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lunitawrites · 5 months

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Both Sides of the Moon - part one

pairing: biker!joel miller x fem!reader rating: explicit word count: 2.8k summary: After a troubled childhood you move back to your hometown. You are trying to avoid facing the dark past of your family, but you realize it will be harder than you thought when a mysterious stranger appears in town trying to take revenge. TWs: no-outbreak AU, age gap (reader mid-twenties, Joel is late forties), loss of parents, reference to sex work, reference to foster homes, guns, knife, alcohol consumption, cigarettes, Joel being violent towards reader, petnames, reader has hair long enough that it can be grabbed, otherwise no physical description, no use of y/n a/n: hey! so this is my first attempt at writing, I really hope some of you out there will like it. I am eternally grateful to @papipascalispunk who reviewed and edited my work. Thanks a million to @toxicanonymity and @hier--soir for their suggestions! Shoutout to the other Joel Millers on bikes: a minute from home by @agentmarcuspike, jailbird by @toxicanonymity and little mouse by @katiexpunk & @josephquinnswhore masterlist

You are fidgeting with your nametag in front of the mirror, trying to apply it to your uniform, but you must have bent the needle when you removed it last time because it won't stay up now.

“Don’t worry about it darlin’,” you hear Arlene shout from the kitchen, “It's a small town, everyone knows you by now.”

“I suppose they do,” you mumble and drop the pin to the dresser. She's always been nice to you, almost mothering you, since you started working together in the diner. You take one last look in the mirror, smoothing out your uniform and walking through the kitchen to start your 7 PM shift.

It's a slow start. The townsfolk don't start coming until the sun paints the sky purple and orange, until the dust strats to settle and the cicadas’ song fills up the night. Your shift begins at the bar; whiskey, beer, salted peanuts, a smile or two for better tips. The bar fills up with a subtle buzz, stench of alcohol and anticipation.

Later on in the evening, Sam asks you to wait tables instead. You usually prefer staying behind the bar, but it's Friday night, the dining area will get busy soon. Arlene will need the extra pair of hands taking the orders anyway, so you pick up your notepad and pen and head out to the floor.

You are always cautious out here, you have to be. The men are not violent, but they always try to take what they think they deserve. A brush of a knuckle on your thighs, eyes lingering on the swell of your breasts, an inappropriate comment disguised as a compliment, fingertips on the curve of your hips as they pass by. Sam, your boss, always makes sure that it’s not more, keeping an eye on you at all times from behind the bar. Sam is one of the few people who knows about your past, who knows that there were times when you were giving a lot more than a smile for some crinkled up bills, who knows that just a few months ago, your uniform was nothing more than a pair of thigh highs and your underwear.

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You were six when your dad died, and you moved away with your mom right after. You stayed with her for another few months until they diagnosed her. She passed away before the next Christmas. By January, you were in your first foster home. After you got out from your last foster home with nothing more than a few pairs of clothes and the fifty dollar bill that you stole from your foster dad's wallet, you really didn’t see another option for survival.

It started at a gentlemen's club called Red Rose, just outside of Austin, all neon lights and kitsch, velvet and satin from a decade before. They gave you a room in the motel next to it, but only if you worked the after hours shift, so you agreed. You didn't know what after hours meant at the time, but you would have agreed to almost anything if it meant that you would spend the night in a bed and not somewhere outside.

The after hours, you learned quickly, meant selling your body to anyone who took interest in it during the opening hours of the club. So while you did spend your night in a bed, it was with a truck driver named Dylan, who paid you hundred dollars for an hour of you being a good girl, as he described. Forty of those dollars covered the motel bill and twenty went to the club manager for organizing the deal.

You spent six years working at Red Rose, eventually saving up enough money so you didn't have to stay at the motel. You rented a flat with black mold and sticky linoleum floors, sharing it with three of the other girls from the club. You were driving an old Chevy that one of the girls passed onto you after she moved up north. Six years of Dylans and Bobs and Johns and Joses and Miguels. Six years of sweat and spit and bruises and slaps and come, until you couldn't anymore.

You moved back to your hometown, although it was never really your home, and while you knew little about the circumstances of your father’s death, you were still afraid to come back, terrified to face the past. But as it turned out, you never had to, as if there was some silent agreement amongst the town that they never spoke of your family. No one gossipped, or if they did, they did so silently that it never reached your ears. They welcomed you into town as if you were a stranger.

You moved into your old family home at the edge of town. White paint chipped from wooden boards, almost two decades of dust and sorrow covering every inch. You slowly made it your own home, settling into the master bedroom that was once your parents’, but leaving every other room untouched. You have not dared to open the door of your old bedroom yet.

You still drove the old Chevy when you started working at Sam’s six nights a week, the only diner in town, serving the majority of the people who lived there.

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It's Friday, which means a good crowd and better tips. Friday means an extra drink for everyone to celebrate yet another week survived in this dusty town in south Texas, just above the border. So you move among the tables with a smile so wide that your face starts to hurt.

It's almost eleven now and most of the tables are occupied; workers for their well-deserved after work drink, youngsters pregaming before driving up to Austin for a night out, some couples leaning over their drinks to be closer to one another, families finishing up their meals, greasy hands stopping you to order another basket of fries. The buzz is loud now, the air in the diner thick and heavy with alcohol and laughter. A usual Friday at Sam’s, until it isn’t.

The door squeaks open, heavy footsteps on the floor, broad shoulders in the doorframe. You really shouldn't be able to hear it over the sound of Friday in the diner, but you do. You lock eyes with deep amber, a pair of sad eyes, searching for a place to sit. Strong arms hidden under a black leather jacket, dark wash jeans, disheveled brown curls, almost halo-like, lit by the street lights behind him. The diner seems to catch up with you, surprised faces turning to the direction of the door, sentences left unfinished, whispers let out, cheeks turned red in surprise, Adam’s apples bobbing up and down. Is it? It can’t be. The sounds of Friday fun turn into whispers, and whispers turn to silence. Fear creeps up in your spine, something primal, something unexplainable.

He walks up to an empty table, heavy boots on sticky floor are the only sound now. The squeal of a chair, denim rubbing against the fake leather of the booth, fingers tapping on the tabletop, an impatient sigh. You move your feet from where they were rooted to the ground just a minute ago. Sweaty hands flipping paper on the notepad. You clear your throat before closing up the space between you and his table.

“What can I get you?”, your voice comes out raspy, almost scared. He looks up at you, a faint smile on his face, eyes not quite meeting yours. Instead, he looks at your lips, gaze burning on your skin, you press your lips together, as if you could hide them entirely. Your eyes flick over to the bar, searching for another pair of brown eyes, searching for comfort. But comfort is not what you find, Sam looks back at you with a wild gaze, almost panic in his eyes.

“Whiskey, neat,” the stranger says, now looking at his hands on the table.

“Coming right up!”, you answer with fake cheerfulness in your voice. Legs heavy as you move, “A whiskey, neat,” you say when you reach the bar, waiting for Sam to prepare the drink. You understand that the questions are not for now, the questions are for later. The people slowly turn their attention back to the drinks in front of them, conversations starting again. But still, the air stays as if it was frozen the minute the stranger came in, Friday never has been so quiet at Sam’s diner..

“There you go”, you say as you place the glass in front of him, voice heavy with the accent you thought you never had.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he says, not looking up at you this time.

Time feels slow, dragging on every minute, every second of the night. You cannot take being inside anymore. You feel like you are going to suffocate.

“I am going on my break,” you say quickly and don’t wait for anyone to acknowledge, just disappear through the kitchen.

The muggy evening air hugs your skin as you open the back door of the diner. Being outside is just as suffocating as being inside, but at least it's quieter. You take a cigarette out from the crumpled package in your apron, place it between your lips but don't light it just yet. You should quit. You exhale sharply and put the cigarette back. Istead, you lean your head back to the wall, looking up at the moon. She's in her full glory tonight, casting pale light to the dark forest in front of you.

You are not sure what happened inside. This man who you are sure you have never seen in your life just woke up something deep inside you. You feel like you are drawn to him by a strange force, a force that is so foreign to you. There was a certain kind of sadness in his eyes that you only see when you look into the reflection of your own eyes. Grief. Lost. Denial. Something that balances between madness and sanity.

You hear the front door open with a squeaking sound. Footsteps, drunk laughter and heavy drawls take over the silence of your break. You are about to go inside when you hear an intoxicated voice call out:

“Where do you think you’re goin´?” the drunk man shouts. “You think you can just walk in here and have a drink like the rest of us? Like you fuckin’ belong here.” he spits. The rest of the men stop talking. Now he is the only voice. “Let me tell you. You don´t. You should not come around anymore. You are not welcome here and you should know that.”

“So what happens if I do come around?” the stranger's voice is laced with coldness. You slowly start walking to the front. You need to see him again. You need to understand what's happening. You feel yourself shaking, despite the warm humidity of the night. 'You should just stay out of it,' the voice in your head says, but you keep walking.

You peek around the corner of the diner. There he is with six men from the town. They all seem fairly drunk. They seem like they are looking for trouble.

“Well, if you are so fuckin´ sure you gonna come around,” he drawls “we might as well just give you a taste of what we are plannin´ to do with you. Right, boys?” he laughs and the men laugh with him, like a pack of coyotes. They all sound way too drunk to do any real harm, but there are six of them against him.

“Try me” the stranger grits through his teeth. He doesn't seem to be afraid, he seems like he would not care if he lives or dies. He seems like someone who gave up a long time ago.

“That ’s enough!” You shout and start walking up to the crowd. ”Go home or I will call Sam out and we will see who won’t be allowed to come around here anymore”. The loudest one flashes you a drunk grin and says: “That is just fuckin’ hilarious. You wanna protect him?” he asks.

“I am not protecting anyone, it’s my job to keep this place running. So I am doing just exactly that.” you say putting your hands on your waist. “Now, gentlemen, I would appreciate, if you all went home and cared about your wives and kids just as much as you care about your liquor. I reckon you had enough fun for tonight. Go! All of you!” you order them.

You are surprised to see that they do. It might be the mention of their wives and the reminder of how they would react if they saw them coming home drunk and all beaten up. The loudest one turns back for a second and addresses you. “You don’t know what you are doing.”

“I guess not.” you whisper and turn your head to the stranger.

“You didn't need to, darlin’. I can defend myself,” he says, drawl thick as the night above you.

“Mhm, you seem like the type who can,” you say with a half smile. He laughs at that, but there is no humor in it. It should not be possible for a laugh to sound that sad.

“You new around here?”, he takes a step forward, cornering you to the wall. His eyes are searching for the name tag on your uniform. As he cannot find anything his eyes flick back to your face again. His gaze lights something up in you, deep inside your stomach. Frozen flames licking your insides. You are terrified of it, you are terrified of him.

“You can say that, moved back recently. And you? It seems like everyone knows you around here.” you say, heart pounding in your throat.

“Wasn't hard to sense that, was it?”, you can feel his breath on your skin. Whiskey, burning on your cheeks.

“No,” you say, casting down your eyes. Somehow his proximity makes you restless. His presence makes the blood rush faster in your body. Your reaction is almost instinctual, you want to rip his flash and sink your teeth into him. To be closer or to get away. You are not sure.

He must sense it, a sly smile across his lips. He lifts his hand, hovers his knuckles over your cheeks tentatively. You are red burning fire. He brushes his knuckles over your left cheek, your chin, the curve of your neck. He rests his palm on your shoulder at last.

“You are shaking,” he murmurs. He takes his hand away. It's almost like you couldn't breathe while he touched you. Lungs filling up with air again. You lock eyes with him. “So what's your..,” he starts but cannot finish, Arlene opens the back door and calls your name.

“Everything okay here?”, she asks.

His eyes darken. Amber turns black. “It's you,” he says, “I should have fuckin’ known.” One hand grabbing your hair, the other turning you around. Rough denim scratching the back of your thighs as he pushes you up to the wall. Head knocking on wood, you feel dizzy. You hear Arlene’s muffled scream, the door opening again. Cold steel pressed into your throat, you taste your death. “I couldn't have planned this better, could I?”, he whispers into your ear.

“Who the fuck are you? What do you want from me?”, you spit, fear blinding you as you try to grab a hold of him behind you.

“You don't know who I am? That's good. That´s just fuckin’ good”, he laughs, blood freezing in your veins from the sound of it.

You hear footsteps, Arlene’s breathy cry in the background. Boots then. Heavier than she could be.

“Joel Miller,” Sam says with venom in his voice, “Leave her the fuck alone!”

His gun is pointing to Joel’s temple. Sam takes a step closer, “Get out of here. Right fuckin’ now.” Joel slowly releases the handful of hair he still has in his fist. As he does, a bitter smile spreads on his face.

“Another time then,” he murmurs, low enough that only you can hear. He steps back, walks slowly to the parking lot where he swings his leg over a 1990 Harley-Davidson, the exact same model that is in your father's garage.

You look at Sam, eyes blurred with tears and confusion.You are certain of one thing, and one thing only. Joel Miller wants to kill you.

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the-secret-keeper · 11 months

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Part 3 of Obey Me X Twisted Wonderland/Barbatos X Reader

This was requested by @sonicfangirl123 and @babyxwolfiex

TW: Very sassy demons terrifying a crow, mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption, and canon levels of violence for Obey Me.

Reader is referred to as MC.

There has been a bit of time that has passed since the end of the last one and the start of this one. It will begin the day that the festival celebrating the finding of MC is starting.

Also, fair warning, in this, MC used to live in the House of Lamentation, but currently lives in Diavolo's castle with Diavolo and Barbatos.

Enjoy!

I shifted my bodyweight from the front of my feet to the back, as I stood beside my best friends and boyfriend in front of the mirror portal.

"Calm down, MC. They'll be here soon." Lucifer sighed.

"Sorry, I'm just excited." I laughed.

"I am too!" Luke agreed, matching my impatient movement. "I haven't met their friends before! It isn't fair that you guys got to!"

"I am excited as well, but you doing that won't make them appear any faster." Simeon agreed with Lucifer, but in a much gentler tone.

"Here they are." Barbatos interrupted our discussion. I turned and practically started vibrating in excitement as their silhouettes appeared in the mirror.

They all stepped through, getting their bearings, but I was only interested in one.

"Grim!" I exclaimed, speed-walking up to the flying cat and hugging him.

"Get off me, Henchman!" He complained.

"You got your backpack?" He nodded. "I'm so excited!" I beamed. Riddle cleared his throat. "Right, sorry." I apologized, taking a few steps back. "Welcome to the Demon Lord's Castle in the Devildom. You have all been formally invited to stay here for a few days, and attend the Welcome Home Festival that starts today."

"You get a whole festival just for coming back?" Azul questioned.

"Yeah. I'm pretty well-liked in the Devildom."

"Yeah, we all like MC here." Satan agreed.

"Yes, in fact we like them so much that once we named a comet after them." Diavolo said proudly. I nodded enthusiastically when they looked to me for confirmation.

"Wow!" Kalim exclaimed, eyes shining with glee. I smiled warmly, nodding at them.

"You'll actually be split up in where you're staying. Malleus," I paused. "Where is Tsunotarou?" My friends from Twisted Wonderland looked around. "Oh my Diavolo." I sighed. "Diavolo, come on, let's go get him. We'll only be a few minutes."

