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Unwanted Soul _ Part 3 = Requested

[Yandere!Alastor x Owner of his Soul!Reader]

The Request

Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 2.5 (ask) — Part 3 (here) — Part 4 — Part 5

At first you allowed it because you understood Alastor was worried about you, as absurd as it was. Now it was plain annoying. Him requesting, no, that’s not the right word, forcing himself to be in the same bed as you. At first there was the excuse of you recovering and him not wanting you to roll over on you stomach to apply pressure to the wound. Then it was him not used to his new room. Now? He just flops onto the bed and hugs you no matter what you’re doing

“Do I look like a pillow to you???? Or a soft toy??????” “Darling, you are the best cloud ever.”

He doesn’t even mind you slapping the back of his head and snuggles closer to you. You gave up trying to escape his hold and continue with your reading or watching

It went as bad as to you needing a bigger bed since Alastor was always here with you. Alastor got you covered and gave you the best bed you could ever think of. You really just treated Alastor like one of your giant soft toys and slept, you’ll admit, listening to his heartbeat was more lulling than any other sounds. Your warmth and presence had the same effect to him

Oh, right. Alastor filled you in that you were in the hotel and you were occupying a room Alastor took for himself near his bedroom and radio tower. He connected your room with his, evident with the difference in style

You never seen his old room, but he did say he had half of the room as a bayou where he ate his meals. Yeah, he didn’t do that with you, never has he eaten a whole raw meat in front of you. This time though, it was just two different room styles on either way while the wall separating the two was gone. There was an extra door that replaced the window as a dimension to his feeding ground, you just never enter it

It happened out of the blue. When the room door opened and you thinking it was Alastor greeted him without looking. You noticed the lack of static or the obnoxiously loud announcement of his arrival, that’s when you looked up to see who you believe to be Husk from Alastor’s stories and reports

Before Husk knew what hit him, his neon green chains appeared and dragged him into the large room, the door closing and locking behind him. Husk landing on the ground looked up to see Alastor looming over him

You had to wack your memory to recall their relationship. Right, Husk was a former overlord of gambling and he lost his soul to Alastor in a bet to regain power. Poor choice of decision really. Why would you make deals with other Overlords that would want to knock you down? You looked away, thinking that it was none of your business how Alastor treated his souls, as long as he wasn’t like that to you

But your voice snapped Alastor out of whatever he was planning to the former Overlord, “Alastor, I’m craving some steak for tonight. Can you go to Rosie’s and get some nice ones?”

Of course Alastor knew you were giving Husk a save. Yet he can’t deny your request to have his cooking again. (you were binge eating snacks and cup noodles after your wound healed and didn’t want to eat his cooking) So he left into his shadows

Turning back to your laptop, you typed away for another new episode while Husk composed himself. You heard that sigh of relief, you knew Alastor was a cruel demon. You knew because he’d paint the streets red and black whenever sinners and demons alike would glance at you the wrong way, even worse when they said the wrong or vile things to you

“I’m curious, does anyone know I’m here?” “I know now.” “Mhm… You best leave before Alastor’s back and please don’t say anything. Else I’m positive you’d be wishing otherwise.” “Why are you here?” “I wonder too. Because of Alastor?”

You shouldn’t have phased it that way because Husk thought you were an innocent soul that Alastor took as well. That can’t be farther from the truth, but you let him believe as he please. Neither you nor Alastor wanted to disclose your hold over Alastor’s soul to anyone apart from the two of you. Perhaps you could play it like Alastor has your soul, that would make more sense. Maybe

Over dinner, you told Alastor that you’ll be making your appearance as his assistant in the hotel. That way it was reasonable to take the room next to his (that you are currently in) and you’d be always seen around Alastor (more like Alastor could always be near you). Alastor agreed without a second thought

He did added a little detail to your plan. That you two were romantically involved with each other. You shot that idea down immediately. Changing the subject, you told him how Husk thought you were the one that Alastor took the soul of. That gave him a good laugh and you a chuckle. Both of you calmed down, you with your small smirk and Alastor with his wide grin as you two met eye contact, thinking the same: That was such a ridiculous assumption

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet My Dearest Darling.” Alastor’s hand patted your shoulder “Nice to meet you all, Alastor’s told me all about you guys.” You had bowed your head a bit with a smile, appearing as humble as you could. The introductions went without hiccup, was what you would wish for “Pager! My good fellow!” Lucifer came over and wrapped you in a tight hug. “How have you been!?” You missed how Alastor was glaring daggers at Lucifer and the King of Hell was grinning like crazy. “Sire, just fine. Thank you for asking?”

Now it was everyone else’s turn to be shocked and confused. Questions came at you left and right. You didn’t even need to answer because Lucifer had told them you used to work for him. Your room would have been assigned next to Lucifer’s if not for Alastor’s intervention that you were to be ‘put to work’ under him

Well, now that there was something of an intermission for the hotel to bounce back to its former glory (if it had any), things were pretty chill around the hotel. Everyone did their things like usual. Though it was odd that things were unchanged, since you were supposed to be a new staff member. Yet they hardly saw you, nor did Alastor tell you to work on anything

All they knew was you were always in your room, doing whatever behind closed doors. Charlie and Vaggie had asked about you, from Alastor since you were barely out when they were active and the only other contact was through Alastor who was never bothered that you were slacking

Alastor reassured that you were writing scripts for his broadcast and doing your own research on something else, so you wouldn’t be leaving the room for the majority of the time

Everyone would catch Alastor using the kitchen at the oddest time of the day to cook or bake things, then bring it up to his radio tower to eat. When he was confronted on his odd mealtimes, he informs that it was yours. As for why he was the one making, he said it was because he sent you to work overtime and so he compromised

“The poor darling was feeling peckish so I, as the employer in charge, should do my duty, yes?” “Oh ho! No need to fret over my dear Pager upstairs, merely took a longer nap than usual and needed to delay dinner!” “My doe won’t be joining us for breakfast, still sleeping from all that work, you see. I’ll make some food later on.”

All lies. Each and every one of them. All this time, you were eating up on the internet provided by the hotel and doing what you do best. Laze around and chill. There was no work assigned, no script to be written, and certainly no research underway. You were doing what you would back home, now it was just a change in location. Then there’s Alastor joyfully serving you like always without change

But none was the wiser when any of them hardly knew you. Save for Lucifer. He’d pop into your room without Alastor’s notice and give you new books or comics or shows or whatever you please. All while saying they were gifts to you for all you’ve done for him. He was quickly chased out of the room when Alastor sensed another being with you

Now when it came to your break periods, your room wasn’t enough and you wandered around the hotel to stretch and give yourself a change of scenery

This was when everyone else got to talk to you and not through Alastor

Charlie got you to join in her exercises, wanting some feedback from you. You lazily joined, matching Angel’s attitude to it all. You two shared a knowing glance and smirk from time to time. Vaggie groaned and scolded Angel since he was the one that wants to be redeemed, but then turned to you to be more supportive and put heart into it since you were a staff

Alastor immediately poofed out of nowhere, hands on your shoulders while you had a bored look on your face at Vaggie. At the growing static, you sighed, “Please don’t.”

Charlie, Vaggie, and Angel raised a brow at your words. Vaggie wanting to pull you away from Alastor since from their point of view, Alastor was having a scary face again. Husk watched silently from the bar, wondering if you’d be ‘punished’ later behind closed doors for ordering the Radio Demon

But to everyone’s surprise, Alastor reverted back to normal and hummed, offering you his hand to escort you away from the group, “Shall we take a stroll outside the hotel, darling?”

That day, a whole street was painted red. You and Alastor returned late and just went to your room to rest. No one dared to question. They did wonder what would have happened if you said nothing when Alastor appeared behind you. Perhaps Vaggie was lucky she got off with a glare

You wandering the hotel became obvious to the others that you were ‘resting’ from your heavy workload given by Alastor which was rare, they noticed that there was no routine nor a fixed time you’d appear

They held off attacking Alastor about your workload since everytime they see you you weren’t complaining or drained in any way. So they continued as normal, sometimes asking Alastor if he was giving you enough breaks between work or if you were eating. Alastor kept up with appearances and assured them you were well and dandy. You had a good laugh at their concerns

Yeah, neither of you were going to correct it since there was no need

You’ll admit that Alastor was doing a good job at keeping people away from you, just as you like it. Though it could be because of his possessiveness you can tell. Still, it aligns with your wishes, so you leave it be

Once when you were on break and with Charlie and the others for a broad game day, another activity for bonding and the like. Suddenly left mid-game and went to the kitchen to cook, everyone thought Alastor was preparing for everyone’s lunch so no one questioned it. Soon enough you got up

“What’s wrong?” Charlie asked, everyone turned to you “Hungry.” It was like you were on autopilot when you turned to walk into the kitchen Everyone else shared a glance, thinking it was time for food anyways. “Let’s eat.”

They weren’t prepared to see you leaning against Alastor with your arms crossed over your chest meanwhile Alastor was having no trouble plating whatever dish was cooked. Another point, you were just causally touching Alastor and he didn’t do anything! He didn’t even make a peep and let you stay there while he worked

No one could touch Alastor unless he does it first. No one touches Alastor especially when he’s in the kitchen cooking!

“Have a seat, darling, food’s ready.” Alastor cooed “Mhm~ Looks nice.” You remarked with contentment as you pushed yourself off of Alastor and sat on one of the high chairs on the island Angel noticed how only you had food and no one else, complaining, “Hey, what about us?” Alastor turned over, shamelessly commenting, “Oh, I finished using the kitchen, you can make your own food now. Sorry for taking so long.” The condescension was gone when he turned his attention back to you, “How’s the food, dear?” “Good as always.” You praised, glancing up at him to know he was overjoyed at your words even with the lack of expression. His eyes narrowing while his grin widened was the hint. “Could use some mini cupcakes when we play the board games later.” “Say no more!” Alastor snapped his fingers, making a bunch of ingredients appear. He turned to the crew, “Apologies, but I’ll be using the kitchen since you’re all merely standing at the entrance!”

Yeah. Everyone came to the conclusion that Alastor was extra weird after you came to the hotel. They’d ask Alastor about it but he would dodge the question all together or he’d just shift the attention elsewhere. They’d love to ask you, since you were somewhat more approachable? But you were just rarely around. When you are around, Alastor was not far from you

Note: Yup. Part 3. Amazing right? I blame the ask and you can thank the ask. The writing mood just hit me like a truck, so here's the result

Guys I'm very tempted to change all the stories in ask to a post format so I can keep track of them! Not sure about this yet, but if I do do it, the stories in ask will be replaced with a link instead and the stories will be readable as a post (maybe with a picture of the ask?). Do I reboot all of them or just start with the next new request?

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midastouch-zaza · 20 days

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R foursome with Taeyeon, Irene and Karina? With R finishing on their faces and bodies.

[This is such a simple plot but I had to write it before anything else because the idea was just too good 😵‍💫]

SM was in dire straits, like nobody could tell from the outside, but they were so close to fail. Hybe was no intentioned to help its rival, so it was your moment to shine, buying the majority of shares of their agency and keeping them afloat.

There was just a single request you made before completing the purchase: spend a night with three leader of their amazing girls groups. It was a decade or so since SM accepted this kinda of deal, but it was not look like they had so much choice, so in the end they accepted.

The girls attitude towards this part of their job was kinda different:

Taeyeon was in this world long enough to know that this kinda situation sometimes are inevitable, so she just rolled up her sleeves and was ready to make you live the time of your life;

Irene was kinda hesitant about it, she would have maybe preferred to know you better before these kind of stuff, but in the end she just accepted the compromise and did what was better for her group;

Karina was just too scared to lose the job of her dreams. Her dating scandal had been already a big blow to her career, so she didn't need to think at all before being favorable at blowing you.

That same night you reached the best hotel of the town, where there was the suite reserved for you. When you arrived, the view alone made you cock hard inside your tuxedo trousers. The three leader were waiting for you at the center of the room, on their knees and completely naked.

"Welcome, mr. Owner. It's a pleasure to meet you", Taeyeon, in the middle, said before bowing with respect. "...we hope you can enjoy...this night with us", Irene, on her left, said and bowed in such a stiff way. "Tonight we are yours, please use our slutty body as you wish for your pleasure", Karina, on the right, firmly exclaimed, before executing a deep bow, her forehead brushing against the pavement.

You walked right in front of them and they just waited for your command. "I guess it's only fair to begin from the veteran, am I right?", you said with your bulge standing few centimeters from Tae face. "You're always right, mr. Owner.", she agreed, nodding slightly.

Her hands quickly pulled down your pants, keeping her gaze fixed on your eyes. She never interrupted that connection even when she started to kiss your hard shaft. From kissing she switched to licking and then to sucking.

"You have such fantastic cock, mister", she praised you, while her vocalist mouth was doing her magic. You could say your dick was being treated right now, years of singing were really showing while sucking the soul out of your cock.

You really had an hard time standing straight while that gorgeous woman had your cock so deep that she could easily caress your balls with her warm tongue. In the end you could not help but shooting your seed down her throat. "Delicious, as expected by mr. Owner", she peacefully commented, gulping down the rest.

You then moved in front of Irene. She was still skeptical about all of that, you could tell. "I'm curious to know what the most beautiful idol of third generation is able to do", you teased her. "...I'll do my best, sir", she sighed, looking down.

On the contrary of Taeyeon, she never looked in your eyes. She was clearly trying her best to finish as quick as she can, sucking with so much power that you didn't expect from such a tiny woman. However you were not going to cum that easily.

She must had have experience because she knew exactly what to do to making you reach your climax faster. She moved her tongue, going to tease under your peel skin while her slim fingers while fondling your balls.

Those were unexpected moves to handle, so your second blow arrived soon than you expected. She was elegant even while drinking out your milk and popping out your cock clean. At the end she didn't say anything nor looked at you, just nodded quickly.

It was finally the turn of Karina. You moved in front of her, expecting her to be the less skilled of the three, being the youngest one. "I heard the fourth gen is a different breed. Is it true?", you questioned, looking at her, or better, at her big boobs.

"Yes, sir, it's true. Let me demonstrate that", she replied with fire in the eyes. And, holy shit, she was aggressive. She was not sucking your cock, no, she was choking herself on your shaft. She was making such mess, spilling saliva everywhere.

"Holy shit, you're insane", you moaned, feeling her throat clenching around your member. She was glued to your crotch and she didn't seem intentioned to let you until you give your cum her too. And even with all the will in the world, there was no way you could resist to that.

Finally she let you, her mouth still open, making strings of cum hang from her lips, till settling between her boobs. Her make-up was completely ruined and smudged. Seeing her being so slutty, really made you snap.

You grabbed her wrist and you dragged her until the king size bed in front of you. "You two, help me to get undressed", you ordered, and they ran to strip you, noticing the change of your tone. In few seconds you were as naked as them.

Karina was waiting for her fate on the bed. "Did I make a mistake? Was I bad?", she asked, confused by your change of attitude. "No, on the contrary, you were so good that you won the opportunity to be fucked in the pussy first", you said with a grin, positioning yourself between her thicc legs.

"Oh...then feel free to ruin me, sir", she said with a warm smile, feeling happy about your praises. And you were instead happy to accept her suggestion, inserting with ease your cock, lubed by her saliva, inside her warm pussy.

"Oh my God!", she exclaimed, feeling your shaft ravaging her pussy with so much power, the same power she used to deepthroat you. You were basically punching her womb with your thrusts, making her scream in pleasure.

"He surely knows how to treat a lady, doesn't he?", you could Taeyeon murmur behind you. "Yeah, I guess so...", Irene murmured back, biting her lips, almost ashamed to find that wrong scene so hot, her pussy was already getting wet.

In the meanwhile you were still "rewarding" Karina, giving her the fuck of her life. Obviously you couldn't miss the chance to grope and suck on her boobs, drowning your face in her soft chest, while your hips down there were keeping to do their job.

Eventually you felt your climax arriving, it was predictable going at that speed without a single breather. With a last, deep and powerful thrust, you dumped an huge load of seed inside Karina tummy, leaving her there at absorbing her own orgasm.

