin as he moaned deeply, moving faster against her until he completely lost control of his own body and drove into her like a jackhammer, feeling her legs wrap around him tightly and nails run down his back, an orgasm propelling through her body so violently it all but took her to another planet she was so consumed by the pleasure. Shannon experienced much the same when he came with a deafening primal noise right in her ear, arms gripping her upper body tightly as they fought to regain their breath.

“Oh god, that was too good. I almost don’t want to go back downstairs again!” Isabelle exclaimed, smoothing her hair away from her face and kissing her husband passionately.

“Me neither, but then I think how much hotter it’ll be later when we’re drunk and go in for round two,” he commented, watching her raise her eyebrows.

“Get the hell off me. Champagne, I’m coming for you, my love!” she called, pushing him off of her and throwing herself off the bed, Shannon laughing loudly. They took a quick shower to freshen up and Isabelle touched up her makeup before getting into the long, black dress she’d brought to change into for the night time celebrations, Shannon dressing in his suit again (but leaving the jacket and tie in the bedroom) before they made their way back downstairs.

For the rest of the evening they barely left each other’s side, having a blast with their family and friends, drinking lots of booze and eating out of this world Italian food as they partied it up, celebrating becoming Mr and Mrs Leto until 2am, when they made their drunken escape back upstairs as their celebrations were beginning to die down.

As soon as they were back in the suite, Shannon led her to the bedroom and pushed her down onto the bed, kissing her collarbones delicately as he stroked her cheeks. She could feel her body react already just to the feel of his weight on top of her, every cell within her starting to awaken with arousal to the feel of him so close against her, his hands travelling down her bare arms and linking his fingers through hers as they kissed, his breath coming out in hot bursts through his nose and a small groan bubbling up in his throat as her hands reached down to undo his belt.

While she did this he began to push her dress straps down her arms, looking down at her for a few seconds while she sat up slightly so he could pull the garment off, his mouth kissing her mid chest to collarbone while his fingers flicked the clip fastening on her bra. Pulling both bra and dress from her body he lay over her again and moved his mouth agonisingly slowly from her neck down to her bare breasts, while her hands pushed his pants down. He pulled away from her for a second to kick off his clothes and also pull her out the underwear she wore before returning to her and continuing to give her beautiful body his undivided attention.

He was the most incredible lover she’d ever had. He’d always been utterly mind blowing with what he did to her just like he was doing right then, with two fingers working over her clit until it was hard as a marble and covered in her juices. It was so slippery and wet he couldn't wait to get his lips around it, so slid from her grasp and did just that. He started by covering as much of her as he could with his tongue, laying it flat against her wet crevice and licking her over and over before localising the stimulation to her clit, where he knew she wanted it most.

Isabelle let her head fall back into the stack of pillows with a raspy moan, thinking to herself how miraculous it was that something so small could transmit such a fierce current of pleasure when it was touched, her clit swelling more to the ministrations of his tongue. It varied in its movements as he watched the way her body reacted to each of them, building her up until she was clinging to his shoulders and panting through gritted teeth, bringing her back down again with softer touches to make her moan so softly it almost sounded helpless.

“Oh holy fuck, I can't get enough of how fucking good that feels. Mmmmm yeah, just like that. Ooooh,” she purred, running her fingers through his hair, a touch that made him even more aroused than he previously felt.

“You know by now you’re my favourite thing to have in my mouth, baby.” He said with a wink before sucking her clit, the pressure making more pleasure burst forth from the tiny hard nub as she felt his tongue rolling against it. She then felt it sucked again much, much harder, causing her body to almost convulse against him.

Each time Shannon felt her move or heard her moan it provided enough mental stimulation to make his arousal grow to a level that felt uncomfortable, the need for his own gratification causing him physical pain, he was so turned on. Within seconds he had matched deed to thought and slid back up her body until he was inside her, the burning ache his erection caused him encased in what felt like liquid velvet.

“Damn, that’s better,” he exclaimed as she giggled a little at him.

“I love how hard you get for me when you’re going down,” she replied, hooking her arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss.

“I can’t help it, you know how much I love eating your sweet little pussy.” He said, before re-entering the kiss she had claimed from him and thrusting hard and deep enough into her for her to once again break free from his lips and cry out at the sensations he inflicted on her body, his pace not changing at all from the frantic and furious rate he moved against her at, mouth caressing her neck as his arms slid down hers and then up her sides.

Moving to her chest he grasped her breasts and brought his mouth to each in turn while his dick battered into her at a senselessly fast pace. Each frenzied thrust brought with it a wave of tingles more intense than the last deep within her pussy, which clenched around him furiously as Isabelle let out a long succession of high pitched 'Ahhh's'.

They became a sweaty, overly aroused entanglement of limbs upon the huge bed before long, changing positions regularly and pulling each other this way and that as they went about some serious enjoyment of their wedding night.

“Okay, Mrs Leto. Where you shoving me to this time? Shannon asked, sitting up on his knees.

“Right there'll do me just fine. Mmmmm, yeah.” Isabelle purred, sitting astride him and sinking back down onto his hardness until every last inch was buried deep inside her slick tightness, using her knees to begin sliding up and down on him in little bounces, chest pressed close to his as she kissed him and stroked his face.

He managed to move himself so he was sat crossed legged under her, Isabelle crossing her legs behind his back and sinking down onto his cock while his hands ran up her spine and around to grasp at her breasts as she rocked against him, feeling every single last inch of him tingle and stretch out her insides. Feeling his hands roam freely all over her flesh, the coldness of his wedding ring feeling icy across her hot skin she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around him tighter, resting her chin on top of his head as his lips kissed her throat. She never thought sex this perfect could exist, until she met Shannon three years ago, that was.

“Damn, honey. You're so hot.” She told him, running her forefinger nail down his cheek and watching him turn his head to bite it then suck it into his mouth. He let it go and claimed her lips again, gently biting her cupids bow before he felt himself being pushed away, Isabelle unhooking her legs from behind him and pressing him back down to the bed, only to be flipped over onto her back and re-entered hard as his hands pressed her hips down into the mattress and his lips sucked her tongue, both panting and moaning loudly.

It didn't take long for them to work up to a level of erotic heat so strong it threatened to set the bed on fire, Shannon grinding down into her hard as once again she wrapped her legs around him with a tight grip, making him push harder against her and causing the head of his steely hardness to bump against her g spot as it slid past.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good! Mmmm yeah, oh I love you so damn much!” Panted Isabelle, catching his lips in a kiss as her nails trailed the length of his spine.

“I love you too, beautiful. So much. Thank you for being my wife.” He told her, only pausing to speak those heartfelt words before continuing to kiss her as he carried on doing a wonderful job of sexually annihilating her.

She felt his hand reach up and stroke her face as his lips kissed her neck, his soft moans becoming deeper by the second as he thrust into her faster, his other hand stroking her thigh as she gasped audibly with every breath she took, feeling a beautiful current of white hot heat explode from her g spot. Her hips bucked up off the bed as her whole body pumped against his in a huge spasm, making him fuck her hard and fast before he groaned and filled her with cum.

“Fuck, fuck, ahhh shit!” He moaned as his dick shot jet after jet inside her still quivering pussy, feeling her nails cling on deep onto his shoulders as she shook beneath him, her body still craving more. She knew all he'd need was about twenty minutes until he was good to go again, so sat astride him and licked his chest as it rose and fell quickly at first, then slowly as he caught his breath.

“I hope you weren't planning on going to sleep, because you aren't gonna get chance for a few hours yet if I get my way,” she said, before circling his navel wither tongue.

“Okay, I suppose I better just give in now then. It is my wedding night, after all.” He sighed, pretending to sound put out. She looked up at him and laughed at the grin he was flashing her, sliding back up his sweaty body and kissing him, feeling her nipples pinched hard as she did. True to her desire, a few hours later as 4am wound around they were still going strong, Shannon leaning back against the bedroom wall with Isabelle crouched at his feet. Neither quite knew how they'd got back there, since they had managed to have sex quite literally all around the entire suite in those early hours.

He lent back against the wall as her hands stroked his chest and tongue began to beat back and forth over the tip of his dick, closing his eyes and smiling at the feeling of her mouth making him hard, her fingernails running right down his body and gently grazing over his balls as she hooked her other hand around his thigh to balance herself.

She ran her mouth up and down all over his thick shaft, feeling the veins stand out as they filled with the blood that made him hard as she moaned around his dick, sending delicious vibrations out as she did, making his hands tangle in her hair and a long low moan escape his lips as the pleasure that her lips gave made his whole body tingle.

She then used her tongue to trace tiny circles all the way up and down the underside of his length while her thumb rubbed back and forth over the head, seeping a generous amount of precum and hearing his breathing sound more deep and raspy by the second, knowing he was getting close.

“Just a warning baby but I think I'm about to…ahhhh, come,” Shannon said as his dick burst a load of hot semen into her mouth. She just looked up at him and laughed, at least he had tried to warn her of his pending orgasm. She swallowed and moved her tongue to his balls, licking each of them in turn and then sucking them gently while her hand pumped his sensitive cock, wanting him hard again.

“Stop that or I’ll be no use to you at all if you get me over excited,” he warned her, pulling her up and kissing her before moving from against the wall and pushing her there instead. “Now, be a good girl and bend over for me, with your hands against the wall.”

“Specific aren't we?” She asked, turning to give him a curious look as she did as she was told by her husband.

“Yeah, you know I like the view from this angle. Damn, dat ass!” he exclaimed, slapping it and hearing the echo of his hand meeting her skin throughout the bedroom. He started by leaning over and kissing her from her neck all the way down to her ass, sparing no inch of flesh in between as he used his hands to part her legs a little further, then plunge his tongue inside of her, circling her opening as she cried out at the amazing sensation of it.

He then used his hands to spread her cheeks further apart as his tongue continued to explore her intimately, reaching forward to taste her clit and then lick her back and forth as she became wetter, her breathing laboured as she felt more and more turned on.

She then felt him move from behind her as he stood, and momentarily cursed that his tongue was no longer where she wished it to be until she felt his fingers slide inside her. Those two fingers delivered a warm rush of gratification as they pressed into her slick walls and stimulated her until she was so close to coming he could have pushed her over the edge with just one more nudge, but to her chagrin pulled them away, not wanting to let her get there yet. He used his thumb to stimulate her clit as she moaned and moaned, finally groaning out loudly when his fingers slid back in.

“You're such an evil tease!” she cried as he barely moved his fingers, then started to fuck her with them fast, his hand slapping against her ass as she cried out over and over. She then felt his dick push inside her and start to slide in and out just as speedily as his fingers. Pressing her hands against the blue painted wall and opening herself up to him more she began to wail out loudly, wanting to take every last inch of his dick inside her, needing to feel him fill her completely.

“You can't get enough of this, can you? Dirty girl,” he said, leaning forward and pulling her head to the side by her hair to kiss her, his other hand rested on her ass until he withdrew his cock again, gave it a few strokes against her clit and re-entered her with his fingers, teasing her beyond belief. He stimulated her with his fingers deeply and then thrust his dick in shallowly, alternating between the two until she was crying out uncontrollably, dying to feel a release he just wouldn't let her have. She both loved and hated it in equal measures, when he did this.

“Please, Shannon. Please just let me fucking come!” she pleaded as once again he pushed his hardness back into her, feeling her muscles lock tightly around him, wanting him to stay exactly where he was.

“Nope!” He replied simply with a laugh, continuing to build her to boiling point only to pull away again. He ran his hands up and down her back as he sank his erection back into her hear, moving them around to pinch at her nipples as he pounded away inside her. She was praying that when she once again felt the tingles of orgasm starting to work up through her groin that he would let her reach orgasm, but once again felt his dick slip out of her just at the crucial moment.

“That’s it, I'm not standing for any more of this!” Isabelle shouted, standing up to full height again and pushing him back until he was sat down on a chair just by the side of the bed, sliding back down onto his dick as she straddled him. She ground down on him hard and fast, feeling him stretch her to the very limit as his hands pulled her hips closer to him, his tongue circling hers as they kissed and groaned in sheer erotic bliss.

She knew he was close as his breaths became ragged and deep, their sweaty bodies sliding against each other deliciously as she felt his teeth at her neck, not caring that he was biting her hard enough to leave bruises. But just like he had done to her she didn't let him come, and when she felt he was reaching the point of no return she stood up off him and smiled wickedly.

“Two can play your game, but I'm so horny I’ll only do it once.” She told him before slamming herself down onto him again and rocking her hips into his body so hard and fast they both came within moments, her nails scraping a layer of skin off his chest as he clung to her shoulders and sighed with relief as her body shook against his.

“So how’s married life for you?” he panted, completely out of breath.

“Hot as hell,” she replied, smiling down at him.

“As if it would be any other way with us!” he laughed, kissing her and adding ‘love you’ in between each press of his mouth against hers.

“Love you too.” She told him. Their night might have been dirty as hell so far, but the remainder was nothing short of romantic as they decided to sit and watch the sun come up together, both wrapped in a big, white bedsheet as Isabelle sat in his arms across his lap and they drank champagne on the balcony, watching their first sunrise as man and wife. It was simply perfect.

The End.

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echelonlab-blog · 7 years ago

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Reigning Madness – Chapter 11

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Disclaimer: Fiction.

Warnings: Smut!

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"I think you deserve it, don't you?" I pulled the small box from my pocket and opened it, showing off the earrings I picked out specifically because they were the birthstone for July.

I thought for a few seconds she was going to full-on cry as her eyes became glassy. "Those are so beautiful and I can't believe that you remembered my birthstone. Jared, thank you." I watched her take out the cheap generic ones she had in her ears and excitedly put the new ones in. She was grinning from ear to ear and it was a mystery to me how she could go from being a total bad-ass, punching Caroline and anyone else who got in her way to showing how vulnerable she really was, all within the blink of an eye.

"You're welcome, beautiful," I whispered in her ear. She had to feel me growing beneath her, as my hand rubbed over both of her legs. In one fluid motion, she turned so that she was sitting astride me, her sexy little shorts, riding up her long, tanned legs and her arms wrapped around my neck. We gaze at each other for a few seconds while my fingers began teasingly creeping up the hem of her denim shorts.

"I want you so bad, Cynn." I knew that once I started kissing her neck, she would give in and do anything I wanted. Her fingers moved to the buttons of my shirt, unfastening them.

"Jared, I want you too..." she gripped my chin and turned my head so that she was in control as she licked directly under my ear. Giving me a quick bite, she spoke again, "but...."

"But what?" I whispered, unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts.

Before I could get her out of them, she pushed against my chest and stared into my face. "But, I need you to promise me something." Her hands moved to the waistband of my pants and I raised up, allowing her to shove them down my hips.

"Anything," I stared at her pink tongue, moving across her bottom lip.

Her smile spread and she looked down at her hand wrapping around my hardened shaft. "Promise me that you won't kiss her, not like you kiss me anyway, and nothing else happens either. Say it, I need to hear you say it."

My eyes closed and my head dropped back against the couch. "Oh, God.." I groaned. With her hand moving up and down like that, it was hard to concentrate. "I promise!"

"Baby, say the whole thing for me." Her soft thumb circled over the tip and I started to thrust my hips.