"You can't just order a crown prince around!" Jamil hissed, glancing between us.

"I don't mind!" Diavolo smiled jovially.

"Yeah, Dia is really chill." I agreed, before leaning into my lovers side, who leaned into me in kind. "Please make sure Jamil relaxes. He's a 24/7 babysitter, he needs a vacation almost as bad as Lucifer does." I whispered, and Barbatos nodded, before we both stood up straight, and Diavolo and I headed into the mirror portal.

We walked through the school, past stunned students, and straight towards the Diasomnia mirror in the mirror chamber. It didn't take us very long to reach the Dracula-esque castle. I fearlessly pushed open the front doors to see Sebek approaching the doors with a bag.

"Sebek! Good, you're already on your way, we were going to pick up the others as well. If you'd wait by the portal back to the mirror chamber, we're going to retrieve Malleus." I smiled at him.

"The Young Master hasn't arrived yet?"

"No. For someone so tall with such a presence, he is very easy to lose."

"Lillia-Sama! Is Waka-Sama here still?!" Sebek yelled into the castle.

"Child of Man." I turned around, and beamed at my tall friend.

"Tsunotarou, I was worried when you didn't show up with the others. Are you ready to go?"

"Are you certain it's ok for me to go?"

"Trust me. You are no more intimidating than him." I gestured at Diavolo who stood at my side. "Plus, it's really important to me that you're there! I want you to see where I'm from, you're one of my best friends, and I want you to enjoy the festival."

"Yes. Your presence will likely be about as noticeable as the brothers. While it may turn a few heads, most people in the Devildom will not spare a glance." Diavolo reassured.

"Now that I think about it, you'll probably stand out the least." I hummed, though didn't explain my train of thought further.

"Malleus, you almost forgot your bag." Lilia appeared upside down next to me, causing me to flinch.

I don't usually flinch at intimidating presences. But when Lilia just pops out of nowhere, it scares me for some reason. Maybe it's because he hides his presence, and I can usually sense when those with presences like Malleus or Diavolo as they approach.

"You ready to go?" I smiled at Malleus, who nodded.

"I am ready as well!" I laughed a little at Sebek's enthusiasm.

"Sorry you have to miss it, Lilia. But he's in good hands." Someone has to look after the dorms, which is why all the Vice-dorm leaders are staying back, aside from Jamil. Ortho is also staying behind, simply to watch over the dorm. But he made Idia come, somehow, so, there's that.

"Take lots of pictures."

"Definitely will!" I promised, giving him a thumbs up before whipping out my phone. I sent a quick text to the group chat containing my first-year friends, making sure they were going to meet us at the mirror chamber.

Once I got a confirmation from all of them, we all headed towards the mirror portal, which was actually in the auditorium. And we emerged in the Devildom. Everyone was still there.

"Now!" I exclaimed, causing most to flinch. "As I was saying." I smiled. "You'll actually be split up in where you'll be staying. The First-years will be staying here, in the Demon Lords castle." I said. "However!" I turned to my friends. "This isn't Ramshackle, and what Barbatos says goes, got it? Behave yourselves." They nodded. "Now, Sebek." I looked at him, placing my hands on his shoulders. "Don't panic."

"What?"

"Malleus," I turned to Malleus, letting Sebek go. "you will be staying at the House of Lamentation with the Demon Brothers."

"I will?"

"Yeah. They're pretty chaotic, and they only have the one guest room. You're the only person I felt could deal with them without completely losing your mind." I laughed a little awkwardly. "Boys, I expect you to treat my friend with respect."

"Yes! Waka-sama is the Crown Prince of Briar Valley." Sebek agreed.

"True." I nodded. "Anyways. The rest of you will be split between two halls. Solomon is in charge of one, and Simeon and Luke are in charge of the other. They will actually determine who goes to which hall."

"I want him!" Luke exclaimed, standing next to Riddle. I pursed my lips.

"Luke." I was trying not to laugh, about to ask a question to him.

"Yes," I paused.

"Nevermind. It's fine with me, Riddle likes sweets anyways." I shook my head a little. "You all can duke out who goes where. But, Jamil needs to stay with Kalim. So those two are a package deal." I explained. "The Festival starts in a few hours, so until then, I guess we can take you guys to your separate living arrangements?" I looked to Barbatos for confirmation.

"I don't see why not."

"Yes!" I exclaimed. "Alright, I'll show the first-years their rooms so that they can put their stuff down and then we can head to the House of Lamentation."

"Why don't we tour the castle first?" Vil asked.

"Because you won't be here that often." I explained. "We can always do the tour of the castle later, but the other living arrangements are a good distance from here, it's just more convenient to do them as soon as we can. Plus, by the time the tours are done, the festival will be getting ready to kick off, and there'll be just enough time for Vil to prepare. Right?"

"That should be correct if the estimations of the time his routine takes is correct." Barbatos nodded.

"Rude." Vil grumbled.

"But accurate." Belphie sighed. "If you're anything like him, then you take forever to get ready."

"Basically the alternate universe version of each other." I nodded.

"What's even going to happen at the festival?" Leona asked.

"Hmm." I hummed, squinting my eyes in thought. "I know there's going to be a lot of food booths, various welcome home themed activities, and a big ball at the end of it, but I didn't do very much of the planning because they insisted it be a surprise."

"That's right!" Asmo latched onto one of my arms, and Mammon threw an arm around my shoulders.

"We planned it all!" Barbatos cleared his throat. "Except for the ball. Barbatos insisted he do that." Mammon corrected.

"Today, tomorrow, and the day after's events will be like a steretypical festival. With lots of games, food, fun, and a few amusement park rides that Diavolo rented." Asmo explained excitedly.

"And booze too!"

"Just to be clear," I added quickly, "the alcohol from the Devildom doesn't affect humans, unsure about beastmen and fae." I made sure they were aware. "If, there is alcohol from the human world, it will be marked. And there will also be nonalcoholic substitutes for those like Luke who are too young, yet will be affected by alcohol from the Devildom."

"Will you be partaking?" Azul asked.

"Not without several powerful demons around me." I smiled knowingly at him. "Don't try it."

"Noted." He nodded.

"Partaking in any alcohol, from the Devildom or otherwise, will be optional, so don't even worry about it." I shrugged.

"That's good to know." Riddle nodded.

"Yes, dealing with over a dozen drunk humans would probably be more chaotic than the actual festival."

"Probably." I agreed with Lucifer cheerfully. "I will be right back, do not leave without me." I waved for the first years to follow me, showing them to the guest quarters.

Though each of them technically had their own room, I knew my friends well enough to know that they were going to spend the majority of their time in each other's rooms or in my room. I left all of them with maps, as this castle can get kind of confusing.

But I marked several places as "Do not go. This place can and will kill you." While that may have been a bit of an exaggeration for some of these places, I also wanted to make sure they didn't cause too much trouble, for Diavolo and Barbatos, but also in case they ever wanted to visit.

I also marked the room I was staying in while they were here. Normally I'd share a room with my lover, but I knew he needed sleep and that my friends would be coming to my room in the middle of the night. Like the little gremlins they are.

After making sure they were aware of the different areas they were not allowed to go under any circumstance. I made sure to really pound that into their heads. I know that they're chaotic, but it's for their safety.

Of course, I'm not an idiot. I know my friends. They're going to try to go there anyways, despite my warnings that it could put their lives in danger. But none of them are nearly as powerful as Barbatos who put up a barrier around the areas that they aren't allowed to go into. Even combined, they won't be able to break a barrier put up by him. If my warning isn't enough to deter them, the fact that they will be physically unable to enter it should.

I made sure that they were all set up in their separate rooms. That everything was where it was supposed to be, and that they were comfortable. And then I made them change out of their dorm uniforms into more casual clothes.

No point in wearing them when not at NRC or their dorms.

All of this took about 20 minutes because they're slow. But once the entire process was done, I led them back to the entrance hall, where everyone else was as well.

"Now that that's done." I sighed approaching the group. "Let's go! I can't wait to show you all around my home town!" I beamed, as I began to lead them all out of the castle.

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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A Deal With the Devil

TW: Violence, language, smut, drug use, blood due to virginity loss. PURE FILTH ;)

SUMMARY: Every Kook party was the same. Trust fund kids taking out their ‘frustrations’ via drugs too strong and alcohol too sweet, all while comparing their latest purchases, golf scores, and recent fucks. But this had been the first time you arrived with a purpose...And that ‘purpose’ stood a few feet over six inches with his expected polo and daddy’s money rolled into a tube to use as a vestibule for consumption.

Rafe Cameron...

WORD COUNT: 4,000

The Deal With the Devil

“Two fifty a line...” He spoke to you, not even bothering to look up at you for even a second as he fingered the string of cash given to him as payment. Meanwhile, your eyes came to the collection of white powder that seemed so innocuous in comparison to the warnings around it-much like its host. You knew its effect, you knew it was reckless, irresponsible, and plain stupid. But you came here tonight to indulge.

Bowing forward, rolled Grant between your petite yet perfectly polished pinch, you followed suit to the same kooks who were always present at these parties. Inhaling the bitter burn of the stimulant, a rush of adrenaline from the regret of what was to come left you temporarily breathless as you corrected yourself. Yet any side effect expected of what you had consumed paled in comparison to the blue eyes having now fixated on you.

“Well THAT was about three...” He explained, holding out his palm. The display of his long fingers forced your neglected satisfaction to conjure the most illicit of visions by his hand alone.

“I...I only have a fifty...” You confessed sheepishly, removing the bill from your pocket as everyone around the table suddenly drew quiet. It was almost as if you had insulted him, which you would have believed, if not for the way a smile crept over his full lips. Yet his lack of response left you desperate for an apology he didn’t exactly deserve.

“Maybe we can do an I-owe-you?” You offered, your tone peaking in hope as he scoffed before lifting his right arm. Set along his forearm, offering an unintentional flex that was purely natural from his toned physique, showcased a burn mark extending on his otherwise sun-kissed skin.

“Nah...I don’t DO favors anymore...” He began to shake his head, leaving you fearful of what it meant to be on the receiving end of his disapproval. But the way your confidence became grated into silent fear; the furrow of your brows draining your features into worry as your bottom lip became captive between your teeth, his focus would lift to you. You were unaware that the way you appeared, needy and desperate, had been enough to quell something eager within him.

“Maybe there IS another way you could offer payment...” He intrigued you as your eyes illuminated with wonder before feeling his eyes suddenly lower the extent of your curves. It had been the first time tonight that his attention came to the efforts put into your appearance. But you didn’t know if you should revel in this newfound focus from the kook prince himself or be terrified in it.

“I don’t have...” You moved to object, unaware of what he was in reference to exactly, before he was suddenly close enough to you to ensure nobody else could hear the words he spoke dominantly to you.

“You have a choice here, sweetheart. Either you get me the rest of my money by the end of the night...Or you give the rest of your night to me.” You knew it was immoral, cheap even. And yet, a part of you didn’t care. You adored the way his eyes seemed to devour you, lips parting in anticipation that curved into a smirk when he realized he held your attention. It was only then that you managed to regain some sense of confidence as you leaned slightly into him.

“You want to...collect your payment out here?” He was amused by your bold reaction as he motioned to Topper, a blonde pretty boy half high and a quarter drunk.

“Sort the rest of this out, yeah?” Before you could object, your wrist was pulled to follow his quick steps, each time your soles collided with the smooth wood supporting you, your nerves inflated with uncertainty. You knew the rumors of the eldest Cameron were intense, a reputation of a good but swift fuck that left those he took to his bed with souvenirs of his dominance and possessiveness. But you couldn’t lie to yourself how it excited you to be on the receiving end of this.

“What are you doing?” He questioned as he closed the door to the bedroom, turning to find you playing with the zipper of your dress.

“You want me to keep it on?” You questioned, confused and slightly curious about such a question. Most guys would already be halfway to their release to see any girl willing to get naked. But not Rafe. Not with you. You immediately worried he wasn’t attracted to you before finding those usually light irises darkening to you and leaving your insecurities silenced.

“I want to savor this debt. Two fifty is more than just a quick fuck.” You fought the smirk from spreading your content lips into development as he began to run his forefinger across his bottom lip while cementing his feet in front of you.

“But I want to know...How many other people have you been with?” Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Once again, you knew most guys wouldn’t care as long as they got the same release that you would have given others. Because of this and the slight irritation of your arousal fading from the interrogation and hesitancy, your response came out almost in a scoff.

“You want to talk?” He answered in objection, stepping forward to you as if willing to swipe across your cheek for speaking against him. Yet he didn’t do anything but use those intimidating eyes to silence you and make you regret questioning him.

“I want to know if I’m dealing with a slut or a goodie-two-shoes-” Your eyes narrowed to his choice of words.

“I’m not a slut.” The usual insult would have enraged you if it had come from the lips of anyone else. But there was something about the way he spoke it that exhilarated you. And yet, you didn’t want him to know that. At least not yet.

“I know I’M clean...I just want to know-”

“Two.” You lied, wanting to stop the conversation and get to the distraction of his touch as this was becoming too intense to stomach. His close proximity and abundance of his cologne leaving you dizzy, you wanted his touch. You needed it. It’s why you were here...

“Well baby girl...” His fingers began to pull the edges of his shirt upwards until revealing his torso to your gluttonous view. You were shameless in appreciating the way his body was well sculpted in details that made him defined but not too bulked-perfect and even better than you had imagined.

“Those two other dicks will pale in comparison to what I’m going to do to you...” You repressed the moan from leaving your lips as he returned closer to you, well aware of how just him moving in your direction had you dripping for him.

“But...I’m going to take my sweet time...making you work for every cent...Can’t forget about interest...” He teased, that arrogant smirk occupying his clean shaven bone structure, as he moved to a chair set across the space that was suddenly too small.

“Knees.” The simple direction spoke with the tone somehow both sweet and sultry, had you moving to obey. Dropping to the level of his waist, you were drowning in your own arousal to the way he looked at you with such darkness behind such pretty features. The mischievous smile spread across his face only fueled your ambition as you pulled apart his ensemble while he prepared your hair into a makeshift ponytail. In a way that was almost painful, his grip tightened, teetering that line between dominant and dangerous.

“Go ahead...” He directed, your eyes coming to the bulge already intimidating you. However, you were not one to back down from a challenge. For this, you took a deep breath and exposed him to you, suddenly realizing the origin behind his consistent arrogance. He was huge. Not that you had much to compare it to, and yet, it was enough to make you look up at him with uncertainty, all while he continued that smirk.

“There we go…” He praised the feeling of your breath hot against his domineering cock acting as a prelude to what was imminent. You knew enough from the media, literature, and your more overzealous friends to know to cover your teeth with your lips. But the way his body reacted to your actions led you to base each following motion on his tense shifts.

“Fuck…” He breathed at the feeling of your tongue running beneath his length, the kneel of defiance you held against your own gag reflex, and the way your hand twisted at his base to make up for what you couldn’t swallow.

“Taste good, baby?” You nodded, addicted to how you pleased him. The way his eyes fluttered within the back of his head pushed you further to damn that sensitive reflex and allow him the availability of your throat. Immediately to this, his hand came into a grip behind your head, denying you breath while he pumped himself into the recess you allowed, as tears began to cascade down your blushed cheeks.