You were starting to feel a bit tired, you surely needed to slow down and you knew the perfect person to help you in that. "Come here, Irene", you kindly said, after laying in bed. The woman nodded once again and crawled till sitting on your lap.

"I know you like to have the control of the situation, so ride me", you simply told her, caressing her thigh. "Okay, sir", she nodded, once again not looking at you. The situation was starting to bother you but you let her do for the moment.

She aligned her pussy over your cock and slowly sitted on it, taking short pauses to adapt to your girth. Once she was done, her hips started rolling, doing a great job in riding you, but something was missing.

"Irene...look at me", you said in a firm tone. "Sir...I don't...", she tried to protest, but you picked her chin between her fingers and made her look at you. "Look. At. Me.", it was an order, there was no way out from that.

She finally looked at you and...she just melted. She started moaning, finally there was passion in her movements. She was enjoying riding your dick. "Ahhh...this cock...is amazing, mr. Owner. Breed me too", she begged, bouncing with so much rush on you.

You put your hands on her sides, pressing her ass down at every jump, going your cock go so deep inside her that it was basically kissing her cervix, before flooding it with your cum, making her show the most naughty face you could have thought about.

Two down, one to go. "The first to start, the last to end", Taeyeon purred in your ear, appearing out of nowhere. She has enjoyed watching you while you broke her juniores, but now it was her turn for a good fuck.

"Don't worry, I have something special in mind for you", you smirked, caressing her booty and giving it a good squeeze. "Oh...I guess I can't say no to you, sir", she smirked back, licking your lips before, bending forward and spreading her cheeks for you.

"Come, mr. Owner. Come to reclaim this ass", she motivates you with such a seducing tone. In front of that scene, you could only get on your knees and slamming your tired cock inside her asshole. "Fucking hell...so good", she moaned, gripping the footboard of the bed.

Your hands on her hips pulled her against your crotch, making her move erection back and forth inside her back entrance. She could only moan and cry in pleasure for how good you were stretching her.

Nobody really fucked her ass better than you in her long career, she was having an hard time controlling her own body. "Shit, sir, fill my hole, I need more than oxygen right now", she begged, her knucles white closed in a fist.

After such a long night of action you had barely the energy to move, but you had no intention to let her down. So you just gritted her down, gaining speed, dicking her down, until she was laying down on the mattress and you were penetrating non-stop her ass...and like that you finally reached the sixth orgasm of your night.

You needed to recover to not faint, so you went in the luxurious bathroom and had a cold shower. You needed that, your body needed that. Wearing the hotel bathrobe, you returned in the bedroom; there the three Idols were waiting for you on bed.

"Come here, Oppa", Karina called you with a proud smile. "Yes, Oppa, join us in bed", Irene said, now she couldn't stop to look at you. "Come on, Oppa, don't make us wait", Taeyeon offered you a tired yet satisfied smile, her ass still leaking your cum.

They were all laying down, her feet and legs moving lazily in the air. You could not help but having a last hard-on, sitting in front of them. "Let us help you, Oppa", Taeyeon spoke for all of them.

Their tongue moved faster than your brain, your cock receiving a triple attack. It was incredible: Irene was sucking you tip, Taeyeon licking your base and the Karina playing with your balls. Eventually they all switched more than one time.

It was for sure the fastest yet best orgasm of the night, covering their gorgeous faces and magnificent boobs with your seed. You knew your new life at SM was going to be hella good, especially with those three on your side...and bed.

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lambtotheslaughterr · 12 days

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One Way Or Another

A Rafe Cameron Oneshot

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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Summary: Reader's life couldn't be any better. She's working her dream job, living with her best friend, & may have met the one... but none of those things matter when her bestfriend/roommate begins seeing a volatile man from reader's past...

It was Coyote Ugly night at your work, & you made sure to request the night off weeks in advance. There would be nothing to stop you from singing your heart out to the soundtrack of the movie as it played in the bar or dancing on the bar with your friends, not even having your coworkers & boss witnessing it all unfold. Ever since you were a little girl, you wanted to be a bartender all because of the film. It inspired your fashion choices, your music tastes, & most importantly, your attitude.

As soon as you turned 21, you applied to every single bar in your area. And before that, you practiced your cocktail making, just enough to at least get hired. You knew without experience, it was difficult to land a job as a bartender. If you had to accept a position working at a hotel bar or fine dining bar, you’d take it, anything to get the experience, but your long-term goal was to find a bar with the same energy & vibes as your favorite movie. Your wish came true a year later.

The Garage was just that. It was inside an old auto-shop with three large garage doors. During summer nights, those doors would be raised & they led out into the enclosed patio area where a stage had been built for nights when live music would be happening. The owner, as much as you wanted it to be a tough-as-nails woman like Lil in Coyote, was an older man in his 50’s named Rosie. Yes, Rosie. His full name Roosevelt but he had been going by Rosie since he entered the bar business. It was your first favorite thing about him.

Rosie ran a tight-knit crew at The Garage. He was a no-bullshit haver but knew how to have a good time. It was him who trained you behind the bar, switching you up from making prissy, fancy shit & teaching you how to make a real drink, as he said. You loved him. And you loved your family there. Everyone accepted you & welcomed you with open arms & cold beer. It was all you could have ever dreamed for. And now, you were going to live out your ultimate fantasy.

It thankfully didn’t take a whole lot of convincing on your part to get Rosie to agree to a Coyote Ugly night. You advocated for how it would bring in a good crowd, good money, & good times. Moreover, you promised to do all the leg work. You would take it upon yourself to work alongside the social media handler, Rosie’s daughter Angie who worked in the office alongside her father, to get word out & generate interest. A week before the event was supposed to happen, you had a guaranteed 100+ people wanting to attend. There was no RSVP, but just an event page on Facebook, & your work had paid off. The night was happening, & you would be at the center of it all.

At your apartment that night, you got ready for the night. You admired your look in the mirror, scenes from the bar film playing through your mind. You smiled proudly at yourself. You look damn good.

But your night would only be complete if you convinced your best friend, & roommate, to come with. As far as that morning, she was still on the fence. But the time was now. She was either coming or not, & if you had anything to say about it, she would be forced along.

Leaving your room, you skipped down the hallway before turning a corner & entering the living room. Jules’ room was just off the living room, kitty corner from your room on the other side of the apartment. You were grateful for the distance, but only because you both were sexually active women & didn’t need to hear each other get your kicks in.

Jules’ door was open & you swung around the frame, poking your head in.

“Tell me you’re coming!” You hollered, noticing the door to her en suite bathroom was open & the light on, but she was out of sight.

“Uhhh.” Jules laughed awkwardly, “No?”

No? N O ?Well. You wouldn’t be having that.

Entering her room, you marched up to her bathroom entryway, prepared to bribe her into coming, but before you could get a word out, you felt your jaw drop onto the floor.

Jules stood in the center of her bathroom, posing with her hand on her hips & hiding her coy smile behind a lifted shoulder.

“Wow.” You grinned, impressed, “You look fucking hot.”

She was wearing a torn cropped lack crop top, the sleeves & hem shredded, & a mini, mini black leather skirt. To bring the whole look together, she wore a pair of black cowgirl boots & a black cowgirl hat. You giggled at the bolo tie around her neck.

“Do I look like someone not to be fucked with?”

“Hundred percent.”

Jules scrunched her nose cutely, turning to look at herself in the mirror, “Good.”

You joined her in the mirror, double checking your own look. You definitely didn’t look as man-eater as she did but you were still happy with what you wore. The two of you would undoubtedly be some of the hottest women there tonight.

“Ready?” You questioned as you applied some of her lipstick to your mouth.

Jules winked at herself in the mirror, “As I’ll ever be.”

The night was in full swing as you danced among people. Dirrty by Christina Aguilera vibrated the room as you swung your hips & ran your hands along the length of your torso. Never before have you felt more like yourself than you did in that moment. Everywhere you looked there was women in backless tops, leather pants or denim skirts, a plethora of country rock fashion choices, & plenty of good-looking men. The only thing that would make this night better was bringing a stranger home for the night.

Sweat coated your skin as you moved off the dance floor between songs. You had curated the playlist for the night. There was over 150 songs on the queue, all of which were either from the soundtrack or had a similar, fitting feel for the night. You knew that any moment Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard would come on & you were determined to drag Jules onto the bartop with you.

Sliding between the sea of people, you eventually spotted Jules standing at a tall table near the patio entrance. She was facing you but hadn’t noticed you yet as she spoke flirtatiously with the man standing across from her. He had his back to you & was leaning over the table to hear what your roommate was saying. Jules laughed, smacking him gently on his arm. You knew that you wouldn’t be the only one bringing a man home tonight.

As apologetic as you were to break up their conversation though, you had a goal in mind, & no potential suitor for your roommate was going to stop you.

“Jules!” You greeted happily as you jumped towards her, “It’s almost time.”

“Oh, hey, _____.” Jules smiled at you, “_____, this is Rafe.”

But before she had even said his name, you were already looking him over & felt your world slow down at the familiar face standing before you.

It had been a couple years since you last saw Rafe Cameron. You two were in the same grade in high school & attended a lot of the same parties, but you two never spoke to one another. He had a reputation in the halls as a cokehead & was known to snap at a moment’s notice & get into a brawl over the smallest of things. Definitely wasn’t the kind of person you wanted to hangout with. But you had to admit he knew how to throw good parties.

“Rafe, this is my roommate _____.”

Rafe smirked at you before offering his hand, “Nice to meet you.”

You took his hand, ignoring the static shock you received when touching your palms together, “Likewise.”

Jules was about to say more but the opening instrumentals to your most-anticipated song of the night began playing over the speakers.

“Sorry, Rafe. I gotta steal her for a couple minutes.” Before Jules could resist, you began dragging her towards the bar.

“Hey! I was talking to him!”

“Talk to him later, this is way more important.”

Jules then realized what was happening & started shaking her head knowingly, “You’re lucky I fucking adore you.”

“The luckiest.” You smiled back.

The two of you were quick to climb onto the bar where a few other women were already dancing to Pour Some Sugar On Me. Jules & you were naturals at dancing, having many dance nights in your living room. You danced sensually to the song as it blared over the speakers. Your cheeks hurt from smiling as hard as you were, enjoying the ooh’s & awe’s of men & women alike as they cheered all the women on. You spotted a few of your coworkers behind the bar filming you on their phones. You’d be sure to get those videos sent to you before the night was out.

Jules slowly fell to her knees to whip her hair around her as she bumped & grinded the air to the music. You reached behind the bar to grab a pitcher of water & did the honors of pouring water on her as the first chorus blasted. Jules’ dancing & your pouring elicited an eruption of cheers. When the first chorus was over, Jules returned to her feet & the two of you danced seductively against one another. All eyes were on the two of you as you stole the show. Your lifelong dream of being a Coyote was coming true before your own eyes.

The song continued & by the time the final chorus came it was your turn to have everyone cheer for you. Jules’ was handed another pitcher of water & as the famous Pour Some Sugar On Me chorus began, you modeled yourself atop the bar. Your butt was down & your legs extended out the length of the bar. You were facing up, your arms holding you up behind your back, your legs bent at the knees. Then as the titular moment of the song happened, Jules poured the ice cold water over you.

A wave of cheers & enthusiasm erupted throughout the bar. When Jules finished pouring the water, you repositioned yourself to crawl along the length of the bar, catching eyes & stealing hearts. You spotted one man sitting at the bar, his eyes never leaving your own. He was cute, more than cute, he was Kevin O’Donnell cute. Your Coyote Ugly dreams were demanding you to end your performance in his lap.

The man grinned to himself as you swung your legs around to dangle off the bar on either side of him. He leaned back in his seat to stare up at you, a closed smirk across his handsome features. As the song closed, you slid off the bar & into his lap. With no introductions needed, you tangled your fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck & brought his mouth to yours, sealing the night with a kiss from a perfect stranger.

His name was Jack. He was new to town. You were happy to be his welcoming committee.

“What you did up there was…” He laughed, raising his brows in knowing.

“I know.” You giggled, nursing your drink.

After your kiss, Jack insisted on buying you a drink & you couldn’t say no. Jules’ hugged you once before returning to her object of desire. You were too distracted by your own man to question her own.

“So, you work here?” Jack asked, looking around the place.

You nodded proudly, taking in the environment, “It’s my second home.”

“I like the energy. Seems fun.”

“It is.” You confirmed, “Couldn’t have asked for a better place to work.”

The two of you talked for a bit longer before you were interrupted. Jules slid in beside you at the table you & Jack were sat at, & her man for the night, the reputable bad boy from your high school, took the spot opposite her. You didn’t miss how his eyes lingered on your face for some time. You frowned internally but ultimately ignored it as you turned to your best friend.

“Are you drunk?” You asked incredulously. It took a lot to get Jules drunk, she was a prime time heavy weight, & she was fine when you saw her only ten minutes ago.

Jules pressed her lips together, smiling knowingly up at you, “Maybe.”

“What the hell did you drink?” You chuckled as she rested her head on your shoulders.

“We took a couple shots at the bar.” Rafe added to the conversation. You flashed your eyes towards him, taking in his appearance.

“You look fine.” You pointed out, yet your heavy weight best friend was growing more drunk by the second.

“I just hide it better.” Rafe smirked. His face was flushed. And after working in the bar industry for the last two years, you did know men’s bodies handled liquor better than women’s. So, you let it go.

“Do you wanna head home?” You shook Jules.

She shrugged but her eyes were fluttering closed.

You felt disappointed but didn’t show it. The night was still young, you had yet to even partake in the karaoke aspect of the night, but Jules wasn’t going to last much longer, chugging water be damned.

“Jack,” you glanced across to him, “I’m sorry, I’m gonna have to get her home.”

“I understand.” He nodded, pulling out his phone, “Let me at least get your number. Maybe you can give me a tour of town.”

You smiled at that, sharing your number to him out loud. Once he entered it into his phone, you told him you looked forward to his call & began to get out of your seat. But as you did, your world began to spin.

“Whoa.” You mumbled, catching yourself on the table. You must’ve had more to drink than you thought.

“You alright?” Jack asked, rising to his full height to help stabilize you.

You nodded but you weren’t, “I’m a lightweight. Guess I drank more than I thought I had.”

Jack grabbed your jacket, “Do I need to order you a Lyft?”

You shook the offer away. But you couldn’t drive. Jules didn’t have a car so it was you who got the two of you there tonight. You glanced over your shoulder at the bar, wondering if maybe you could convince one of your coworkers to give you a ride but they were still slammed. The bar wouldn’t die down for a couple more hours.

“I’m sorry, Jack. Would it be shitty of me to ask you to drive my drunk ass & my roommate’s drunk ass home?”

Jack chuckled at that but ultimately shook his head no, “I don’t have a car. Don’t really need one here, ya know.”

You nodded at that. It was true.

“Fuck.” You moaned. Your head was growing dizzier by the second.

Most times you would bite the bullet & cough up the money to pay for an expensive Lyft, but with rent due in two days, you didn’t have the funds. And you didn’t work tonight so no tips would help.

“I can drive you.” A voice sounded from the other end of the table. Both you & Jack looked towards Rafe as he pulled out his keys.

“I thought you had a lot to drink, too?” Jack questioned. You were relieved he wasn’t too trusting of Rafe immediately either.

“Not really.” Rafe returned, his eyes on you though, “You want the ride or not? She looks like she’s gonna be sick any minute.”

At that statement, you bent over to look at Jules. He was right. Her skin was looking ashen & she was frowning in her sleep. The last you wanted to worry about was her puking before you got her to her bed with a bowl on the floor.

“Okay.” You nodded, accepting your jacket from Jack’s hands. “Thanks.”

Jack helped you gather the rest of yours & Jules’ things. He attempted to help you carry her outside but your legs were beginning to grow weaker, your strength quickly dissipating.

“I got it.” Jack reassured you as he lifted Jules into his arms cradle style.

“Hey, uh.” Jack looked towards Rafe.