"I love you and I promise, I'm only friends with Caroline." She must have been satisfied because she stood and stripped. I pulled the condom from my pocket and watched her giggle. She knew I was always prepared, especially tonight.

She waited for me to rip it open and roll the thin material over myself before climbing back over me. Sinking down onto me, she started out at a slow and steady pace. Unfortunately, both of us were pretty tense and I knew it would be over much faster than I wanted. My head rested on the couch cushion as I struggled to silence my moans. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to mine. Our tongues entwined in a hungry kiss as I pushed my hands up her shirt.

She rocked her hips down onto mine as she fucked me faster. Our kisses were filled with raw intensity. My fingers tangled in her mahogany hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck to my mouth. It was hard to hold back, to make the moment last, but she was tightening around me and I knew she just needed that little push. Giving it to her, I grazed my teeth along the tender skin of her collarbone. I bit down hard, listening to her scream my name. Her body shuddered and suddenly I became addicted like a junkie to watching her come apart on top of me.

It was no use trying to hold back any longer. My fingers dug into her hips and I slammed her down onto me a few more times. I exploded inside the condom with a loud roar. Closing my eyes, I rested my head against hers, wishing I didn't have to move. I knew I had to get home soon and I couldn't get caught leaving Cynn's place.

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raewritesfiction · 2 years ago

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Scars to your Beautiful [Shannon Leto] -reupload -

A/N: This is for every plus size lady out there! You’re all beautiful and amazing and Goddesses! Make him/her worship you! PLEASE READ WARNINGS!! Plot: you're having a tough time and your body confidence has dropped but you're too scared to tell Shannon who has to coax it out of you and then reassure you. Pairing: Shannon Leto X Reader Warnings: deals with mental health - talks about body image issues & self harm. Fluffy Smut also included.

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Shannon stands leaning against the door frame and watching you look over yourself in the mirror, trying on various new pieces of clothing and then discarding them to the floor after looking at yourself from all angles. He walks over and stands behind you while you scrutinize every part of your reflection.

“Talk to me darling.” Shannon kisses your temple and keeps his voice quiet.

You shake your head and bite your lip; thinking these things was one thing but saying them and admitting your insecurities to the man you love was something else completely. Saying it put it out there and when it came down to it you were scared he would agree and leave you.

“Please?” Wrapping his arms around you from behind and looking into your eyes via the mirror. “What’s got you so upset?”

“I hate everything I try on… it all looks amazing on the models and in the ads but… it looks terrible on me… I have lumps, bumps and rolls in places they don't and I look disgusting…”

Shannon’s face softens as he watches your face in the reflection. “Babygirl… no.” Shaking his head and dropping kisses to your shoulder. “The models in the ads are photoshopped to such an extent even they don't look like themselves sweetheart. No part of you is disgusting; I promise you.”

“My tummy sticks out and spills out, my thighs wobble and rub giving me blisters, I have stretch marks everywhere, I-...” You turn away from the mirror unable to look at yourself any longer but Shannon wraps his arms tight around you and strokes your hair.

“I love your tummy, I love it so much. Your thighs are strong enough to break my neck and it feels amazing when my face is buried between them or when they're wrapped around me… your stretch marks are a road map of all the places my lips have kissed you and will kiss you again, over and over…”

You're silent for a long while, suddenly feeling small and insignificant against Shannon's chest. “I jiggle… when we…” you sigh. You had always insisted on lights off during sex and Shannon had never questioned it, knowing you were self conscious about how you looked.

“I love how you jiggle. I love how your skin moves and feels in my hands, against my lips, against my skin…”

“Why did you pick me…? Of all the women that night… they all looked amazing in their dresses and skimpy outfits and then there was me.”

“Because you're effortlessly beautiful… not just the way you look, the person you are. You were so polite and friendly, genuinely interested in wanting to talk to me about everything and anything… it wasn’t about any one thing in particular.”

You sniff and nuzzle Shannon’s chest “...I have scars… they're ugly and the fact I did them myself…” he knew you had self harmed and had never passed any judgement about it, he had seen the scars on your forearms and had helped you massage oil into them to help them soften and fade but he hadn't seen the other scars you had given yourself on your most hated parts of your body.

“Scars don't bother me darling and they don't make you any less beautiful. I know you struggle daily and self harm is one hell of a battle. You're a genuine warrior and I am so incredibly proud of you.” Shannon strokes over your back lightly and unzips the dress you still had on, “let me see you?”

You shake your head and sob “no, Shannon please…” panic building inside you.

“Tell me why?” He keeps his voice quiet and soothing, cupping your face in his large bear-paw of a hand.

“Because… because if you see me and what I really look like… I know you’ll leave me…” you break down against his hand and sob openly only moving your face when Shannon tilts it up to look at his.

“I’m not leaving you [Y/N]. I worship the ground you walk on, the air you breathe…so what you have a few extra pounds? So what? I love you, all of you; every part of you on its own and all together… because you're you and you're perfect just as you are.”

You look up into his eyes and blink away your tears as you consider everything he’s said then slowly shrug off the dress from your shoulders, trying not to get discouraged when it doesn't just fall to the floor and pool around your ankles.

Shannon smiles lovingly and sinks down to his knees while slowly easing the dress down off your hips and helping it fall to the floor for you to step out of. As you step out of it Shannon guides you to sit on the edge of the bed and kisses down from one hip to your ankle, across to your other and back to your opposite hip, his fingers tracing the roadmap on your skin. His lips take their time over the scars he hasn't seen before and he makes sure each gets the love they deserve. “Lay back sweetheart” Kissing over your tummy from hip to hip while pulling off your panties.

You lay back and swallow thickly; unable to reach the light switch.

“If you get uncomfortable with anything at any point… Tell me. I’ll stop… okay?” You nod and try your best to relax when Shannon parts your legs and kisses over your inner thighs until his nose is nudging against you and his kisses move to part your intimate folds while his tongue laps over you slowly; making sure to reach every outer part of you then delving inside you.

You close your eyes and drop your arms either side of your head on the bed, rolling your hips slowly to Shannon’s mouth and his slow deep licks and kisses over and in you. His eyes look up under his heavy kids and watch you arch on the bed, your body relaxing into the pleasure that was extremely overdue by his count.

Stroking his hands over your thighs Shannon lightly scratches and moves to sucking your clit, linking your fingers with his as you reach down to grip his wrists. He moves his tongue quickly - flicking and circling it over you while he grips your hands and closes his lips around yours.

Laying on the bed panting lightly you squeeze on Shannon’s hands and moan his name; he had eaten you plenty of times in many places but this felt different - more intimate and even, romantic. You whine when he pulls away and crawls up the bed, slowly kissing his way across and up your body; taking care not to miss anywhere while his hands continue to follow the road maps and unhook your bra for you to throw off.

After discarding the bra you pull at Shannon’s tee, helping him get rid of the material and dropping it to the floor as he pushes off his sweatpants to join the carpet of clothes that was taking over the floor. He kisses over your breasts and glides his hands up your ribs to join his lips; massaging and squeezing you.

“I want you to ride me.” Shannon hums and kisses over your neck.

“But…” you start to speak but don't exactly know how to continue your thought as his fingers tease your nipples. There were many things you and Shannon had done but you had never ridden him. Ever. Sure, he had asked you and told you he wanted you to, but you had always countered with a better position; one where he couldn’t necessarily see you or feel all of you.

“Do you trust me?” He whispers against your lips.

“Completely.” You nod and answer him honestly. You trust him with your life.

“Then ride me.” Shannon kisses you slowly and passionately.

“...Okay.” You breathe out slowly and lean up when Shannon moves to lay back on the bed against his stack of pillows; he winks at you and smiles, his eyes never leaving your body until you're straddling his hips and his hands trace over you again.

You gasp and look down “you're… already hard…”

“Of course, I have a beautiful woman on me.” He smiles and kisses you, reaching down to guide his cock inside you.

A quiet moan escapes you as Shannon’s cock slowly stretches you out and fills you up. “I’ve never… I mean… with anyone.” You admit. Truth be told, Shannon had been your first real anything more than a quick fumble in the back of a car and a rumour around your workplace.

“That's okay. Go with the flow.” Shannon nods and kisses you slowly, feeling you completely settle down onto his full length and giving you a few seconds before rolling his hips up to yours.

You lightly rest your hands on his chest and rock your hips slowly to his; the difference in position pushing and keeping Shannon deep inside you as you move to him; he sinks down the bed and lays back fully, his hands massaging your breasts and teasing your nipples.

“I want to hear you.” He pants and keeps his hips rolling up to yours.

“Only if I can hear you.” You smirk and arch to his touch.

“Deal!” He moans as your hips tilt with your arched back. You agree and answer with your own moan; his cock pushing and hitting your g-spot on almost every movement either of you make.

Your bodies move with each other, instinctively knowing how to twist and writhe to cause the other more pleasure than the last hip flick, roll or tilt.

“Fuck, Shannon…” you pant and open your eyes to look down at him to find he hasn't taken his eyes off you since you settled yourself onto his cock. His eyes are dark, pupils large and his gaze has never been so intense before; he moves his hands to link with yours again as you both speed up your movements.

“You feel so good.” Shannon pants and groans, leaning up to kiss you.

“So do you…” you kiss him back and shift your position a little, bouncing on him tentatively.

“Oh God, yes!” He moans and blinks his eyes, trying to keep them open but finding it hard.

You groan and rock your hips on each bounce down onto Shannon, unable to do anything except moan his name and whimper as the knot low in your body pulls ever tighter.

He nods as you whimper and pants heavily, unable to keep his eyes open any longer and knowing how close you both were he releases one of your hands and reaches down circling his thumb on your clit; you moan loudly, hips rocking faster seemingly of their own volition until you tremble and tense - the knot breaking itself free. A silent scream makes its way out of your throat and it's quickly followed by a low strained grunt from Shannon as he too reaches climax almost immediately after you.

Leaning down against Shannon’s chest you relax and slowly regain control of your erratic breathing; you swallow thickly and listen as his heartbeat calms and returns to a normal rhythm. His arms fold over your back and hold you close, hands splayed protectively.

“I love you.” You whisper and stroke your thumb over his video.

“I love you too. Forever.” He kisses your forehead.

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#Shannon Leto Imagine #Shannon Leto Fluff #Shannon Leto #imagine #fluff

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echelonfiction · 7 years ago

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Bright Lights: Chapter 51 - Playing with boxes

Chapter 51

Trigger warning: sex, sexual humour

Tagging: @fyeahproudglambert @msroxyblog @meghan12151977 @teggles07 (if anyone else desires a taggin, lemme know)

There was a loud bang on the door, I rolled away from it and sunk down in my bed. I wasn’t talking to anybody right now, I needed four more days. An arm went around me.

“Ignoring?” he said sleepily.

“mmhmm,” I groaned cuddling in to him.

“Guys!?” Jared called.

“Nooo,” I cried. “I’m too sleepy.”

“I’ll deal with it,” Shannon said kissing my cheek. Shannon’s weight left the bed. There was a silence then a door opened. “Bro?” Shannon prompted

“We need to work on the EP” he told.

“Yeah, we do,” Shannon said sleepily. “Hmm give us like another hour and a half?” he offered.

“but...”

“Come on, you know she’ll work hard, just let her rest a tiny bit longer,” there was a moments silence.

“Okay,” Jared said reluctantly. “I’ll get some breakfast delivered at 1030,”

‘Deal,”

The door closed then there was the drop of a beautiful man on my bed. I slid over and cuddled in to him as tight as I could.

“Thank you baby,”

“No worries, kitten!” he said soothing my shoulder. “I love you,”

“I love you too,” I sighed. The room fell to silence, I needed to go back to sleep. I opened my eyes the sight of Shannon’s chest rising and falling was pretty beautiful. I looked up at his face. He was awake but barely. He'd likely start snoring at any second. I kissed his chest then snuggled my face into his neck some more before biting down. He jumped a little before turning his head. I searched his eyes for a moment before kissing him. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I felt his weight settle on top of me. "Not sleepy any more, kitten?" I closed my eyes briefly, smiling and shaking my head, opening them again to look into his beautiful hazel eyes. "A bit, but... I missed you..." "Well, technically, I haven't left." He said, chuckling. I rolled my eyes, playfully biting his chin. "You know what I mean." I sneaked my hands under his shirt, feeling him shiver beneath my palms. He smiled back, kissing me softly. It felt like forever since we've been together like this, so I was gonna enjoy the moment. But also, I felt bratty and needy. I kissed back, my tongue joining his as I tugged on his t-shirt. He pulled back to remove his shirt while I did the same, chucking it somewhere. Feeling his skin on mine made my body feel like it was on fire. I searched his lips with mine once again, groaning as I felt him clasping his hands in mine and placing them above my head. I arched my back into him, as he nipped on my neck. "Please, I need you..." I whispered. "Shh, all in good time, kitten." He breathed into my neck, rolling his hips into mine. I was frustrated we were still wearing clothes. His lips fell back against mine in a hungry kiss, before he pulled back to remove the rest of my clothing. I squealed as he pulled my legs up to his shoulders, kissing the inside of my calf. I reached for him, trying to hold on anywhere I could reach as I felt him inch closer to my core. I groaned as I felt his fingers pushing into me, filling me, slowly thrusting inside me. He let my legs drop from his shoulders, leaning up to kiss me urgently. He sped up the pace, making me whimper loudly against his lips. I glared at him as he stopped his ministrations, sitting up and sucking his fingers into his mouth, making me moan. "Please..." I begged him. I sat up, helping him remove the rest of his clothing before we collapsed back on the bed, kissing once again. I ended up on top of him, pulling back to look into his eyes. Tracing the side of his face, I felt his stuble against my fingers. He closed his eyes, kissing the tips of my fingers and murmuring "I love you" against them. I smiled, whispering back an "I love you too" before sinking down on him, a deep groan escaping both our lips. Slowly, I rocked back and forth, losing myself to the pleasure. I squealed when I felt Shannon's hands on my hips. He turned us over and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he eased himself back into me, his lips on my neck, biting hard, making me moan loudly. I scratched his back as I felt it coil in the pit of my belly. I could tell he was close too as he sped up his thrusts. Pulling his mouth back to mine, I let go, moaning into his kiss, before I heard him whisper my name as he came. We laid there in a tangle of limbs and sweat. He propped himself up on one arm, the other hand cupping my cheek, stroking softly. I reached a hand up into his hair, smiling and bumping my nose with his. "I love you." I whispered. "I love you too." He whispered back. "I'm so proud of you, kitten." I smiled, hugging him to me. Unfortunately, our little bubble had to be burst soon. We had a long day ahead of us. "I don't wanna move, but I should go shower before breakfast." He nodded, easing himself off of me. I made my way to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping in, the warm water relaxing my sore muscles almost instantly. I washed my hair quickly, rising it and squealing when I felt arms wrap around my waist. I turned around, welcoming the kiss he gave me, laying my head on his shoulder for a bit. When I pulled back, he had a mischivious smile on his lips. One I knew too well. I shook my head. "Dude, we don't have time." He pouted, slapping my butt as I turned around. "Hey!" He did his half assed wink before reaching around and grabbing the shower gel, rubbing it into my body. I sighed, allowing him the small victory. He cleaned himself quickly as I rinsed under the shower head. We exited the shower, getting ready to head down to breakfast before Jared threw one of his hissy fits.