“Look at you…crying and shit…” He scoffed as his reaction left you frozen in the fear you had suddenly lost him.

“Did I…do something?” You questioned in shaky inquisition, eyes lowering in shame as he shook his head.

“I told you…I’m getting every cent worth…” When your face twisted into further confusion, he moved closer to you to ensure he held your attention. His thumb and pointer finger lazily set in some form of dominance over your jaw.

“You don’t get to get me off that quickly…Not until I’ve had enough…” He noticed something in your expression that he couldn’t help but note aloud.

“You know, for someone who just deepthroated me like a porn star, you’re shaking like you’re a virgin…” Your blush worsened, revealing to him what you believed you could have hidden until this moment. That laugh behind his taunt lessened when he realized what he had just uncovered.

“You’re a virgin?” This question was somehow the most erotic thing he had asked the entire night as it left you feeling unworthy, dirty, even shameful.

“Does it make you change your mind?” You questioned, wrapping yourself into a hug for comfort as he scoffed.

“Are you kidding? Knowing I’m the only one that gets to…” It was almost as if the thought aloud made him lose all ability to sound intelligible, not that he was exactly known for such things. However, it was enough to bring a newfound confidence to cushion your inexperience. And yet, the realization was enough to carry the excitement from his cock to his expression as it widened with agreeability.

“Stand up.” He ordered as you obeyed quickly, feeling him pull you onto his leg.

“Poor thing…” His fingers were unkind to your hips, and you loved the possessiveness behind it.

“Anyone ever touched you?” He questioned somewhat swiftly as if more impatient for your answer than the action as you shook your head.

“Do you touch yourself?” You swallowed hard, shamed by society as it was ‘unladylike’ and ‘taboo’, yet you could only deny the pulsation between your thighs for so long before needing release. Each time, envisioning Rafe on the forefront of your fantasies, leading this moment to feel as more of a dream than reality.

“There are so many things I want to do to you…” He cocked his jaw for a moment, his thumbs pulling the skirt of your dress high enough until he could feel the fabric of your panties. He began at your hip, effortlessly gliding to your core, rubbing over your cloth covered clit as you shifted from the foreign feeling of his touch. But in the moments you believed he would be kind, his hand suddenly moved to the back of your neck, fingers wrapped in dominance from one pulse point to another as the signet ring upon his dominant hand sat in contrast to your skin set on fire.

“Gonna stretch you out for me…m’kay?” Using the grip at your neck, he pulled up upwards until you were set back on his middle finger, penetrating you where nobody had before. The sudden twist of your expression pulled his lips into a grimace as he was pleased with how you followed his guidance.

“Gonna try two…” He narrated, bringing his ring finger to join his thick digit. “Good girl-” You released a gasp at the praise, making you both aware of your private kink.

“You like being told you’re a good girl?” You nodded feverishly, gasping at the sudden curve of his fingers tightening a familiar pull within your stomach, a rarely exercised muscle that was being brought to life by his touch alone. Whatever anxieties you held in a reaction too over eager or novice mistakes turning him off were silenced as your body was allowed the ease of his effect. Knuckles embedded into your heat, squelching and sopping to his quickening motions, you would feel him chuckle to your desperate fingers tearing into his shoulders.

And then it stopped. On the edge of your orgasm, speaking a mix of groans and his name, came the abrupt cessation to the greatest pleasure you had been allowed.

“Rafe?”

“You owe ME, sweetheart…and I’m not done with you yet…” He now stood, lifting you momentarily, before placing you on your soles. However, your inability to stand up straight left you clinging to him as a devious chuckle pulled from his lips.

“Lay down.” He instructed as you mustered the courage to move forward with your failing steps, thankful it was only a few meters, before finding him directly in front of you. Without a word, he pulled his fingers to his lips, taking the taste of you with him, while groaning in approval.

“So fucking sweet…” Your chest rose in anticipation as he suddenly hooked your thighs until you were flat on your back and looking up at him, his curtained locks loose over his once soft eyes now perpetually sinful in the veil of lust.

“I’ll try to go slow at first…” He was surprisingly considerate of your virginity, perhaps a form of silent gratitude for giving it to him, to which only led you further into your desire for him.

“Please…” You breathed, unable to fathom the distance between you for another minute as he pulled in his bottom lip with his teeth, cocking his head to outline your folds, before motioning for your dress.

“Off.” You obeyed, lifting it over your torso to reveal your body to him. His eyes began at the details concealed prior to now, adorning the way your curves were laid exclusively for him, a thought made more lustful in knowing he was the only one that had seen you this way.

A deep breath of pleasure left his lips as his inflamed cock head was now taken between your folds, teasing the barrier that would leave you ‘tainted’ from the image you had preserved until now. Yet you couldn't care less of anything else aside from feeling him inside of you. The way you pulsed, the way you were soaked, you were too desperate to care for what you were losing in comparison to what you would be gaining.

“Deep breath-” You obliged, stomach and chest pulled hollow to the immense pain leaving you to wince. Almost as if moving to soothe you, he withdrew, only to push beyond the confirmation of your virginity once again.

“Ah!” You bellowed in a shriek, his girth too intense to remain silent. However, he would withdraw once more, this time, to find the evidence of your truth staining his length. His eyes found you beneath him, watching him eagerly, as he pulled his fingers to the blood before consuming it behind his lips.

“Rafe-” You breathed, the sudden plunge of his cock silencing what would have been a plea for him to continue. The pain that began the shedding of your virtue quickly shifted to pleasure as he filled you to perfection, pleasure added by his thumb circling your swollen clit, already brought to the edge once before.

“So fucking tight…” He grunted over you, leading your moans to release to the air around him.

“Hold on to me…” He paused for a second, pulling you over him, remaining embedded inside of you, as you now sat in a straddle over him and he was ass-flat on the bed. In a rather impressive sweep of his fingers, your bra was unclasped and he had your closest bosom between his teeth, pulling himself as deep into you as he could. His arm wrapped the width of your hips, baring down onto your skin, as he began to lift into you in motion once again.

“Bounce baby…Ride me, baby girl…” Your motivation was reignited by his words as he would guide you the first few moments until you no longer needed his assistance. With nails digging into his shoulders and knees allowing you stability to rise and fall as he requested, you would feel him submerge and pull from your own actions.

“Rafe, I’m gonna-” You began to plead over him as his motions suddenly stopped and his hand came to the back of your neck.

“You don’t get to fucking come.” He was breathless, wearing your claw marks as trophies, as he forced you to rise slowly and take him once again, doing so as you shook with the continuation of his thumb applying those decadent circles of both pleasure and pain.

“Do YOU think this was worth a quarter of a grand? Huh?” He licked his lips momentarily.

“Please…I want to…I need to…I’ll let you do anything to me..” You begged, the coil within your stomach prepared to snap as he would only laugh at your plea.

“So desperate to come, you’re making yourself sound like a whore…”

“I’m not-” He silenced you by quickening those fingers once again, making you shudder against him.

“You’re MY whore for tonight…This tight little pussy only mine…Yeah?”

“Yes!” You agreed with a moan.

“All fours…I’m done being nice.” Your eyes widened to his words.

THIS was nice?

And yet, lifting him off of you, you obeyed, feeling him climb off of the bed to leave you in abandonment.

“Rafe?” You questioned, silenced by the sting of his hand on your ass.

“You want to take MY coke without paying? You want to be irresponsible? AND you expect for me to let you come?” He tsked his tongue, his hands suddenly pulling your hips higher until you were rounded completely to him-revealed in ways you never believed you would allow.

“I’m sorry…”

“Little too late now, huh…” Another smack sent you forward as his grip boomeranged you back into him. It was only a second of silence before a light substance sent your head turning back to him. You watched as he had drawn a line of cocaine over the dimples of your back.

“Sit still or I’ll fuck your throat instead.” You swallowed hard, staying as still as you could before feeling him inhale off of your skin, a breath of satisfaction leaving his focus.

“Knees.” He ordered as you were now upright against him that your back would be flush with his chest if he were to come closer. He would, but only to where you could feel his breath over your ear.

“This is for ME. YOU are here for me, understand?” You nodded, his fingers, holding a small mountain of coke on his fingertip, now rubbing the substance over your nipple. The numbness caused you to press your thighs together as he slapped your hip.

“I SAID don’t move.” You nodded.

“Sorry…”

“You will be…” He took hold of your hair, bending you back down, pistoning into you with his rigid shaft. Your need for his fingers on your clit sent yours there as consolation, only to be intercepted by his harsh grip wrapping them around your back as reins to burrow further inside of you.

“Such a good little slut…” He commented, your heart twinging at the title that you were beginning to embrace coming from his breathlessness. “Go on, baby…cry out for me…” He grinned, hearing you groan to the pillows set before you.

“More!” He nearly growled at your words, pulling himself deeper into you, one hand remaining over your unified wrists as the other pulled your hair backwards to him.

“You want more? You think you can take it? Huh? Take all of me in your tight little cunt?”

“Yes! Please!”

“Tell me you want it! Tell me you want my cock.” He ordered as you were too eager to allow any remaining nerves to silence you.

“I NEED your cock!” You corrected his command as he purred in approval.

“Tell me who owns this fucking pussy!” He continued, his thrusts growing sloppy and almost violent as the beads of sweat accumulated from his impressive stamina connected at your spine.

“You Rr-Rafe! You!”

“That’s it…FUCK!” He groaned behind you, pulling you upright against him as your fingers wrapped in desperation to the headboard colliding with the wall in front of you. To your gratitude, his fingers returned to your beckoning clit as he was relentless, your cries making him grin, all while he continued his own stride inside of you.

“Beg me to let you come…” He spoke into your ear, your jaw set apart in moans.

“Please Rafe…”

“Beg me-” He commanded through clenched teeth as something strong suddenly pulled from within you, your body shuddering against him as he bent you further forward against the headboard itself. Your first vaginal orgasm and he made you squirt…

“Shit! I’m gonna come!” You nodded to his words, your own release bringing a fresh numbness synonymous with the drug still on your nipples, as he used your satisfaction to ride out his own. Your jaw was pulled back to face him, a passionate kiss leading teeth and tongues in a clash of dominance, sending you to the side of abandonment as he suddenly withdrew from you.

Heaving out of breath, you pulled the covers back over your body, turning to face him, walking in stride back to the edge of the bed.

“Tomorrow…Four o’clock.” He explained, throwing your phone back onto the bed as you weren’t aware how it had gotten into his possession until now. You pulled the screen to view, finding an address that left you confused.

“But the debt is paid-”

“I told you, sweetheart…” He licked his lips, hesitant to allow himself a breath, before continuing to speak.

“There’s interest…” He leaned down to you, taking your jaw in his firm grasp.

“And I thought I was fucking someone with experience…so consider this a taste of what you still owe me…” His breath teased your lips for what could have been a sweet kiss as you left you abandoned.

“Next time…no panties.” He grinned, collecting yours as a trophy that were a mystery to how they left your hips, as he left you within the bed, recovering from your loss of virginity.

Once you were able to walk again, you collected your clothes and redressed in slow succession while feeling the extent of the evidence left by him. In the mirror across from the bed, you found bruises from his fingerprints left as rewards of your time together, sending your content lips to pull into a smile.

But it wasn’t until you descended the steps of the nameless kook’s house that you found the eyes looking at you in a mix of judgment and jealousy, with a few even commending you with applause and winks. You ignored the blush, looking over to find Rafe having rejoined his group, not bothering to lift a glance at you once again. But it didn’t matter. You got what you came for, slipping the collection of hundreds that could have easily have paid for your ‘debt’ to him back into the pocket of your dress and leaving with a grin of satisfaction.

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A Drunk Mind Speaks A Sober Heart Part 2

Summary: Reader and Buck wake up hungover but manage to make it family breakfast with the team and their families. The videos from the previous night are exchanged between the two and everyone is excited that they’re finally together

TW/CW: Evan “Buck” Buckley x Reader, (Y/N) = Your Name, best friends to lovers finally made official, alcohol consumption mentioned, gets kind of spicy toward the end, swtiches POVs so look out for that.

Requested?: No

Word Count: 3,062

A/N: If anyone wants a spicy third part lmk. I’m kinda down to write it lol. Not sure how good it would be tho. Again I say, I’m so proud of this.

Prompts: None

A/N: Absolutely gorgeous he is.

Part 1 Here

(Y/N)’s POV

The sun coming through the curtains wakes me from my slumber but upon opening my eyes, I immediately shut them again because the sun is so much brighter than it should be. I roll over to find a bottle of water, some Asprin, a note, and my phone on charge. I don’t half remember last night to be honest. I know I got shitfaced in Maddie’s livingroom and look around me to find myself in one of her spare bedrooms. I reach over and pick up the note and read it, “Take two and chug. Don’t forget about breakfast at Athena and Bobby’s -Maddie” I do as directed and then check my phone to find a text from Hen that reads, “’A drunk mind speaks a sober heart.’ -Jean-Jaques Rousseau” there’s a video attatched so I make sure my volume is low so that it doesn’t burst my eardrums before opening it. I watch myself confess my feelings for Buck and flop back over to my back groaning once it’s over. I take a few deep breaths before getting up from the bed.

I mentally thank Maddie upon finding my duffle bag and shoes at the foot of the bed. I struggle out of last night’s clothes and into clean ones, yank on my shoes, and venture downstairs in hopes of finding my keys and slipping out without waking Maddie, Chim, or the kiddo. Unfortunately, no such luck as they have already beat me out of bed. I tip toe around the corner into the kitchen only to find Maddie standing at the counter sipping coffee as she lovingly watches Chim play with Jee-Yun. I sigh in defeat as she notices my entry and picks up my keys from the counter beside her, “How’re you feeling?” she asks as she tosses them to me.

“Like I got ran over by a train,” I laugh, “And embarassed,” I blush.

She smiles, knowing exactly what I’m referring to, “It’s alright. We all knew, we were just waiting for you to figure it out,” she winks.

It’s now that oblivious Chimney joins us with his adorable daughter perched on his hip, “Are we ready to head out?” Maddie and I nod so the four of us depart for the Grant-Nash residence. The entire way there I am contemplating just going home to avoid knowing and teasing looks from Maddie, Athena, Hen, and Karen all day but force myself to stay en-route because this has become a long standing tradition. One Sunday a month, the whole fireteam, their significant others, and their children gather at Bobby and Athena’s for a good old fashioned family breakfast. I ponder if I’ll even survive this one as I pull into the drive way and put my car in park but am quickly dragged out of my safety zone by Athena’s waving hand at the front door.

Buck’s POV

I shouldn’t have drank so much last night, I realize as I roll off the couch with a loud thump. From the kitchen, Christopher and Eddie giggle before Eddie cheers, “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. Better get your ass up and get some Asprin in you and clean clothes on or we’re gonna be late to family breakfast.” I groan but know he’s right. I swipe my phone off the coffee table before making my way to the kitchen for Asprin and then to the bathroom to change clothes. I have a text from Eddie that reads, “Maybe just show her this since you can’t ever figure out how to tell her yourself,” attatched is a video so I press play to listen as I change clothes. By the time the video ends, I have my hands pressed to the counter and am staring down at my phone in shock. Maybe Eddie’s right. Apparently drunk me has a talent for explaining how I feel that sober me does not.