“Rafe.” He shared his name. Jack nodded then gestured to where you stood leaning against the wall, “Wanna help her?”

You raised your head at that. Rafe approached you, offering his hand.

“I got it.” You faked, forcing yourself to stand up. Rafe made an unimpressed face but you ignored it. Just outside the door to the parking lot though you felt your knees buckle. Before you could hit the ground, you felt a strong & firm arm catch you around the waist.

“Just lean on me. My truck’s right there.”

As much as you didn’t want Rafe’s help, still unsure why you were feeling hostile towards him, you knew you needed to. Accepting his help, you leaned into his side as he kept you on your feet. A truck a few feet away beeped & the headlights flashed. Jack was ahead the two of you, waiting for Rafe to help him get Jules’ into the back seat.

Rafe first brought you to the passenger side, helping you up into the cab. Your movements were slow & languid, like you were already half asleep. You shook your head, trying to clear your mind enough to fasten your belt, but before you could, Rafe reached across your front to secure the protective strap.

“Thanks.” You mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

“No problem.” He shut your door gently before joining Jack on the other side. You vaguely listened as the two men got Jules into the backseat before the door shut.

By the time they finished, Rafe was quick to hop into the driver’s seat. You were holding your head in your hands, trying to keep your vision from swimming. Fuck, you really needed to keep better track of your drinking, but you were just having too much fun.

The door to your side opened & Jack was there, “You gonna be okay?”

You hummed in response, not trusting yourself to speak, worried that your speech would be slurred.

“Okay. Text me when you make it home safely. I’ll text you right now.”

All you could manage was to give him a thumbs up.

“Alright.” Jack nodded then he looked towards Rafe, “Make sure they get home safe, man.”

“Yup.” The engine roared to life as he pressed a button on the dashboard.

“I’ll see you later, _____.”

You wanted to return the parting but Jack closed the door. The truck jostled beneath you as Rafe drove through the gravel lot.

“What’s your address?” Rafe asked.

Pulling out your phone, you languidly types in your address into the maps app. You hit ‘start’ & handed your phone to Rafe.

The ride was mostly silent until the final couple minutes of it.

“I remember you, ya know.” Rafe commented. You forced your eyes open at that. It wasn’t that you thought he would remember you or not, but you didn’t want to have one of those walk-down-memory-lane conversations with someone you knew was problematic in high school. Times changed everyone, you supposed. You weren’t always the confident & extroverted woman you were today. Perhaps Rafe had changed, too.

“Yeah?” You responded. Thankfully, you didn’t sound as drunk as you felt.

“Yeah, you dated that Junior kid for a while.”

“Mm.” You had forgotten about Junior. You weren’t one of those people that considered high school boyfriends as real relationships. After all, the two of you only dated for two months your senior year.

“What I remember most is your guys’ dramatic breakup at Phil’s prom after-party.”

You frowned at that. That whole night was a messy blur in your memory. You remembered prom fine but the after-party was another story. You had always been a lightweight, but as you thought on it, you vaguely remembered catching Junior dancing with another girl that night.

The memory resulted in a light chuckle from you, “Oh, yeah. Well…he was an asshole.”

Rafe shared in your chuckle, nodding in agreement, “Yeah, he was.”

“So, Jack, huh?”

His sudden change in conversation made you finally look at him in the dark. The streetlights you passed under were doing little to light his face.

“Jack?”

“Think he’ll be any better than Junior?” Rafe questioned.

What did that even matter?

Searching for the right words through your addled brain proved difficult, but you eventually found them, “I don’t know… not like I’m going to date him seriously.”

“No?” Rafe flicked his eyes to yours, “Why not?”

Okay, you were not going to have this conversation with Rafe of all people.

Ignoring his question, you were relieved when Rafe pulled into the parking lot of your apartment complex. But the night wasn’t quite over. You knew you wouldn’t be able to get Jules upstairs & into your apartment on your own.

But as if he was reading your mind, Rafe switched the truck off & unbuckled his belt. He hopped out & you watched through the windshield as he rounded to your side. When he opened the door, you moved to get out but was stopped by the belt you still wore. Oh, right.

Rafe beat you to it though, reaching around your front for a second time to release the buckle. You felt a chill riddle up your spine when his thumb grazed against your front, just above the top of your shorts. Rafe then placed a hand on your hip & guided you out of the truck. Even though it wasn’t a lifted truck, it sure felt like it as Rafe helped you climb out & down.

“Good?”

You nodded in response, wanting to keep your words few & far between.

Next, you followed him around to the other side of the truck. You noticed that you weren’t as drunk as you were when you left. Your head was still pounding & your vision was still swimming, but at least you could hold yourself up now.

Rafe swung open the door to the back & began gently pulling out Jules. She mumbled in her drunken sleep as he slung her over his shoulder.

“If you want to lead the way, I can carry her.”

“Thanks.” You sighed, desperate to get inside & crash into your bed.

Inside the secure building, you used your key fob to alert the elevator of your presence. When the three of you loaded on, you pressed the lit up button for 5.

“Thank god for elevators, right.” Rafe joked as he shifted Jules to piggyback him. Fortunately, she hung on.

Once you reached your floor, you sped walked ahead to your door & swung it open. Rafe passed you by.

“Take a right at the corner & her bedroom is at the end, off the living room.”

Rafe followed your directions in the dark. You turned on the lights behind him as he went, hoping he didn’t bump into anything or accidentally drop Jules because of it. He managed to swing her door open & enter her room, you were right behind them.

Rafe turned to face you before bending his knees to lower Jules closer to the bed. Once she was close enough, Rafe let her go. Jules groaned again at the sudden drop, her eyes fluttering open briefly before closing again. You entered her bathroom to dampen one of her hand towels.

When you re-entered her room, you paused, watching silently as Rafe tucked Jules’ legs under the covers of her bed. He glanced up, likely having feeling you watching him, & shrugged.

“I can’t sleep without a blanket of some sort when I’m drunk.”

You nodded, mustering a smile. Approaching Jules, Rafe moved out of the way. You placed the damp rag on her forehead, hoping it’d help her feel less sick if she did end up throwing up in the middle of the night.

“Would you mind doing me a favor?” You asked Rafe, glancing at him over your shoulder.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Above the fridge in the kitchen are big bowls. Can you bring one?”

Rafe nodded & left the room. You listened intently until you heard him in the kitchen.

“Grab a glass of water, too, please!” You hollered.

The faucet began running in the distance, so you took the time to lift Jules’ sheets. You overlooked her body, ensuring that Rafe didn’t do any weird shit when you were in the bathroom. But nothing looked out of place. Even her cowgirl boots were still on. Chuckling lightly to yourself, you quickly removed them from her feet before tucking her legs back under the covers.

It wasn’t that you were a man-hater, you loved men. But recalling all the rumors surrounding Rafe in high school, & how even despite that he was a stranger, you didn’t want to take any chances. So far he had been helpful & friendly enough so you didn’t want to be quick to stuff him into a box labeled ‘creep’, but you’d certainly keep your eye on him.

You heard his footfalls coming nearer so you stood up. When he entered the room again, he carried a large bowl in one hand & a glass of water in the other.

“Thank you.” You offered him a small smile when taking the objects from him.

Once you got Jules settled, you turned to face him, gesturing for the two of you to leave the room. You closed the door quietly behind you. In the living room, you eyed the kitchen on the opposite end of the space.

“Did you want anything to drink? It’s the least I can do for helping.”

Rafe sighed, contemplating your offer, “An energy drink if you got it. Feel like I’m gonna fall asleep behind the wheel if I keep going like this.”

“I don’t have any of that, but I can make you a coffee?”

“Yeah, sure, thanks.”

You nodded, walking towards your kitchen. Rafe followed behind you, taking a seat at your small two person table in the corner. You felt him watching you as you pulled out the coffee grounds & began putting them into the coffee maker.

“Thank you again.” You repeated, tossing him a look over your shoulder, “For helping.”

“No problem.” He repeated, “Again.”

You laughed quietly & softly at that. Once the coffee began brewing, you pulled out two mugs & left them by the pot. Then you turned back to face him.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

You felt your brows crease, “What do you mean?”

“Well, you couldn’t walk at the bar, but now you seem totally fine.”

“Oh.” You straightened up that, also then realizing how much better you were beginning to feel, “Better, yeah. Must’ve just been a wave.”

Rafe nodded at that but said nothing.

“So.” you began, shrugging your shoulders. Small talk wasn’t your forte. It made you feel awkward.

“So…” Rafe repeated.

The two of you shared an uncomfortable laugh.

“You looked really hot on the bar tonight.” His sudden & unsolicited comment surprised you. There was no hiding the shock on your face.

“What?” You laughed, really believing you misheard him.

“You heard me.” He smirked at you, his eyes trailing the length of you. You shifted under his gaze, shaking your head, “Thanks? I guess.”

Fortunately, the coffee pot finished & you were able to distract yourself with pouring the two of you a mug of coffee. You brought Rafe’s his before returning to the fridge to pull out some French vanilla creamer.

“Want some?” You shook the carton. Rafe waved his hand in dismissal.

After flavoring your coffee, you joined him at the table.

“So, what have you been up to since high school?” You finally asked, forcing yourself to partake in a dreaded topic of conversation.

“Not a whole lot.” Rafe blew out air, “Working for my dad mostly.”

“And what’s that?” You blew on your coffee before taking a sip.

“Business. Real estate development. That sorta shit.”

You nodded, “That’s good money though, right? You rolling in dough?”

“Why? Want me to take you out on a date?”

He was teasing but you still laughed uncomfortably, “Not exactly.”

“No? Not the dating type?”

Shrugging, you made a face that confirmed his suspicions, “Not really, no.”

“Why’s that?”

You sighed, leaning back in your chair, “No reason, really. Just haven’t met the right person, I guess.”

“Having too much fun stealing & breaking hearts at the bar?” Rafe smirked.

You rolled your eyes, “Something like that.”

“You stole mine. Watching you up there…”

The way he looked at you made your skin erupt with goosebumps. You bit your lip & Rafe’s eyes flicked to the movement. You shook your head, unable to hide your embarrassed smile, “You’ve always been a flirt, ya know?”

Rafe’s eyes widened at that, “What does that mean?”

You shook your finger at him, “We may not have talked in high school but you had a reputation. You were ‘the bad boy’. Breaking hearts and faces.”

Rafe scoffed at that but chuckled nonetheless, “I won’t confirm nor deny.”

A silly giggle left you but you immediately reeled it in the second you heard it. Were you…flirting with Rafe Cameron? Jesus. If someone had told you earlier that day that you’d end your night flirting with Rafe Cameron in your own apartment you’d say bullshit. It was funny though sometimes how the world brought people in & out of your life.

“Oh, c’mon.” You shook your head, “All the girls wanted to date you & all the guys wanted to either be you or beat you.”

Rafe laughed at that, nodding in agreement, “Maybe.”

You lowered your eyes, memories of high school passing you by.

“What about you?”

You raised your eyes to meet his, “What about me, what?”

“Did you want to date me?”

There was no helping the sudden burst of laughter at his question. You bit your lip again, shaking your head, “Actually, no. If anything, I was scared of you.”

Rafe’s eyes glinted playfully, leaning across the table, “That so?”

“Mm.” You nodded, “I saw a few of your fights. You’re pretty hot-headed, ya know. All I wanted to do was not piss you off.”

“You couldn’t even if you tried.” Rafe eyes lingered to your lips.

A part of you was undeniably enjoying his apparent attraction to you. You didn’t care if it was the alcohol or whatever it was that was sexually charging the energy in the room. After all, you did want to take a man home tonight. Rafe isn’t who you had in mind, especially since he started out as Jules’, but Jules’ was lax. If you did end up sleeping with Rafe, she wouldn’t care. All she’d be interested in was how he was in bed. And now, you couldn’t help but wonder yourself.

Inhaling sharply, you pushed your coffee to the side so you could place your elbows on the table, leaning forward so there was only a few inches between you.

“But I’m sure I can make you happy.” You flirted suggestively.

“I think you can, too.” Rafe stared at you through hooded eyes. Yeah. He wanted you, too.

That being the only confirmation you needed, you rose from your seat, offering your hand to Rafe, “C’mon then. Let’s go to bed.”

Rafe grinned up at you with that. Then he rose to his full height, but he ignored your hand. He towered over you, your head only reaching his shoulders. Before you could say or do anything, Rafe suddenly had his arms around your butt, lifting you until you were forced to wrap your legs around his middle.

“Let’s.”

A week passed before you saw Rafe again. And you honestly never expected to see him again. After the night you two spent together rolling around in your sheets, you passed out. When you woke the next morning, Rafe was gone. It wasn’t the first time, & likely wouldn’t be the last, that one of your hook-ups escaped into the night, but you’d be lying if you thought Rafe would be different since you two went to high school. But alas, Rafe only proved to be like most men. You weren’t miffed though. You moved on fast.

As far Jules, her reaction to learning about you two hooking up wasn’t what you quite expected. She laughed it off at first but you could see that she felt something about it. You eventually got it out of her. She said that she actually liked Rafe. Unlike most of her conquests, she felt a natural draw to him & had thought that perhaps Rafe could be someone she’d date. It all surprised you.

Jules, of course, didn’t blame you whatsoever since she had only met Rafe that night, & after you explained your history, or lack thereof, with him, she understood. But you could tell that she was disheartened to not get to know him more. But as the week passed, she got back into her usual good spirits.

As for you, you heard from Jack a day after you met him. He started out giving you a hard time for not letting him know you made it back home safely that night, & you thought it best to lie & say that you passed out as soon as you got into bed rather than telling me the truth. The two of you texted for the whole day & before you knew it you had scheduled a date.

The date itself was fun. You took Jack to some blacklight mini golf then the two of you had a couple beers at one of your favorite bars. The night ended with a hot make-out session in your car. After that, you two saw each other practically every day. Tonight would be no different. In fact, Jules was going out to the bars & you were staying in, wanting Jack to come spend the night with you. It wasn’t like you to wait to have sex with someone you were interested, so Jack was a rare case.

But with Jules being out of the apartment for most of the night, you thought it an opportune time to have him over & you two could be as loud as you wanted.

It was almost nine at night when Jules finally left. Jack was supposed to be there around that time, as well. But before she left, she poked her head into your room. You did a little spin for her as she tried to pick her jaw off the floor.

“Damn, _____. Jack isn’t gonna know what hit him.”

You smiled happily at that, admiring your lingerie in your full length mirror.

“I hope so.” Jack was quickly becoming your Rafe. By that, you meant that you enjoyed his company beyond more than just the sexual tension. He made you laugh, carried a conversation, showed interest in your life but also wasn’t afraid to share details of his own. Plus, he was hot as fuck. The more you hung out with him the more he reminded you of a young James Franco. And Franco was always cute to you.

“So, I wanted to talk to you about something really quick.” Jules revealed, stepping further into your room.

You tossed her a confused but wary look, “…Okay. Everything alright?”

“Yeah, at least, I hope so.” She laughed sheepishly, “I’m going to bars tonight, as you know, but…I’m not going alone.”

You reeled back at that, but were smiling nonetheless, “Okay, babe, if it’s a date you know we trade info incase the guys are creeps.”

“Yeah, I know.” She sighed, avoiding your eyes, “That’s kind of why I didn’t say anything to begin with. You already know him…”

Done admiring yourself in the mirror, you sat on your bed, staring up at her in waiting.

Jules moved forward to join you on your bed, “It’s with Rafe.”

Oh.

The revelation wasn’t what you expected but you nodded hesitantly, “Okay… that’s okay?”

“I don’t know, is it? We’ve never really navigated these waters before.”

You rolled your eyes at that, “Oh, my god, Jules, it’s okay! I have no claims to him. If you want to see him then see him.”

She frowned at that, not entirely buying what you were selling, “Are you sure? I know we have a pretty lax friendship, but it’s not weird. I’ll admit, I did feel weird after you told me you guys hooked up last weekend.”

A pang of guilt hit your chest, but you dismissed it with a forced smile. You had no interest in Rafe. He was a decent fuck, but that’s all he was. If Jules was serious about him, the last you wanted to do was have her thinking you were standing in her way.