Jared was waiting at the counter scrolling his laptop.

“Morning kidlets,” he said sternly.

“Hey diva,” I grinned walking around behind him hugging him tight. “What you doing?”

“Working?” he offered.

“Do you ever stop?” I laughed.

“Yes?”

“Rarely,” Shannon snickered as he looked in the fridge.

“I do,”

“Hmm, I’m on Shannon’s side here... I doubt you do,” I grinned kissing his cheek before spinning around wrapping my arms around Shannon. “Okay we’re actually three minutes early,” I told scanning the empty fridge three times. “we were promised food,”

“We were,” Shannon closed the fridge with his agreement.

“I know,” Jared said, there was a noise filled the house, I had no idea what it was, Jared suddenly rose and walked to the corner of his bench pressing a button. “Unlocking it now,” he called. “just in time,” he said turning back to me, with a wiggle of his eye brows he was off toward the door. I looked over at Shannon, who looked at me with a smile, I happily returned, he was so pretty, how did I get so lucky? He held an arm out my grin grew in to a smirk as he too half a step toward me grabbing my shoulder pulling me in to his arms. I wrapped my arms so tight around him that I let out a small joyful squee.

“Why are you wearing a shirt?” I questioned.

“Because I am a grown up and I knew how to dress myself,” he said I pulled back and looked at his face. “Why are you wearing a shirt?” he questioned looking down at my boobs then back up to my face.

“Because I have to give you something to unwrap later.”

Same, you have more to unwrap then me,” he grinned kissing my lip.

“Nah,” I grinned. “You’re like an entire present,”

“and you’re not?” he asked, I shook my head. “Its like an advent calender,” I smiled. Shannon laughed softly. I’m like the gift that you get off your grandma, like it’s socks, chocolate and maybe a $20,”

“Okay?” Shannon laughed.

“You’re that gift, that massive gift under the tree from your parents, that one that they’ve been planning all year that is just 100% pure epic gold,”

“Yeah?” he asked, I nodded. “So I’m that gift that the kids love?”

“Yeah,” I grinned.

“the one they enjoy for an hour then discover the box it came in and end up getting more enjoyment out of?”

“Yeah, exactly,” I laughed

“So, if I’m this big extravagant toy,” he grinned “Are you the box I came in?” I tried to hold it in I lasted about three seconds before I busted in to a fit of laughter. The more I thought about it the funnier it was. I finally got a hold of my self, letting Shannon kiss me with the over sized grin that was on his face, I kissed him back thinking about what he just said, bursting into laughter all over again until I was doubled over at the sink grasping for air.

“Do I even want to know?” Jared asked sitting a box of stuff on the bench looking between us both as I shook my head forcing myself to catch my breath and calm down.

“It’s probably for the best you don’t,” Shannon agreed walking to the box. “This looks like a lot of food,” he said.

“Yeah, It was a big week, some carbs to replace all that fuel.” Jared said sitting back at his laptop. “Do you want to get your laptops and I’ll talk you through the schedule?”

“Sure,” I said turning to the door, Shannon went to follow, “I’ll get yours baby,” I said rubbing his arm.

“I’ll serve your breakfast,” I grinned at him ask I walked out. I walked out the door enjoying the sun for a few minutes over to the guest house, kind of feeling bummed out that I wouldn’t be able to enjoy the LA weather for at least a week. I let out a sigh as I grabbed both our laptops and made way back inside where the Letos were talking about something, stopping when I got closer to them. “Yo,” I said handing Shannon his laptop. “I know we’re all busy busy, but I kinda want a bit of time to be able to unpack a little, if possible?”

“Oh you do,” Jared said with his nose scrunched a little.

“Kinda yeah, isn’t it like summer over the other side of the world?” I asked. “i cant go over the other side of the world in my American winter cloths,”

“Europe’s cold,” Jared said, “Very cold,”

“Are we not going to South Africa before that?”

“We are,” he nodded. “So that’s south, so it’s warm,” I grinned.

“Right,” he nodded. I grinned. “Just be sensible,”

“K... no naked in front of the antelope, I get it,’ I grinned. “Now will I have time to sort my area out a little?”

“Hmm, you’re very lucky?”

“I am?”

“Yes,” he smiled.

“Why?” I grinned.

“Because I am Jared Leto, and I think of everything,” he pointed at my computer. I climbed up into the seat and opened it. “I sent you an email.”

“Okay” I nodded. A moment later my chair was pulled to the left by Shannon who put one arm around me and moved Coffee, a plate of egg and bacon and a muffin to me. “thanks,” I said hugging him tight before typing. Getting my email from Jared, clicking on it.

“You guys got it?” Jared asked. Shannon nodded.

“uhh...” a page loaded where I had to put a password in. “Password?”

“Your Google password, genius,”

“Alright,” I grumbled.”Okay, I’m in”

“Okay, so I decided to create a calender that clearly states what the four of us have on,” he told. “I’ve gotten both your free times as close together as possible, but obviously there are Mars related things or Phoebe related things that are on in times that the other one might be free,”

“Your free time is in Orange,” Jared told, “Shannon, yours is in yellow”

“Yeah, of course,” Shannon nodded. “You’ve done these before,”

“Yeah, I’m just talking through it for Phoebe,”

“EP stuff is in red, Video stuff is in Pink,”

“Okay,” I nodded. “your unpacking is in green,”

“Sweet, and I even put in Shannoebe time once a day, in purple,”

“Is it purple because purple is the color of sexual frustration?”

“ewh,” Jared shuddered, “Have a look over everything and let me know if you have any questions.”

“Sure,” I nodded. Shannon pushed my coffee closer to me. I looked up at him.

“It’s going cold,”

“right,” I laughed taking a sip. “So right now we have breakfast?” I pointed out.

“Very good,” Jared cheered.

“Then we go to... studio... the one here?” I asked.

“Yeah,”

“The masters are here?”

“Yeah, I brought them with us,”

“Cool,” I nodded.

We finished breakfast and went down in to the recording studio.

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evening-starlight · 3 years ago

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Chances {Chapter Twenty-One}

T/W: Cheating

Master List

Control

Word Count: 951

I'm sorry for what you're about to read.

He opens up with a smile and shining blue eyes. Why I always end here, I don't know. He was never my safe haven, but standing here in front of him, causes me to break down for the second time that hour. Closing the door with his foot, Jared pulls me into the house and hugs me tightly.

It feels wrong. With every ounce of my being, this is wrong. But God, does it feel so good to be back in his arms at this moment. The way one hand plays with the end of my hair and the other rubs my back soothingly. It feels like home.

Jared waits until I've calmed down slightly before pulling me into the kitchen. "Tell me what's wrong, Doll." He offers while he starts the kettle for some hot water. I tell him everything from the doll to the sex to the fact that I feel so out of place in my own life. He listens carefully, nodding and humming when I take a pause.

The steaming cup of tea feels good in my shakey hands as I finish my rant about everything going on in my life. "I'm glad you came to me, Doll. Does Tom know you're here?" I shake my head, avoiding his gaze. "Why me then?" I shrug.

"It's habit." I write off, not wanting to admit that as toxic as we are, I still crave him when I'm with Tom. Jared reaches over and takes one of my hands in his. This is the Jared I miss, someone who cares about me and listens to my problems without making them about him.

"What can I do?" I shrug, not having an answer.

"I just needed to talk to someone."

"Why not Tom?"

"I don't know," I answer lowly, pulling my gaze from his blue eyes to my cup of tea again. "He was there, and I just needed someone else, I guess." Jared squeezes my hand three times before walking around the counter and settling himself behind me.

He moves my hair to one side, leaning down to my ear as he massages my shoulders the way I love. "I have a few solutions if you're game." I shake my head.

"I'm still with Tom. That hasn't changed." Jared leans down further, pressing sweet kisses along my neck. My head falls to the side as he kisses the skin.

"What Tom doesn't know won't kill him." I nearly give in. I almost give in to the temptation of a specific dynamic and sexual conclusion. If the front door hadn't opened and closed loudly behind us.

Jared pulls away quickly, looking over his shoulder at the intruder. "Hey, I saw a car in the drive and didn't know if you had company," Shannon greets as he walks into the kitchen with a few grocery bags. "Juliet." He sounds surprised to see me at his kitchen counter. I'm surprised as well. "Is everything okay?"

"She's gotten a few haters lately and needed to vent," Jared answers for me, continuing to rub my shoulders. They feel off. They're not the hands I want on me right now. I should run out the door and right into Tom's arm while I still can, but I can't move from the counter stool.

"I'm sorry, Jules. Who do I need to beat up?" I laugh a little. Shannon was always my favorite brother. He'd go to war for me, even against his own brother. "Is Jared taking care of you?"

"Got her favorite cup of tea, and her shoulder rubs," Jared answers again for me.

"I asked Jules." Shannon bites at his older brother before looking me in the eye. "Are you okay?" I nod.

"Jared's just fine. I just needed a confidant because Tom was there, and I needed an impartial audience." Shannon nods slowly, shifting his eyes between Jared and me.

"Alright. I'll be out of your hair in a few minutes. I just have to put the groceries away."

"No," I jump, causing Jared's hands to dig deeper into my shoulders. If Shannon leaves, I have no accountability with Jared. "You don't have to leave. I've missed hanging out with you."

"I have a date later, but I can hang out for a few minutes." Shannon answers. I have a few minutes to get my bearings and leave before I do something I'll regret.

I catch up with the younger Leto brother, laughing at his usual antics and acting out scenes from his life the last four years. I finish my cup of tea while Shannon talks about a LA Local who only wanted to go on a date with him for the fame.

Jared sits on the other stool, pouting that his brother foiled his evil plan to get into my pants. Shannon's alarm rings, and with a quick goodbye hug, he's out the door. I get off the stool after the front door closes. "I should get going, too," I avoid Jared as I head to the front door.

He pulls me back by my arm, pulling me right into his chest. Jared's eyes are soft and full of mal intentions when he leans down and kisses me. It is soft, sweet, and full of what I want to say is love, but I know it is his way of controlling me again.

But I fall for it and kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck.

I hate myself too, don't worry. This isn't the end, so please continue reading. I'm not saying what I did was justifiable by any means. But there's more to the story than just this.

Taglist: @queenofallhobos

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princessmisery666 · 3 years ago

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NSFW asks: 6, 16, 17 and 24 😜

6: Do you like to be dominant or submissive?

Bit of both, depends on my mood. But if something ain't working, you better believe I'm giving them instructions lol. But also, I ain't to proud to beg.

16: A song you’d listen to during hard/rough/kinky sex?

Hurricane - Thirty Seconds To Mars - the video is visually pleasing and y'know Shannon Leto is fucking hot 🥵 and his arms and the lift scene and just 🤤!!

And Privacy - Chris Brown just cause it's all about sex, it could serve as a manual lmao.

17: A song you’d listen to during soft/slow/passionate sex?

Anything by Mic Lowry, seriously I'm not afraid to admit their voices turn me on. Add to that most of their songs are about sex and I'm a puddle. 🌊

24: Would you have sex with your best friend?

Yes!!! All the sex, all the time!!

NSFW ASKS - come play with me 😉

#Naughty Asks #Fun #Come Play

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caroline18mars · 5 years ago

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A Man On Fire - Chapter 54

“How many more shows here in Italy? Because I keep eating and eating and eating, it's been so long since I had food as decent and as tasty as this”, she pushed another piece of bread in her mouth with a sigh “and if I keep at it, I'm well on my way to gaining a whole lot of weight”. Jared took another mouthful of his granola and shrugged “so? Even more woman for me to handle, mmm love it” with a grin, earning himself a kick under the table, “not funny! Oyyy I'm stuffed” she leaned back in her chair holding her hands on her stomach. “Again? I remember you saying that a couple of times as well last night” he flashed her a dirty grin, “can we talk about anything else than sex for a minute?” she rolled her eyes in mock-drama. “Nope” he leaned back, happily chewing “ok, ok, let's talk about your paintings, where will the magic happen? Do you want me to book a seperate hotelroom where you can paint? Or do you want to work at the venue? I guess you don't want to be moving them from our bedroom to another hotelroom to a venue, there'll be enough damage moving them from city to city or even overseas as it is” he leaned in again sipping his coffee. “Damage? Oh darling, Leonardo Da Vinci crossed the Alpes with Mona Lisa rolled up in a bag hanging from a donkey when he moved to France to be with his lover, I'm sure my paintings will survive” she leaned in to him too and tapped his nose with her finger. “Really?” he was genuinely impressed, “really, so one step to the left or right too far and the most expensive, most famous painting in the world would have been no more, sometimes you've gotta take a risk you know?” she nodded. He rested his hand against his cheek “promise me one thing? If we get to Florence tomorrow, you show me around town? Show me Da Vinci and Michelangelo and you tell me everything you know about them, I didn't get nearly enough art history classes as I should have wanted, I love it, and hearing you talk about these anecdotes it's like watching a documentary, which leads me to the next brilliant idea, making an art history docu your style?” he rattled, getting lost in the dream already. “Hold it, wooahh, back up back up, Jared, hun, Jay?” she shook her head as he just kept spewing ideas and grabbed his hand “just let me paint, ok? Besides the fact that absolutely nobody would be interested in the topic, there's no way I want to be in front of a camera, I don't have the need to be in the limelight, I'm quite happy in the shadows” he scrunched his nose, not happy with the answer but knowing full well this was not a woman whose arm could easily be twisted “but you'll still show me around Florence?”, oh silly man you're absolutely adorable “of course I'll take you around Florence, just put on your walking shoes and don't you dare start moping when you get fed up with all the musea we're gonna do”. Harper leaned in to him, pushing a little kiss on the tip of his nose “and if you're a really good boy, I promise I'll buy you an icecream, ok?”, her giggle was contagious “and are you gonna spank me if I'm a bad boy?” to which she encouragingly wiggled her eyebrows.

Strolling through the park on their way back to the hotel, duty called for Jay in about an hour, he held her hand tighter than he ever had, squeezing, letting go, squeezing again, oh yes this was an internal convo with himself “Come to a conclusion yet? I hope so because I think I've already felt a bone snap in my hand”. What? His head whizzed to look at her “what?” he held up her hand to check the damage done, “wanna talk about it?” she raised her eyebrows when she looked into his eyes “just goes to show how dangerous your thoughts really are”. Something was brewing, that much was clear if him biting his lip and the unintentional harder squeezing of her hand was anything to go by, oohhh trouble, definitely trouble, she almost braced for his reaction “it's just..”. It's just what, Jared? I'm so not ready for whatever this is, “you're scaring me now, ok so what is it? You changed your mind and you want to end it after all? For fuck's sakes Jay” she babbled, getting more anxious by the second. His head shot up again and he took her face between her hands to calm her down “No! That's not it, I didn't change my mind..it's not about us, I just have bad news” his eyes became darker again “I was thinking about how to tell you this, but I guess there's just no right way..Shayla..she's coming back on the road with us” he blurted it out and watched her face go instantly pale like someone had punched her in the stomach. “You're joking, right?” she whispered, ugh why did she feel like the ground was gonna dissapear from underneath her feet? “Jay?” her eyes pierced his, “it was Shannon's idea, there was nothing I can do, I'm so sorry babe” dissapointment, hurt, it was all there in those beautiful brown eyes. “What's next? I mean Sean's back, now Shayla, within a month or so you're probably gonna tell me that Val's part of the gang again too. It just doesn't matter what they do, does it? And I don't matter, and neither does everything they did to me, because I'm temporary, right?” she blurted it all out, the frustration, the pain, just when she thought they could finally get back to being a normal couple, there was always a spanner being thrown in the works.