I grabbed my phone and exit the bathroom to make my out of Eddie’s place, declaring to him on my way out, “Don’t say a word,” feeling his amused look on the back of my neck I feel a blush creep to my cheeks, “Stop it. Don’t give me that look.” Soon, the three of us arrive at the Grant-Nash household and I have to elbow Eddie in the ribs when we see (Y/N) getting out of her car due to the grin on his face.

Third Person POV

The breakfast gets along almost as it always does. Lots of chit chats and laughter. The ladies send teasing looks toward (Y/N) when Eddie asks how their night went but (Y/N) ignores them and they simply say it was quite interesting and elaborate no further. Eddie saw the looks though and makes a mental note to ask Hen or Maddie about it later. Several times Eddie caught Buck glancing or staring at (Y/N) and shot him a teasing grin over Christopher’s head. Buck brushed it off with a glare everytime.

As mentioned, things aren’t quite the same as usual. As is normal, Bobby sits at the head of the table with Athena to his right followed by Harry, May, Karen, Hen, and (Y/N). To his left is Jee-Yun in a high chair followed by Chimney, Maddie, Eddie, Christopher, and Buck. Usually, Buck would playfully kick at (Y/N) under the table and she’d snatch food off his plate, mostly his fruit. They would get carried away in their own conversation and their fits of giggles and laughter would ring out over the other conversations happening but when anyone would look their way to question what is so funny they’d be too distracted to give an answer. Everyone always got a kick out of their playful behavior. However, today there was no playful kicks under the table or food snatched off of plates. The two couldn’t even look each other in the eye, too embarassed by their confessions last night that the other had no idea about. Although they did sneak glances toward each other when the other wasn’t looking. When Christopher has Buck’s attention or Buck is arguing about how a call went with Chimney over three heads, (Y/N) watches him out of the corner of her eye but pretends to be focused on something else or collects a bite of food if he happens to look anywhere near her direction. When (Y/N) is watching Jee-Yun giggle as her father makes airplane noises circling a small bite of pancake toward her mouth or listening in on the conversation between Hen, Karen, and May, Buck admires her subtly over the rim of his coffee cup but as soon as (Y/N) returns her gaze to her plate or someone near him he too distracts himself with something else. This odd behavior did not go unnoticed by the other adults at the table or even Christopher who would normally be too busy giggling at the pair’s antics to eat.

The young boy also happens to be the first and only one to call the two out on the peculuarity of it all, “Buck? Why are you not kicking (Y/N)? And you haven’t stole any of his fruit,” he adds looking to her.

The adults all grin as Harry also chimes in, “Yeah you guys have been quiet.”

May nudges her brother and shakes her head as their mother speaks up, “I think they just don’t feel too good today. Maybe they didn’t get enough sleep.” Christopher and Harry exchange a look that says they don’t believe that one bit but a different conversation is picked up by the adults to shift the attention off of the two.

(Y/N) risks a glance at Buck, wondering what his reaction is but he had also taken the same risk. The two lock eyes but quickly look away. In attempts to escape the situation and catch the breath that had been stolen by looking into his bright blue eyes (Y/N) excuses herself from the table saying her still bruised ribs are bothering her and she needs to stretch.

Once safely in a bathroom, (Y/N) stares at herself in the mirror trying to decipher what it was that she saw in his eyes. Buck always has shown exactly how he feels through his eyes but today she can’t quite make out what exactly that is. She sighs heavily just as someone knocks on the door.

Out in the dinning room, Buck has excused himself as well giving no particular reason but the adults need not ask because they know exactly why. As soon as Buck is out of earshot, Eddie leans forward to look at all the ladies in turn before asking, “What exactly happened last night?” The women all look at each other seeming to silently debate about spilling the beans.

Chimney and Bobby look at each other as well before Bobby adds, “I would like to know as well but you seem to have something to share too.”

May giggles, “It’s like a Mexican stand off of exciting stories.”

Chimney retrives a coin from his pocket, “Heads, Eddie is up first. Tails, one of you ladies are gonna have to spill.”

Everyone nods as Maddie looks down the hall, “Might want to be quick and quiet about it.”

Chimney flips the coin and it comes up tails so Maddie wiggles in her seat and props her elbows up on the table, placing her fingers together. She takes a dramatic pause despite her warning to hurry up before explaining, “(Y/N) got plastered last night and we now have video proof as confirmation that she has feelings for Buck.”

“I knew it!,” May whispers excitedly.

Eddie lightly smacks Maddie on the arm, “You’re telling me they both confessed on the same night to separate people but have no idea?” Everyone looks to Eddie in shock, “Yeah, he had a few drinks last night and apparently drunk Buck has an easier time with putting his feelings into words. I got it on video”

Hen laughs, “A drunk mind speaks a sober heart.”

Everyone excitedly yet still remaining quiet cheers before Bobby settles them down, “Those videos stay with those who took them and we don’t mention this around them. Understood?” Everyone nods except Eddie and Hen who give Bobby a guilty look. He responds to their looks with one of suspicion, “What did you two do?” In unison the two videographers confess that they sent their video to the corresponding subject.

Hen adds, “I figured if she had the video she could just show it to him when she’s ready.”

Eddie nods in agreement, “I literally told him it might be an easier way of telling her if he can’t find the words while sober.”

Bobby grins and shakes his head as Athena chimes in, “We’ll see. For now, let’s talk about something else so they’re not suspicious of us when they come back.”

Back in the bathroom, (Y/N) responds to the knock at the door, “Who is it?”

“It- it’s me,” comes Buck’s voice from the other side.

(Y/N) takes a deep breath before unlocking and opening the door to let him in. She hops up to take a seat on the counter as he enters and closes the door behind him. They both stare at their hands, nervously fidgeting with anything they can until they both speak at the same time, “I’m sorry, I’m just-” They stop, staring at each other with red all over their cheeks.

Normally, Buck would be a gentleman and let her go first but he just had to get this off his chest before he chickened out, “So, I got drunk last night. You know that saying drunk words are sober thoughts?” (Y/N) nods thinking back to the text Hen had sent with the video just this morning. Buck continues, “Well, Eddie caught my drunk words on video last night and... well,” he pulls his phone out of his pocket, unlocks it and navigates to the video Eddie had sent before handing it to her, “Just watch it. Sober me 100% agrees with every word.” He looks at her with such scencerity on his face that it makes her heart skip a beat. The two sit in silence as she watches the video. Buck shifts nervously on his feet, scanning her face for her reaction and she smiles. His heart soars with hope that she feels the same way.

When the video ends, she hands his phone back to him before retrieving her own from her back pocket, unlocking it, navigating to her own video and then, “Drunk words are indeed sober thoughts and drunk me is pretty damn good at sharing things that sober me can’t. I too agree with every word she said,” she says, handing her phone to him. He watches with a massive grin on his face as one plasters itself on her’s as well. There’s not an ounce of fear or nervousness left in her after having seen his video. She thinks to herself that if she has the honor of marrying the man in front of her one day, it’s only right that Eddie be his Best Man and Hen be her Maid of Honor.

Once the video ends, Buck places her phone on the counter beside her and leans in close with a grin still on his face only now it has a slight hint of cockiness to it, “I guess the only thing to do now is ask you to be my girlfriend. So will you?”

As he hooks his finger under her chin and lifts it to align their lips, the distance between them shrinks even more. He can feel her breath on his lips when she affirms, “Obviously,” so he glances down at her lips before looking into her eyes. She inches closer, encouraging him to close the distance, and he does. They share the same thought as the slow, love filled kiss takes place and that is, “I love you.” When they begrudingly pull apart, and make eye contact, there’s no need to voice the thought as for one, their drunk selves already did but also, it’s seen in their eyes.

Buck pulls even further away before placing his hands on her hips. He leaves them there for a moment, observing her reaction and somewhat looking for a nudge to continue his movements. She tilts her head, “What?”

He says nothing at first, simply sliding his hands from her hips to place them on either side of the mirror on the wall behind her caging her in. He leans in close and brushes his nose against her’s, making her eyes flutter shut. When she opens them he’s just barely retreated, tilted his head, and is grinning from ear to ear. Feigning forgetfulness he asks, “What was that you said you wanted to do? It was something to do with my arms. Maybe you could remind me?”

A mishevious grin with a hint of shyness to it replaces the look of curiosity on her face but is quickly replaced with a false sense of innocence as she lays her head over on his right arm. She stays there for a moment reveling in the eye contact between his now sultry eyes and her own wide eyed innocent ones before turning her head slightly to nuzzle her mouth and nose against his arm. A breath catches in Buck’s throat as she suddenly opens her mouth to lay her tongue against his bicep, slowly dragging it up before recoiling it back behind her teeth that she uses to nip softly against the skin covering the toned muscle. The sound that left his throat is one that she will remember for years to come and want to elicit from him again many times over. However, she simply lays her head back against his arm with a teasing look on her face, “We should get back out there before they come looking and find us in a scandalous situation.”

Buck huffs, knowing she’s right and stands up straight removing his hands from the wall to help her down from the counter. (Y/N) quite likes it when he lifts her by her waist to place her feet on the ground and has to stop herself from wondering what it would be like for him to toss her into bed as he takes her hand in his. He doesn’t exit the bathroom just yet but instead tugs her close, hooks his finger under her chin once more to whisper against her lips, “Fine, but you’re sitting in my lap to cover the situation you’ve caused in my pants.” She giggles and nods before opening the door herself and tugging him along behind her.

All eyes are on the two love birds as they reenter the dining room causing blushes to creep onto both of their faces and Buck to discretely scoot just a little closer behind her in hopes of hiding the afforemention situation better. He takes his seat, promptly pulling her into his lap which makes everyone whoop and holler in excitement. Eddie passes Maddie a twenty dollar bill which provokes a confused look from both (Y/N) and Buck.

Maddie grins triumphantly, “I bet that the videos would be exchanged today. Eddie didn’t think you guys had it in you.”

Eddie rolls his eyes as Athena calms everyone down, “You two didn’t... in the bathroom did you,” raising her eyebrows to insinuate naughtier acts than just exchanging videos. (Y/N) and Buck shake their head no immediately to which Athena replies, “Good.”

The conversation soon returns to things other than the new couple at the end of the table. (Y/N) has an arm around Buck’s shoulders playing with his hair while his arm is wrapped firmly around her waist. His other hand is placed on her knee, even though he wants it to be higher, and he leans in to whisper in her ear, “You’ll have something in you if we can ever sneak away. I just didn’t bend you over in there out of respect.” (Y/N) slaps his chest with her free hand but Buck simply returns his attention to the group around the table and includes himself in the conversation. Under her, (Y/N) can still feel the situation and knows he’s not joking. She has to fight to keep from imaging what all they could get up to today.

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Pedro Pascal Character Fanfiction Recs | Vol 33

AO3 | Kofi | Main Masterlist | The Spreadsheet Masterlist

Howdy!

Welcome to the Spreadsheet Digest, my weekly(ish) fic rec list. This is two weeks worth of reading, but still fairly short. Animal Crossing had me in a chokehold lol.

All info provided by the author unless it was blank, in which case I filled it in.

Fic Recs Below!

The only time we have

Din/Poe one shot by @nerdieforpedro

Summary: Is taking care of physical needs all Din and Poe doing? All they're capable of? Only the darkness and walls know.

Tags: anal sex, cum worship, body worship, rough sex, semi-public sex, cockwarming

do i really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?

Frankie/Santi series by moonknightly (AO3)

Summary: "Neither of you want the night to end. That’s the only reason it takes you ten minutes to put your clothes back on and the only reason he offers to share his tequila after he’s gotten you out of them."

Tags: Cheating, Infidelity, Post-Break Up, Angst, Smut, Cuckolding, sloppy blowjobs, Dom/sub, Threesome - F/M/M, Spanking, Pain Kink, Choking, You're mostly fucking Santi here

Down the Rabbit-Hole

Jack series by @absurdthirst and @wardenparker

Summary: When Jack accidentally shoots a civilian on a mission he takes on not only the guilt of the man’s death, but inherits his soulmate as well. To you, it’s a dream job with more perks than you can imagine - but for Jack it’s a nightmarish complication. Even more so when he starts to develop feelings.

Tags: mentions of deceased spouse, a lot of food and alcohol consumption, family recipes, age gap, cursing, Canon typical violence, Death, gun use, angst, Jack has a temper and Tequila has a dumb first name, Making Out, a bit of groping, heavy flirting, sexy shower time, a whole truck load of anger, Fisticuffs, a bunch of angry people being upset with each other, Kidnapping, Torture, burning victim with cigarettes, Broken Bones, a whole lot of gun pointing and talk about murder, medicine by injection, oral sex (f and m receiving), Outdoor Sex, Public Sex, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Sex, Cream Pie, Cum Play, Anxiety, Accidental Hurt, panic attack (symptoms based on my own personal experiences), intrusive/racing thoughts, physical symptoms of anxiety, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Guilt, Possible Unwanted Pregnancy, Lies, Nausea/Illness, Talk of Abortion, canon typical injuries, Family Planning, Mentions of Sex Toys, Lingerie, Spanking, rough sex, Flirty and somewhat explicit banter, Pregnancy, Discussion of symptoms, Mood Swings, cemetery/deceased loved ones, speaking to deceased loved ones

Are You Alright, Honey?

Javi G one shot by @javigutierrez

Summary: You’re going on a long weekend with your gorgeous new boyfriend, and after a day of unresolved sexual tension out on a roadtrip you’re ready to jump him the second you get home. Unless he finds a movie at the gas station he had been looking for for years and he wants to watch it with you. Will you be able to mask your desire for him, to enjoy a movie that means so much to him? *(Spoiler alert no you won’t)*

Tags: fluffffff, freshly established relationship, pining like *whoa,* very explicit smut, f!oral, f!fingering, *tons* of nipple play, non-penetrative sex (sumata ig?), unprotected penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, allusions to squirting, pleasure dom!Javi vibes, tw alcohol, tw food mention, Javi is a *major* dumb of ass but he makes up for it, reader has female genitalia, some boobs, and long enough hair to tuck it behind their ear but no other descriptions (let me know if you find anything else!), no age references

Come here often?

Javi P one shot by @dancingtotuyo

Summary: fucking men in bathrooms of dirty bars isn’t your usual cup of tea, but sometimes you make exceptions.

Tags: strangers, alcohol consumption, sex (p in v), unprotected sex (wrap it up), mirror sex, dirty bathroom, rough sex, mentions of bruising, hair pulling (reader has hair long enough to pull), degradation, 1 slap on the ass, Javi is a menace, Javi touches reader in flirtatious ways without consent, hints of exhibitionism, use of “good girl”, dirty talk, aftercare, soft! Javi at the end. Let me know if I missed anything.

Just Dumb Enough to Try

Javi P series by @whatsnewalycat

Summary: In 1993, you met Javier Peña in San Antonio. You made an emotional and physical connection with him. Now it’s 1998 and you’re starting a new chapter of life in Laredo with your fiancé. And who else walks back into the picture, but the man who left you high and dry five years ago.