“God, I’m sorry. I’m such a slut sometimes.”

Jules giggled at that but shook her head, “That’s not what I’m saying. I just want to make sure that you & I will be okay. And, obviously, if it gets weird or messy having Rafe around then I won’t mind kicking him to the curb.”

You laughed at that, “It won’t come to that. Besides, I have my own man coming over tonight. Rafe…feels like it was ages ago at this point.”

“Okay.” Jules grinned, her dimples appearing. You could tell she was really excited about this date. You only hoped that Rafe didn’t disappear in the middle of the night on her like he did you.

“Okay!” You exclaimed, standing up. Jules stood with you. You hugged her, “Thank you for telling me. I’ll make sure Jack & I are all finished by the time you get home.”

“No worries.” Jules pulled away, grinning at you, “If we do end up wanting to hook-up I’m going to try to get it done at his place, that way you two can be alone all night.”

“Well, thanks, I appreciate it.” You smiled, letting her go, “But if you do go there, you know to text me where the address is.”

“Yes, mom.” Jules rolled her eyes.

With that, you exited your room & walked with her to the door. Jack would be there any minute & you still wanted light some incense & candles.

You were unlatching the door & swinging it open, preparing to wave Jules off but a yelp escaped you at the tall, looming presence just on the other side.

“Rafe!” Jules shrieked. The both of you were not expecting him on the other side, let alone anyone.

Rafe’s eyes danced amusingly between the two of you as you both recovered from the jump scare but when his eyes stopped on you, staring at your chest, you glanced down. It was then that you realized you were still only wearing your lingerie.

“Oh, fuck.” You muttered, quickly standing just behind the door out of sight as you tied the thigh length silk robe around your body. Jules realized what was happening by the time you finished & glanced up.

“Sorry ‘bout that.” You laughed sheepishly as Jules stepped out.

Rafe said nothing but was staring at you like he was trying not to respond.

“Oh, jesus, let’s just get this over with.” Jules finally spit out, “You guys fucked. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before. Right?” She looked at you to which you nodded quickly.

“Right?” She focused on Rafe. He only mustered an awkward smirk.

“Great. Now that that’s over with, _____...” Jules eyed you, “Have fun with Jack. I’ll see you either tonight or tomorrow.”

At the mention of Jack’s name, you felt Rafe’s eyes flash to yours in curiosity. You blatantly ignored his wonderous gaze & waved at Jules, “Bye, have fuuun!”

Then you hurriedly slammed the door. As much as you loved Jules for her direct nature, you sorely wished she hadn’t mentioned the two of you hooking up while you were standing there in practically nothing. But, fortunately the moment was over & you could focus on the task at hand: Jack.

It was nearly three in the morning when you tip-toed into the kitchen to heat yourself up some leftovers. Jack had passed out. You had tired him out. You had always considered your endurance your best quality in the bedroom. It wasn’t often when a man could keep up with you. Jack was no exception, but he was fun, nonetheless. The sex was rushed at first. The second he saw you he couldn’t keep his hands off you. The after having sex that lasted for roughly fifteen minutes, you two relaxed & laughed about it.

Then you ordered the two of you some food & while waiting for the food to come the two of you hung out on the couch watching an episode of The Boys. After eating & another episode, Jack gathered you in his arms & carried you into your room for second round. The second round was a lot more sensual. Now that the two of you had had sex in a hurry, you two were able to slow down & really learn each other’s bodies. You were winded by the time that session ended. You fell asleep as he scratched your back & when you woke up an hour later, he was still awake watching videos on his phone. You knocked his phone out of the way & straddled his lap. The third time was even more mind-blowing than the first two—being the perfect mixture of animalistic & intimate.

After that, it was Jack’s turn to pass out. He had commented on your skills in bed & you kicked your feet about it. It wasn’t that you felt validated by hearing a man’s thoughts about what you could do but you also wouldn’t deny how good it still felt to hear.

You tried sleeping yourself, getting only ten or so minutes when your stomach growled you awake. There would be no good night’s rest until you ate. So, that’s when you decided to go heat up some leftovers from yours & Jack’s order.

Your apartment was quiet save for the metallic hum of the microwave. You stared at Jules’ closed bedroom door, & it was only then that you realized you hadn’t checked your phone whatsoever since Jack arrived. There was still a minute left on the microwave. You decided you’d go snatch your phone from your room really quickly then give Jules a call while you ate. But just as you entered the hallway, you heard the familiar sound of her keys in the door.

As quietly as you possibly could, you backed up back into the living room then raced across the room to the kitchen, trying to look as natural as possible. But as you listened for Jules’ footsteps, you picked up on another.

She wasn’t alone.

You glanced down. You were in your robe but only your robe. Jack made quick work of discarding your matching bra & underwear. There was a throw blanket on the back of the couch. You made to move towards it, hoping to get it wrapped around you since the robe did little to really cover you, but just as you did, two figures appeared on the other end of the room.

“Jules?” You frowned. She was slumped against Rafe.

Your eyes flashed to his, your state of dress forgotten, “What the hell happened?”

“Yeah, I don’t think she’s much of a heavyweight anymore. She was falling asleep at the bar.”

Shaking your head, you approached the two of them. Rafe still held her up as you patted her cheeks, “Jules, babe, wake up.”

But she only moaned & swatted your hand away, “Sleepy.”

“Okay, okay.” You couldn’t help the glare you threw at Rafe. Whether or not it was his fault, she had only gotten this drunk in the last week while in his presence. You hoped it was just a coincidence but you wouldn’t settle on it quite yet.

“Can you get some water, I got it from here.” You told Rafe before slipping her into your arms. Jules managed to use her feet to assist you in assisting her as you brought her back to her bed. Jules sighed happily at the sight of her bed before throwing herself down on it.

You knelt beside the bed, tucking her hair behind her ear, “Did you drink a lot again?”

“Mmm. Probably.”

You sucked on your lip, “Jules, you can’t be drinking like that. You gotta be safe.”

“Safe…very safe.” She mumbled, turning her head away from you as she curled into herself.

The air in the room shifted as Rafe entered behind you. You stood up, taking the glass of water from him none-too-gently & putting it on her nightstand.

“You can leave.” You told him without looking at him, “Thanks for getting her home.”

Rafe scoffed behind you but said nothing. You listened as you heard his steps leave the room. Releasing a breath of air, you stared at your best friend as she slept soundlessly.

“Jules…” You whispered to no one. Taking her shoes off, you threw one of her loose blankets over her & switched her light off. You’d be talking with her in the morning. You had to make sure that her getting so drunk was her doing & not Rafe’s.

A muffled gasp escaped you as you closed her door, not expecting to see Rafe leaning against the wall just on the other side.

You had your hand over your mouth to keep from waking Jules or Jack, but you glared hotly at Rafe over your hand.

Closing Jules door, you stepped closer to him, hissing, “I told you to leave.”

Rafe frowned, “Okay, sorry. I thought you just meant the room.”

“You knew exactly what I meant.”

You turned away from him, quietly stomping towards the kitchen. Rafe followed behind you.

“What’s your problem? I thought you’d thank me.”

“And I did.” You bit back. You were struggling to contain your anger. You had no proof that Rafe actually did anything, after all, he was helpful just last weekend & brought Jules back home tonight, but it still didn’t sit well with you. And your mom always taught you to trust your gut.

“So why the hostile attitude? Did I do something wrong?”

Inhaling sharply, you yanked open the microwave door. The food was steaming. But you had lost your appetite.

“No.” You replied shortly, uncaring if you sounded convincing or not.

You touched the plate but as you did, you hissed in pain. You were too caught up in your frustrations to remember to grab the plate of food with a hand towel.

“You okay?” Rafe moved closer, peering down at you as you stuck your thumb in your mouth, sucking on it.

You grunted in response. But Rafe just stared at you in disbelief.

“If you run it under cold water it’ll help better.” He told you, his voice flat.

“I know that.”

Instead of approaching you, he backed up to the sink, flicking the faucet handle. Then he gestured to the sink, “Well.”

Biting your lip in mild irritation, you neared the sink & stuck your thumb under the water. It wouldn’t burn, not visibly anyway, but it still hurt like a bitch. The cool water helped though.

As the water cooled the sensation of your pulsing thumb, so did your anger. Shaking your head, you finally looked at Rafe over your shoulder, “I’m sorry. Thank you for helping her home.”

“You’re welcome.” He returned, but the nicety has left his voice. He was as irritated as you had been.

“It’s just, she doesn’t get drunk like this.” You told him, “I mean, she does! But it takes a lot. Like a lot, a lot. So, seeing her get this drunk twice in one week, just has me concerned.”

“Well, I was there, & I’m telling you, she didn’t drink a lot. I don’t know, obviously, what her ‘a lot’ is, but it wasn’t a lot to me. A beer, three cocktails, & two shots.”

You thought on it. That was still excessive, at least in your opinion. Jules could normally handle a bit more than that but perhaps Rafe was right. Maybe her tolerance was just changing for some reason all of a sudden.

“Guess it makes sense.” You mumbled. Your thumb felt better at that point so you turned the faucet off.

“So, what’s a lot to you?” You asked him, wanting to shift the negative energy between the two of you.

Rafe glanced at you in momentary confusion before shrugging, “More than that.”

“Guess that makes sense, too.” You chuckled softly, “You were a big partier in high school.”

Finally, Rafe’s stone expression cracked as a smirk tugged on the corner of his lips, “Yeah, true.”

The room was silent for a beat until your stomach growled. Your appetite had returned. Turning your back on Rafe, you went to the microwave & tapped the plate, testing the heat. It was grabbable now. You removed your food from the appliance then took your plate to the table. Rafe watched you silently before slowly approaching you.

“So, you & Jack, huh?”

“Hmm?” You flicked your eyes to his, before realizing what he had asked, “Oh, uh, yeah.”

Rafe nodded, slowly dragging out the chair opposite you before sitting down.

“And you & Jules.” You added, not wanting you or Jack to be the focus at that point in time.

“Mhmm.” Rafe pursed his lips, cocking his head as he peered at you, “And you & me.”

You scrunched your nose in discomfort, but offered an awkward smile nonetheless, “Yup.”

“Does Jack know?” His question surprised you.

You glanced away to cut into your enchilada, blowing on it, then placing it in your mouth. You chewed, staring back at Rafe. Then you shrugged.

“I take that as a ‘no’.”

“Well, it’s not like we’re together, him & I. He doesn’t need to know about my hook-ups. I don’t ask about his.”

“But you want to date him.” It wasn’t a question but you still treated it as such.

“Um, no? I don’t know. Why do you ask?” You took another bite, a lump forming in your throat at Rafe’s invasive questions.

“Ah, well, Jules was saying that she thought you really liked this Jack guy, more than normal. Said you guys have been seeing each other pretty much everyday since last weekend.” For some odd reason, you felt like you were being interrogated, like a parent trying to get to know their teen daughter’s boyfriend before ultimately deciding that they weren’t good enough for her.

You shrugged, “Yeah, I guess. But, same could be said about you & Jules.”

Rafe raised his brows at that, “Yeah?”

You nodded, “She almost lied to me tonight. Didn’t tell me who she was seeing. She’s never done that before. Plus, she admitted as much that she liked you more than just for hooking up.”

“Hmm.” He looked away, deep in thought.

“How does that make you feel?” It was your turn to interrogate him.

“Not a lot.” Rafe returned quickly. His cold response had your earlier anger become lightly reignited.

“And that means…?”

Rafe leaned forward, his elbows on his knees as he gazed at you, “She’s nice, hot, fun. But…she’s not you.”

The sound of your fork clattering against the plate as it slipped from your fingers made you jump slightly. Your body felt tense at Rafe’s confession. But you had to play it off. Quickly snatching the fork back up, you brushed off his comment with a sheepish chuckle, “Funny.”

But Rafe didn’t share in your amusement. His unwavering stare was only evidence of his seriousness.

“What are you trying to say, Rafe?”

He sighed, his eyes dropping to the opening of your robe. You glanced down & quickly snatched the fabric closer to your chest. He smirked at that.

“I’m saying that I know you’re wearing nothing under that & I want to see what you’re trying to hide from me.”

You sputtered in shock, staring at him wide-eyed, “Are you fucking serious?”

Rafe raised his eyes to yours, “Deadly.”

“Alright, okay.” You stood up, your half-eaten food forgotten on the table, “I don’t know what the hell you think—’

But Rafe stood too, quickly invading your space as you stood there attempting to talk him down. He pressed his chest against you & you didn’t have time to create space before he gripped one of your hips. A surprised hiss escaped your lips at his abrupt manhandling.

“I think that dumbass in there can’t please you like I can.” Rafe spoke lowly, his voice even but firm.

You swallowed, putting your hands on his chest in an attempt to push yourself away from him, but Rafe was quick to snatch both your wrists in his other hand.

“What are you doing?” Panic flooded you. If Rafe was fucking with you, you weren’t finding it very funny.

“I told you.” Rafe then quickly yanked on the ties of your robe & your robe fell open.

You gasped as cool air suddenly brushed over your exposed front. You instinctively made to cover yourself help but Rafe still held your wrists in his hand. You were breathing heavily, watching in a daze as Rafe’s eyes darkened, staring at your body.

Then, just as quickly as it happened, Rafe looked back up at you & smirked. Then he let you go.

“Have a good night.”

Like whiplash, Rafe was there one second then gone the next. You stood there in the center of your kitchen staring into the direction of the hallway where Rafe disappeared to. The front door to your apartment closed in the distance & you finally released a breath of air you had been holding.

Then everything that just occurred finally hit you.

“What. The. Fuck.”

The next couple months were weird, to say the least. After Rafe revealed yourself to him he was around way too much. He & Jules began spending a lot of time together & before you knew it, they were dating. DATING.

You sat on what he had done for a couple days before you finally told her about it. Or least, a little bit about it.

First, you started by asking her if she was really serious about Rafe, like had real feelings for him. When she admitted that she did, you felt torn on telling her the whole truth or just a version of the truth. You eventually settled on just telling her variation of it.

What you ended up telling her was that he came onto you again but you had rejected him & then he left. That was basically what happened, but you didn’t mention him undoing your robe, & you weren’t sure why. Rafe was no friend to you so you had no need to protect him, but Jules was your friend, & you had never seen her hung up on someone the way she was about Rafe.

You had seen Rafe multiple times in the window between his harassment of you in the kitchen to telling Jules about it, & in that time he never said or tried anything again. He hardly even looked at you. You reminded yourself that he was an asshole in high school & that he likely viewed what he did as just a humiliating prank. But it wasn’t. Had you not already hooked-up with him you likely would’ve told Jules the whole truth, but since Rafe had already seen you naked & was just pulling one of those idiotic Alpha moves on you in the kitchen, you figured as long as it never happened again you could deal with seeing him & Jules together all the time.

But it still ate away at you. It bothered you that he had the audacity to not only do that but then move forward & decide to date your best friend. But Jules was happy, more so, she was drinking less. It was the least you could ask for in her questionable relationship with Rafe Cameron.

On the bright side, Jules wasn’t the only one to enter into an official relationship. After a few weeks of hanging out with Jack & having some of the best sex of your life, you & Jack progressed into a relationship. It felt like ages since you last had a boyfriend, but it felt nice. He was quickly becoming one of your favorite people. Even better, he & Jules got along great. She’d often join you guys on the couch when you watched a movie or show or even help out in the kitchen as the two of you made dinner. They were all good times, but they were often soured by the presence of Rafe.

Now that you & Jules were in relationships, there was an ungodly amount of times when all four of you would hangout. It was like double dating all the time. If Jules & Rafe wanted to go out to the bars, they’d always convinces Jack to convince you. And then on nights when you worked, Jack would sometimes come in to see you, & right behind him would be Jules & Rafe. Your apartment with Jules was quickly becoming a home to your respective boyfriends.

Your relationship with Rafe was interesting, too. Though he never made comments or did anything like he did that night in the kitchen, he still always found a reason to talk to you. It was never about anything especially important or engaging, but always just enough to have you two at least carry a conversation for some time.