“Harper, babe? No stop” he followed her as she started walking again “you're not temporary, ok?” and caught up with her “listen to me” he stopped her by jumping in front of her and grabbing her hands “Shannon tried to do good, we really need an assistant and she knows the business, ok? And Val isn't coming back ever, you have to believe me! I swear I don't want this to come between us, you're all that matters to me, not Shayla, not Val, not Sean, I don't care about them, I only care for you, I love you”. Coco took a deep breath and looked at him “I love you too..in my heart I know where I want us to be..but it's always one thing after the other, I just want to have some peace and quiet” she sighed, grabbing his hand “let's just walk back to the hotel, if anything those three fuckers can be an inspiration for a painting and I definitely need a word with Shannon”. So relieved she wasn't angry, he pulled her against him “fuck them all, this is about us not about them” and kissed her lips, god that man's kisses were pure gold, reassuring, firm, hot, tender and demanding at the same time, she wanted a real life with him, settle down and have millions of babies with him..whoaaaa hold on a minute, getting way ahead here, the only thing she wanted right now was a normal, quiet life together, 'quiet' as in out of the spotlights, not like the soap everyone was expecting it to be.

They took their time to get back to the hotel, talking, connecting, “where would you like to have dinner?” he pushed a kiss in her hair as they turned the street of their hotel, glued to each other. “Anywhere is fine really, as long as it is just you and me” she snuck her hand into the back of his pants, just above the curve of his butt “I think this is my favorite part on your body” she squeezed his warm skin there. “Finally someone who doesn't want me entirely for my massive..” he paused for effect, grinning from ear to ear, “that too of course, but in broad daylight I prefer this bit” she smiled at him but it was Shannon who burst their bubble. “Hey beautiful, and I don't mean you bro” he just skipped down the steps and up to them, but when he wanted to plant a kiss on Harper's cheek she pulled back “that's a little hypocrite, don't you think?” she hissed. Shannon looked at Jay with a panic in his eyes, but he just shrugged to show him that this was none of his business, “why don't you and I take this inside?” she let go of Jared and walked up the steps to the entrance. “Is there something you need to tell me, Shannon, or is this your way of showing me how much you really hate me?” she plopped down on one of the couches in the lobby and zipped open her jacket. “Harper..I..” Shannon was crumbling in front of her eyes, he looked like a little boy that was being put in his place “so Jared told you?” he sighed while his brother came walking in as well and sat down next to her. “Of course he did, did he have to wait until she finally showed up here and you'd make it a nasty surprise? You must really hate me” there it was again, her thinking he hated her, “Coco, I don't hate you, really I don't and it pains me that you think I do, we're in a bit of a pickle here..I mean we really need someone to take over all those tasks we don't have time for and Shayla seemed like the best option”. He shuffled uncomfortably in his seat when the waiter brought the coffees Jared had ordered, “both Jared and I know what they've done to you so we've decided to put a special clause in their contract: if they give you even the slightest bit of trouble, they're out”. Coco took her cup and leaned back in her seat, her eyes locking with Jared's for a moment, god he was gorgeous, the way he sat there in that beautiful diffuse light, his cheeks rosy from the cold morning walk, he did need a shave though..mind wandering again, take care of the older Leto first. “It's your show and I do realize that I'm a guest on this tour as well so I'm not the one to interfere but I have to admit it shook me” she sipped her coffee, warming her hands on the cup while she glared at Shannon. “I get that but I hope you can forgive me?” Shannon gave her a careful smile “Nope, not just yet anyway” she shook her head and focused back on her coffee.

”I think you're the only one who can get under Shannon's skin” Jared smiled, sipping his tea “look at him, he's completely shook up”, Harper put her cup back down and nervously ran her hand through her hair “I didn't mean to, I don't want him to think I'm an egotistical bitch who thinks this is all about her because I don't, maybe I should go and apologize..”. Jared pulled her closer and kissed the side of her head “Oh no, you don't! Let him stew for a bit, let it sink in..” while his brother shuffled back over to the lounge “we have to go..uhm..Harper, wanna come along?”. Harper grabbed her bag “no, I'm gonna try out all those beautiful colors, you know..just keeping sane” and stood up, Jared pulled her against him and whispered “you sure? I don't want to miss you”. Her finger ran over his leather jacket “I'm sure, I take it she'll be landing shortly? And I don't want to be confronted with her just yet..I'll miss you too, but at least we'll be doing something we both love to do” why did this beautiful freak have to be so damn sexy? He was talking just now about getting under someone's skin, but damn he, his name, his whole being was already tattooed a million times under her skin. “Ok..I love you, remember that” he whispered, unable to leave her lips alone, “too mushy, Leto, too damn mushy” she acted all tough, but her inner voice wanted to scream that she loved him too, more than he could ever imagine, but to be that vulnerable? Oh no, not in a million years, she had been too vulnerable in the past and look where it got her, nope, she was a tough cookie and she could resist anything. Something as normal and simple as watching him leave almost became unbearable, this had to stop, she hated being so dependent, not being, feeling, definitely feeling, there was a difference! The van that took him away hadn't even turned the corner or her phone bleeped

From: BJLCubbins

To: HCDeRobiano

Subject: Not my first but definitely my last!

Babe,

Just stop me from popping the question, because I'm about to, put my feet back on the ground because right now I don't see any reason why I shouldn't just ask you to marry me.

My love for you is scaring me

Loveyouloveyouloveyou

Your fool Jay

Her heart hammered in her chest, whatwhatwhatwhat? She read it again, he actually did ask..wait no, get it together De Robiano

From: HCDeRobiano

To: BJLCubbins

Subject: Re: Not my first but definitely my last

Oy Leto,

Did you drink paddo-tea? I'm just gonna ignore this because you're probably gonna eat those words by tonight, why? If you're asking me to stop you from asking, then I'm stopping you here and now! Breathe! Think about how impulse marriages don't work in 95% of the time, feeling better? Good!

That being said, I love you too, very much, you adorable fool of mine

Coco

Hitting the 'send' button, her heart sank, there was no turning back anymore, did she ever think or want to get married? God no, but with him? Absolutely! Ah well, too late now, what are you thinking, they had known each other a couple of weeks, no ok, done, ridiculous idea!..or not?..paint Coco, just paint!

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harley-quinnn · 6 years ago

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Not Afraid Anymore

Jared Leto x Reader

Prompt: Merry Christmas harls! ❤️ Can I request a Jared x reader based on Not Afraid Anymore by Halsey? It doesn’t have to be a song fic but the concept

{A/N} I kind of pictured this as a prelude to Violent Delight halfway into writing it, since I mentioned in that story that the reader had already met him at a show months prior! This was so fun and once I got to writing it, I couldn’t stop! It is not a song fic, but just based on the concept of the song. I hope ya like it, puddin’! xo Harley

Warnings: Sexy sex. Daddy kink, choking, gagging, a slap or two, teasing that probably killed me more to write. (Also a very, very disgruntled best friend.)

“I can’t believe we’re here!” You enthused, your wide eyed friend hopping in place a few times as she waited in line beside you.

You won them on the radio, the VIP tickets to the show. At first, you weren’t even sure if you should even try to call the station, but knowing just how badly you and your friend Claire wanted to attend the meet and greet with Thirty Seconds to Mars, you figured there was nothing to lose.

“God.. If he touches me, I’m going to scream,” Claire said emphatically, her eyes rolling back at the thought before she grabbed onto your shoulders. “What if we get invited to stay behind or something!?”

“Claire, please. It’s us and a million others right now. We should just be lucky we’re here at all,” you gently remind her, your eyes drifting toward the long line ahead of you, and then to the rest of it behind you.

She pouted, her perfectly rosy cheeks puffing out as she blew a few strands of brown hair from her angelic face, reminding you of an upset toddler.

“I can dream, can’t I?” She asked, crossing her arms in front of her.

“Yes! Of course. Just don’t get your hopes up too high,” you said.

Claire was the dreamer, always excited, always hoping for the most unlikely situation. She helped balance out your usual level-headed-ness. It was fun to play pretend, but you didn’t necessarily want to play groupie, you just wanted a chance to meet the man you adored; and adore him in your mind where no one could hear you scream as he stared you in the face and pretended to care that you were there.

It seemed like only seconds passed when the entire room began to shout with joy. Your eyes shut automatically as you lifted your brows, your hand reaching to rub your ear as you looked around the room again. Claire was hanging over the edge of the rope that held the line together, waving her thin, pale arm frantically at the front of the room. You decided it was safe to assume Jared and Shannon had finally arrived.

As much as you wanted to get caught up in the overwhelming wave of excitement, all you desired was to catch a glimpse of Jared up close and in the flesh. Try as you might- no dice. The other members of the crowd were in your way and weren’t willing to give up their spots to look at him so easily. You shrugged to yourself and hung back.

I’ll see him later.

Suddenly, you were being swept up in Claire’s arms, a rough hug capturing your frame as she raved.

“I saw him! I saw him! Oh my.. {Y/N}, he’s even more gorgeous up close!”

You forced a smile. You’d ruined her fun enough, you thought.

“Really? I can’t wait.”

“Well didn’t you see him?”

“No, but that’s okay! I will once we get closer.”

She nodded, her demeanor suddenly changing to something like feeling sorry for you as she pulled out her phone and opened the camera. She tousled her brunette locks from under the barrette she wore and reapplied her lipstick. You immediately knew what she was planning.

A pang of jealousy peaked in your chest as she puckered her pout in the camera. You were pretty, sure, but Claire had a way about her that even models didn’t possess. Should her little daydream come true, you were certain you’d have no part in it. Still, she was your best friend, and you set all those feelings aside to be happy for her. You gave a soft nudge to her side.

“You don’t need to do all that. I’m sure he’ll fall in love the moment he lays eyes on you.”

The color red that painted her cheeks was like none you’d seen before as she quickly put her phone and lipstick back in her pocket. She suddenly gave you a shy smile and an even shyer shrug.

The crowd roared again and the photos began. You could only catch glimpses of the camera flash, and hear his voice laughing and carrying on with fans amidst the chatter of everyone else. The line seemed to move agonizing slow; He seemed to take his time with everyone, and so did Shannon. Butterflies began to kick up in your stomach as you drew near enough to see his handsome face. Before you knew it, there was only one other person ahead of you. You’d both turned away from the scene, not wanting to lose your heads prematurely.

“We’re so close!” Claire squealed, clasping her hands together as she looked at you.

“You’re next!” You heard from behind, the familiar velvety voice that you’d grown so infatuated with over the years musically filling your ears.

Claire lost it, tears of joy welling up in her eyes as she pushed past you and headed right into Jared’s arms, embracing him in an unashamed hug. You quickly felt betrayed. She was hogging him all to herself, not even giving you a chance to say hello. When you finally approached them, he was teasing her; pulling the hat from her head, tracing his fingers over the writing on the sleeves of the bands shirt she had on. You were a ghost next to them as you approached Shannon, who automatically noticed your upset mood despite your forced grin.

“Don’t look so sad!” He said. “I’m not Jared but I’m just as cool. Better yet- cooler.”

“No! Oh my gosh, no. I love you!” You gushed, your emotions doing a complete turn around as he swept you into his arms for a big hug. You had almost forgotten about the scene playing out next to you.

Claire always got what she wanted.

The photographer gathered you, Claire, Jared and Shannon, and counted down for the photo. You smiled, despite feeling like you didn’t even get a chance to smile in Jared’s direction. You adored Shannon, and he was so kind. Though they both had your loyalty, Jared would always be your favorite.

A click of the camera and you were done. Just like that, you were being shuffled off by assistants to make room for the next fan. You gave Shannon another hug before he turned his attention to the person behind you. Your eyes remained on the floor as you passed by Claire giving Jared her last bits of affection in hopes for an invitation back to the tour bus, or wherever he might be staying. You bowed your head just slightly, becoming invisible and blending into the background just as you were used to.

Walking past them, you felt a knot in your stomach that pushed its way to your throat as you tried not to cry out of hurt and just a twinge of anger.

That was, until you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, what’s your name?” He asked, stopping you dead in your tracks as you came face to face with the Jared Leto.

“I..” You looked at Claire, who might as well have been hooked away from him like an actor in an old fashioned play. “I’m {Y/N}.”

Your eyes met his again, and you swallowed hard, trying to push the feeling of crying and excitement away all at once.

“Jared, we have to get going,” an assistant said, nervously eyeing the people next in line who were chatting with Shannon.

“I didn’t get to talk to {Y/N}, just give me a minute please,” he told her kindly and calmly, turning aside to speak to you.

You couldn’t believe he was stopping the entire order of things just to make sure he said hello to you. Maybe dreams did come true. Still, you felt bad for getting him in trouble and messing with the schedule.

“Thanks for coming. I’m glad to see you here,” he grinned.

“Oh, I wouldn’t have missed this for anything,” you said meekly, trying desperately to keep your blush at bay as you stood before him. “You don’t have to keep everyone waiting, though, I’ll get out of your way.”

“No, it’s okay! I love meeting you guys. It seems like we just didn’t get enough time together. Please, stay.”

Stay.

Where you had almost turned to leave, you shifted back to your position in front of him, finally allowing your eyes to really drink him in. He was tall and slender, his athletic build hidden under the long sleeved shirt he wore. His long locks were lustrous and his blue eyes reminded you cold pools on a hot summer day. His jawline could cut ice and his hands were masculine, but still held a touch of softness. An image of his hand trailing down your bare waist flashed in your mind, bringing the blush in your countenance forward again.

“Are you sure? I think my friend Claire sucked up enough camera time,” you joked shyly.

Every move he made was smooth as he rested his hand on your upper arm, shaking his head and rolling his eyes playfully at your statement.

“Oh, actually,” he started as though recalling a distant memory before turning to the photographer and assistant. “We didn’t get a picture together, let’s get one,” he said, waving his finger lightly at the camera before taking his place next to you.

His arm reached around you in a half-embrace, and what he said next, in a low and gentle tone, just loud enough for you to hear, shocked you.

“You’ve got a very beautiful face. The rest of you is just as amazing.”

There was no doubt your expression was full of surprise and bashfulness when the photographer looked at his camera’s screen and suggested taking a new photo.

“Take a few!” Jared enthused before looking down at you.

“Me?” You asked with a grin, suddenly surging with a confidence you knew was only going to last a few more minutes. “Did you tell Claire that, too?”

“Not so shy anymore, are we?” He smirked as the camera shutter sounded, your eyes fixed on his.

“She’s pretty, no doubt. But I prefer you. You weren’t clamoring for my attention like miss Dirty Diana over there,” he quipped, referencing the Michael Jackson song every musician knew like the back of their hand.

“Well, I don’t really need to fawn all over someone to get what I want,” you responded, and the look on his face screamed ‘impressed.’

“You ever try your luck with the devil, sweetheart?” He asked in a raspy tone, sending your senses atwitter. “When I play, I play to win.”