Tags: alcohol use, Binge Drinking, Swearing, Recreational Drug Use, Cigarettes, Voyeurism, Smut, Bisexual main character, Touch-Starved, Female Masturbation, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Dirty Talk, Teasing, Flirting, Mutual Pining, Cheating, Infidelity, Sexual Tension, Attempt at Humor, Soft Javier Peña, Movie Nerd Shit, use of daddy in a sexual context, Vulnerable Javier Peña, Angst and Feels, Family Issues, Mostly Post Season 3, Existential Crisis, Banter, Mental Health Issues, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, friends to lovers to friends to lovers, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Fluff and Humor, Oral Sex, Slow Burn, No beta idk I just got here, Fluff and Smut, Not Canon Compliant, Impact Play, Pain Kink, Domestic Violence, Praise Kink, Unplanned Pregnancy, Breeding Kink, Blood and Violence, Mild Gore, Kidnapping

Online Friends

Joel series by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Summary: hot single dilfs in your area want to chat, and you're more than willing to comply (aka: anonymous sex chatting with joel) -- and then all the stuff that comes after

Tags: dom!joel and sub!reader, heavy dirty talk, degrading language, joel is a little mean but like in a sexy way, use of 'daddy' like twice, talk of p in v penetration, mutual masturbation, fingering, pillow humping, sex toys, sending nudes, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, exhibitionism, public play, a bit of bondage, semi-public, some face slapping (in a consensual, sexual context)

Put it in, coach

Joel one shot by @magpiepills

Summary: you are an 18 year old high school senior on the cheerleading team, and Joel is the beloved and successful football coach. He helps you with some stretching after practice.

Tags: SMUT!! This is just porn. The girthiest age gap (18 & 56), consensual but extremely unethical sexual relationship, pervert Joel, power imbalance, dubcon (due to said power imbalance) but I assure you reader is of legal age and enthusiastically consents! Unprotected piv, oral (m receiving) fingering, dirty talk, innocent reader, spanking, minor pussy slapping, blackmail, creampie, twist ending, possibly dark Joel. Could be more, I don’t remember. No use of y/n, no physical description of reader, This is a good example of things that are GOOD in FICTION and BAD in REALITY.

Lovesick

Joel one shot by @prolix-yuy

Summary: You've been greedy for Joel for too long.

Tags: descriptions of wound care and blood, allusions to dubcon due to drinking and drug use, no actual smut

One Night

Marcus P one shot by @secretelephanttattoo

Summary: You get one night with Marcus Pike.

Tags: Implied/referenced smut but nothing is explicitly described. Smoking and alcohol. Angst because they only have one night together. Marcus is a flirty menace. House party nostalgia. Heavy petting in a stairwell

I'd also just like to call out some fics I've been reading for a long time that finished up recently and that I loved: Psychomanteum - Dieter Series by @whatsnewalycat and Whistle in the Dark - Joel series by @gasolinerainbowpuddles.

My most recent fics ( I have not been writing much lol)

Ravage - Ezra x f!Reader - saltburn AU, vampire scene

Only Good Girls - Dave x f!reader - D/s, punishment, mirror sex

Happy Reading!

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Jaya Week 2023 Day 5: Dance

So guess what guys, we're now two days behind! Yippee! Gonna do my best to get caught up today, but we'll see what happens. This one was hard at first because I didn't have an idea, and then it hit me, and once I started I couldn't really stop. It was great! Although it did turn out a little spicier than I intended, but I guess that's just what I was in the mood to write today. Oh well! COLE AND VANIA ARE PLATONIC IN THIS BY THE WAY DO NOT TAG AS CONIA OR I WILL COMMIT UNSPEAKABLE ACTS!

Words: 2.3k

TWs: POSSIBLE underage alcohol consumption (I personally headcanon them to be around 21 by Master of the Mountain but just in case), alcohol mention, sex reference (NOTHING explicit but implied), making out, Jay in a suit and Nya in a dress appreciation

[REUPLOAD]

Jay shuffled from his spot in the corner of the large ballroom, watching as dozens of dancers paired up on the floor to perform a gracious waltz. The citizens of Shintaro were more graceful than most of the people he had seen in Ninjago, their alabaster skin shining in the lights of the grand chandelier hanging over their heads. It was the night after they had defeated the Skull Sorceror; Vania’s coronation would be the next morning.

The ballroom itself was beyond gorgeous, just like the rest of the Ivory City. Gold trim wrapped itself in intricate patterns across the walls, creeping up the pillars in the room like glimmering vines. Marble statues stood solemnly at attention in all four corners, each depicting an ancient war hero from Shintaro’s past. Vania had promised Cole to have a statue of his mother commissioned to sit in the grand hall. The floor had been freshly polished, and Jay knew that he would’ve been upset to see the dress shoes scuffing it up if he were one of the workers.

He swirled a glass of punch in his hands; he had promised Nya that he wouldn’t drink until later, not that Jay had been planning on getting wasted. Scanning the room with a careful eye, Jay quickly realized that he and Zane were the only team members in the room at the moment.

Where was everyone else?

Cole jumpscared him from behind, making Jay shout and almost spill his drink all over an older man. The blue ninja apologized profusely before glaring at his best friend.

“Was that really necessary?” Jay grumbled, putting his drink down on the table next to him.

“You know the answer to that,” Cole snickered, and Jay had to remind himself that he was in public. He couldn’t just tackle Cole and start an all-out brawl.

Jay sighed, turning to fully face the earth ninja. “Where did you run off to?”

Shrugging, Cole snatched up Jay’s discarded glass and took a swig. “Vania needed some help with something, why?”

“I haven’t seen Nya in a while,” Jay admitted, taking the glass back after Cole complained about the lack of alcohol. “I’m starting to get worried.”

“Oh, there’s no need to worry about her. She’s getting ready with Lloyd and Kai,” Cole explained kindly, bumping Jay’s shoulder. “Nya’ll be out soon. Here, come and mingle with me, you always like meeting new people.”

That was a lie, and Jay saw the distraction for what it was, but it wasn’t like he had anything better to do. Hoping he wouldn’t regret it, Jay allowed Cole to whisk him away from his spot against the wall and into the well-dressed crowd.

Almost immediately, he regretted it.

Sticking as close to Cole’s side as a burr, Jay dutifully did his best to fend off the Shintaroans’ advances. More than a few of the single women on the floor approached him with flirtatious winks and tantilizing grins, all of them asking him in the sweetest tones to dance with them for the night. No one approached Cole, because everyone knew that as soon as Vania was ready and amongst the crowd he would be her dance partner, and no one wanted to upset the new queen.

Jay grimaced when yet another lady tried to attach herself to his arm. “I’m sorry, but I’m really not interested.”

Huffing, the lady turned away, muttering something about how pretty boys like him shouldn’t be on the floor if they didn’t want to dance. It made Jay’s blood start to boil, and he said something to Cole as the man walked from group to group to exchange pleasantries.

“I just need Nya to get out here, already.” Jay was saying, giving a hard stare to any women who looked his way for too long. Younger him would’ve been ecstatic at all of the attention he was garnering without really considering the implications, but older him was much wiser. And engaged.

“And yet we both know that she’ll have your head if you try to rush her,” Cole said, grabbing up a glass of actual wine and taking a small sip. He must’ve been getting nervous too, Jay noted. Usually he was the best of the human team members at holding off on the liquor.

“True.” Jay conceded, readjusting his tie around his neck. His blue suit was starting to feel suffocating, and Jay really came to realize that he and Cole were sticking out like sore thumbs with their darker suits in the sea of light creams and beiges, with many of the older folks wearing snow-white. Hopefully they weren’t violating some ancient dress code of Shintaro by not wearing anything in white.

Cole held the glass out to him, and Jay hesitated to take it. “Maybe you just need to loosen up a bit-”

You’re not the one who's taken, Jay thought sourly, but he noticed that Cole’s gaze wasn’t on him anymore. Instead, his onyx eyes were fixated on the other side of the room, unblinking. Jay could see the fondness in his face, and he turned to see what all of the commotion was about.

Vania had made her first appearance of the night, dressed in a flowing white dress with a train long enough to cover the entirety of Jay’s parents’ trailer. Golden thread was weaved throughout, nice complimenting the jewelry she was wearing and the large placeholder crown on her head. Her kind face was caked in makeup, but Jay could only really tell because he did makeup himself. She was breathtaking as she came strolling down the stairs that led to her chambers; maybe not Jay’s kind of breathtaking, but beautiful nonetheless.

“That’s my cue, buddy,” Cole said, looking slightly apologetic, “but hey, there’s a spot over by the punch table if you don’t want anyone to bother you.”

“Of course, because I love the punch table,” Jay griped, but he kinew he was only being difficult because it was just him again. His heart sank a little when Cole walked away, even if Jay knew that being Vania’s dance partner was a much more prestigious position than being with his best friend. The table wasn’t far, and Jay quickly reclaimed his post on the closest pillar, sipping actual wine this time to try and soothe his nerves.

Watching the people clear the dance floor for the future queen, Jay marvelled at how gracefully his best friend moved; for being the master of arguably the most rigid of their elements, Cole had some of the most fluid movement on the team. The only ones who could truly best him were Jay himself and Nya, but that was mostly because lightning and water granted them natural flow that couldn’t really be bested. Cole also didn’t have the build to take advantage of his flexible movement, having inherited the classic earth elemental body and not the lithe and poise that Lou possessed.

He and Vania made a good pair, Jay had decided as he watched them dance. Their styles complimented each other well, and Cole looked like he was having the time of his life. Jay knew that Cole wasn’t attracted to her and never would be, but he was glad to see the ravenette enjoying himself regardless. It would be good for Cole to finally have some friends outside of the Ninja group.

Suddenly, it felt like the world had stopped spinning. Everyone in the room turned to watch the new figure descending down the stairs, and Jay could feel his already unsteady heartbeat speed up upon seeing her.

“Nya!” Vania exclaimed, leaving Cole on the dance floor and rushing to the foot of the stairs to greet the water ninja.

Jay wanted to follow, but his jaw had dropped onto the floor with his feet frozen on the ground. His Yang looked absolutely gorgeous, dressed in what must’ve been the only blue dress in Vania’s wardrobe. It was a light and shimmering aqua, the light refracting off of the fabric and making Nya look like she was shining. Her gray heels clicked on the floor when she landed at the bottom of the steps, her hands covered with silken gloves that stretched to her elbows. Her hair was flowing down her back like a waterfall in large ringlets; it was a sight that Jay didn’t get to see very often, but he cherished it every time he did.

Looking past Vania’s shoulder, Nya locked eyes with him, and his heart stuttered from the small smile that graced her lips. Vania noticed, giving Nya a slight smirk as they parted ways, Nya walking towards her Yin and Vania taking Cole’s arm to rejoin him on the dance floor.

Fixing up his tie and putting his hair back into place, Jay suddenly felt very underdressed. He had thought his simple three-piece suit would be enough (it’s not like he had many options anyway), but if Nya was going to start showing him up like that then he might have to up his game.

Walking out to meet her felt like Jay was in a fairytale, the Prince Charming finally meeting Cinderella for the first time. Ignoring the stares of all the ladies who had been hitting on him, Jay stopped in front of Nya, whose heels propped her up to only an inch or so below his line of sight.

He took her outstretched hand and gave it a kiss with a bow. “May I have this dance, my lady?”

Nya pretended to contemplate the question. “I suppose you may, my lovely gentleman.”

“Only yours,” Jay said happily, taking her hand and spinning her around as the music started back up. They were finally going to get to dance!

Playing Dancey Pants had been a great decision, Jay decided as they twirled around the room, mostly because he knew there was no way in the Cursed Realm he would’ve been able to keep up with everyone else otherwise. He vaguely registered Kai and Lloyd coming down the stairs and joining the celebration, in a red and green suit respectively. Kai had made a beeline for Zane on the other side of the room, offering to dance with him so the nindroid wouldn’t have to keep standing off to the side. Lloyd had joined Cole and Vania, switching off with the earth ninja in an odd three-way dance that made Jay’s head spin if he stared at it for too long.

A kiss was pressed to his lips and Jay startled. Oh, right. He was dancing too.

Thankfully his Yang only giggled, quickly compensating for his misstep and keeping their rhythm. “You with me, Jay?”

“I am,” he answered smoothly. He pressed his own kiss to Nya’s lips, deeper this time, letting his hand slide down her waist. She made a small noise, letting her own hand cup the back of his neck and mess with the baby hairs on his nape. There was a suspicious sparkle in her when they parted, and Jay was very suddenly reminded of the fact that he had been drinking. Nya had probably tasted the fruitiness of the alcohol on his breath.

“Did you start drinking without me?” Nya was actually pouting, and Jay had to restrain his belly laugh to a hearty chuckle, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“My nerves were getting to me,” he admitted, “and I didn’t want that to ruin our night. I hope you don’t mind.”

“As long as you get me something, I don’t care,” Nya said with a wink, and Jay already knew that some very promiscuous things were going to go down tonight.

He was quick to snatch a wine glass off of a passing tray, holding it out to Nya with one of his signature grins like an offering. Nya took it with a smile of her own, chugging it and gracefully putting it on the table next to them. Jay hadn’t realized that she was directing them to the far side of the room where the least people were located, including the rest of their group.

Nya slid her hand down to his waist, hooking one of her thumbs in his belt loop and letting the rest of her fingers drum against his thigh. Her other hand rested on Jay’s cheek, and he shuddered when she ran her thumb across his jaw. She was a little red in the face, and Jay was suddenly a little suspicious of how much she may have had to drink.

“Did you drink before you got down here?” he asked quietly, his own hand coming to rest on her shoulder, brushing against her collarbone.

She hummed. “A little. Kai got me a shot of whiskey from the kitchen, or that’s what I hope it was. They’ve got some strong stuff in Shintaro.”

“They gotta deal with the isolation somehow,” Jay quipped, and his heart soared when Nya chuckled. “You sure you should be drinking any more, then? We still have to leave tomorrow.”

“All the more reason to let loose tonight and have a little fun,” without warning, she shot forward and caught his lips with hers, and Jay was more than happy to let himself get lost in the current that was his Yang. They swayed with the music, and he felt Nya’s body press closer to his like two puzzle pieces. Her hand buried itself in his hair, pulling when he ran his tongue across her lower lip. With one hand on her hip and the other on her back, Jay forced himself to pull away, ignoring the way his mouth tingled from his element in favor of staring at Nya in all of her half-drunken and quite eager glory.

“We need some privacy for this part,” he whispered, starting to pull her away to where their quarters were located. He ignored Lloyd and Zane’s questioning looks, Kai’s face of unbridled disgust and Cole’s enthusiastic thumbs-up in favor of pulling Nya along beside him. “I have a different kind of dance in mind.”

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NCT Spooky Season [Day 15]

A Scary Good Time

TW: Language, Lots of Sexual References, Alcohol Consumption Genre: Romance, Comedy Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader YN Pronouns: Not specified Word Count: 0.7K Prompt: Halloween Tailgate go brrr

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Notes: I love writing unhinged college aus Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

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"Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots!" The crowd chanted around you and you took a deep breath.

"This is so fucking stupid," you shook your head with a huge smile and downed another glass while Jaemin howled in front of you.

"Let's fucking go!" You heard Jeno shouting somewhere.

"Oh fuck," Jaemin stumbles on the table slightly and you hold him up.

"Careful, humpty dumpty, can't have you falling off and breaking that beautiful ass of yours," you laughed.