Jack still never knew about you & Rafe hooking up the night you all met & you wanted to keep it that way. In fact, you made Jules promise that she would tell Rafe to keep his mouth shut because if ever said anything, even eluded to it, you would make sure he’d regret it. And so far, Rafe never peeped a word about it. The only downside to Jack never knowing about your tryst with Rafe was that they too became good friends.

Oftentimes, you’d see them laughing loudly with one another, like slapping each other laughing, & always having each other’s back on nights out if for some reason they came across a belligerent asshole. A small part of you was relieved that everything was seemingly working out, but a majority of you knew everything was too good to be true. It’d only be so long before the other shoe dropped. And what kind of shoe it would be had you constantly on the edge…

But that was the least of your worries as you rushed to get ready. That morning, your mom called you to remind of the charity gala that was being hosted in her name & how you promised to be there. The event had completely slipped your mind. So, all day you were frazzled with that now being your mission. You were forced to call Rosie & explain everything to him, apologizing that it slipped your mind & you would be able to come into work. Fortunately, Rosie said he’d take care of it & that he would see the following night.

After that, you drove to the shopping district hoping you’d find a dress that would be appropriate enough for the gala. These gala’s your mom attended were high class. No ball gowns or anything extravagant like that (though some people did wear stuff like that), but it was definitely an excuse for those in attendance to show off some of the nicer items in their closet. You had none.

You got lucky when you found a dress that you could keep & wear again. It was equally elegant as it was just the right amount of sex appeal. Unfortunately, due to the short notice, Jack would not be able to come with you. You learned early on in your relationship that Jack moved to town to open his own café. It had a rough start but once the warmer months came it became a huge hit so he was spending a lot of his time there to help out. And tonight they were having an open mic night for comedians, poets, musicians. It was their first one so he couldn’t miss it.

You were going to ask Jules next if she wanted to be your date but when you went to her room earlier that day, you could hear her throwing up in the bathroom. She had come down with the flu. So, she was a no go. It bummed you out that you wouldn’t have a date but it was your own fault for completely forgetting about it.

It was thirty minutes before the gala started & you had just finished getting ready. You still had to drive 20 minutes to the venue so you would be cutting it close but at least you’d be on time. Before you left, you sped-walk to Jules’ room to check on her. She was sound asleep in her bed, a humidifier next to her bed billowing warm, wet air. You quicky stepped into the room & kissed your fingers before placing them on her forehead. You couldn’t afford getting sick after bailing on Rosie tonight.

Then, you were out the door.

You recognized the address as being somewhere in the industrial district on the north side of town. That thought made you groan, you hoped they had valet parking.

Traffic was a bitch but you made it with two minutes to spare. Thank you, Valet.

Once you were inside, you sought out your mom. You found her in the middle of greeting guests as they entered the building.

“Oh, honey!” She exclaimed, “I’m so happy you could make it.”

“Of course, Mom. Is there an open bar?” You asked once she pulled away.

Your mom rolled her eyes knowingly, “So much of your father in you. Yes, yes. The venue is up those stairs there, the bar portion is in a separate room across from it.”

“Great, thank you.” You kissed her on the cheek, antsy to at least get a glass of wine in your system.

She waved you off to continue welcoming guests while you went to go retrieve a drink. After you succeeded in getting your wine, you entered the gala. You nodded impressively. There were a few faces you recognized as close friends of your mom’s & forced yourself to make small talk as you mingled your way over to a table by the windows. Once you made it through, you took a moment to yourself to relax. Your whole day had felt rushed & chaotic so you were happy to finally be off your feet with some sort of alcohol before you to keep you going.

The charity event started soon thereafter, & before you knew it, you were enjoying your drink, watching as a couple hundred middle aged rich folk raised their hands for the auction portion. Once the auction was through, the host announced that dinner was served & to help yourselves & to enjoy the night while it was still young. You checked the time on your phone, noting it was only 8 in the evening. Your mom begged you to stay at least until 9 that way she can finish making her rounds then she could focus her time on you. You begrudgingly promised you would.

When she disappeared, you decided to get your glass refilled. You were snaking your way between bodies, aiming for the doors that would lead you to the bar when you abruptly ran into another person.

“Sorry!” You exclaimed, feeling embarrassed for not watching where you were going. But when the person you ran into turned around, the apologetic expression on your face fell.

“Well, well. Fancy seeing you here, huh?” Rafe grinned, clearly not expecting to see you either.

“Fancy.” You deadpanned, turning away to continue on your way. What the hell was he doing there?

Once you made it to the edge of the room though, you felt a slight tug on your elbow, deterring you from your destination. A curse died on your tongue as you glared at Rafe dragging you through a set of glass doors & onto a patio. You didn’t even know there was a patio. Had you, you would’ve hidden out there all night to avoid Rafe,

“What are you doing here?” He asked, admiring your outfit.

“You first.” You battled.

Rafe chuckled but answered, “Networking.”

“For?”

Rafe rolled his eyes, sighing, “My dad’s business?”

You pursed your lips. You supposed it made sense. But Jules hadn’t mentioned it.

“Why isn’t Jules here then?” You knew well enough that she was sick & resting at home, but since she had never mentioned it, you wondered if Rafe had even bothered to mention it to her.

“Because I didn’t ask her.” Rafe responded like it was the most obvious answer in the whole world. But you wouldn’t accept.

“God, you are such an asshole. She’s crazy about you, ya know. And you treat her like crap.”

Rafe bit his lip in though, narrowing his eyes at you, “You sure about that? Pretty sure I actually spoil her. More than she’s worth.”

“Oh, you—” All the possible offensive terms you could think of threatened to spill out but this wasn’t the time or the place, “That’s it. When I get back home, I’m telling her everything.”

You spun on your heel then, prepared to go find your mom & apologize but you had to leave early. You couldn’t stand to be here for a second longer knowing Rafe asshole Cameron was present.

But when you left the patio & entered the hall, where there was conveniently no one was around, Rafe snagged you by the waist before shoving you into a bathroom.

“Rafe, goddamnit!” But Rafe shook you to your core when he pressed your back against the wall & covered your mouth. His hand going to the handle on the door & locking it.

“I’m gonna take my hand off now, think you can shut the fuck up for two seconds?”

You glared at him but nodded once. Rafe removed his hand but only stared at you.

You slapped your hands together, waiting for him to get it over with.

“I don’t know what the fuck you want, _____. You’re so annoyingly confusing. More than most women.”

You frowned at that. What was he talking about?

“You come onto me the night we meet then you suddenly want nothing to do with me. I never asked you out on a date because you said you weren’t interested in dating. I was fine with that, though. I could live with just hooking up. But then come to find out you’re dating Jack, fucking him, too. So, now I look like an idiot because you told me you don’t date. And that’s a lie. So, when I found out & tried coming onto you again that night in your apartment, you rejected me. All for that dumbass in your bed. I mean, what is a guy supposed to think? I’ve been very patient, waiting for you & Jack to get through whatever it is you guys think you’re doing but nope, nope, Jack’s here to stay, Jack’s such a good guy, Jack’s the one.”

All of his words were becoming jumbled together in your brain. You could do nothing but stare at him wide-eyed & in shock.

Rafe was huffing, his lips in an upside down smile as he stared through you, “What do you have to say, huh? Because now, all this time, pretending to be into Jules, I’ve just been trying to get close to you. To show you that I’m who you want. That you regret rejecting me. And you can’t say I haven’t been good because I have been. I don’t touch you, flirt with you, make it obvious that I want to fuck your brains out, that I want to beat Jack to a pulp every single time I see him put his hands on you. It should be me, _____. You know that.”

A surprised but unamused sigh left you. Everything you thought about Rafe was true, but just much worse. He was only dating Jules because of you. Only hanging around because of you. You needed to snuff this man out.

“Rafe…” You licked your lips, struggling to find the words, “I don’t know where, at any point, you got into your head that we were something more than just a spontaneous, convenient hook-up but that’s all it was. Okay? That’s it. There was sexual tension & I acted on it. Simple as that. I mean, you were gone the next morning! We had nothing more than just casual, one-time sex.”

Rafe’s eyes narrowed as you spoke.

“And as far as Jack goes, that’s none of your damn business. I meant what I said when I told you I don’t date but things change, & I don’t care how fast they change, I don’t owe you anything. I’m not some fucking prize that you are competing against Jack for, & even if I was, let me tell you, he is by far a better man you will ever be. A real man doesn’t use a woman to get closer to her roommate, to try & make her roommate, I don’t know, fall for him? That’s some psycho sociopathic shit, right there. Okay?! So, what you’re gonna do now, is you’re gonna call Jules & you’re gonna break up with her. I don’t care how you do it, but you’re gonna get it done. I would love nothing more than to tell her myself about how much of a piece of shit you are, but she’s my friend. My best friend. And I don’t want to hurt her. So, the least you can do is soften the blow.”

It looked as if he wasn’t listening anymore, his eyes glazing over, but you knew he was. He was hearing every single world.

“Man up.” You stepped forward, “And give her what she deserves.”

His eyes finally shifted back to yours, “Careful what you wish for.”

The look in his eyes sparked a bout of fear within you.

But then Rafe was unlocking the bathroom door & next thing you knew he was gone. Your heart was racing, the interaction an explosion of emotions. But with him gone, you were finally able to relax against the wall. You placed your hand on your chest, willing your heart to slow down. Jesus. This day just wouldn’t give you a break, would it?

Unfortunately, your night never improved. When you got home later that night, you could hear Jules crying in her room. As relieved as you were that Rafe called her, you were still disheartened to hear her sobs from the front door. Stopping by your room first, you kicked off your heels & tossed your keys on the bed. Then you hesitantly walked towards her room. Her door was cracked open.

You were about to enter her room but another’s voice stopped you.

“I’m sorry, Jules.” Rafe.

What the fuck was he doing here?!

Not waiting to get answers from Jules, you slapped her door open, standing angrily in her doorway. Jules & Rafe were on her bed & Rafe was holding her as she cried into his chest.

“What the hell’s going on here?”

Jules looked up then but her solemn face quickly turned to one of anger as she set her eyes on you. She stood up, looking you directly in the eye, “I should be asking you that! I trusted you!”

You stared at her in confusion before glancing at Rafe who sat smugly on the edge of her bed.

“Jules, look, I don’t know what that fuck told you but he’s ly—”

“Lying?!” Jules questioned, her voice growing louder, “Yeah, he said you’d say that. But he told me everything!”

You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at the unapologetic look on Rafe’s face, “And what was that?”

“That you’ve been coming onto him for months!” Jules screeched, “I knew bringing him around was going to be weird but if you still had feelings for him then you should have told me! Now you’re telling him to break up with me so you can have him. I can’t believe you would do that!”

“What?!” You raised your voice, “No, no, that is not what’s happening. He’s the asshole, the creep!”

“Oh, shut up, _____!” Jules glared at you through her angry tears, “He has proof of you saying so!”

You stumbled at that, “Proof? What? What proof, Jules?”

She spun around, snatching a phone that wasn’t hers off the bed before raising it up between the two of you. She clacked on it & then turned the volume up. It was your voice that came out.

So, what you’re gonna do now, is you’re gonna call Jules & you’re gonna break up with her. I don’t care how you do it, but you’re gonna get it done.

“Motherfucker…” You whispered in disbelief. But then the recording stopped. Jules played it again.

You shot your eyes between the two of them before settling on Jules, “That’s all he recorded? You don’t think that’s weird, Jules? There’s nothing before, nothing after, it’s all out of context. Yes, I told him to break up with you but so I could have him! He’s a fucking psycho!”

Jules shook her head, chuckling darkly as she tossed the phone back on her bed, “I want you out of this apartment. Tonight. And then I never want to see you again.”

“Jules! No, what? Wait!” But she was shoving you out of her room & before you could get another word out, she slammed her door in your face.

“Rafe, you fucking asshole! Tell her the truth!” You beat against the door but all you could make out on the other side was Jules bitching about you before her room started blaring music.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Rafe had gotten to her. Turned your closest friend against you. Well. Fuck him. He wasn’t going to win. Not that easily. Jules wanted to never see you again, that’s too damn bad. Because you weren’t going anywhere, not as long as Rafe was in her ear feeding her lies.

You walked into work angrily the following night. Your coworkers greeted you but you could only manage a grunt. Jules was far from happy to see you when you came out of your room that morning but you needed to show her that you weren’t going anywhere.

“My name’s on the lease. I pay rent. I’m staying.” You told her to which she sneered at you before grabbing her coffee & disappearing in her room.

Her door was closed but you told her through the door that you would never betray her like that. That the person who was lying to her was Rafe. She never responded, & you never saw her again before you left for work. But you wouldn’t give up.

You threw on your outfit for your shift then left in poor spirits. Working helped you distract yourself from the bullshit of your disastrous home life & potential friend break-up. It was busy & your regulars listened to you as you told a few of them about few details of your dilemma. They all held hope for you & Jules to figure things out. That left you feeling slightly better. But around midnight, an unexpected guest appeared at the far end of the bar. You smiled for the first time in 24 hours but your smile quickly fell at the furious expression on Jack’s face.

“Hey.” You said warily, flipping over a 16oz to pour his usual beer.

“I’m not staying.” Jack told you, his voice hard.

That wasn’t a good sign.

“I just came to tell you that Jules told me everything. The recording, everything.”

“Jack.” You sighed exhaustedly. After last night’s intense fallout, you didn’t think to call Jack & tell him what happened. But you never thought Jules would reach out to him herself.

“Save it.” He held up his hand, “I just wanted to tell you in person.”

Before you could try to defend yourself or even explain a little bit, Jack was out the door. You watched tiredly through the windows as he sped off.

Jack didn’t understand either. He would, but not yet. First, you had to get Jules to know the truth, get Rafe out of the picture, then after all that, you & Jules would tell Jack the truth together. You just had to be strong.

“You alright, kid?” Rosie’s voice sounded behind you.

You pressed your lips together, feeling them shake. You felt like crying but you forced yourself not to. Rafe couldn’t get away with this.

Turning around, your head hung low, you simply nodded to Rosie.

“Why don’t you take a ten. I can man the bar, start closing duties.”

You didn’t have the energy to debate it. You exited the bar & went to sit at the far end. Pulling out your phone, you hoped to see any messages from Jules but there was nothing. You tried calling her but your call went straight to voicemail. She likely blocked you. Good thing you lived down the hallway from her.

Holding your head in your hands, you thought about how you got here. How the fuck did you get here? Everything was fine & then suddenly it wasn’t. You realized you should’ve told Jules about Rafe from the beginning. Told her about how he came onto you in the kitchen that night. If you had, Rafe wouldn’t be in the picture, you & Jules would still be friends, & Jack would be drinking a beer less than 10 feet from you.

“Fucking Rafe…” You muttered out loud.

Could this night get any worse?

Unfortunately yes, yes it could.

You kicked at the tire of your car, frustrated that it suddenly wouldn’t start. Rosie had already left. He closed up The Garage with you & walked with you to your vehicles. But while he started his up & pulled out of the parking lot, you sat behind your wheel staring mindlessly out the windshield. You so desperately just wanted to talk to Jules, to just tell her everything. It had only been 24 hours & all you wanted was your best friend back.

So, when you finally broke out of your thoughts & went to start your car, it only added to your shitty night that the engine sputtered then died.

“Fuuuuuuck!” You screamed, beating your hands against the dashboard. Your hands were throbbing afterwards but you could barely feel it. And if you thought it still couldn’t get any worse, pulling out your phone & finding it dead only proved you wrong.

“’Course.” Tossing your phone back into your bag, you glared at the bar across from you. There was chargers inside, but Rosie had the keys to get in & you had no phone to call him.

Getting out, you locked up your car before rounding to the front. There was no point in checking under the hood, you would have no idea where to look first. You had always said that one day you’d learn car stuff for shit exactly like this, but you had yet to do it. It would be next on your agenda. After getting Jules back.