Claire was absolutely your best friend, but in the moment, she had already cast you aside in an attempt at Jared. You quickly peered over your shoulder as you noticed her still being shuffled back into the crowd that had already had their time with the band. Still hurt over her total disregard for you, you decided to look out for yourself instead of worry about her.

Your heart couldn’t pump fast enough as you continued to absorb his words. You quickly feel as though you’d just gotten yourself into something you’d been dying for, but hadn’t had time to prepare for. What you wanted, desired, was impure, and it seemed like he was just the man for the job.

“Game on, then,” you spoke just loud enough for him to hear, noticing a darker kind of smirk slide across his features shortly there after.

Though Claire had been the hopeful one all night, it seemed like you were getting your (and her) every dream. Lust was a hell of a drug, and it seemed he liked you more than just taking one hit.

The camera shuttered once more as he bent down to kiss your cheek for a photo, your eyes closing instantly with a flirty grin. Before he pulled away, he pressed his lips to your ear.

“Stay after the meet and greet.. Just you. For me?”

You looked back up at him, noticing the gleam in his eye as he pressed his palms together and gave you a pleading smile.

“Okay, I’ll stay.”

His face lit up like the crystal ball on New Year’s Eve as he squeezed your shoulder and discreetly instructed the assistant to lead you to the green room of the venue. Her eyes snapped from yours to his, then back again before she sighed and obeyed his order- something you assumed happened quite often to anyone he may have spoken to.

“Come on,” she urged, clearly annoyed before walking past him and toward a large door.

You looked at Jared one last time, and he threw you a wink before turning to meet the people in line behind you with an enthusiastic expression.

Following closely behind the woman leading you past the door and down a hallway, your eyes roamed around the mostly empty space. She stopped at another door before pulling a key from her pocket and swiftly sliding it into the doorknob.

“It’s not everyday he asks this,” she assured you, but something in the back of your head told you otherwise.

“Just take a seat anywhere,” she said again as the door popped open, revealing a large room void of anyone else, clad with couches, snacks and vintage arcade and pinball machines that silently flashed fun colors. “And please don’t talk to anyone else. I could get in so much trouble for this.”

The atmosphere of the room was nothing like you were expecting. It was dimly lit, one would even say completely dark, save for the bright glowing neon signs that hung on the walls paired with lava lamps and faux candles that falsely burned on tables. It was an aesthetic dream as you stepped inside, and it took an immense amount of effort not to lose your head over the room itself.

When you turned to thank her, she had already disappeared, the door cracked open just an inch. You suddenly felt unsure of why you were there. He could’ve had anyone else.. Claire, mostly. Why me? You moved to plop down on one of the couches and pull your phone from your pocket. A sense of dread washed over you at the thought of checking your texts, knowing Claire’s name would be there. Cringing, you unlocked your phone.

Thirty-seven new text messages. Only one of them was from your mom hoping you were having a good time. You replied to her without bothering to glance at Claire’s messages before locking your phone again. She would just have to deal with it.

A bowl of skittles on the table looked awfully appetizing as you soaked in the room, leaning forward from the couch to pick at it. Even the flavors seemed to come alive more than usual as you awaited his appearance in the doorway.

Time passed quickly, too quickly as your heart hammered in your chest harder with every passing moment. Before too long, you stood up, thinking of leaving.

But, what if?

It was a chance you didn’t want to take. Instead, you walked toward the arcade machines, lingering around them slowly as you thought about just what happened tonight. It was even more unnerving to think about what was possibly to come.

You weren’t as experienced as your friend, but you knew enough. Though you’d had the chance to act on your deepest fantasies, something always held you back. It was a strange fear that kept you; maybe of attachment, maybe of simply liking it too much. Because of that you remained vanilla most of your sexual life, save for the places you’d gotten down and dirty.

You’d heard the rumors about him, you’d seen the signs in his music and in his speech. The gifs on Tumblr and the way he like to tease the audience during concerts. Still, there was the slightest pang of worry as you wondered if that was what he was expecting. If he assumed you’d be just as into the darker side as he was.

You wanted it, him and all things that came with him, there was no doubt about it. Who wouldn’t want him? But that faint panic started running through your body as you realized if those rumors were true, you wouldn’t just be on your back on the couch for twenty minutes. You’d be apart of something darker, rougher; something sickeningly beautiful.

Your skin crawled at the thought. You wanted to try it so badly, to finally give up control and act on impulse. The fear almost melted away as another image flashed through you mind; his hand pulling on your hair, his teeth in your neck. There was electricity in the air as you caught yourself breathing just a bit heavier, running your finger along the tops of the arcades and pinball machines one by one as you walked past them as slow as molasses.

He seemed into me- maybe laid on the charm a little thick.. but if he didn’t like me at all, he wouldn’t have. Would he? Sure, he teased Claire, but he didn’t ask her to stay behind. He could have anyone tonight.. he could have anyone ever. Why me?

Your thoughts trailed back to what the woman said as she opened the door in the first place.

“But why?” You asked yourself quietly in the silence of the room.

“Because you’re different,” the intoxicating voice you’d know anywhere chimed in from the doorway, starling you as you curtly turned to face him.

“Oh, I didn’t hear you coming,” you said, a soft, nervous laugh escaping you.

“You will,” he quipped quickly before continuing on, the joke making your emotions leap. “Sorry, that took a little longer than usual. It was a crazy crowd tonight.”

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him before making his way to the same bowl of skittles on the table, picking up a handful and walking towards you.

“It’s okay,” you said quietly, attempting with every ounce of might not to lose your mind completely as you watched his every move in awe. He was even more charming and enamoring alone, without having to keep a guard up to defend himself from hundreds of people at once. Sinking your teeth into your lower lip gently, you turned around quickly to hide your face from him, absentmindedly eyeing the flashing pinball machine you’d stopped in front of.

“You like them?” He asked as he stood next to you, gesturing to the glowing machines.

“Oh yeah. They remind me of my childhood, actually. I used to hang out at the arcade and.. do stupid stuff with my friends.”

“I always liked the green room here. Every venue is different, but this one stuck with me.”

His attitude was cool and aloof, but never to the point of completely uncaring. It was immediately disarming as you cracked a smile.

“You must see the inside of so many of these places.”

“I do,” he said. “Everywhere is different. But sometimes, you find that one element that makes a place worth remembering.”

“Just one? What’s the element here?” You asked, curious.

“Tonight, it’s you.”

Your breath remained in your lungs as you stilled beside him, your eyes daring to drift from the pinball machine to meet his heart stopping gaze. Every time you looked at him felt like the first time. Your words weren’t available to you as you held his stare. The tension building couldn’t be cut with a knife, but rather something more of a chainsaw as you tried to gather yourself.

“Don’t be nervous,” he finally said, his tone soft as he stepped back a bit. “I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable.”

“That’s really not the case,” you quickly responded, you eyes closing for just a second. “I’m, so, so far from uncomfortable.”

Where you had no words before, you were suddenly revealing too much. Nervous, yes, uncomfortable, absolutely not. It was bad enough you were completely infatuated with him, it was even worse he was into you, too- even worse in all the good ways, anyway. If only for the night.

You were stuck between going as far as you’d always wanted, to politely declining anything other than a hug and a conversation and being on your way. In that moment, you refused the thought of the latter.

“Are you?” He asked, his tone gruff, yet still soft.

“Yes,” you assured, your voice breathier than you anticipated it to be. “But I am a little intimidated.”

He noticed it too, breathing a soft chuckle as he moved to push some hair from your face, his hand staying on the side of your head tenderly.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t intend that.. Not maliciously, or anything,” he added nonchalantly with a faint, lighthearted grin.

A soft giggle emitted from your lips and you rolled your eyes playfully before his hand slid from your head to the side of your neck. When his eyes traveled from yours to your lips, you could almost hear the blood rushing to your cheeks again.

“Do you always blush so easily?” He smirked. “It’s precious.”

Bringing a hand to your cheek, words spilled past your lips without any way to control it. “You’re just, far more handsome than even I expected,” you gushed and looked away, unable to reel it back as your hand gripped onto the pinball machine behind you. “And I can’t help but want you.”

Your breathing grew staggered as he moved closer. There was something even more alluring about him in person, and you knew you were about to crumble to pieces when he leaned in and gripped onto your chin, turning you to face him in a rougher manner than you were used to.

“How do you want me?” he asked under his breath, leaning over you against the machine as his free hand gripped onto it beside you.

That was all you needed. The darker, submissive side to you would be hidden away no longer. There was something you needed that you felt only he could give you. His grip got just a bit tighter on your chin as you inhaled, holding his dangerous gaze. The masochistic craving you felt in your loins was insatiable as you opened your mouth to speak.

“Hard and fast,” you breathed, your slightly trembling hand moving to grip onto the collar of shirt as he leaned you back just a bit more. “Destructive.. I’m not afraid anymore.”

He didn’t waste any time. He picked you up and threw you onto the pinball machine, his lips meeting yours like there was a magnet attracting him to you. His kiss was suffocatingly deep as he parted your lips, smearing your nude-colored lipstick on your mouth as his hands explored your body. The taste of his lips was sweet as the candy he’d just ingested, sending you into a whirlwind of heaven. Still trembling just slightly, you moved your hand to touch his flesh; to finally get what you’d been dying to have for years. You hardly realized you were digging your fingers into his back when he pulled away for just a moment, ripping his shirt off of his toned body and exposing the tattoo on his chest you’d always dreamt of running your tongue over. You kicked your heels off quickly, wrapping your ankle behind his body as the intensity heightened between you.

He tugged you down closer to the edge of the surface he had you on, ripping your shirt off before pressing his lips back to yours with a force to them you’d never felt from anyone before. Your nether regions burned with a desire that you’d only heard of in movies as you pushed back, kissing him with same fervency he was giving you. A soft groan filled the air, and it was all Jared needed to hear as his hands tugged at your jeans, yanking them down your legs and dropping them to the floor. Without warning, you felt his hand on your barely clothed sex, pressing his fingertips against it roughly.

“Such a sweet girl, and yet so filthy..” he growled as his lips trailed down your neck roughly; a mixture of bites and kisses peppering your skin.

You brought his head against your flesh harder, your eyes falling shut as you moaned under his touch. The emotions and sensations within you bubbled like champagne in a glass with every word he spoke. There was no stopping the immense amount of arousal that he inflicted on you with every coy sentence; with every ounce of affection.

“Harder,” was all you could manage, and he swiftly obeyed.

His teeth sunk further into your skin, his finger rubbing circles over your engorged clit before slapping it a few times. Each slap sent a warm electric shock from your core to every other centimeter of your body, eliciting a new, delicate moan from you every time.

“Already, sweetheart?” He taunted softly. “Damn, such a fucking slut for daddy.. And I haven’t even fucked you, yet.”

His voice was gruff and full of lust as he spoke. He stood up again, shoving you down onto the pinball machine, rattling the pieces inside of it as his hand gripped around your throat. His other hand moved to tear your panties off your body. You gasped, opening your legs for him as he stood between them, rubbing his groin against your core through his pants. You watched as he bit his lower lip, his eyes roaming over your body lecherously as he gave your neck another squeeze. There was no question he was getting harder in his pants as he did so. It was enough to get you going even more, the thought of being the reason he needed you just as and much as you needed him.

“Then fuck me.. I want you to push me completely.. No limits,” you begged.

He lifted a brow with a smirk, his eyes landing on your pussy, glistening under the buzzing neon lights as he drew a breath between his teeth. It all drove you further up the wall with every passing second. He was addicting already, like a sweet kind of venom that you never knew you needed rushing through your bloodstream.

“No limits, huh?” he pondered, his hand moving to pull his length from his pants, still pinning you down with the other.

“None. I want it all. All your wrath..”

“Such dirty words coming from such an innocent face, {Y/N}..” he said, tapping the head of his shaft against your swollen folds a few times, eliciting a whimper from you.

With one, quick thrust, he pushed his large member into your core, your mouth slightly agape as you inhale at the sudden pleasure laced with the slightest twinge of a blissful pain. He was bigger than you were expecting, filling you up with no issue, but as he began to rock back and forth, the sensation quickly melted into nothing but pure, unadulterated euphoria. There was nothing like it, the high he had you running off of as you fit his rigid member like a glove.

“Oh, daddy..” you mewled, not used to such a filthy term coming from your lips, but aroused even more just at the opportunity to use it.

Jared picked up the pace, his hand dragging itself down your breasts before squeezing each of them over your favorite bra. Your leg pushed him even closer to your body as it bounced underneath him. He slid his hand beneath your bra next, pinching and tugging at your taut nipples as you moaned out his name, watching him bite into his lip as you did so.

Your senses tinged right along with his own as your shoulder blades pressed against the hard glass surface he had you on top of. When you moved to prop yourself up on your shoulder, his hand quickly met your cheek with a slap before smearing his thumb over your lip and grabbing your chin again, shoving you back down against the machine as he thrusted into you harder, his fingertips connecting with you cheek again. Your tight walls clenched around his solid cock, only offering the both of you more friction to get off on as he kept it up.

“You don’t move unless I move you,” he rasped, his hand moving to rub your clit again, this time with more pressure.

You were on cloud nine as you took every inch as deeply as he could possibly give it to you, crying out between gasps. His grunting was temperature rising, his moaning almost too hot for you to handle, and when saw his hand move to tear the belt that hung on his pants from its place, a whole new sensation of need appeared.

Your back arched as he ran it over your skin, the material was cold and smooth as he curtly leaned over you, and held it over your mouth, his hands on either side of your head as he fucked into you relentlessly.

It was obvious, plainly obvious, that he was only using you to tease himself as he began to slow down, towering over your helpless frame as one hand gripped onto the back of the pinball machine above you, the other squeezing your own breast with an eagerness to feel everything at once. His skin was just slightly damp as he pulled his thick cock out slowly, then pushing into your sweet spot again at the same pace, over and over.

“That tight little pussy is all mine, isn’t it kitten?” he groaned, his expression intense as he watched you with the belt over your mouth.

You bit into it, whimpering with a nod as your nails clawed at his shoulder, next. Your hips lifted to collide with his groin as you tilted your head back against the machine. He let go for a moment, the material still hanging over your mouth as he lifted your legs over his shoulders. His hand swiftly met your backside, slapping it violently with a firm squeeze before he leaned back over you and held the belt down again. His cock hit your g-spot with such a mouthwatering deliciousness, that you began to feel overwhelmed with pleasure; tears forming in your waterline. All you wanted was more of him, to feel the beautiful release that he was building you up to. Your stomach was in glorious, anticipatory knots as he continued.

“So helpless, trying to play with me like you can handle it..”

He lifted the belt just a bit so you could respond, a glint in his eye as he smirked down at you, still thrusting slowly.

“I can, baby..” you assured, your tone just as helpless as he knew it would be; just as desperate to please him.

With that, he pushed into you all at once again roughly, a cry falling from your lips as your chest heaved. You were close, so close. How he managed to get this far himself was beyond you as he chuckled, low and sensually.

“Does that feel good, baby girl?” he asked, taunting you now as he mercilessly stroked into you harder.

“Oh, fuck.. Yes, daddy! Fuck me!”