"FYI, I'm dressed up as Werewolf, not humpty dumpty," Jaemin's words had a slight curve to them.

"Right, right, boring," you helped him down the table, grabbing another shot glass on the way while you sat him down. "Look around, Jaem. Slutty Bunnies, Slutty Nurses, and Slutty Monsters everywhere," you gestured the whole room.

"And what are you supposed to be again?" He eyes your oversized T-Shirt and thigh highs.

"Slutty college student, duh."

"You already are one, that doesn't count."

"Okay, rude!" You playfully shoved him and laughed, "anyway, how are you holding up? I know parties aren't usually your thing, but I'm glad you came out with us anyway!" You handed him the shot glass and he smells it before drinking it.

"I'm fine," he looks around. It's true, of the friend group Jaemin tended to stay away from these kind of things, but after hearing you, Jeno, and Haechan loudly describing your escapades, Jaemin got an intense wave of FOMO and he decided, fuck it, he's going to go with you all to the next one.

But all it did was remind him how much he hated parties.

Especially when all the lights suddenly shut down.

"Boo! At least turn the music back on!" Someone yells.

"Jaem?" You put your hand on his shoulder to keep track of him. But, as soon as your hand touched his arm, he felt this intense wave of nausea rush through him, and he swallowed down whatever bile threatened to come out. "You okay, bud?"

"Mmhmm," he answered weakly. He shuts his eyes tight and turns his head upwards to ride the sudden discomfort and finally, when the lights turned on, the headache subsided. But it nearly came back when he heard all the screams around him.

"What the hell is going on?!" Someone shouts. Jeno rushes toward you both.

"Guys?!" He looked frantic.

"What? What's wrong?" You felt yourself sobering up quick.

"I can't... I can't take it off!" He tugs on the hook on his hand. He decided to do some overly sexualized Captain Hook and, while it was funny at the time, he looked near crazed trying to pry the hook off his hand.

"Okay, okay, you big baby, hand it over here," you take his hand and start tugging on the hook, but nothing happens, it doesn't budge one bit, "gee, Jen, you really shoved it in here, huh?"

"I guess so but everyone's having trouble taking their costumes off!" He looks at Jaemin and reaches for his ears.

"Dude, don't touch me," Jaemin swats his hand away and Jeno gasps.

"How'd you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Those ears moved."

"No, they didn't."

"They're moving right now!"

"They're not!"

"(Y/N), back me up here!" You look between them and you reach for the wolf ears on Jaemin's head and, when you tugged on it harshly, Jaemin winced.

"Ow! Don't pull my hair like that."

"Jaemin... I didn't pull your hair," you said quietly.

"What?" He looks at you, but your eyes were glued to the top of his head. Jaemin grabs his phone and looks at himself on the screen. "Holy... shit."

"We all just merged with out costumes," Jeno panics. "Well, all except (Y/N). What are you supposed to be again?"

"Slutty and broke college student," you shrugged.

"Oh, well, that's already you so there's nothing to change into."

"You're both bitches for that!" You groaned.

"But dog! You became part-dog!" Jeno exclaims.

"No, this can't be happening," Jaemin slipped out of the chair and stated pacing, and he heard you gasp behind him. "What happened?"

"Babe! You have a tail!" You reached for it and Jaemin instinctively pulled it away from you. But, realizing what he just did, Jaemin looks down at the tail that swished from side to side. "Holy shit."

"Holy fucking shit!"

"My boyfriend's a werewolf!" Your excitement betrayed your concern.

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Paradise Lost

TW: Quinn ≠ MC. Alcohol consumption. Lilith being Lilith.

Word count: 1066

“Hot night, isn’t it?” a voice said, feminine, strangely clear and soft despite the blaring music of the club. She had an accent, British and faint, not quite the Queen’s English, but not something thick and overpowering like Mancunian either, “Feels like I’m being burnt alive here. Good thing they installed air conditioners last month.”

The heat the stranger was referring to only became apparent as Quinn slid their eyes up to glance at the unknown woman. The second their stares met was more than enough for Quinn to feel those flames engulfing their body. For a brief second, they entertained the idea that they had died, and that that woman was an angel sent to take them away, or maybe a Goddess of despair, sent to mock them for all the wasted time and the missed opportunities.

The stranger was beautiful in all the right ways, like someone you only see in movies, someone you either wish to be—or someone you wish to be with. Long flowing red hair, soft skin, puffy lips (like she was begging to kiss or be kissed). Fuck. The woman chuckled with warmth, half-lidded amber eyes glowing with amusement as they stared at Quinn. Like she could read their mind and each intrusive thought. She bit her lip, Quinn’s pupils shot down in that direction, and they were pinned there like she was a work of art.

What the hell was wrong with them?

“But—the strange thing is—tonight only seems to have gotten hotter after you walked in,” the stranger flirted easily, with an entertained and dramatic frown, a chuckle. Her accent somehow mellowed her tone, made her words sweeter and tamer. Upon hearing her words, Quinn promptly choked on thin air. Truly, what the hell was wrong with them? “I’m Lilith. Can I buy you a drink?”

“Quinn,” they spat out their name. And Lilith somehow heard them over the music.

“Quinn. Beautiful name too,” she nodded like she was stating an objective fact. Like she meant it “Can I?”

“Huh?”

Very eloquent, Quinn wanted to punch themselves.

“Buy you a drink,” Lilith giggled. She tilted her head and eyed Quinn like they were something precious “You— hmm— you don’t seem like to type to enjoy sweetness. How do you like your cocktails? I bet I can pick something you’d love.”

“That’s—” Quinn cleared their throat. Something about the redheaded beauty seemed to make it impossible to get a straight sentence out. She rendered their brain to mush “Expensive.”

But, then again, everything about that Goddess screamed luxury. Her revealing outfit seemed like it was made by a designer, her makeup was on point. Her hands seemed soft too, like her eyes. Her perfume probably cost a fortune too.

“Don’t worry about me. I insist,” Lilith said “Unless you don’t want to?”

Quinn’s eyes flickered between her and the shelves full of alcohol.

“Honestly, I just wanted an excuse to talk to you,” Lilith confessed “If cocktails are a no-no... Would you prefer my company instead?”

“Why?”

“‘Why?’”

“Why me?” Quinn cringed at themselves.

“Why not you?” she leaned forward, the curve of her spine made a beautiful image as her arms found the counter “Gorgeous and drinking by themselves. Brooding over an empty glass. You intrigued me. ‘Could I make the mysterious stranger smile?’”

She almost did. Lilith sounded sincere. And Quinn almost felt like they had met before.

“So this is— what? A challenge for you?” their voice sounded hot with accusation. And something else, probably.

Lilith hummed like she was considering her answer. Quinn had the feeling she did that a lot, “Does it have to be anything else? Would you like it to? I wouldn't oppose.”

The Goddess in a skimpy outfit laughed, and her earrings jingled like bells.

“I don’t— y’know,” Quinn cringed again “I don’t have money or anything. I don’t understand what you get out of this.”

“I do— Have money, I mean,” Lilith nodded confidently. Another alarm blared. She was a walking red flag—but since she took a seat next to Quinn, red seemed to have become their favorite color “You’re cute.”

Her compliments flowed like water but they were sweet like honey. Lilith was a stranger, a flatterer, and a Goddess. And Quinn never could say no.

“I— I’m not. I’m not fond of sweetness,” they shrugged.

“Lovely. I knew it,” Lilith giggled again, and the sound did sinful things to Quinn’s stomach. She waved her hand towards the side and practically summoned one of the pretty bartenders on the other side of the counter. The women chatted amongst themselves in a hushed tone—how they heard each other, Quinn didn’t know.

Lilith ordered hastily before she turned towards them again “So, honey,” the pet name felt strangely endearing. Quinn had never been fond of overly corny nicknames from their partners, but Lilith’s—the way she spoke, that accent that was driving them to insanity—pulled slightly at the corner of their lips, upwards. Quinn noticed they were about to smile and stopped themselves. They wouldn’t give such an easy victory to Lilith “What brings you here tonight?”

Chatting with her was easy.

Lilith listened, she asked and intervened before silence ever threatened to overpower them, before the situation turned awkward. Quinn eased up into the conversation like they were dipping their toes in a pool, initially overwhelmed by the freezing coldness of the water, slowly adjusting their temperature to match.

They were diving into the words, in the back and forth, in the cocktail that was placed in front of them—“Negroni,” Lilith explained, the word sounded enticing with her accent, she said, “It’s Italian, tastes lovely. Cheers”—, Quinn had tilted their head forward, closed their eyes tight, they had submerged themselves in the pool. It tasted like gin, orange, and vermouth. Italian. And lovely, as Lilith put it.

As they drank they spoke of various topics. Quinn asked where Lilith was from at some point, her eyes had twinkled with amusement, and she had confessed she was from “somewhere far from here,” which didn’t really clarify anything, but Quinn was too busy tracing the curve of her lips with their eyes to complain.

Fuck— she was beautiful.

She talked of a city that she called home, of skyscrapers and red districts and friendly faces who always asked when she would return. Playfully she added, “Hell, am I right?”

#drabble #lilith #the deal if #the deal #inferno

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Waves and Warfare (Small Town UA) Price x Reader (Skip)

An: Part of my small town UA. Introducing the last S.O. This time we meet Waves! The Captain of this second taskforce and someone who knows Price possibly better than he knows himself.

TW: wound mention, mentions of drowning, reference to torture, missing limbs, alcohol consumption, cannon typical language, weaponry, canon typical violence (LMK if I missed any)

Word Count: 2,907 (These just keep getting longer and longer)

Summary: Things that John had said to you are drudged up and you meet, Captain to Captain

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John Price wasn't the type of man to complain about things being given to him with no strings attached. Never for a second did he complain about Lamb's hospitality or the farm work she had them doing. At first, the work had been refreshing. The hens in the coop were hostile in the beginning (they hated his hat) but they were soon coming around.

Once he got used to staying with Lamb, he was able to start thinking about where he knew her from. Her face was one he had seen before, he was sure of it. But where he had seen it still was a mystery to him. He had asked his boys if they had seen her before but none of them ever had.

He had thought the mystery would go unsolved until that bloody medic showed up. Tens was a face he had seen many times, and a face he never thought he would see again. That day when Tens had come out to the farm, how he knew Lamb hit him like a truck.

The W.S.M. He could have kicked himself for not remembering sooner. Tens had smiled at him like it hadn't been seven years since they had seen one another. She mentioned her Captain with an air of joviality that didn't match the woman she was speaking of.

(Y/N) "Skip" (L/N) had always been a force to behold. In her early days, it was said that she skipped through battlefields like they were fields of flowers. That she hopped over landmines and grenades like they were rocks in a pond.

But something had changed in her. By the time John had met this woman, she was a hardened Captain in the US Navy. She was a S.E.A.L. through and through. Every op she led was executed with perfection as she would settle for no less.

Seven years ago had been their last joint op. When John had to make a choice that severed their connection. They had been friendly towards one another, even going on a few dates. But that day…that one decision had removed Skip from his life as effectively as her team worked.

John was coming in from harvesting some eggs when he saw Tens speaking to Lamb in the kitchen.

"I dunno Tens…I don't think she will want to see him. You know how that day went.." Lamb said softly, wincing slightly as Tens leaned over in her seat, fiddling with something under the table.

"It doesn't matter if she wants to. How they left things just doesn't sit right with me." Tens said. She sat back up and wiped her hands on a cloth that she quickly replaced in her bag.

"Can't tell her he's coming. She'll have our heads if she finds out we were behind this." Lamb mumbled. Tens nodded and sat back, cracking her back with the chair. It was this action that led her to see John.

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear." She said with a wide smile. John made his way over to the two women and placed his basket of eggs on the counter. He pulled out a chair and spun it, straddling the seat and resting his arms on the back.

"Couldn't help but listen in. Skip is here?" he asked. He had to take this in small steps. The way he had left Skip was…less than pleasant to say the least. He wouldn't lie and say that he didn't still feel a spark of affection for the woman. Unfortunately, she had doused any sparks she had for him long ago.

Lamb nodded and bridged her fingers, resting her chin on the top.

"Yeah, She's here. She knows you're here too. Well, at least she knows the 141 is here. That's a big reason she hasn't stopped by actually." Lamb explained. Across from her, Tens nodded and took a sip of…something from the thermos that hung from her pack.

"Yeah, we all usually come over to Lambs on weekends to spend time together." Tens said with a frown. It was obvious she had been missing the time her team spent together.

"We can all head into town one night if you-" he was cut off by Lamb shaking her head.

"I don't like to go into the town proper often. The truck is only for deliveries and I can't walk that far after being on my feet all day." She said while pointing at the prosthetic that rested against the table next to her. When had she taken that off?

John nodded and thought for a moment. Tens slapped her hand down on the table and a wicked grin split across her face.

"We send the boys to town to help Keys catalog her library. Heaven knows she would never get it done herself. Knowing her, she would find some book or something she had forgotten about and spend the rest of the day reading it." Tens said. Lamb nodded, listening intently.

As John listened to Tens speak, he couldn't help but be reminded of Simon and Johnny. Tens was like Johnny, excitable and wore her heart on her sleeve. She never hid what she was thinking and was always determined to make her people feel appreciated and welcome, even if she had only known them for a few minutes. Lamb was a lot like Simon in her silent acts of service. She seemed gruff on the outside but she had a soft spot for those she loved and fought fiercely for what she believed in. Lamb worked hard like she had something to prove.

"And then what? What do we say to Skip to get her over here?" Lamb asked, snapping John out of his reflection.

"Tell her the tractor is busted or something." Tens said with a shrug. Lamb frowned.

"Don't like lying to her…she can smell them a mile away." Lamb rebutted. Tens nodded and furrowed her eyebrows. A sly smirk spread on her face and Lamb frowned even deeper.

"I don't like that look Tens…" She said. Tens snickered and leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms.

"Tell her you need advice." Tens shrugged. John nodded. Skip always loved giving people advice. She was always the person people went to for a second opinion on things. She thought things through and never judged someone for their situation.

Lamb scoffed, shifting in her seat. John could see that she had a cool compress wrapped around the stump of her leg. Her amputation looks like it occurred just above the knee, and the actual injury must have been horrific. The skin around the amputated site was marked and stretched like it had been severely burned. Her hand clutched the top of her leg and massaged the mottled flesh there. Her hands were shaking.

"What on earth do I need her advice for?" Lamb asked shaking her head. Tens wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"That Scot…you seem to like him more than most." Tens teased. Lamb's face could have been carved in stone.

"You better watch it Tens. I'm not above kicking you in the head." She said while gesturing to the prosthetic on the floor. Tens raised her hands in mock surrender.

"Just a thought! You could also say you need advice on what to do with Moosie. That's not a lie now is it?" Tens said seriously. Lamb bit her lip and nodded.

"You're right. I'll go give her a call. Once the boys are done with picking the apples, you send them on over to Keys. Don't tell her they're coming, she will just panic." Lamb said while moving to stand up. Tens shook her head and pushed Lamb back into her chair.

"Sit down before I tie you down." The medic said harshly, going to the wall-mounted phone. Lamb sighed and massaged her temples. John stood up to gather his things but Lamb called his name.