You glared into the darkness of the road. The Garage was on a long stretch of a two-lane highway. During the day it was used regularly, but as soon as night came, the only reason people were on it was to come to your place of work. There would be no one. It was then that you decided you were going to be forced to walk back home. It was only a mile or so walk, most of it being spent on the highway, but you weren’t stoked about walking down a dark, desolate highway in the middle of the night.

But what choice did you have?

Facing your car once more, you kicked at her tire, “See you in the morning, princess.”

You were only about ten minutes into your walk, your jacket wrapped securely around you as you stomped along the pavement, when you heard an engine in the distance. Now, you weren’t one of those girls who thought to yourself ‘oh, kidnapping wouldn’t happen to me, that’s only in the news’. So, you had no plans to put your thumb out & hitching a ride. Even if it was a nice elderly woman. You had seen too many true crime documentaries. It was better to be distrusting then it was to trust the wrong person.

Unlike Jules, you thought bitterly. But it wasn’t her fault. It was all Rafe’s.

When the engine grew closer, you moved off the highway. There were no streetlights on this stretch of the highway, so the driver wouldn’t spot you until they passed you. It also helped you were wearing darker clothes. Otherwise whoever it was might get some sort of idea. And if they did spot you whether before or after they passed you, you were mentally preparing yourself to launch yourself into the woods & make a run for it.

You glanced over your shoulder as you walked, spotting two headlights in the distance. You hoped they would hurry & pass you by so you could walk freely again without worrying about getting snatched off the road. You already had enough stress on your plate.

The engine grew closer but as it did you could hear begin to slow down.

Great.

Still walking, not wanting to let whoever it was get closer, you spun around expecting to see a middle-aged man giving you a toothy smile. But the lights were so bright you couldn’t make out anything. All you could see was the silhouette of someone sitting in the drivers seat. They didn’t move closer, they didn’t signal for you, they didn’t do anything. Just idled there in the middle of the highway.

“Alright…” You could feel panic begin to grip you. “That’s not a red flag.”

But it didn’t stop you. You just kept walking. And as you did, you heard the truck begin to roll closer. As it did, you moved further off the highway until you were forced to walk on the dirt along the tree line.

You breathing fast at that point. As subtly as you could, you reached into your bag, looking for your taser. You had never had to use it before but you always kept it charged in the off chance you’d need to. And now seemed like it would potentially be that time.

“_____.”

The sound of your name horrified you, but more than that, it was the voice that carried it.

You spun around on your heel, staring wide-eyed as Rafe hung an arm outside his window, his eyes dead set on you.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Need a ride?” He asked, ignoring your question, but there was no sense of wanting to help you in his tone.

“Fuck no.” You spit, glaring hotly at him, “I am walking home. Carry on.”

“I’m heading there anyway.” Rafe smirked, “Booty call. You know how it goes.”

You made a face of disgust. He still had the audacity to talk poorly about Jules even after convincing her that you were the bad guy. But were you surprised? No, no you weren’t.

“Just fuck off, Rafe.” You dismissed him with a flick of your hand before marching ahead. Much to your chagrin, Rafe only followed alongside you in his truck. You made sure to keep a good distance between where you walked & where his door was. If he decided to jump you again like he had at the charity gala the previous night, you wanted a head start into the woods.

“We can talk.” He stated, “Work something out. I can get Jules to forgive you.”

You shook your head in disbelief, running your tongue along your teeth in annoyance. He was just egging you on, wanting to get a rise out of you. Like always.

“C’mon, you know you’re tempted.” His voice grew lower.

“The only thing I’m tempted to do is rip your fucking throat out & shove it up your ass so you can taste your own shit.”

“Well,” Rafe chuckled darkly, “I’d need my throat to taste it, wouldn’t I?”

Stamping your foot against the pavement, you finally stopped to face him again, “God, can you just leave me the fuck alone?! You got Jules, you won, she fucking hates my guts. I’m the bad guy in this story, I get it. Your narrative is working out great for you, Rafe. So if you’re done boasting, please! Leave. Me. Alone.”

He peered at you through heavily hooded eyes, an unimpressed smirk appearing on his face, “I didn’t win, _____. Jules isn’t who I want. You know that.”

His words chilled you to your core. It was then that you were reminded of where you were, or weren’t, which was pretty much in the middle of nowhere. Just you & Rafe.

“I just want to walk home, okay?” You felt your voice shake with fear. Rafe smiled then. He heard it, too.

“Ad I’m offering you a ride.”

You felt your eyes begin to water as you stared past him into the cab. If you got in the cab, there was no saying what he would do to you. Your chances were better outside of the truck.

“Rafe—”

“I’m not gonna ask again. Get in the truck, or I’ll fucking make you get in the truck.”

You shook your head, taking a step back. His eyes flashed to the movement before flickering back up to yours. His gaze hardened, “Fine. My way it is.”

Before he could shift his truck into park, you were already diving into the trees & running at a full sprint. It wasn’t a second or two later when you heard Rafe’s door slam shut before the sound of foliage being crushed sounded behind you.

“_____!” Rafe yelled, “Get back here!”

His voice, full of anger & determination, bounced off the trees as you ran past them & further into the woods. You couldn’t see shit in the dark & you could feel your ankles stumbling & whining in discomfort as you tried to keep your feet ahead of you on the uneven earth. Scared tears coated your cheeks as you pumped your legs, begging to any god anywhere to please get you out of there. But no divine intervention intervened.

It was the worst feeling you could imagine when you felt a hand grip the fabric of your jacket & yank you backwards. The wind was knocked out of you when Rafe threw you to the forest floor.

“We coulda worked this out.” Rafe huffed as he stood over you.

You rolled onto your side, desperate for your lungs to open so you could breathe. But Rafe circled around you like a vulture getting ready for the kill. You weren’t sure you’d even get another breath of air before he stole whatever you had left.

“We coulda talked, came to some sort of agreement!” He yelled in frustration, “But you’re just so fucking stubborn, so fucking defiant. You like that with Jack?”

Rafe laughed darkly to himself, “Something tells me you’re not. You’re probably the most perfect woman with him.”

You gasped sharply, painfully, when your lungs finally opened. Then you were coughing. But as you were coughing, you were searching for your bag in the dark. The taser. If you got your hands on that, you may have a chance.

“Looking for this.” Rafe questioned.

In the dark, you peered over at him as he held your purse by a single finger. He shook his head knowingly before gathering it in the palm of his hand & chucking it into the forest. You heard it thud somewhere in the distance. Fresh tears escaped you as Rafe used his shoe to roll you over onto your back.

“Please, Rafe, don’t. I’m sorry for running.” You weren’t, but it was survival now to kiss up to him.

But Rafe just stared down at you, “It’s too late for your apologies.”

He bent at the knees then before grabbing a fistful of your hair & forcing you upwards into a sitting position. A pained whimper parted your lips, forcing you to bite your lip to stifle them.

“What do you want then?” You cried out, your hands clinging to the grip he held on your hair.

“Same thing as before.” Rafe responded, his voice flat & emotionless. You stopped crying to stare at him. He only gazed at you unfeelingly.

“No.” You shook in his hold. “No!”

You screamed & thrashed, trying to kick at him but Rafe easily overpowered you, forcing you back on your back as he climbed on top of you.

“No! No! No!” You screamed, cried, begged over & over again. But all of your fight was falling on deaf ears. You beat your fists against his chest & back as he wrestled with you to get your jeans off. The chill of the forest erupted your skin with goosebumps & you felt like your heart was going to burst outside of your chest.

Rafe was quick to remove his own jeans, shoving them down his thighs. Once he did, he focused on your upper half, yanking your arms out the sleeves of your jacket before pulling the top of your tube top down. You were practically fully naked in the middle of nowhere with Rafe Cameron on top of you.

But that didn’t matter. You never stopped resisting him, never stopped trying to get him off you or hurt him. Everything you did though, it was like it didn’t register to him. Like he didn’t feel any of it. You knew Rafe was scary but this was a new level. He was a fucking monster.

His fingers hooked around the fabric of your underwear & tugged on it until you heard the seams snap & tear. You desperately reached for the back of his hand, grabbing two handfuls of his hair before yanking as hard as you could.

It was the first reaction Rafe gave. He hissed in response, ripping his head out from under your grasp. It was a short-lived win before you saw him raise the back of his hand & whip it across your face. A sharp gasp left you at the assault, & you tasted blood on your tongue as your lower lip burned.

“This is what you said, _____.” Rafe snarled as he finished tearing your underwear from your body, “’Man up & give her what she deserves’. Those are your words.”

Sobs racked your body as he repeated back to you your own demand of him.

“That’s exactly,” He snatched you by the throat & raised you up enough until his face was only an inch away from your own, “what I’m doing. I’m giving you exactly what you deserve. What I should’ve done from the beginning.”

He released you, & your head smacked against the soft earth but it did little to comfort the blow.

You whimpered like a beaten & abused dog as Rafe wrestled your legs apart to fit himself snugly in between them. You placed your hands on his chest, using all your strength to prevent him from crushing you with his body but your strength was nothing compared to his. He forced your elbows to bend as he lowered himself on top of you until your chest were pressed against one another.

“Don’t cry.” He kissed you on the side of your mouth, forcing you to whip your face away from him, “It’s nothing we haven’t done already.”

A sharp pain shot up your spine as Rafe forced himself inside you. He chuckled darkly to himself as one of his hands caught you by your chin, forcing you to look at him. You desperately searched for anywhere else to look that wasn’t him but he was all you could see. That smug & evil smirk, the glint & prideful glow in his eyes. It only grew worse when he began to groan as he snapped his hips against yours.

Your fingers dug themselves into the earth as Rafe raped you on the forest floor. You were hyperventilating beneath him, unfeeling from the waist down, but it was a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from. You wished you could do what some women had reported happening when they were raped & how they were able to shut off their mind & go anywhere else, but yours wasn’t doing that. It was happening & you couldn’t stop it.

Rafe tucked his face into your neck as he moaned loudly & freely, like a predator having caught his unwilling prey in the world of beasts. No one was coming. No one could hear your cries. This was Darwinism at it’s finest. Only the strong survived.

Your tears had stopped but you were still panting, staring past Rafe’s head at the tops of the trees. You couldn’t make out the night sky beyond them. Everywhere you looked was pitch darkness, & you saw it most whenever Rafe forced you to look at him while he fucked you to his hearts content.

It felt like hours before he finally came. He growled like the beast he was as he thrusted himself inside you as deep as he could go. You groaned in pain as your hips flared at the stretch of them. Your body shook beneath him as he stilled completely above you. But you could still feel his cock spitting his seed inside of you. The fact of that made bile rise in your throat.

Rafe rolled off you a second later, hissing as his own body shook with the aftershocks of his orgasm. An ungodly burning & stinging pain originated from between your legs & you were terrified to see what he did to you.

Then he started laughing. It wasn’t the loud, jovial kind you often heard in your bar, but the snarky, cocky kind that reminded you exactly of who he was in high school. You had heard it plenty of times.

“God, that was good.” Rafe breathed out, “My imagination whenever I fuck Jules doesn’t even come close to that.”

Jules’ face flashed through your mind & you rushed upwards. You turned to the side, holding your stomach as you bent over & vomited. Tears returned to your eyes, blurring your already dizzying vision as you emptied what little contents were in your stomach. As you continued to only throw up stomach acid & a few bites of food, you felt a hand on your back.

A fit of fury came over you & you lashed out at Rafe as he attempting to comfort you. After he just raped you! It was a joke.

But Rafe yowled as you swung your arm at him. This stole your attention & you peered through your dirtied hair as Rafe held his face. When he removed his hand to inspect his hand, you marveled at the three scratch marks going from his forehead down over his right eye & ending on his cheek.

All you could do was start laughing. And then you couldn’t stop. You were laughing hysterically, pointing at Rafe like he was a kid on the playground who just got humiliated in front of everyone. He snarled at you, knocking your hand away & catching you by the throat.

“You think that’s funny?” He sneered.

You grinned, still laughing despite your air being restricted. Rafe growled before throwing you back to the forest floor.

“I’ll tell you what’s funny, _____.” He yanked on your shoulder, turning you over to face him, “Here’s the deal. And its your only two options so I’d listen real fucking close.”

You glared up at him, wanting nothing more than to finished what claws did & tear his skin completely from his face.

“You’re gonna get in my fucking truck, we’re going to the apartment, & you’re going to go to your room. I’m going into Jules & I’m either going to A. break up with her & tell her we’re together or B. do to her what I just did to you. And I’ll do far worse to her.”

The threat forced your panic riddled body to leap upwards, “Don’t!”

“I won’t, unless you make me. That’s your choice, _____. I either stay with her & hurt her every fucking day, or I get you & I’ll never lay a finger on her.”

You shook your head, staring up at him, “Please, Rafe, you got what you wanted. Just leave us alone.”

He sighed, kneeling down to be eye level with you, “I want you. All of you. All the time. And for everyday I go without that, Jules will suffer.”

Imagining Rafe doing to Jules what he just did to you forced fresh sobs from you. You covered your mouth to stifle the cries. You couldn’t let him do that to her. You didn’t care if it meant she’d hate you forever. You just couldn’t let him hurt her. No one deserved that. Not even you. But were strong. You may have been Rafe’s prey that night, but you were a survivor. But if you knew what Rafe was doing to Jules every day in & night out, you’d never be able to live with yourself. One way or another, someone was getting hurt. You knew it had to be you.

“So?” Rafe tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, “We have a deal?”

You leaned away from his touch, but peered up at him through your wet lashed.

Rafe saw the resolve in your eyes. He grinned devilishly.

Only the strong survive, you repeated to yourself.

Only the strong survive.

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Request: You know that scene from The Show must go on with Charlie and Vaggie singing the reprise of "More Than Anything" On the night before the battle with the angel exorcists? Well can you do that but with Husk and his s/o with the two talking about how much has happened but they’ll always stand by each other’s side even if they’re freaking terrified about the outcome of it all and saying the word “I love you” for the first time in the process

|| Is 'I Love You' Enough to Survive This? || Husk x reader

Combining these two together!! Here ya go! :3

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, hazbin spoilers, fighting, violence, established relationship

a/n: the alastor fan in me tried my best to not skew this is Al's favor 😭😭 I'm so down bad for him

If this was the end, you needed to make it count. The Exterminators were coming any minute now and there's no telling just how long Alastor's shield would hold. The weight of your deal with the Radio Demon was heavy in the back of your mind.

"Let Husker go, take me instead! I'll do what you want, just set him free, please! I'll make a deal with you!" You hold your hand out towards the red demon, his wicked grin only deepening.

"Hey, babe, no! Don't, it's not worth it--" A burst of green magic fills the hallway, cutting off Husk's sentence; Alastor's hand is clasped in yours. The deal has been struck.

Alastor smirks, snapping his fingers. The glowing green collar and chain leaves Husk's throat and wraps around yours. A contract materializes before you, you do your best to drown out Husk's pleas as you sign your soul away to Alastor.

"Alastor, you twisted fucker! Let them out of this! They don't owe ya anything!" Husk snarls, fur fluffing up. Alastor clicks his tongue, lips curling into a smirk. Radio static seems to purr from the demon.

Unphased as always. "They made their choice, Husker. You're free. Enjoy it."

It wasn't long after that the Hotel was besieged by the angelic Exorcists. Alastor's shield shatters beneath the holy power of Adam and Lute; the war has begun. Let the extermination commence.

Bodies littered the front yard of the hotel. The surviving angels have retreated, carrying Adam's dead body with them. Sir Pentious had bravely sacrificed himself for his friends and Alastor retreated to lick his own wounds from facing Adam head-on.

You were standing in yours and Husk's shared bedroom. He wouldn't look at you. His shoulders dropped low, there is pain in his yellow eyes.

"I appreciate what you did for me, honey, but I wish you didn't. Alastor is not the kind of person ya want owning your soul, but at least he seems to like ya well enough. I'm thankful for that. Ya got moxie." Husk sighed, turning to fully face you now. "I was scared to lose you. Before I could even tell you that I love ya. I love you, darlin'."