Your pussy throbbed around him, leaving you no time to keep your climax at bay as you finally let go. When he noticed you were at the finish line, he threw the belt aside and reached for your neck, squeezing it just right as your body writhed in response. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through your veins, sending a warm, sizzling sensation through your core. When he felt your walls squeeze his length repeatedly, he let himself go, too. A carnal groan bolting out of him like a freight train as his thrusts grew harder and animalistic. Riding out his ecstasy only helped you into another release as your overstimulated center sent nerve singing ripples of the most intense orgasm you’d ever felt- alone or with someone else.

“That’s right baby, cum for daddy.. Let me feel that pussy cum just for me,” he groaned into the open air.

Your pulsing clit was sensitive, only growing increasingly more sensitive as he reached to slap it over and over before his hands slid to grip onto your hips violently, thrusting into you with the same urgency as before.

Leaving you breathless and senseless all at once while he spilled inside of you was just the game he wanted to play. His fingers digging into your soft skin was painful, adding to the amazing feeling between your thighs as your swollen pussy swallowed his throbbing shaft with ease.

Jared’s eyes were glued to yours as you shuddered beneath him, watching your every reaction intently. It only got him off even harder on the fact that it was all because of him. The immense wetness that was dripping from your center made him slide in and out of you swiftly, your moaning turning into a soft whining as he slowed down, pushing back into you a few more times before finally pulling out with a sigh of satisfaction.

He set your legs back down and pulled at his pants, fixing himself again as you laid on the pinball machine, heaven in your eyes and mind. Suddenly, you wondered if you were going to be able to walk at all as a soreness replaced the fullness you’d just felt.

Giving into him, getting what you wanted, it all felt surreal as you looked up at the ceiling. The sex was rough and on fire, a total one-eighty from what you were used to. It was exciting, and honestly? Igniting. You wanted more of him, so much more. You wanted the darkness and the rage; the violence and the loss of control. You’d just gotten it all, but you were still hungry for him; still hungry for more. If what you’d just experienced was any indication, you were fast on your way to the sick and twisted desire you shared with him, no longer afraid to give it and receive it. Jared had satisfied you thoroughly, but as you laid on the pinball machine with an aching between your legs, you realized when it came to him, there was no way you’d ever be completely finished

A deep breath was all you allowed yourself before sitting back up, the puddle underneath you coating the back of your thighs as you looked for your clothes on the floor. He moved to pick up your jeans and panties, handing them back over to you with a smirk.

“Do you live around here?” he asked, and you almost couldn’t believe he’d moved into regular conversation so quickly.

You reminded yourself that he was Jared Leto, after all. You were probably just one out of a million when it came to tour flings. You attempted to shake the envy quickly.

“Yeah, just about twenty minutes away,” you breathed, still trying to bring yourself back down as you carefully took your clothes back.

You slid off of the pinball machine and into the articles of clothing he handed back to you.

“I get back home in a few months.. Maybe we can hang out again.”

The snort that escaped you wasn’t meant to be rude, but it was inevitable.

“You want to see me again?”

He mocked the expression on your features playfully with a light chuckle. “Of course I do. Are you kidding?”

You grabbed your shirt off the floor, slipping into it and looking at him meekly.

“Sorry, I just.. You’re.. You know, you can have anyone.” “Oh, I just spent all that time giving you my undivided attention and you still think I’d want to give it to someone else?”

“I know how you sweet talking band guys work,” you retorted, showing him you weren’t just another naive girl, even if you felt like it.

“So you’ve done this before?” he quipped, a sly grin on his features.

“No! I just.. Assume. You’re all a special kind of breed..” You stammered, huffing and regrouping as he stepped closer to you. “ What I meant is, I don’t expect you to all of a sudden be in love with me endlessly and want to give up.. Tour life,” You stated, knowing he knew exactly what you meant.

He chuckled again softly, shaking his head as he wrapped a hand around your waist, looking down into your {E/C} eyes.

“Where’s your phone? I’ll give you my personal line.”

You hesitated, studying his expression as you reached into your back pocket, suddenly glad it didn’t slip out during your rendezvous. When you pulled your phone out, he took it gently from your hand, unlocking it to put his number into your contacts.

“Claire is pissed,” he joked, drawing out his words as he lifts his brows, his thumb scrolling through the thread.

Had it been anyone else, you might’ve been mad that he went through your messages with her like that. However, he was different already, and she was showing her ass.

“Oh, yeah… She was hoping it would was going to be her getting railed tonight. Definitely not me.”

He laughed, looking at you and saving his contact.

“Getting railed, huh? Such a lady,” he joked.

You blushed in return as he slipped your phone into your back pocket for you, a soft giggle emitting from your chest as he gave your rear a firm squeeze. A faint pain made itself known under his hand from where he’d spanked you earlier, and you chewed on your lower lip.

“You know there’s more where that came from, right? Pushing your limits.. I’ve barely started.”

His icy stare landed on yours, a silent moment hanging between you as your breath hitched nervously in your chest all over again. Something told you if he did ever call you again, he’d just keep going. He’d keep going harder and harder every time you saw each other, until you were completely devoted to his every need. You were about to respond when-

“{Y/N}! What the fuck! How could you just leave me like that?!” you heard Claire calling out, the door swinging open and slamming into the wall behind it.

“As if on cue..” he said under his breath to you.

You jumped, trying to calm back down as Jared turned to face her.

“You must be Claire,” he grinned, and she automatically melted at his presence.

“Oh, yes.. Hi, again,” she said, pouring the flirt on thick. “Fancy meeting you here, babe.”

He only smiled, turning back to you and pulling you close with one arm before leaning in to plant a passionate kiss on your lips. When he pulled away, he winked and headed for the door. “Text me your address. I’ll call you when I’m back,” he said, grabbing his shirt from the couch he threw it on in the heat of your moment and walking cockily out of the room. “Be good, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t help the grin on your lips as you thought about what just happened. When you turned to Claire, you saw envy, confusion and rage written all over her features as she seethed, practically chomping at the bit to ask what the hell any of that was; but she didn’t need to ask. You simply shrugged, suddenly uncaring of her behavior.

“What can I say? He’s one hell of a guy.”

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kmp78 · 1 year ago

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The 30 Seconds to Mars frontman claims female fans of his band are more interested in giving him and his bandmates - Tomo Milicevic and brother Shannon Leto - gifts or poems than a night of wild passion.

He said: "People are more likely to come up to us with artwork or poems or they've made you something like a bracelet rather than the other thing (sex). But our music never dictated that. We didn't get into a band to party and get chicks."

😂😂😂😂

Banging chicks was just a side bonus🤷🏼‍♀️

Riiiiiight... 😂😂😂

Poor Lambred kicking groupies off him cos all he wants to do is read Neruda. 😭

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UPCOMING STORY! Request fulfillment time :) to the lovely reader who asked for a one shot of Shannon and Isabella on their wedding night, it’s happening soon! If I finish tonight I’ll upload in the next few hours, if not it’ll be tomorrow morning. Either way, Shan smut ahoy! Who’s excited?

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lolainblue · 6 years ago

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Phoenix -- Chapter 16

Jane:

May passed in a blur of hotel rooms, radio studios, fundraisers, and airport shuttles, punctuated with wistful Skype calls with Jared that ultimately left me more frustrated than anything else. Mars had only had a few tour dates in May, but that was mostly due to Jared being booked solid on other commitments, and between the two of us, we were as overscheduled as two people could possibly be. By the time June rolled around, whenever I called I could see the tired puffiness in Jared's eyes, puffiness that matched my own. I missed him terribly but there was nothing to be done about the situation. We both had our commitments.

My book tour finally rolled down in June, and the first thing I did was fly home and sleep for most of three days. Jared's tour had picked back up again with nearly back to back European shows, and Roger was finishing up part of a shoot in the Czech Republic. The house felt empty without him and his big presence. We'd only lived there for a few months before we both had to leave, and I couldn't seem to find the vibe of my normal life there no matter how hard I tried. I hadn't made many friends in LA yet, I was still miserly with my personal attachments, and I found myself with nothing to distract me from a sort of creeping loneliness. Since Roger and Gretchen had worked things out the bakery was no longer off limits, so I popped down there for a late lunch in hopes that she might find some time to sit down with me and chat. The bakery had a small cafe attached; a small room with a coffee house vibe that was what had initially drawn me and Roger in. It was scattered with granite topped bistro tables, tall upholstered dining chairs, and lots of plants. There was a fireplace along one wall, and a low leather sofa and some matching chairs that sat in front of it. This late in the afternoon the lunch crowd had already gone, and Gretchen was busy wiping down tables. She looked up as I came in and a smile of recognition spread across her face. “Jane! You're back in town!” she called out as she tucked the towel she had been using into the front pocket of her apron. “It's so good to see you again. How are things?” “Odd,” I confessed as I walked past the counter. “This doesn't quite feel like home yet. Not when I'm alone in that big house.” Gretchen nodded knowingly before making her way behind the display case. “I can see how you would feel that way. You just need to give it some time.” She pulled out a tray. “The usual?” “Yes, please.” I watched as Gretchen pulled a tub of my favorite salad filling out of the cooler and made me a sandwich on one of her bakery's big flaky croissants. She added a half salad and two lattes before taking the tray over to one of the small cafe tables. “Justin, I'm taking my break,” she called out to the teenager at the register as she directed me to one of the tables. Whether it was Gretchen's sunny disposition or the way the faux fireplace flickered comfortingly a few feet away I could quickly feel myself settling down. She set the salad and one of the lattes in front of her and watched me with patient brown eyes until I had settled in with my lunch. “Come on and fill me in.” “Not much to tell,” I said as I blew on my coffee. “I've just been sleeping and puttering around the house. I'm thinking about getting new furniture for the sun porch. The wicker feels so dated...” Gretchen rolled her eyes. “That's not what I mean. Tell me about that gorgeous boyfriend of yours. Have you seen him again? Are things getting steamy?” I was surprised Roger hadn't filled her in. “Yes. To both questions,” I replied with a little blush, thinking of the night Jared and I had spent together on my birthday, the last time I had seen him. “At least they were getting steamy. It's been six weeks since we were together. I mean, we talk and all, but I miss him, you know?” “Yeah, I know, believe me,” Gretchen replied with a sigh and I remembered that it had been a while since she had been able to be with Roger. “I'm sorry. Of course you know.” “Well, Roger will be back in a little over two weeks. How much longer until you get to see Jared?” “I don't know, actually. I'm supposed to be working on this teaser for my agent, but I'm thinking of putting that off until later. I can't seem to settle down and write anything, my head is too full. I'm leaving for Nepal next Wednesday, then I've got a fundraiser in New York, an awards dinner there, and then vacation at my parents' house. Jared's schedule is even worse than mine, full all the way until September, to be honest. He's wrapping up some tour dates, and then he starts shooting a movie, and they're doing this video in Antarctica... it's crazy. And of course you know that Roger starts shooting in Wales in September, and I have that mini UK tour, and I was going to meet up with him some then, and didn't Jared say he had more concerts in September? Why am I just now remembering that?” Gretchen laughed. “Breathe, hon. Wow, that's a lot of dates to juggle. I can't decide if the two of you are really great at time management or really bad at it. Don't you plan time off?” “The Nepal trip and the trip to my parents are supposed to be time off.” “Well, it doesn't sound like you're very relaxed about it.” “No, it's not that, I'm not stressed about those dates. I'm actually really looking forward to the Kathmandu Valley trek I'm doing, and of course I miss my parents. But dating Jared has seriously complicated things. It's one thing to be this busy. It's another thing to have to fit a relationship in on top of it. Then to try to fit in a relationship with someone who's even busier than me... I wasn't kidding all this time when I said I was too busy to date. I don't know if I can do this, Gretchen. And that terrifies me because I want so much for this to work. I love being with Jared.” Gretchen smoothed her curls and regarded me for a moment. “Well, maybe you just need to get creative.” “Please tell me you're not about to suggest some version of phone sex because seriously, I'm already over the Skype dates...” “No. I just meant maybe you need to think differently about your plans and time off. There has to be somewhere in there to shoehorn in a day or two together. What does Jared have to say about all this?” “He misses me too. But he can't exactly drop his tour to hang out with me.” “Who says he has to? You said you were probably going to drop that thing for your agent so you have a few extra days off. Where is he now?” “Uhm... Germany. I think.” “Then why are you here?” “Well... I was exhausted..." I hedged. “Okay, are you still exhausted?” “No, but it's complicated. I can't just fly out there and hang out with him.” I frowned and pushed my sandwich away from me. “How much has Roger told you about...” “Jared's brother who broke your heart and made you swear off dating for four years?” Gretchen cut me off. “Okay, so I guess the subject has come up,” I chuckled, trying to shake loose the gloom I could already feel settling around the table. “Yes, Roger's not the best secret keeper. To be fair though, I grilled him pretty hard about how on earth you ended up dating Jared Leto. So he told me everything.” I must have gotten a look on my face at that point because she hastily added, “Yes, that too. Please don't be mad at him though.” "I'm not mad, but I am surprised. Roger is actually one of the best secret keepers I know. He never tells someone else's secrets without a reason. It can be hard to even get him to reveal much about himself. He must really like and trust you." Gretchen blinked in surprise. “Wow. He is so open with me about everything I just assumed I guess. I hope you're right about that, about how much he likes me. I'd hate to think it's just me that's so smitten. But we aren't talking about me and Roger. You were about to tell me why you can't possibly go see Jared even though you're missing him so much you can't even be alone in your own house.” “It's not... it's just... I mean the last time that we were in the same room together Roger and Jared nearly came to blows and I slapped Shannon. If Roger hadn't grabbed me I'd have done it again. The worst part wasn't even all that though, it was the things he said...and the ones that I said back.” Gretchen seemed to consider the situation carefully. “Does Jared think that Shannon will react like that again?” “Well, we haven't specifically talked about that,” I mumbled as I stared at the table. Although that was technically true, Jared had urged me several times to fly out and see him. I was the one who was too afraid of how Shannon might react, and it wasn't just Shannon's reaction I feared. My own emotions were a toxic soup. I was afraid of more anger from Shannon, more hurtful remarks, or some underhanded trick like the e-mail stunt he had pulled. Even more, I was afraid I would see hurt in his eyes, that I would feel guilty about my relationship with Jared and things would be spoiled. “What if he isn't angry? What if he's just hurt to see me and Jared together.” “Then he'll have to grow up and get over it,” Gretchen supplied matter-of-factly. "He's an adult, not a teenage boy." “No, that's not what ...” I swallowed as I tried to find the words. “If he's hurt, and I feel bad... what does that mean? Does it mean I still care? And if I feel guilty for being with Jared, does that mean that deep down I know that it's wrong?” “It means that you're human and kind and that you don't like to see people hurting no matter what they might have done to you. That isn't something you should feel bad about.” “Maybe,” I said, unconvinced. “I think I'd rather he yell at me again. If I had to choose between the two options.” “I think there's a third option that you're even more afraid of.” “What?” “That he won't care. That you'll show up on Jared's arm and Shannon will just say hello and keep on walking. Like it's nothing.” “No, that would be ideal,” I said, but it felt like a lie. I hadn't even considered that as one of the possibilities, but now that Gretchen had mentioned it, it made me far sicker to think about it than anything else. Perhaps my subconscious had kept that particular scenario buried for a reason. Gretchen reached across the table and took my hand. “All right. But it's okay to want him to care. And it's okay to still have some feelings about him. From what Roger tells me, things were very intense between you two. Just don't let it derail what you have now with Jared.” “I am letting it get in the way, aren't I? Maybe I'm doing that on purpose though. Subconsciously I mean. Keeping things from getting too intense with Jared so that I don't get hurt again. So maybe I do, on some level, think I shouldn't be with Jared? But he makes me so happy..." Gretchen dropped my hand. "Oh my god, you have got to get out of that head of yours before you make yourself crazy. I get you don't quite trust yourself yet, but if you're waiting for some guarantee that no one is going to get hurt, well that's not how relationships work." "I suppose you're right..." “Of course I am. So when's your flight?”