"Not you, you're staying here." She said while gesturing for him to sit again. She sighed and looked at one of the cabinets in the kitchen. "Do me a favor and grab the ibuprofen out of the med kit up there." She said softly. John nodded and did as asked, grabbing the specific bottle. Lamb silently thanked him and opened it, tossing two pills into her mouth and then chasing them down with some water.

"Stupid barometric pressure." She mumbled as she continued to massage what remained of her leg. John knew better than to ask what had happened to it. She would tell him if she felt like it.

"I'm staying here?" John asked, scooting forward in the seat. Lamb nodded.

"You're gonna talk to Skip, hash things out if you have to. I'm tired of hearing her grumble about how nobody in this town gets her. You were the one who understood her most." Lamb stated. John felt his stomach flip with nerves (that never happens).

"Are you…sure that's a wise decision? Last I heard, she hated me." John said while crossing his arms over his chest. Lamb shrugged.

"If she breaks anything in my house, she pays for it." She said with a smirk.

Tens eventually came back to the table, a grin on her face.

"Told Skip you needed some sensitive advice regarding one of your animals. She said she will be here in 15 minutes. As for the boys, I sent them to Keys. I hope you don't mind if they borrowed the truck." Tens said while squatting to allow Lamb to wrap her arm over her shoulders.

"Nah, we're heading to your place anyway. I'll just hold onto you real tight." Lamb joked. Tens snickered and stood up, helping Lamb balance on her one leg.

"Alright, John. Skip will probably head to my office first. Just sit in the main room and let her walk in. You're gonna want to keep her away from the front door." Lamb instructed. John nodded and watched the two women leave.

He decided he would sit at the kitchen table, sipping at a glass of scotch.

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You hadn't expected to receive a call from Tens this late at night. She usually was at home watching her documentaries at this time. She had told you that Lamb was facing a serious decision that she needed help reaching.

You had grumbled and sighed while putting on your shoes but you didn't mean anything by it. You would always be there for your girls. You hopped in your car and made your way to Lamb's farm. While it may have been 20 miles away, you could get there quickly if you broke a few speeding laws. Nobody checked speeds here anyway.

Your car rumbled over the cattle guard and you parked by the garage. her truck wasn't there but that wasn't too odd. Sometimes she had it on other parts of the farm. The porch light was on and so were the kitchen lights.

You locked the car with the fob and walked up the wooden steps of Lamb's house. You knocked on the door and swung it open, knowing she would have left it unlocked. Lamb liked to have serious conversations in the office of her house so you knew she would be there.

You took a step into the house, closing the door behind you. You kick your shoes off, noticing a distinct lack of other shoes.

'141 boys must be out. That's good.' You thought to yourself. You looked around the main room and sighed softly at the various things that were out of place. Someone had been sleeping in the large recliner and on the couch.

"Lamb? You alright?" You called as you pocketed your keys and started to head to the office. You heard no sound as you crossed the wood floor and turned the corner to see…no light on in the office.

"Lamb? You here?" You called, eyebrows furrowed. You reached to your hip, drawing your pistol and flicking off the safety. You heard a soft grunt behind you and you swung the pistol in that direction. it was too deep to have been Lamb.

"Out of the shadows, I hear you breathing." You say, voice firm and commanding. You moved your finger to the trigger, ready to fire if needed. A form stepped out of the shadows, his arms outstretched to show he had no weapons on him.

"Easy love…just an old friend." The voice rumbled out.

The language that came out of your mouth would have surprised anybody if they didn't know you were a sailor. You didn't put your pistol back, keeping it aimed at the Brit before you.

"You lost the right to call me that seven years ago." You hiss as you look for other ways of escape. John was blocking the front door now and Lamb would tear you a new one if you broke one of her windows again.

"Which one? 'Love' or 'old friend' " Price asked. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

"Both. Now move Price. I have work to do." You grumble as you hold your pistol, turning the safety back on and trying to push past Price. He placed his hands on your shoulders and gently pushed you backward.

"Get, the FUCK, out of my way." You growl. He sighs and releases your shoulders but he doesn't move from the door.

"We need to talk, (Y/N)." He said softly. Your blood begins to boil under your skin and your hands clench into fists at your side.

He doesn't see your punch coming but he certainly feels it. He doubles over a bit, clutching his chest and trying to catch his breath again.

"You do NOT get to call me that. My name to you is CAPTAIN or SKIP." You shout, trying to push past him. He stands firm though, pressing himself against the door.

"We need to talk about what happened that day…" He grumbles, catching his breath again. You glower and raise your hand to throw another punch. He sees this one though and catches your fist before it can hit him again.

"I have absolutely nothing to say to you about that day. You know and I know what happened." You say through clenched teeth. John shakes his head and looks into your eyes.

You used to love his eyes. You told him how much they reminded you of the ocean during a storm, how you wanted to chart those oceans of his soul. Now you could only smell the salt of the cold water of the Artic Ocean filling your lungs as you were shot off that boat. All you could see was the red that frothed in the waves as you slowly bled out in the water. All you could feel was the pit in your stomach that had formed when you watched him order the team to leave you behind.

"I didn't…know, Skip." He said softly.

"You didn't bother to check." You snap in reply. You see him flinch at your words.

Good.

"You left me, left me shot, bleeding out in the Artic ocean." You said calmly. Your voice as sharp as an obsidian blade.

"I watched you order the boat to turn around. I was swimming back to you and you ORDERED THEM to LEAVE ME!" You shout. John didn't make any move to defend himself from the verbal onslaught.

"I thought I was LUCKY when those orcas showed up. I thought they were gonna put me out of my misery." You chuckle. You've moved to pacing now, treading along the hallway from the door to the main room.

"But no, they brought me to the RUSSIANS! I was there for a YEAR John. A FUCKING YEAR!" You shout as you toss a shoe at him. Who's shoe it was, you didn't know. He dodged the shoe easily and watched as you raised your hands to your hair and started to grab at it. Something you always had done when you were worked up.

"They tortured me, beat me for months for information. It was a miracle that Keys found data on where I was being kept. Even more of a miracle that the girls were able to get me out." You whispered. Your mind was drifting back to that place, the hell you had clawed out of.

"I was half mad you know. I almost killed them, not knowing who they were. Tens worked furiously to get me back on my feet." You continue. Your eyes were burning with unshed tears. Your hands, balled into fists as they were, were cutting crescent-shaped wounds in your palms.

"Even after all of that, I still could have forgiven you. But you got one of my girls killed, and for that, I can never forgive you." You whisper, allowing the tears you had been holding back to slip down your face.

It was now that Price move forward, his arms wrapping around your shoulders as you cried. He said nothing as he held you, feeling your tears soaking into his shirt. You couldn't help but cling to him like you clung to your sanity in that prison camp. Your nails dug into his shirt and skin, leaving marks.

"I hate you. I hate you John Price." You blubber, listening to the beating of his heart.

"I know love…I know." He replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

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andromedaexists · 4 months

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Chrysalis & Requiem || Quinton Li

★★★★★

TW: ALCOHOL & DRUG USE, DEATH, ABUSE (EMOTIONAL & PHYSICAL), VIOLENCE & GORE, DEATH (MURDER), TRAUMATIC EVENTS, SELF-HARM & SUICIDAL IDEATION

Good News: We are starting off the year with a 5 star read! Bad News: I am going to be sick

I'm trying so hard to explain the absolute roller coaster that this book took me on, but I don't think I can. I think the closest imma get is:

I guess, I should start from the beginning. This is an ARC!! I am on Quinn's ARC team (and hopefully eventually street team if I can spare the time) and I got this review copy in exchange for an honest review!

Because the book doesn't release until March, I will be keeping this spoiler free. Sad for me, as you guys know I love giving the full run down on the book.

When I started this book, I was a wee small child (i started it yesterday). I didn't know what the universe would hold for me, I didn't know the emotional turmoil I would be put through.

The beginning was a bit hard to get into, as most books are for me these days. I'm incredibly sick at the moment and I just graduated from college last month, any story where I have to learn new things is hard. And you do have to learn new things for this book, I mean it is a fantasy novel.

But once I hit like 20% I was hooked. I stopped reading for the night at 24% and thought that I would be able to meter out my consumption (wrong) only to wake up this morning and blast all the way through to the end.

I am a huge murder mystery person, and when I started this book I thought that might be a detriment. But I can assure you, it isn't. You think that because you saw the murder that you know what's going on. You don't. At all.

I had my theories, about halfway through I had my theories. The group chat will probably never forgive me for reciting the "I've connected two dots" scene from Unsolved but I mean, I'm not the only person reading the book in that chat so I couldn't tell them what my theory actually was because they aren't to that point yet!

Then I hit 60%. And I really started to struggle. This is my fault, the content warnings at the beginning of the book say "This book contains references and themes to alcohol/drug use" and I guess I just didn't realize that meant we would see the POV character being out of her mind drunk for an extended period of time. As someone who really struggles to be around alcohol due to my past, this was nearly enough for me to put the book down. But I'm glad I didn't

Because then, at 72% in:

And again, not too long after:

Until finally:

And honestly, I don't think I can explain anything better than this. I highly recommend this book for y'all, but please please please be mindful of the content warnings. Actually, imma put them here too

This book contains references and themes to alcohol/drug use, blood, confrontation to abuse, death, emotional abuse, escalating violence, gaslighting/manipulation, gore, lifechanging injury, murder, corpses, visions about traumatic events, panic attacks, paranormal/occult content, self-harm, sexual references, suicide ideation, and trauma.

now for the part some of you are waiting for: some of my favorite quotes!

Thorns falling away, petals outstretched, bleeding red onto white roses—revelation would be hers and hers only.

We leave behind love when we die.

Beautiful, beautiful, so beautiful. They would be beautiful together.

Girls like you have secrets. I'm going to peel you apart and reveal every part of you. I will consume you.

To create is to be alive.

and then this one, an epigraph for part four of the book:

Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again. — Homer, The Iliad

Y'all know I'm a sucker for a good Iliad reference and this one. This one wrecked me. I sure wrote a lot for someone at a loss of words, so I'm going to end this here and go curl in a ball and cry and try not to throw up. I am sick and this book is to blame.

Thank you Quinn, truly. I'm so fucking disgusted I love this book so much

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Chapter 2: Daeron & the Sister-wives

Pairings: Aegon x OC, Helaena x OC, Aemond x OC, Jacaerys x OC, Jacaerys x Cregan, Luke x Sara

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters. I do not claim any of them as my own. This work is purely fictional.

Summary: Everyone deals with the aftermath of the party and the first day of classes. Leon brings out his "inner whore", Aemond and Lillianna make a shocking discovery, and the Targ siblings bring back a fun little competition.

TW: References to sexual situations, profanity, references to alcohol consumption

Aegon's Phone:

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A Deal With the Devil

TW: Violence, language, smut, drug use, blood due to virginity loss. PURE FILTH ;)

Rafe Cameron...

WORD COUNT: 4,000

The Deal With the Devil

“Well THAT was about three...” He explained, holding out his palm. The display of his long fingers forced your neglected satisfaction to conjure the most illicit of visions by his hand alone.

“You want to...collect your payment out here?” He was amused by your bold reaction as he motioned to Topper, a blonde pretty boy half high and a quarter drunk.

“What are you doing?” He questioned as he closed the door to the bedroom, turning to find you playing with the zipper of your dress.

“I want to know if I’m dealing with a slut or a goodie-two-shoes-” Your eyes narrowed to his choice of words.

“I know I’M clean...I just want to know-”

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A Hole in One

TW: Smut, as always. Slight potential exhibitionism. Daddy kink. Derogatory language. Rough sex.

Summary: Bored as you are dragged to one of Rafe's golf days, you decide to make things a bit more interesting...

Kook girlfriend x kook prince

"Baby, why are you pouting?" Rafe sighed, half amused as he usually preferred your lips puckered for him. But in this instance, with your arms crossed over your full breasts concealed beneath your tight crop, his interest came in the way your body tightened. He always made it obvious how he craved to devour you, even more so when you had an attitude against him. This was because he knew how easily your mood would change just by his touch alone and he basked in the power behind it.

"We were supposed to go shopping..." You detested everything about the consolation activity. It was too quiet, too hot, and you were always berated for asking questions whenever you did try to act as if you cared to please your boyfriend.

"Just one hour...and then after that, I'll buy you something real pretty..." He leaned across the console of the car separating you. When you first started dating, these small moments would force you to aquiesce as you didn't want to upset him. But now, you learned that rivaling him only enticed him more. So by the response of only your eyes pulling backwards into a roll, you pushed the door open and made your way onto the exterior of the golf course.

Sitting in the golf cart for the majority of the first half, fanning yourself, you realized how futile this was. Of course they would pick the hottest day of the summer to hit balls into holes-you just couldn't understsnd it. There were a million other things you'd rather do. A root canal. The DMV. But the most enticing thing had been Rafe, who was mouthwatering in his backwards cap, tight shorts, and gray top buttoned at the top with the exception of those exposing hints of his toned chest to you. But you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of you eye fucking him across the green.

Carrying your soles to the small cart used for servicing members of the club, you ordered a water and an ice cream cone before returing to your seat. Peeling the package and licking your lips in anticipation to the vanilla sweet, you nearly seduced the cone, even relasing an unintentional moan, until your eyes found all three boys now looking up at you. But where Topper and Kelce were somewhere between aroused and humored, Rafe was pissed.

Rafe was the type of boyfriend who wanted to parade you around at every party, his hands never leaving your body for too long. But when it came to moans he believed only he deserved to know the sound of or even the sight of your skin he knew had been touched solely by him, he wanted all of that for himself. Which was why when you pulled your thumb to your bottom lip to withdraw the rebellious ice cream from staining your chin in its sticky makeup, an epiphany entertained your boredom.

You offered a smile so the boys would return to their game, allowing a moment to pass, before optioning for a way to gain your boyfriend's attention. Usually, you never had to fight for it, but when it came to golf, Rate was precise. You usually didn't mind because you got to treasure him prior to his games, the cute ensembles crumpled between your fingers as he gave insights to how your patience would be rewarded just before he left you to fantasize of the ways you would return your fervor for his return. But now, having been lured here under false pretenses, well over the hour agreed upon, you wanted to ensure he knew his mistake. After all, how did he expect you to entertain yourself with nothing more than a golfcart and the heat?

Pulling your crop top down just enough, you used the condensation of the water bottle to cool your temperate skin. Feigning closing your eyes, you allowed your head to rest in the expected padding of the chair behind you before notcing the three pairs of eyes on you again.

"Top!" Rafe ordered through clenched teeth as you ked the water between your thighs. From the outside glance, it seemed as though you were simply cooling yourself off. But to Rafe, he knew you too well to know this was anything but an instigation.

With the shock of ice cold water to your skin, the sudden heat of his grip sent you stumbling off of the cart and onto his feet by the main dependency of his hold.

"Are you not going to be happy until I fuck you in front of them?" His jaw tense but his eyes desperate for your rebellion, you only chuckled.

"You wouldn't dare leave a game-".

"Fuck the game-" He retorted, moving closer to you as you took this as a chance to fondle the buttons keeping his loose shirt away from the muscles contracting beneath. You had left claw marks every interaction upon the skin concealed beneath this chosen button up, and yet craved it each time as if it had been the first sight.