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Your hands slip against his paws, smiling as you cup his furry cheeks. "I love you too, Husker." Nuzzling his nose softly, you share a slow, intimate kiss. "I've got a word or two to share with Alastor.. He may look like a fuckin' twig but he's strong. His downfall is that he's also on a leash. I'm gonna get you out of this, even if it's the last damned thing I do."

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I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole, and then I followed it in, I watched myself crawling out as I was a-crawling in. I got up so tight, I couldn't unwind, I saw so much, I broke my mind… —“Just Dropped In (to See What Condition My Condition Was In),” The First Edition (1968)

It Keeps Right On A-Hurtin’ #28 - Ring-a-Ding-Ding VII

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Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to type those words? "End of Volume 2?" We have been on Volume 2 for just over three years. Obviously it's unfair to compare it to the breakneck pace of Volume 1, because... I got burned out (I got better), I got divorced (I got better), and most importantly, I've spent all three of these years overhauling my approach to art, which is to say, I got better. My canvas size doubled because my initial naive approach of "smaller pages means less art, which means faster art" was holding me back: I wanted more art, and the subjects of too many panels had gotten flubbed due to what was basically a pathetically low rendering distance. I revamped my approach to coloring entirely, leaning into a vibrant, saturated, and faux-comic halftone style that I vastly prefer to my more grounded, gradient-driven work beforehand. I changed IKROAH's font (Unmasked!), I changed Agnes's appearance slightly (she's far less gaunt, which was an early design choice I've thrown away, plus I think I'm much better at drawing her consistently now), and so much more. Comics are a time-consuming artform and while a lot of what made this volume take so long was out of my control, and well worth not pushing myself through, the total reinvention of how I actually make comics was the single best thing to come out of Volume 2.

It's a lot of lessons and groundwork that I'm very eager to take into Volume 3, which I have spent every single one of these years viciously impatient for. Now, it's finally here. See you at the cover reveal.

Original Pencils

Something that I have been working a lot harder on with my art lately is inking: actual inking, not merely "outlining" and figuring out the rest by the seat of my pants digitally. I've come to realize that the fewer steps of my production process that I try to do digitally, the more fun it is to make art as a whole, and inking was something that I was very intimidated by for the longest time. What happens if I mess up! It's permanent marker, after all! But after all the practice that I've done, I'm really happy with how bold and confident the shadows are on this issue, and they're perfect for how moody and dramatically lit the whole thing is. You can compare the pencils to the inks to the final products and really see how I planned out the overall composition.

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INT. LUCKY 38 PRESIDENTIAL SUITE, VERY LATE AT NIGHT. The lights are all off in this luxurious, distinctly pre-war abode. It is almost empty.

RADIO: Welcome back to the program, folks. This is Mr. New Vegas—and I hope I'm not coming on too strong. We've got some news for you, coming right up.

The only real light in the suite comes from the glowing screen of the Securitron VICTOR, standing in front of the private elevator.

RADIO: Tops Hotel owner Benny has been killed by an unidentified assailant. According to his fellow Chairmen, shots were heard in his private suite, and his body was found inside. They are urging all visitors to please keep an eye out for suspicious individuals and behavior on the New Vegas Strip. The new head of the Chairmen, Benny's former right-hand man Swank, consoled mourners: "If I know my pal Benny, he's swinging with the Big Cat Upstairs as we speak. Or he's chasing some angel broad with cans as big as her halo!"

RADIO: In other news—

In a guest bedroom off to the side, ROSE OF SHARON CASSIDY is sound asleep. Her belongings are neatly folded on the dresser, except for the cocktail dress that she was wearing, which has been thrown onto the ground.

RADIO: —refugees at Bitter Springs are giving startling accounts of the legate known as Lanius, who is said to be Caesar's top field commander. One refugee told us the legate took over an underperforming squad of troops by beating its commander to death in full viw of everyone. The legate then ordered a tenth of his own force be killed by the other nine tenths. And you thought your boss was a pain!

RADIO: You know, I think all news, whether it's good or bad, brings us closer together. Don't you?

Directly across from the elevator, across from VICTOR, are the shut doors to the master bedroom.

RADIO: These headlines, brought to you by Vault 21...Vault 21! Everything is better when you experience it...in a vault.

Inside the master bedroom, AGNES SANDS sits on the edge of the bed, wide awake. The RADIO plays from her PIP-BOY, which provides a slight amount of light in the dark room.

RADIO: Gonna play a song for you right now—it's about that special someone, that you can only find once...in a "Blue Moon."

"Blue Moon" begins to play from the radio. AGNES's head remains lowered in rumination.

Suddenly, the radio broadcast cuts out.

SFX: KZZRRRSSHHTTZ

RADIO: Has your life taken a turn?

A NEW VOICE speaks on the radio. It's dreamy, seductive.

RADIO: Do troubles beset you? Has fortune left you behind?

AGNES remains in thought.

But then: she lifts her head.

And she looks over at the radio.

RADIO: If so, then the Sierra Madre Casino,

The PIP-BOY displays: 11.09.81, 4:13. <<Signal Unknown>>

RADIO: in all its glory, invites you

AGNES listens.

RADIO: to begin again.

AGNES is now somewhere else.

EXT. MOJAVE DESERT. At sunrise, AGNES SANDS is perched atop a ridge somewhere in the desert. Her overcoat billows behind her, and her shoulder-mounted flashlight beams straight ahead. She looks manic. In one hand, she clutches her duffel bag, full of every belonging she has. Her other hand is wearing her PIP-BOY, and the radio broadcast continues:

RADIO: Come to a place where wealth, excitement, and intrigue await around every corner. Stroll along the winding streets of our beautiful resort. Make new friends...or rekindle old flames. Let your eyes take in the luxurious expanse of the open desert, under clear starlit skies. Gaze straight on into the sunset from our scenic Villa rooftops. Countless diversions await. Gamble in our casino, take in the theater, or stay in one of our exclusive executive suites that will shelter you...and cater to your every whim.

Below the ridge is a pile-up of wrecked shipping containers. One of them opens up toward the surface like a gaping throat of metal. It leads somewhere, deeper into the earth.

RADIO: So if life's worries have weighed you down—if you need an escape from your troubles—or if you just need an opportunity to begin again—

The source of the broadcast signal is coming from INSIDE.

RADIO: —then join us.

AGNES descends into the container, revealing a makeshift staircase of sheet metal that leads into darkness.

RADIO: Join us, let go, and leave the world behind...

The signal from inside the tunnel is now audible. It overlaps with AGNES's PIP-BOY...

RADIO: Join us, let go, and leave the world behind...

Until she sees it.

RADIO: ...at the Sierra Madre Grand Opening.

A pre-war, art deco type radio, sitting on a metal pedestal. It speaks to her.

RADIO: ...at the Sierra Madre Grand Opening.

AGNES stares at the radio, bewildered.

She barely notices the HULKING FIGURE about to grab her from behind.

RADIO: We'll be waiting.

END OF VOLUME 2

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #dead money #agnes sands #it keeps right on a hurtin #ikroah archive #volume 02 #28

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—𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭

✦ pairing: zhongli x reader ; some diluc x reader & venti x reader

✦ warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

✦ w/c: 2.2k

✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, casino harem au, use of alcohol, jealousy sex, cunniligus, fingering, some temperture play, doggy-style, creampie, unedited

✦ summary: after exploring and enjoying your time at the golden celeste hotel in las vegas owned by the one and only zhongli, he comes searching for you with something clearly plaguing his mind

✦ a/n: welcome to kinktober everyone! hope you enjoy!

Jazz music played throughout the loudspeakers of the casino, almost drowned out by the laughter occurring by the crowd on the floor. Golden arches glowed under the fluorescent hues of the light, the ceiling above painted above as if it were the sky of the heavens itself.

People decorated in their best fits, from stylish pantsuits to the tightest little dresses that hugged every curve of the body. Some sat on each other’s laps, clapping as they pulled the slot machine down hoping to see those magic three numbers glaring down. Others leaned against the player's table, laughing in glee as they put another wad of cash down as the dealers slide them a neck set of cards for whatever match they were in.

And this was only on the show floor. There were always many things to do at the Golden Celeste, the best and most well-known casino and resort throughout the world. Some would be at the bar hoping to get a taste of the famous Ragvinder’s concoctions. Others were lined up in restaurants, moaning in absolute pleasure getting to taste the world-renowned Kaedehara’s foods. And some were bouncing to the rhyme of the music like the famous DJ, Venti made the stage a party no one wanted to stop.

For most, it was a fantasy playground for them to experience for about a week, but for you, it would be your forever—thanks to the various connections you had made along the way.

You walked in strides, in your luxurious outfit laughing as two men stood beside you. Diluc, the red-headed bartender walked next to you, large palms brushing against your own every now and again trying to hype himself up to finally weave his fingers with your own. Venti, the other man next to you, leaned against your side, arm lazily around your waist with a grin beaming from his pale face.

And these were only two men of your copious connections here.

“Come on, come on! You have to join me on stage tonight. I even got a few of Kaeya’s peeps coming for the visuals. He’ll be there too!~ So you have to come, come! Come!” Venti whined out. Diluc only sighed, rolling his eyes.

“If you’re looking for a more enjoyable night, than those drunkards, we have a private wine tasting event. Some of the best wine throughout the world will get to be yours to enjoy, love,” he mumbled. Venti puffed his cheeks out and poked his tongue out in a childish manner.

“Of course, you do this when I have a scheduled event! Why didn’t you invite me, Diluc!” Venti grumbled as the three of you walked by the elevator

Just as Diluc was about to give a retort, a ding rang out from the machine—doors opening up to reveal Zhongli there. His stoic eyes widened slightly, recognizing the three of you before his thin lips curved into a smile.

“Ah, just who I was looking for,” Zhongli murmured. The two men beside you narrowed their eyes as Zhongli grabbed your hand, pressing his lips on the top of it—gloved thumb tenderly stroking your fingers.

“I wanted to see if I could have you to myself tonight. It seems that you might have, other plans, but I hope to convince you nonetheless,” he stated. Venti sighed, wanting to complain but the shorter male only frown and pulled up his phone as if to ignore the casino owner. Diluc, on the other hand, simply turned his head to you—silently questioning your choice.

A sigh escaped your lips before you put on a smile, pressing your palm on Diluc’s cheek.

“I think it’s best if I go with him. I’ll catch up with you sometime later Diluc,” you said, letting his now redden cheek go.

“I’ll see you later Venti. Good luck on the show and tell Kaeya, we’ll schedule something soon,” you hummed, pressing your lips to his forehead.

Zhongli put his arm out towards you, and you took it and headed back to the elevator. He pressed a keycard on the base of it, and pressed the highest floor given, the penthouse suite, before the doors slowly closed, leaving you and Zhongli together, alone.

Your eyes drifted to Zhongli’s figure, the prestigious man who seemed to have the world in the palm of his hand. His golden eyes focused on the doors, his foot slightly tapping along with the quaint slow jazz music playing in the elevator. A pricy brown suit adorned his body, perfectly fitted to show off his sculpted form.

Even though his arm wrapped around at your waist, hands slowly caressing at the edges of your hips, he still felt distant from you in a way. Typically Zhongli was known for small chatting, which would drag on for hours on what varying topic recently caught his eye, but he remained quiet and stoic.

You could only gulp trying to ease your beating heart, noticing you were finally almost to the penthouse suite. As the elevator once again dinged, signaling your arrival, Zhongli escorted to you your room—once again flashing that key card as the two of you made yourself comfortable.

As the door closed, you made your way over to the bedroom—where Zhongli followed. Grabbing a sparkling Decatur, Zhongli screwed the crystal on top off, pouring a glass of his favorite whiskey. Placing the item down. His eyes flickered to you, noticing you were watching him as his lips curved into a smile.

“Did you want me to fix you a drink? Forgive me for not asking earlier,” Zhongli asked. You shook your head, as Zhongli hummed in response, taking a sip of the bitter liquid before placing it on a coaster on the bedside table. He soon walked in front of you, hand reaching up to tenderly clasp your chin.

“...I’m curious, so forgive me if this is out of the blue but, how have you been enjoying your stay here at my casino?” Zhongli murmured, thumb pressed along your bottom lip. Your body shivered, feeling his cold silver ring on that digit.

“I’ve really enjoyed my whole experience here, you know that Zhongli. Everyone is so kind to me and lovely. It’s like a dream I never want to wake up from,” you murmured, playing with a stray hair out of nervousness. Your eyes shot away from him, lips curling downwards.

“Are you, by chance…jealous, Zhongli?” you questioned. Zhongli began to cough, caught off guard by your question before clearing his throat and masking it with a chuckle. He tapped on your lips again, getting your eyes to look back at his. He slowly weaved his hands with your own, bringing you up to the bed and close to his firm chest.

“Hmm…I don’t think jealous is the right word for what I’m feeling right now,” Zhongli admitted, hands slowly tugging on your outfit. You could hear the zipper begin to pull down, cool air touching your once-covered skin.

“...More like, I feel neglected, in a way,” he finished. Your lips quivered hearing the zipper pull down and down revealing more and more of your body. The outfit, now not tightened against your form, easily slipped off and pooled own to your feet— revealing your nude chest to him. His lips pressed against the shell of your ear, warm breath leaving the hairs on your body alert.

“I just need you to pay a little more attention to me is all,” he whispered. He leaned away, eyes taking in the beautiful form of your figure. Zhongli slowly guides you to sit on the bed, his gloved hands pressed on both of your soft thighs, letting his knees rest on the ground.

Zhongli inched close, gradually taking your underwear down to the floor. Ribbons of your slick clung onto the fabric, leaving him to chuckle at the sight of your cunt already drooling for him. Protruding out the flat of his tongue, Zhongli pressed it against your folds feeling you jolt by the sudden pleasure wavering throughout your body. The muscles soon finds itself swirling around the bud. A moan escaped your lips—to his pleasure—before he began to continuously swipe against your clit.

Your hands soon darted out, grabbing onto Zhongli’s silken brown locks. His lips pressed against the sensitive nub as a kiss, as he soon sucked on it—lapping up all the juices managing to escape out of your velvety folds.

As he felt your thighs quiver at his nonstop ministration on your clit, his two fingers, covered in his leather gloves pressed against your entrance, slowly sinking themselves in. You’re body jolted once more, noting the odd coldness from his ring pressing against your folds before his name left your lips once more, feeling his finger plunged inside of you. His digits curled continuously, massaging against the spongy insides causing you to tighten and cave onto his fingers.

The sound of Zhongli slurping, as you swiped and flicked onto your needy clit and knuckle deep within you, started to make your stomach churn. The grip on his hair grew tighter as your thighs slowly pulled in, pressing against the side of Zhongli’s face. He caught only grab onto one, gloved nails digging into the side as to not strangle him—eyes shut tight— as he was so focused on getting you to cum.

His name once more shot out throughout the room. Your body tried convulsing in pleasure, but was held down by Zhongli’s grip, a smirk adorning his glossy lips stained with your essence. As you tried catching your breath, you tried to stop yourself from whining feeling Zhongli’s long fingers finally leave your cunt.

His tongue strode along the wet substances on the glove. He removed his ring, letting it all onto the floor before biting down on the leather and removing it from his hands altogether. His other glove soon found itself in the same state. Zhongli slowly disrobed himself as your eyes slightly widen, noting the intricate tattoos adorned on Zhongli’s muscled arms. You never expected a man such as himself to have so much art on his body.

He soon found himself on top of you, slowly positioning you to lay on your stomach—knees and elbows up, showing off your essence cascading down your inner thighs. Zhongli pressed his heavy cock against your slit, letting the tip nudge against your overstimulated clit, eliciting a yelp from you. Tapping on your wet folds and gathering up the slick, Zhongli let his cock slowly dip in, sliding inside of you.

A deep groan emitted from him as you grabbed onto the bedsheets, feeling your walls stretching out to accommodate his hefty length. As he bottomed out, his hands found their way to your waist. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on your back before snapping his hips into you, drilling his cock inside of you. Your whole body moved to the rugged pace, cock feeling you up so deeply you swore you could feel his tip pressing against your cervix.