###### I went home and pulled up the schedule Jared's assistant had sent over. As I compared the dates I blinked several times, thinking maybe I was seeing them wrong. How could I have missed this? I flipped over to Roger's schedule, confirming what I saw. If I was able to catch a sleeper flight tonight, I could join Jared in Italy, follow along with the band for five days, and then we could meet up with Roger in Prague. From there I could just head straight to Kathmandu. Everything fitted together perfectly. It was just a matter of booking and changing some flights. I knew it would be okay with Jared if I came. He had been asking for weeks. I had just let my fear of seeing Shannon again keep me from agreeing. Marisol got all the information and made the arrangements for me, booking me into a hotel down the road from where the band would be staying so I could both surprise Jared and avoid Shannon if necessary. Once I had finally landed and stood at the marble-topped reception desk at the Relais dell'Orolgio my heart started to race, and not for the right reasons. I had a sudden and unmercifully vivid vision of exactly what had happened the last time I tried to surprise my touring boyfriend at his hotel. Everything will be okay, Jane. You two aren't exclusive, you've made that crystal clear, so if he's with someone it's not a betrayal of you. You're going to call him and not just pop up at his door. There won't be any ugly surprises. He wants you here. He's going to be happy to see you. In spite of my little pep talk, I still had to take a shower to wash away the nervous sweat I had broken out in and calm my nerves. Once I had finished and redressed, I stretched out on the bed with my phone in my hand while I surveyed my surroundings. The hotel was a converted 14th century home and since such rooms tended to run small, Marisol had booked me a suite. It was a beautiful space, with exposed wooden beams in the ceiling in one area of the room and exposed brickwork in the other. A shuttered window opened onto the narrow street below. It had a very Italian feel to it, and I hoped I could persuade Jared to spend the night here rather in whatever modern accommodations they had probably ended up in. I tapped the screen of my phone a few more times, wondering what Jared would be up to right now. They should have arrived from their previous stop well over an hour ago, but I knew that schedules on the road were sometimes just a suggestion. I didn't want to catch him before he even got into town. I told myself it would spoil the surprise, so I texted Shayla instead, the whole time wondering if I was really just putting off the meeting out of fear. Maybe inviting myself along for almost an entire week was a bad idea. Shayla responded within minutes. He should be in his room already. Call him. He'll be thrilled. I smiled at the screen. I hadn't said I was anxious but obviously she had picked up on my hesitation. I took a deep breath and selected Jared from my contact information before taking a seat in front of that darling little window. He picked up after only the second ring. I smiled, knowing that phone of his was in his hand as usual. “Hey, Jane. This is a surprise. What time is it there? Did you stay up really late or just get up really early?' I opened the window and let the sounds of the street filter into the room. “Oh, I was out all night. I didn't sleep at home.” I told him, thinking of my transatlantic journey. “Oh.” His voice instantly became oddly flat. “Yeah, I mean it's none of my business I guess, you've been clear. I'm sorry. I probably shouldn't have asked.” “What? No, you dolt, but I bet you get a lot of exercise jumping to conclusions like that. I was on a plane. I slept on the flight.” “Oh! God, I'm sorry," Jared quickly backpedaled. "I'm just tired and turned around I guess. We just got to Italy and It's been a little crazy this leg. This week especially. Too much time off I think, and everyone is having trouble getting back into the swing of the tour. I miss you so much.” I heard the noise fade and a click as a door shut in the background. I wondered if he was expecting one of our steamy phone sessions or if he just wanted a little privacy. Of course, he was supposed to be in his own room, so who could he possibly want privacy from? My stomach tightened. "I'm sorry. I guess I'm interrupting something.” “No, I was just unpacking. Nothing for you to interrupt. But I thought you were supposed to be done with the tour and getting some proposal written? Where did you have to fly to?” I chastised myself for doing the same conclusion jumping I had just accused Jared of. It was none of my business who he was with in that hotel room, and the reason it was none of my business was my own stupid need to keep him at arm's length. If I wanted to change the terms of our relationship I needed to talk to him about it, not get into a snit over a closed door. “Well, I didn't have to fly anywhere, but I wasn't feeling at home in the new place by myself so I thought I'd get out of there for a while.” “Did you fly back to New York? You did say you kept the old place there right? God, I'd love to be there right now. Maybe when we have a free weekend we could go stay, hit the museums and maybe go out with some people? You know, like a real couple?” “No, not New York,” I said mysteriously, ready to lead him to my surprise. “So where are you right now? Italy? Where in Italy?” “Pisa. Have you been? It's beautiful. We should take a vacation together soon. It would be nice to have your undivided attention for a few days.” I felt my lips drawing up into a smile. He was so insistent. There was nothing petty in his requests for more of my time, just an honest desire for the company of a girlfriend he already saw too little of. It wasn't like I didn't feel that way too. The situation was frustrating, being separated from him as much as I was when it felt like we had only just started. I realized flying here was the best decision I could have made. My insecurities were ridiculous. “Would you like to show me around Pisa sometime?” Jared hesitated for a second “Well, I don't know about Pisa. I've only been here a few times on tour myself, but we could explore the city together. That would be a lot of fun.” “Why don't you go exploring now and you can give me a full report?” Jared laughed. “I do actually have an afternoon free but I'm probably going to stay in and work some things for the video shoot. I can wait for you.” “Hmmm. That's a shame. You're at the NH Pisa right?” “Yeah, the .. wait, how do you know that?” “I have your itinerary, remember? Anyway, that's a gorgeous area. You know, if you head out of the hotel and hang a right, go down about two blocks, there is the adorable little pensione, an older place with a doorman out front...” I could hear realization dawning in Jared's voice. “Jane, where exactly did you fly to last night?” I continued on. “... and from what I understand, room 327 has a gorgeous view of the piazza. You should really go see it.” There was a sound on the other end of the line like a hungry growl. “God, you are fucking perfect. You have no idea how good your timing is. Give me ten minutes.” “You have five.” “I'll take fifteen then," Jared said defiantly. “Oh goodness, I'm so tired from this long flight," I sighed dramatically. "I might just all asleep and not hear the door. You know, if someone were to knock on it, in this mysterious hotel room I have in no way told you where it is located.” “Ten minutes, Jane. And don't you dare refuse to open that door to me.” “What are you going to do about it if I do?” There was another one of Jared's growls, and the sound settled right behind my core. "Make sure it's a mistake you never make again." Before I could give him another smart assed answer the line went dead. I smiled at my phone and waited for his visit.

@thepromiseofanend @msroxyblog @nikkitasevoli@llfd1977 @fyeahproudglambert @little-poptart @snewsome756 @guccilowell @monicasanoli @lady-grinning-soul-k @pandaliciouz @lostinletoland @moody-by-nature

#TB: Phoenix #jared leto fanfiction #jared leto fic #jaredleto 30stm #thirty seconds to mars #30 seconds to mars fanfiction #shannon leto fanfiction

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raewritesfiction · 4 years ago

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Spring Vacation

A/N: from a lovely anon.

repost due to deletion...

Plot: Shannon Smut. Let's just be honest.

Pairing: Shannon X Female Reader. Warnings: Smut. Language. Let's always keep sex safe! Use a condom no matter what you read.

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From the moment you and Shannon arrived at the hotel and locked your room door the only time you had left the bed was to use the bathroom or fuck in the shower. The months apart had been your own personal hell; what had meant to be only three weeks had turned into more than three months so you'd both dropped everything to take a vacation together and reconnect - and reconnect you had. You were both sure that your neighbouring rooms knew your names better than anticipated and Shannon had already figured he was going to have to leave a hefty tip to cover room damages which included a broken coffee table, leather recliner, desk and shower rail.

You giggled and squealed as Shannon kissed his way up your inner thigh. His three day stubble tickled and scratched along your sensitive skin then only added to your pleasure when he finally stopped teasing and buried his face between your legs. Your entire body was already like jello any time his fingertips so much as brushed against you and you'd long ago given up on leaning up to watch him; instead laying back and sinking into the bed while his tongue lapped and flicked over you and his fingers pushed deep to drive you wild.

He'd stretched you with ease and then relentlessly teased you; only edging you and not allowing you to cum for more than two hours. He'd stopped for room service but made you edge yourself on his thigh while he took a phone call before making you watch him jerk off. Shannon knew exactly what watching him did to you and was happy to find you practically dripping with need. Finally you had begged him to fuck you, to make you cum, to make you forget your name. Your breathing had been ragged and when you placed his hand over your swollen pussy he'd teased you again and circled your throbbing clit; you'd almost cum then and there.

You moaned his name loudly into the room; the windows were open because the AC was busted and you could just about hear a thunderstorm in the distance. The electricity in the air only served to make you both even more sensitive. You ran a hand into his wet hair and rocked your hips to his mouth - this was it; you'd been aching for release and it was mere seconds away, just as you were about to reach that ecstasy Shannon chuckled low and pulled away, kissing and nipping along your hip bones.

Your eyes had never opened so fast in your life and you instantly whined. “No!! No no, Shannon, Please … please baby I need this so bad please!” You were no longer above begging or serving your terms “Shannon Carl Leto, I swear to any God listening that if you don't make me cum tonight I'm going to shut myself in the bathroom with the showerhead on pulse until I can no longer stand!”

He blinks and then narrows his eyes watching you. You'd used his full name.

“What was that baby girl?” His voice his low and calm.

“....Oops?”

“Uh huh…” Shannon nods and before you know what he's doing, Shannon has you flipped onto your front with your ass in the air, presenting everything to him.

You squeal and claw at the sheets when he spanks your ass cheeks hard enough to leave instant red marks.

“That was for making demands...” he growls after he speaks.

You hold your breath and wait then call out into the mattress when his cock thrusts deep into you without warning.

“And that's for having the balls to do it.”

His thrusts are instant and he keeps his cock hitting deep inside you; you groaned and called his name in pleasure as the bed started its familiar squeak; you had really put it through its paces these past few days. Shannon groaned and grunted, gripping your hips with bruising force as he pulled you back onto his cock.

You tried your best to push back, tilt your hips, anything. You were so close but your body wouldn't let go and no matter what you did that low tight coil just kept tightening until you were sure it couldn't tighten any more.

Shannon pants and switched his position a little, the angle of his thrusts changing just enough to give you the new sensation of him being deep enough to hit your cervix. The intense pleasure inside of you was completely knotted and ready to release itself now; you screamed out his name and just as you were once again about to finally reach that peak of ecstasy you had been wanting, needing… the bed cracks and breaks under you rolling both you and Shannon onto the floor.

“Fuck!!” You groan exasperated, and crawl across the short distance to where he lays easily lowering yourself onto him and grinding your hips down as Shannon does what he can to thrust up into you.

You scratch over his chest and ribs leaving deep red welts, your hips move frantically and out of control with need to finally feel your release.

Shannon groans and calls out, arching off the floor and bouncing you on him.

Your rough breathing catches suddenly “Again!”

He obliges and moves his legs so he can keep bouncing you on him with ease; his own breathing becoming harsh and broken with grunts and moans.

Your hands find his and you link your fingers together just as you scream incoherently; your body finally letting go of everything it had coiled up inside you. Your pussy tightens and pulses around Shannon's cock; your arousal and release soaking him. Shannon grips your hands, eyes rolling back as his cock twitches and empties deep inside you barely a second later.

Slowly, your bodies relax against each other and you find a comfortable position while still intertwined together. Neither of you attempt words or anything more than light kisses and touches of fingertips.

Shannon looks around the room to the bed and smirks, more to himself as he can already tell you're asleep, both the legs had broken off from the foot end and a good half of the frame had split leading to the head end to also split. He'd happily make sure it was paid for but thought it couldn't be that much of a high end bed if it didn't stand up to you both.

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#Shannon Leto Imagine #Spring Vacation

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imwithmars · 6 years ago

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Flaunt Magazine 2004 interview

David Fincher – “It goes kind of like, ‘How can you tell when Jared is lying? His lips are moving.’”

Rock & Roles –

Flaunt Magazine, by Shari Roman

December 2004

“This is fantastic,” murmurs Jared Leto as the relentless Moroccan sun sears destiny into his bronzed, bare skin. He is sweating under his tight armor. His dark horse, Mateo, quivers beneath him and paws the ground nervously. A signal is given.

Leto howls a great animalistic yowl straight from his belly to the ears of the gods. There is another howl, then another. Thousands of voices fuse into one animal cry. A legion of alpha males surges forward to meet the enemy, Leto, blond hair hair streaming past his shoulders, muscular thighs gripped bareback on his galloping horse, rides hard into the thick of a bloody combat. His sword cuts through all who oppose him.

This is the filming of Oliver Stone’s Alexander and the legendary battle of Gaugamela, Alexander’s greatest victory over the Persians - a turning point in his conquest of the known world. Stone’s sweeping historical saga charts the life and the legend of one of the greatest figures in world history. The story is an epic that is a daring and ambitious as its subject, a relentless conqueror who, by the age of 32, had amassed the greatest empire the world hade ever seen.

Through the clouds of dust, Leto can see Colin Farrell as Alexander the Great, his massive blade slicing into flesh and sinew. There is the director, Oliver Stone, shouting, moving rapidly behind the camera line. There are hordes of men bellowing, bleeding, bodies everywhere. On the fringes lurks famed military trainer and Stone cohort, Captain Dale Dye. Today, the Captain isn’t wearing his favorite T-shirt emblazoned with the motto: “Pain is weakness leaving the body,” but Leto needs no reminders.

Leto has always propelled himself into physical extremes to live inside a character. As the champion runner Steve Prefontaine, he bled his feet to the bone. In the drug-fueled Requiem For A Dream, he reportedly swore off sex (with then girlfriend, Cameron Diaz) and lost 28 pounds to play a junky. Then there was Fight Club (he’d been recommended for the part his friend, fellow pretty boy, Brad Pitt.), in which he begged to have his angelic face beaten to a pulp by a jealous Ed Norton to prove his fealty. Suffering, pain, causality, creation through transformation. Leto has pledged himself above and beyond to those epithets years ago.

“Killing people face to face for a living, that was their job,” explains a laidback Leto a few months later from a low-key restaurant in Southern California. It’s early afternoon. His clothing is relaxed and he looks pleasantly tired.

“It’s not jet lag. I’m over that. I just couldn’t sleep.” It’s not due to time spent with his (purported) new, luscious It-girl Scarlett Johansson. He’s been concentrating on working on some new songs for his band, 30 Seconds To Mars, taking meetings between rehearsals before he heads off to New York and South Africa for three months to play another aggressor of sorts - an arms dealer - in the film Lord of War, with Nicolas Cage and director Andrew Niccol (Gattaca).