"Wouldn't you rather fuck me?" You questioned, eyeing him beneath your long lashes, batting them just as you would if in preparation of a blow job, the way you knew he loved to be adorned.

"Will that make you behave?" He asked through a continued clench of his teeth, although reveling in the games you two played.

"Probaably not...But you could try..." His eyes sharpened into an amused narrow as he cocked his jaw.

"So I make you cum and you you'll let me make par?" The illumination behind your eyes electrified his own steely gaze as you felt his forefinger bend beneath your chin to draw your attention exclusively to him.

Another idea suddenly crossed your mind, this one far more alluring then making yourself cold against the art of seduction.

"You think too highly of your skills..." You slipped from before him, traveling the remaining meters to his friends while hearing him mutter 'brat' in the final moments you remained in earshot.

"Can I try?" You asked, hands pulled in unison behind your back and chest pushed forward to achieve their undivided attention as Rafe remained at the golf cart, hat removed in his hands and folding its bill as if purposely trying to reshape it.

"Just one swing?" You pleaded, your tone rising in the particular way he knew well just at the cusp of your orgasm. The way your usual boisterous confidence fell to dependency in that whimper of a release, one you knew effected him well, was now spoken to someone who was not him.

"Here..." Topper offered, any excuse to make the moment end as quickly as possible having pushed him to volunteer.

The cold metal of the club was heavy between your fingers as you purposely fumbled your stance as you knew the only thing to drive Rafe into annoyance beyond repair would be the delay of how you acted brainless. This usually got you a reward when you were behind closed doors as if the only brain cells you had existed to pleasure him. But this was something you knew you would pay for later. The skin of your nearly exposed ass twitching in a premature ache of what was to come.

"You want to follow through on your swing. Carry your hips towards the hole-the flag-" He quickly fumbled as you giggled, Rafe now standing beside Kelce, who was enjoying the rivalry to who usually remained from getting such a rise out if Rafe. You knew him well to know if you were anyone else, you'd be abandoned or ridiculed. But this was how you operated. Games and tension all for reward and benefit coming imminently. You acted the brat and he corrected you in the only way he knew how-cuming.

"Can you show me?" You batted your lashes to Topper, who quickly looked to Rafe for permission. When only finding a hard line and white knuckles wrapped around his club, he nervously agreed as lining you up to swing.

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732 notes - Posted August 24, 2022

Best Friend's Girl

TW: Smut, cheating, language. Fluffy also intense first time sex with vulgarity of quelling and praise kink ;)

Word Count: 2100

You had been dating Topper this last summer. In contrast to your past, he was everything a good girl like you deserved. He pulled open car doors and convinced your parents he adored you, which he did, all while making you question if they preferred him over you. He even brought you a flower every week to commemorate those you were together as boyfriend and girlfriend.

But being entangled in the handsome Thornton also meant you were subjected to those within his life. Among them was his mother, who was perpetually over eager to correct you. And then there were his friends. Kelce was easygoing, if not a bit of a negligent guy who followed more behind his friends than leading any life of his own. But then there was Rafe…

The eldest Cameron sibling was six foot two, blue eyed, and got under your skin like nobody else could or ever would again. This was because he tormented you with silence.

It began the night you met with scoffs and comments to others in regards to how you were too 'pure' and ‘boring’ for Topper. But just as you knew Rafe's reputation for being gluttonous in everything from drugs to girls, he knew yours for your chastity, grace, and polite quietude unless spoken to or otherwise provoked.

Which he did.

Constantly.

But the moments became more direct towards the end of the summer. This came in the form of his eyes following you shamelessly around as you dressed scantily in a bikini, hung over your boyfriend with the intent to annoy him, to even something as innocuous as reaching popcorn on the top shelf, only to turn and see his eyes raise, which exposed him for having been shamelessly staring at your ass. And the most aggravating detail was brazen in his smirk in knowing he had been caught.

"I've been thinking-"

You quickly gasped, raising your hand to your chest as if simulating a heart attack.

"Must be a strange feeling for you..." You teased, carrying your bare feet across the cold tile before coming to the cabinet harboring the bowls. Pulling one down, you felt a collision in the form of his frame.

"Rafe-" You spoke in frustration before watching him pin one arm on either side of you until you were at his will.

"You think you're cute, don't you? Think you can say whatever you want and get away with it?" He slowly shook his head in disapproval.

"Top needs to keep you in check. MY girl wouldn't get away with the shit you do-"

You scoffed at his misogynistic and anti-feministic response as he continued.

"If you walked around in front of MY friends with your poor excuse of a swimsuit, I'd rip it off of you with my teeth, bend you over the closest surface, and make you cum over it so you thought of what I'd do the next time you tried to dress like that-" Your lips parted to object, but his words emerged swifter than anything you could accumulate.

"Or...I'd leave handprints on your ass so everyone knew you could be looked at..." His hand collected your chin, surprising you with his kindness, as he leaned closer.

"But only I could touch you-" You became lost in his eyes for a moment, your body betraying you against the way their cool blue irises left a false sense of security compared to his words. You knew if you allowed his words to be made a reality, even for a minute, that you would loathe yourself beyond what you could handle.

But that was the final reason you hated Rafe....because of just how badly you actually desired him.

"Trouble finding it babe?" Topper called from the living room as this prompted enough of a reality check to push Rafe off of you. But you fumbled to pour the contents of the pre popped kennels into the bowl, clearly affected by his words, as he chuckled at you.

"No-I-I've got it-" You offered an answer back, pushing beyond your flustered body while feeling him watch you in amusement.

"Shit...He REALLY needs to do right by you-" Your eyes rose to him in a glare.

"He is!" You spoke in annoyance, mostly originating from his effect on you.

"No, sweetheart...because if he was REALLY taking care of you..." He moved back towards you, eyes sharpening, smirk widening, and breath temporarily stilled before speaking. "Then you wouldn't be so damn tense. He'd have you so damn satisfied, you'd feel high..."

"I'm-" Before you could iterate how Topper was everything Rafe wasn't, the reasons waiting on a list at the tip of your tongue, his hand was on your hip.

"Please." Your plea was weak, defining the detail behind it to act as consent as you did precious little to convince him otherwise.

"One finger-" The rush of his bare finger to your equally naked pussy sent your expression to lift in disbelief. Not only had Topper never touched you, nobody had-at least not like Rafe was now.

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803 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

The Dare

TW: Masturbation, smut, language, angst.

SUMMARY: A dare during a sleepover leads you to learn just how badly Rafe wants you…

WORD COUNT:

The Dare

“You can’t be serious…” The words left your lips behind a heavy scoff that led Sarah and Kiara’s eyes to connect in silent confirmation before looking back to you with shared agreement.

“It’s only fair with the picture you made me send to Topper-” Sarah explained.

“AND the text you had me send to John B-” Kiara added, “I’m just glad he didn’t answer…” She muttered, half relieved and half disappointed.

“This is different! You’re dating Top! And Kie and John B just have to get a bit of a push-Technically I did you favors-” You tried to convince your supposed friends to alter their minds, but found the expressions of pride and amusement spread across their faces to inform you that this would be futile.

“Consider this karma…” Kie lifted her drink as if to cheers to her own words before finishing the contents of her makeshift cocktail, courtesy of stolen liquor from Tannyhill’s kitchen under the allowance of a lack of parental supervision.

“Besides…I remember a time when you LIKED Rafe-” Kie’s eyes flashed in surprise as this was a detail she couldn’t have possibly have known as her and Sarah had only been friends for a few months but appeared as close as sisters, a friendship recently sweetened by the reconnection you made with the middle Cameron after drifting apart following Junior year.

“I did not!” You lied, your cheeks betraying your attempts to convince them otherwise. In truth, Rafe Cameron always had your thighs pressing together with the way his voice said your name and his full lips pulled to a grin when he noticed your eyes making note of him.

“It’s only fair…” Kie teased as you now shot up to your feet in objection.

“I don’t want to play anymore-”

“Oh come on…” Sarah whined, “You don’t get to get out of it so easily…Not after we followed through on OUR dares…”

“Then I change mine to truth-” You spoke quickly, not caring to hide the pout from your lips.

“Didn’t realize we were playing with Wheezie-” Sarah taunted in reference to a version of ‘truth or dare’ with her sister where the latter was excluded.

“If you don’t do this, I am ABSOLUTELY telling Rafe that you used to have a thing for him.” Kie interjected as you scowled at her.

“Is it REALLY worth him holding that over your head over just stealing his phone?” Sarah added, the peer pressure making you anxious.

“Why do you even want it? I mean…what if he’s using it or something…” You continued to try and convince them of an alternative torment, but they were too convinced of their aforementioned decision.

“The fact he hasn’t been down her ‘perving’ on you or Kie in the last hour tells me he’s definitely asleep. And I have my own reasons for wanting it…so…” Sarah and Kie stared at you with growing excitement to see you squirm behind a series of grunts and groans.

“Five minutes and an impromptu 007 mission or a lifetime of Rafe knowing you used to have a thing for him…Every time you come over having to hear him tell Topper and Kelce how you missed your chance with him…Every dinner him finding an excuse to remind you-” Your mind darted at the thought of him teasing you with this, a detail you couldn’t fathom having to live through as you could barely handle the touchless banter you shared now.

“Okay!” But this is blackmail-'' You glared before reluctantly crossing into the corridor responsible for holding the ascension of the staircase leading to the bedrooms. The second your hand wrapped around the railing, you considered returning to them to say you couldn’t find it or he was awake. But an even larger portion of you was desperate to have an excuse to be close to him. He made this a necessity by the way he greeted you with his usual teasing and his eyes kept on you until he climbed those very stairs a few hours prior. It was maddening-but also enough to commit to this action.

By the time you reached the top of the steps, having turned back when hearing Kie and Sarah chuckle at your expense, you were now a mess of tremors and anxiety. It would only take approximately ten steps before you’d reach his door and you were horrified on how you would go about it.

What if he wasn’t asleep? What would you say that would make your presence believable at two in the morning?

“Three minutes-” Sarah called as if to remind you of your mission as you turned back to shush her, ultimately deciding that the lesser of two evils would have to work as being appealing enough to convince you forward. Pressing your ear to his door, you weren’t able to hear anything close to a conscious Rafe, who was usually in motion one way or another. Validated enough for your entry, you twisted the knob slowly before finding a dark room set before you, relief relaxing your nerves for a time as you realized he had been asleep.

You were thankful for the darkness for many reasons, but mostly for it making it impossible to appreciate his figure which had beckoned you since he had begun to take care of himself in the last few years. But the thought of this gratefulness left you to think of the muscles in question; specifically how they would collect you in passion and pull you around as he saw fit. But with this existing only as a fantasy, you were able to return your focus rather quickly to your task.

A deep groan stilled you as the springs from the bed gave away the adjustment as you lowered behind the rival side of the bed as you began to conjure a thousand varied explanations from throwing Sarah under the bus or claiming you simply walked into the wrong room. But before you could begin either or, you heard it again. Only this time, it was spoken in the accompaniment of a deep breath.

“Fuck…” He groaned, your eyes widening as you deduced quickly that he certainly wasn’t asleep. Instead, he had been portraying the most decadent moans, keeping your gaze locked onto him as you were able to make out the motions of self pleasure embedded in the darkness before you.

“Walking around in those shorts…thinkin’ you can get away with that shit…” He moaned, the sound of self pleasure breaking the silence of your deafening heartbeat as you kept yourself concealed at the side of the bed, remaining magnetized to the way his body moved to his ecstasy, you were further rooted by his words.

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911 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

No Nut November

TW: Masturbation references. Smut. Semi-public sex. Language.

SUMMARY: Partaking in ‘No Nut November’ would prove difficult when you become a bit too needy for him to stay true to his ambition.

WORD COUNT: 1500

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Reader x one of the obx guys and him and his friends (so either the other kooks or other pogues) are challenging each other who can go the longest for no nut November and it’s been a few days and you’re being needy so you do everything to tease him until he finally gives in and fucks you

*I WANTED TO CHANGE THIS A BIT TO MAKE IT A BIT MORE INTERESTING…

No Nut November

The odds were stacked against him from the second he agreed to this display of self control; one thing he already wasn’t known for possessing. But by the two week mark, having lasted longer than anyone thought he would, JJ was busting at the proverbial and literal seam of his pants as you only made this worse. Purposely wearing only his shirts and tracing him such ways that if you’d only move slightly north, he’d certainly stain his shorts after denying himself that release for so long. But if there was one thing JJ Maybank was above all else, it was stubborn. Especially when money was on the line. And this was the deal he made with the other pogues. Two hundred dollars for who could last. But you had an ambition all your own.

“JJ?” You asked as he relaxed in the hammock, trying to think of anything but how his cock throbbed at even just the sound of your voice. He was desperate, but too stubborn to let anyone else have that two hundred dollars.

“I’m bored…”

“I think Sarah and Kie are-”

“I want to play with you…” You watched his jaw clench and his chest rise in a deep breath.

“Sweetheart-”

“Please J…I miss you…” He sat on the edge of the hammock, tapping his knee as you knew the invitation well as it was all you had for the last two weeks. But no matter how skilled he was with his fingers or his tongue, you wanted HIM. Because there was nothing like the sensation of his fullness-the closeness. And for that, you were willing to risk appearing desperate or even feral.

“I want YOU, JJ…”

“Baby, I can’t-” For this, you dropped to your knees, running your hands up his thighs and to his belt as he contracted against you.

“Is THIS worth more than two hundred dollars? Shit, J, I’ll pay you myself, just fuck me!”

“Ahem!” John B cleared his voice at your back as you turned to find Pope and Kiara smirking at your desperation.

“You’re so screwed, J…” Kie commented as he was able to distance himself from you long enough to ignore the temptation you forced on him.

A few hours later, you were all set around the inner heart of The Chateau. Some conversation of a recent movie spoken between Kiara and John B with passionate standpoints on either end as you could only focus on the fringe of the blanket at the ends of your fingers, unable to meet anyone’s gaze as you were too embarrassed. All because of a stupid deal that made you completely unhinged. And in the attempts he made to warrant a response from you, you would only ignore him, until he tried to pull your legs over him, to which, you’d just pull yourself into his room, slamming the door closed without a care of how this could embarrass him or yourself.

He waited only a short while before following behind you, finding you in one of his shirts yet again, only now, without a care to use it as a means of seduction. But the second that you would find him wrapping his arms around you, no matter how tempting his embrace had been, you pulled away from him. Or at least tried to before feeling him pull his grip to between your thighs. As you tried to fight him, but found the expert circles and perfect pressure to draw you into more of an agreeable state than what you would have preferred.

“JJ-”

He silenced you by a hand around your mouth, “You’re gonna want to keep this there…I’m not stopping until you know how sorry I am…And I know how much of a screamer my girl is,especially when I make her squirt…” You groaned into his palm as he was quick to take you to that precipice of that orgasm, only to edge you.

“JJ, Please…”

“I know what you need…And I know exactly how to give it to you…but you need to give it to me when I’m ready…”

“Please, J…Nobody has to know…Just the tip…Just let me see it-fuck…please…”

“You really love it that much?” He smirked against your ear as his hand had lowered so you could talk.

“I need it, J…Please…” You began to rock your ass against him, rubbing and circling him, before his hands stationed at your waist.

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