He is still pretty tan, making those pioneering blue eyes even more startling. His long, blonde warrior-god locks are gone now, dyed and clipped into a light brown Erik Estrada-style shag for the new movie. But there is still a trace of the Irish lilt he took on for Alexander. (Aside from gearing it toward Farrell’s natural tones, Stone’s rationale for the accent was that historically, the Macedonians were to the Greeks what the Irish have been to the English.) Most of the 15 pounds of muscle weight that he strapped on for the six-month shoot has slipped from his slim frame. Even so, the intensity of that experience is still on his mind and in his body.

“The film has plenty of f***ing and fighting and killing and death and blood. My job was to murder people and stand by Alexander.” who, according to history, was his best friend since childhood, and his lover.

“Hephaestion, the character I play, and [Alexander] have a really special connection. It’s a strong, strong relationship. I don’t think there is a term we have today to define their relationship,” he says, deliberately muddling around the oft-asked erotic question.

Farrell says, “There was no term for 'bisexuality’. It was just the way society was. People made love to men and women. It was only later on you had to pick one side of the fence.”

“But I promise you, in the film,” Leto teases, despite the magnetic charms of Farrell, and costars Rosario Dawson and Angelina Jolie, who play Alexander’s wife and mother, “the only kiss I gave out was to my horse. My one true love.”

He takes the tape recorder and places it gently against his chest, which holds within it the soul of a man who many have tried to reveal before. “I always tell the truth. What else do you want to know? What do people really want to know? What is the truth?” His face is a pure cheeky choir boy dare. “When have I ever not told you the truth? How can you tell that I’m lying?”

I remind him that the last time we met, he told me he owned three Uzis, that the first girl he kissed was a 47-year-old tranny named Jorge, that he was 19, raised by circus performers, and that he studied art at the American University of Paris for a semester, but was booted out when he wouldn’t give in to the attentions of the headmaster. And he wouldn’t back down to any of those “facts”.

He laughs. “Really? As Ronald Regan used to say, 'I have no memory of saying such things.’ ”

Says producer/director David Fincher, who worked with Leto on both Fight Club and Panic Room, “When it comes to his acting, he is beyond method. He gets into this whole image of his character. It is interesting how that kind of pain and sacrifice can translate. I mean, look at Requiem. I wish I had 100 Jareds working for me. He was amazing.

"Jared definitely strives not to be a victim of his genetics. On the films we did together, he was the guy who is constantly curious, the one you couldn’t bottle up. The one who wouldn’t hit his mark. He was like, 'Hey, I’m living it! Over here!’ But he does like to tell stories. It goes kind of like, 'How can you tell when Jared is lying? His lips are moving.’ ”

Leto, who prefers to see his playful fibbing as a way to keep his private life private, was born the day after Christmas, 33 years ago, in Bossier City, Louisiana. His mother was an artistic soul, and with his father out of the picture, he and his brother, Shannon (who is also in 30 Seconds To Mars), traveled a great deal while they were growing up. After a stint at New York’s School of Visual Arts, he says, he came to Los Angeles around 12 years ago with a couple hundred bucks in his pocket, no friends, and nowhere to stay. For awhile, he slept on Venice Beach. Then kaboom! a role on television’s My So-Called Life (opposite Claire Daines) and for the next few years, he reigned as a teen pinup - a tag and a look he has been successfully living down ever since.

According to Leto, “Luck is the residue of destiny.” It’s a phrase he’s heard which he likes very much. He feels it means that we can get caught up in so many things, but the world has what it has for us. That, in our natural state, everything is the way it’s supposed to be - free and joyous - and that our own insecurities get in the way of all that. It’s an idea which could be applied to his early life.

“When I was young, all that traveling was exciting,” says Leto. “You do develop an ability to read people more quickly. You have to learn to adapt to whatever comes along, to survive. Maybe the way I grew up is why I’m drawn to acting, to different characters. From film to film, I’m constantly finding myself, reaching different places outside and inside myself. I want to change, to morph into something else.” To be able to do that for Oliver Stone is a gift, says Leto. “He is one of my f***ing heroes. He is a great man. Present, connected, very physical. I find his way very endearing.”

To work with Stone, he traveled to Morocco, where the oncoming sunset had turned the world orange, into the color of dark rust. But the sky was growing dark, the golden scorpions were scuttling under the rocks, another sandstorm was moving toward the camp, fast.

Within moments, Leto, wearing his usual training gear - a T-shirt, tight shorts, boots covering his calves - couldn’t see two feet ahead of him. The sand whipped raw against his skin as he made for his tent. Inside, he tightened the flap and listened to the wind howl. He had switched off his cell phone, his e-mail. He hadn’t spoken to anyone in the U.S. for months. Apocalyptic fantasies crowded his brain. Many in the cast had already been horribly sick. There was a virus in the dust. His tent was next door to the latrine and he could hear cast and crew heave by the dozens.

One night, Leto got so sick, he thought he was going to toss a spleen.“I lay in bed for a couple of hours staring at the stars, just breathing really slow, willing it away. I fell asleep dreaming strange, surreal dreams. When I woke up, it was gone. That’s the desert.”

Says Dawson, “It was beyond primal, all those men bonding - horse training, fighting, all buffed up wearing nearly nothing. And as soon as a woman came on set, the energy was so damn erotic.

"One time Jared came to visit the hotel [where women stayed]. He was so happy to be there. He got to take a shower, have some proper food.So he’s talking, sitting there, and just sort of adjusting the package, not sexually, but in this slow, languorous way, like there was no one else around.It was all suited to his character, but I was like, 'Hey dude…’

"And he was like, 'I’m sorry! We’re out there in our underwear and boots all the time… maybe it’s got us a little too relaxed.’ Maybe. But it was all good.” She bats her eyes.“It was wonderful being around that kind of really masculine environment.”

“Oh, Rosario,” responds Leto, “she is so beautiful. Such a great woman.” He drops his head, smiling, not exactly asking for forgiveness.“Working on Alexander was an amazing experience. It’s all about connectivity. There is an old saying that the greatest leader is the servant of them all. Meaning, you are the most powerful when you are giving.”

“I think that as an artist, in any kind of expression of creation, that you must have to be in love with the process. It is the most exciting part of the work, and that if you have a desire for greatness, you will have to be willing to f***ing bleed. I think it’s true for me.That’s what drives me.”

He claps his hands over his face. “F***. People are going to read this and think, 'What the f***? Is weirdo Leto on crack? Hitting the old acid tab again.’ But honestly, it’s what I believe. One of my favorite things about getting older is that my intuition is often wrong.To me, it means I’m uncovering something new about the world.

#flaunt magazine #jared leto #2004 #interview #did i ever post this?#he used to give great and funny interviews

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i-writeandread-blog · 6 years ago

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Wonderland - Chapter 10

Authors Note- sorry it took so long to get this chapter up. It’s most likely not that great either, but I’m writing and I’m happy about that. If you want to be tagged let me know, thanks!

Staying at Jared's house isn't that bad. Everyday he wakes me up with breakfast in bed, every night he kisses my forehead before closing his eyes. He thinks I'm asleep when he crawls into bed usually sometime after midnight, but I am not. I don't let him think otherwise because I like this nightly routine. It shows me his respect for me. He hasn't pressured me once for sex in the two weeks I have been here.

Jared had hired a home nurse to come in and basically keep me company. I could do everything on my own. It only took three or so days to gain enough strength to start walking around. Once I did I really didn't need anyone to help me. I was fine to go home the other day, but Jared hadn't really been around for me to explain to him my intentions. After everything he has done, I didn't want to just disappear on him.

He has been so busy with the album and then he had some engagements come up that he had agreed to prior to meeting me, that he couldn't get out of. Not to mention they released the dates for a European tour in the spring to coincide with the album release. It was no doubt a very busy time for him and the band. He didn't bring up his work with me and I didn't ask questions. We hardly ever saw each other so there really hadn't been any conversations.

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It is day 16 at Jared's house. I am feeling way too cooped up. I want to get out of this house, I want to take a drive. As luck would have it, and I mean bad luck... the excuse to get up and go comes in the form of a phone call.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Yes I am sitting." The person on the other end is my old friend Darlene.

"Yes, Dar, I swear I am sitting. What is going on?" I ask thinking this is a joke.

"You have got to be kidding me?"

"No, no, you're lying. Shut the fuck up. You're fucking lying." I scream at the top of my lungs.

Jared runs in and finds me doubled over the bed half screaming and half crying.

"Ali, what's wrong? What hurts?"

"He's... uhh... gone. He... is... dead." I say through sobs.

"Who Alice? Who is dead?"

"Nicky"

"I don't understand. Who is Nicky?"

"Nicky, my best friend's boyfriend. My friend. He is gone. I've got to go. I need to go home. They airlifted Gemma to Duke, she may not make it."

"I'm coming with you!" Jared says without hesitation.

"No, you have too much going on. I can do this alone. I appreciate all you've done."

"Ali, I want to be with you. Just let me clear my schedule and we will fly out first thing tomorrow morning."

"No, Jared. I have got to go now. If Gemma doesn't make it, I'd never forgive myself for not being there."

Jared left the room without saying anything and I can't tell if it is because I refuse to let him rearrange his life for me. I start grabbing the few odds and ends I have lying around his room so I can leave LA as soon as humanly possible.

Jared walks back in quietly and comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. This startles me.

"Shhh shhh, it's just me. Everything is going to be okay. I've went ahead and booked a flight for you. It leaves in 3 hours. It was the only one available this short notice."

"Jared, you didn't have..."

"I wanted to. I'm gonna fly out tomorrow, I promise. I'm gonna be with you every step of the way, and that's final."

"Thank you."

"It's my pleasure. Ali, you've wormed your way in to this ice cold heart of mine. Don't you know you have me wrapped around your finger?"

"Yeah whatever Leto." I roll my eyes.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?"

"Maybe." I say coyly.

Jared pulls me backwards and we both tumble onto the bed. He rolls over facing me, leaning in so that his lips find mine. This kiss was sweet and gentle, yet had anger and desperation in it. I got lost in it. My hands fisting his hair. His beard scratching my face. I needed air. He tends to take my breath away even in the small glances he occasionally gives me. He thinks he is wrapped around my finger but it really is the other way around.

As soon as I break the kiss, reality sets in. For one small iota of a moment I had forgotten what was going on. He is a distraction and I wouldn't normally mind, but I have a flight to catch.

"Jared, I gotta get to the airport."

"We have time."

"No, I can't get sidetracked right now. Please don't be mad. I'll make it up to you."

I stand up, walk to the door, turn around and blow him a kiss. He smiles as I leave him for the first time in what feels like a long time. I tell myself that this is actually a good thing. The heart grows fonder when you're apart.

The drive to the airport from Jared's seems longer than it should and I am sure it is because I don't know what kind of hell awaits me in North Carolina. I cringe at the thought just as I am pulling into the long term parking at LAX. I don't know how long I will be gone but the shorter the stay the better. I'll be there as long as Gemma needs me. She'd do the same for me, if ever I was in her shoes.

I am grateful that the doctor had prescribed pain medication when I left the hospital. Up until now I hadn't used any, but the only way I am getting any sleep on this plane tonight is if I am medicated.

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It feels odd that Ali isn't in my bed tonight. I am already packed and I was able to get any meetings or engagements put on the back burner with the help of Emma and Shayla. Everything is working out in one way or another, but I can't seem to fall asleep.

Every part of me says I should be here working and not getting too involved with a woman right now. I have so much going on and this has really complicated things. I don't have many people I can count as friends in my life, but I know I can always call on Shannon. There isn't anything we wouldn't do for each other. I call his number and he answers within two rings.

"... Shan, I just don't know what to do here. I was thinking about how crazy I'd be if anything ever happened to you. So I get it, this is her best friend. If she loves Gemma as much as I love you, then I would need someone good and pure to help me through the tough shit."

"Yeah but Jay, you aren't good and pure."

"You know what I mean. I know I shouldn't get too attached, but..."

"Okay, so my advice to you is to consider all angles here. So far, you've managed to keep working even while she was getting better at the house. As much of a distraction that she is, she really hasn't been that disruptive."

"True."

"But, Jay, we all function on our drugs of choice. Me, it's always been alcohol and drugs. You on the other hand, it's been work and chicks. Can you sacrifice either of those things?"

"You quit using."

"Yeah, but you saw how hard that fight was..."

Shannon was right. I was managing fine with work, and I hadn't had any of my previous temptations show up unannounced. But what if work suffered because of Ali? What if I keep falling for her and I can't be faithful? I don't want to hurt her.

Ali and I haven't made any agreements about being exclusive, but I respect her and she deserves someone who can only be with her. I know I want to give her that but I am not sure I can be trusted. I need to put myself in the line of fire, I need to be tested.

As soon as I think about that, I remember how reluctant Alice was to be with me after my little white lie. She had made reference to being hurt before. If you think about it, we all have, but something tells me her hurt is more than just the run of the mill break up. There was a pain in her eyes when she opened up and told me she couldn't trust me. I'd have to find out sooner or later what exactly had happened.

"Okay Shannon, I'll weigh the pros and cons, but if I'm being honest here, I at least want to try. You said mom wants us to be better men. I do want to be a better man. I've been thinking a lot about settling down. Maybe Ali came right at the perfect time... anyway I'm gonna try to get some sleep." We say our goodbyes and disconnect the call.

I lay in bed tossing and turning, wondering how I could prove to myself that I could be faithful. How I could put myself in the line of fire being around hundreds of girls all throwing themselves at me and turning each and every one of them down. This would be hard for me as it's been over fifteen years since I was in a committed relationship and that relationship ended because of infidelity.

I believe in the idea of soulmates. I like the sound of it. And it's true Ali is me in female form. We laugh at the same things, we do the same silly things when we think no one is looking. We both like attention, me more than her. We both are creative. There's so many similarities and very few things that make us different. She probably is my soulmate. I smile at the thought of that.

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I wake up and blink my eyes a few times. Sometime in the night I must have fallen asleep. I'm grateful because I have a long flight ahead of me and I won't be able to sleep on the plane. I take a quick shower and eat a banana for breakfast. The lab became alive sometime around my last gulp of juice. I wash my glass and step into the office to bid everyone a farewell.

Everyone looks at me incredulously as I've got very neutral clothing on topped off with a black hoodie and sunglasses. It's imperative that I am as incognito as possible. I am in no mood to deal with any paparazzi today.

I make it to the airport with minutes to spare and board the flight. As soon as I can, I take my laptop out and work on more lyrics.

"Started a stranger, a love endangered

The edge of a night

The face of an angel, the heart of a ghost

Was it a dream?"

I had started the song as a love letter to America, but I can't help but feel it's also a love letter to Alice too. The lyrics I just wrote are definitely to her. I can't wait to sing it to her the first chance I get. I write as much down as I can and close the computer when the flight crew tells us we are approaching our descent.

Before I know it the plane has landed and I'm headed to the hospital in a hired car. Once there I send a text to Ali asking if she's at the hospital. She confirms that she is in the operating room waiting area and that she hasn't been able to see Gemma yet.

I walk in to the waiting room where there are a few people sitting around talking. I take notice of Ali looking at her phone, no doubt waiting for my reply. I clear my throat and all eyes are on me. The only ones that matter are her bright blue ones. She stands up and runs into my waiting arms.

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