His eyes wandered, watching the fat of your ass shake with every deep stroke he gave, his hand beginning to maneuver under you, rubbing circles on your clit.

Your body couldn’t keep up with the pleasure once he began hitting the spongy part inside of you, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. With your mouth again, calling his name repeatedly, your upper body strength waned—letting your head fall straight to the bed, your ass even higher in the air for him to try to get deeper inside of you.

His large hand grabbed onto the globe of your ass to the side, watching his cock plunge inside at a rapid pace. Your supple inside began caving down on your cock, as Zhongli clenched his jaw tightly—having a harder time thrusting inside of you. With his heavy balls smacking inside of you, you soon dug your fingers tightly against the silk sheets screaming his name, your body tensing and shivering in pleasure as you reached your high.

With one last stroke deep inside of you, thick ropes of cum spurted out of him, groaning as his hips jerked a few times as he emptied himself out. His softening cock slowly left you, snapping the string of cum that once connected itself with his tip and your folds. It didn’t take long for a small river of his cum to drip from you, as you finally let your lower form fall to the sheets—trying to catch your breath.

Zhongli hummed, laying down beside you. His large tattooed arms wrapped around your form, guiding your head to rest on your chest. The smell of sweat and sex was heavy in the air adorned by your favorite scent and Zhongli’s cologne. You found yourself calming yourself from your high from his heartbeat, echoing out from his chest at a steady pace, feeling his hand stroke your bare back. His lips pressed against your hair, lips curled into a smile.

“...I think jealous was the right word,” you tiredly mumbled. Zhongli simply chuckles, not saying a word in response. With a sigh, you press your hot face against his chest once more.

“...I’d never forget the person who gave me such an opportunity, Zhongli. You were my first and you’ll always be my first. I’ll do better to remind you when you forget,” you whispered, voice muffled against his toned skin.

Zhongli lifted his hand to caress your cheek, eyes softened further at your fatigued form.

“I’ll try to remember that, qīn ài de”

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obey-me-disaster · 1 year

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How would they spend their Valentine's Day in the human world

This is part of two of this post, but this time with the dateables. Ignore that Valentine's day has already passed ^-^

Dateable x gn!MC (without Luke)

Diavolo

He was beyond excited about spending Valentine's day with MC. Even more so in the human world. This way they can get away from prying eyes in Devildom.

Makes reservation to some of the best high end restaurants in the human world. He takes the oportunity to try various foods from the human world, especially the ones that MC seems to like.

This is the guy that bought a plot of land for Lucifer just for fun. He will spoil the hell out of MC. I am talking about the finest of jewelry/clothes/items related to their hobbies. He does not hold back.

After dinner he takes MC to explore the city. If it's a city they are familiar with he will beg ask them to show him around. If they are in an unfamiliar place he will insist they go sight seeing together.

He will get some weird looks from people. While in the human world no one knows him as the future king of Devildom, he is still the owner of one of the most successful hotel chains. Also he is dressed extremely fancy but that's beside the point.

He got no sense of danger when it comes to human world. It's canon that he does not understand the concept of stranger danger. He will get scammed if MC is not careful not that his wallet would feel it..

Barbatos

It's Diavolo that convinces him to go celebrate it in the human world. That way he would be far away from his duties as a butler.

Since he is in the human world he wants to try and bake different pastries. He will especially try to make ones that he thinks MC might like.

Would love it even more if they joined him in both shopping for ingredients and baking. It would be like a cute cooking date before actually going out.

Once they are done with baking Barbatos will take them out to have a picnic somewhere with a nice view and away from people. With his powers that could be anywhere. Literally-

MC will have to stop him from trying to serve them different foods and actually relax and not act like a butler. Nothing that a bottle of demonus can't solve MC gotta thank Diavolo for giving them some of his expensive demonus

In theory, once their date is gone they could easily go back to Devildom using Barbatos's powers but he decides to spend the night in the human world. Once he will be back to Devildom he will get busy again, so he wants to enjoy MC's company as much as he can while they are still alone with him.

Depending on MC they could also go to a metal concert while in the human world. He likes that kind of music.

Simeon

It doesn't matter if the two of them will go eat somewhere, he still prepared some home made snacks for the two of them. Luke even helped him!

For the first part of theit date he would love to take it slow and enjoy the human. They might go together to a library and choose a book for each other and then start reading while they eat the food he made in some park.

Once he makes sure that MC is well fed and energized he takes them to an escape room! He loves those

It would be like they have their own adventures, just like the characters in one of his books.

It would probably try to take his sweet time escaping just so he could make the date last as long as possible. He thinks he is being really smart about it...but he forgets about the employees looking through the security cameras. More like he didn't even knew about them.

Even MC noticed the he would try to slow down their escape just so they could spend time together. He could blame it on him not being good with technology so many times after all..

He got no choice but to speed up the whole thing once he got told he can't delay escaping any longer.

This happens after both of them get back to Devildom, but Simeon wants to share all the photos he took on their date...only to realize that 90% of the photos are so bad that he has to delete them...

Solomon

Date at an interactive museum. He loves to experiment and learn new things so he would take MC to one of those museums where you can interact with all sorts of things.

The two of them just spend a lot of time fooling around in there before they leave to go somewhere else. Since they are in the human world he would like to keep it 'normal' but he can't resist the temptation of taking them to various magical places.

I am talking about going to see fucking fairies and magical museums that are hidden in plain sight. Anything that MC might think were only fairy tales or urban legends, he will prove them other wise.

The date quickly turns into 'showing MC all the magical stuff they didn't think it was real. On one hand he doing it that to make them happy since he likes the look on their face when they discover something new, but for the most part he is just showing off.

He even takes them flying in a place where he knows humans wouldn't see them or the levi couldn't follow them using a drone.

The night would have ended like some fairy tale if it wasn't for Solomon insisting that he cooks something for them to end things on a good note.

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thegreatstoryteller · 11 months

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He loves being the oldest and eating whatever he wants without worry of food allergy. I told him that he wouldn’t like it if he had to worry about all that weight he’s putting on his new body later, but he doesn’t listen.

Then there was my youngest! He loved the vintage aesthetic to the rooms we were given and he couldn’t stop playing with the phones there.

He was certainly happy that he was tall enough to ride all the rides at the park, but I did not like how he was now able to consume all the alcohol at the various bars around the area. But being 6′7 and confident, it’s no like anyone would think to card him. Meanwhile I was now the only one of our party not old enough to drink only being 20 years old! Gosh… maybe I shouldn’t have snuck into that bar on the final day of the trip. I can’t believe I drunkenly renewed our vacation for next year! Still trying to contact customer support to discuss cancellation!

Overall good vacation, but just make sure you inquire about the bodies before making a big trip. I still feel just like the reckless 20 year old I was a few days ago. Almost like I’m still on vacation… maybe another trip will do us some good in the near future.

AlwysABridesMaid: 3.5 out of 5 stars

So I like to imagine myself being very open minded when it comes to these swaps and vacations! I’ve tried out loads of these vacations with my girlfriends and I when we did sorority parties in college! However, I’ve got to say this is the first time me AND my entire party ended up as ALL guys. Normally it wouldn’t be an issue as we love exploring new experiences and locations, but I don’t think my best friend the bride envisioned being surrounded by a bunch of hairy men during her wedding ceremony. That’s right every single one of her bridesmaids were now half a foot taller and a lot more manly than she expected. I’m mostly mad that I couldn’t fit into our tailor made dress. That being said, the wedding still went off without a hitch! We had so much fun doing spa days, bachelorette parties, and the actual day of wedding in our new bodies despite the small hiccup.

Would I do this again? Definitely given a heads up about the party. But now that I’m intimately aware of some new male physiology I’d definitely like to try it again. The best man certainly wants to do some more exploration with me after last night. Anyway, has anyone ever heard of the so called “side effects” people keep referring to? The bridesmaids and I all found ourselves inside these book smart engineers and now I feel like my IQ is through the roof. All the girls and I can do at the nail salon is just gab about research papers, new theorems, and the latest technological marvels making the news!

WifeGuy88: 1 out of 5 stars

I swear I’m a feminist. Gotta get that out there before I say that I’m not sure my wife and I should do another of these trips. I heard that there used to be lots of safety procedures when it came to these swaps, but I recently heard that unlike Swap Hotels, they do not have to cover any kinds of safety or ethical costs associated with normal swapping.

I’m getting ahead of myself. The reason I’m not jazzed about Body Swap N’ B is because… I was a bit jealous my wife was bigger than me…. I know we booked a room for a loving couple…. But I didn’t expect both pairs of that couple to be male. Being a former college athlete and finding myself in a 5 foot nothing twink was a big enough shock.

But when my wife came stomping in from the other room as a big mass of hair and muscle… well let’s just say that weekend went very differently than I imagined… It all feels like such a blur…. And my ass is still sore…

But no! I’m leaving this as a warning. There are reviews saying your mind thinks differently after the swaps and that some people are claiming they are stuck in those bodies longer than they like! Also my girlfiend signed us up for another trip and due to their zero cancellation policy I know we’re gonna be there sooner than later if things go their way! Not that I mind…. I rather liked being thrown around by a larger man for a change… I’m sure it’s gonna be a lot of fun… but that doesn’t take away from the fact that this company can’t keep getting away with this. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find my wife some new male outfits that she wants to try for our next vacation.

BenTheOrganizer: 5 out of 5 stars

Great for family reunions!

Normally I was the one that plans all these big family events. Criticism here and there about this location being too hot, too cold, or too far. But hey! Finally got a family gathering we can get behind! Who would’ve thought that it was when my entire family were in the body of one of the biggest college fraternities in the state! Turns out aunt Marjorie doesn’t have time to comment on my lack of partner when she’s doing a keg stand while uncle Larry cheers her on. Turns out cousin Jeremiah can’t brag about making partner as his law firm when he can finally cut loose dancing to some music! Racist grandpa Marvin won’t be making any problematic remarks about minorities when he’s enjoying his big black body so much. And the younger second cousins aren’t nearly as annoying when you can share some beers with them while we all test out our new muscles in the frat’s personal gym.

My parents were surprisingly the most into the idea. My mom and dad are some of the most heteronormative couples I know but it wasn’t 5 minutes before someone found them making out the frat house locker room. They kept saying it wasn’t gay if it was two bros, but I don’t think any amount of “No Homo” could save face there. Especially when they were caught a few hours later doing the same thing.

As for me… well maybe I put myself into the hottest guy there, the frat president, on purpose when I filled in the special requests portion. But hey. I think I deserve it for a job well done. In fact as I’m writing this review I’m still in his body! After all thanks to the “Extend your Stay” option, we were able to extend our swap vacation for another 2 weeks. Maybe if this continues going so well I can talk to the company about having us keep these bodies. I don’t think my entire family can go back to their old lives when they are loving being loud, raucous, muscle heads every day of the week. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got another frat party to plan. Thanks Body Swap N’ B!

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the-badger-mole · 6 months

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AU Bot Plot: Can't Waste a Good Party

It was a disastrous wedding. Katara had been dubious about accepting a catering job for her older brother's college friend's wedding, having been warned by so many other wedding vendors never to work for friends and family. She thought it would be fine since she'd never actually met Zuko, and his insanely rich family had offered her a generous bonus on top of her full fee. It had been hard to turn down, especially since her business was still so new.

The wedding, Sokka had told his sister, was between Zuko and his off again/on again girlfriend, Mai. Privately, Sokka had told Katara, he wasn't thrilled that Zuko was marrying a woman Sokka had dubbed an emotional succubus, but Mai's father owned a company that Zuko's father wanted closer professional ties to. Hence why Ozai Kaji was spending a fortune on his son's wedding. Katara thought it was a bit antiquated use an arranged marriage that way, but it was none of her business as long as the check cleared. And it did.

Now Katara was glad that she'd added a no refunds clause to her contract. The bride hadn't shown up. No call; no note; no friend to tell Zuko and the gathered families what happened. She just didn't show up. And poor Zuko was left standing at the altar looking hurt, embarrassed and confused while around him the guests were in an uproar.

Sokka, proving himself the right choice for best man, snuck Zuko out the back while Ozai and Mai's father, Ukano shouted back and forth about what this meant for their business ventures. The wedding was taking place at a sprawling resort hours away from anyone's home, so leaving wasn't really an option that night. Sokka had made a call, a few guests who'd been sat in the back row snuck out as the warring families hurled insults and abuses back and forth. No one else had even thought of the reception yet.

Katara took no convincing, and with the wedding planner still tied up at the ceremony venue, there was no one to stop a party from happening. Sokka and Zuko's uncle, Iroh, convinced the jilted groom that he needed to eat, and there was no sense in letting good food go to waste. Iroh had offered to sponsor the bar that evening as a wedding present, and saw no need to change that plan, though now he paid the venue owner to keep out anyone else from the wedding unless he or Sokka said they could come in. They had some serious bucking up to do that evening.

"I'm sorry this happened to you, man," Sokka was saying as he pressed a glass of whiskey into Zuko's hand. "But I've gotta tell ya, I always thought Mai was wrong for you. She was so mean! I couldn't understand why you put up with her. Father or no."

"Sokka's right," said Suki. "I know you kept saying she made you happy, but all you two ever talked about was how miserable you were."

"I never said I was miserable," Zuko protested. "I said we hate the same things."

"Oh, and that's such a healthy foundation for a marriage," Suki snorted.

"Well, we can't all be you two," Zuko waved between Sokka and Suki. "So grossly into each other."

"Oh, trust me," Suki raised her brow at Zuko. "You and Mai were plenty gross." Zuko scowled at his friends, and then slumped back into his seat with a groan.

"I'll never find anyone else," he said. "Mai was the only one who would even consider marrying me."

"You'll find someone else," Sokka promised. "Dude, you're a total catch! Suki, back me up."

"You are an absolute hottie," Suki affirmed. "If I wasn't madly in love with Sokka, I'd take a run at you myself."

"Alright, that's enough!" Sokka tossed a crumpled napkin at Suki.

"What?" Suki laughed. "I was just cheering him up."

"I'm glad you two are able to find things to laugh about," Zuko cut in. "It's not like my life is falling apart or anything."

"Sorry, man," Sokka said, patting Zuko's back. "We're just trying to help."

"Then let me go back to the hotel," Zuko snapped.

"It's better to lay low here," Sokka insisted. "Iroh's got the front door covered, so none of your crazy family can get in. If you go back to the hotel, everyone's going to be hounding you. We've got a party of ten here with no crazy aunts or in-laws or fathers. We've got food, we've got booze. Once Jin figures out how to connect her phone to the sound system, we'll have all the sad music you want." Sokka looked around conspiratorially and then whispered to Zuko. "Plus, I have it on good authority that Jin might be happier than most that your wedding got cancelled, if you know what I mean."

"Sokka," Suki chided.

"What, baby?" he looked at Suki with wide eyes. "I didn't say you told me."

"Sokka!"

"What's my brother done now?"

"Hey! Here's the world's greatest chef!" Sokka cheered. "Is dinner ready or what?"

"I was just coming to let you know we'll be setting it out soon. I'm sorry it wasn't ready. I was anticipating more time." Zuko turned to say something, but then he froze.

"It's fine," Suki said quickly. "The appetizers are delicious."

"And the bar's open, so we're all good," Sokka said. Katara raised her brow at her brother.

"I see," she said. Then she turned to Zuko with what she hoped was a professionally sympathetic face. "I'll get the food set up, and then I'll be out of your way."

"You can stay," Zuko said hurriedly. He ducked his head and shrugged. "If you want. It's...it's not like you need to work the reception anymore."

"I don't want to intrude," Katara started.

"No, stay!" Suki insisted. "You've worked hard. You deserve a break. Right, Zuko?"

"Yeah, sis!" Sokka pressed. "Join the party! Zuko just dodged a nuclear missile. We need to fill him with booze and food and cake until he recognizes this was a good thing."

"Sokka!" Katara gasped. She rolled her eyes and turned to Zuko. "I apologize for my brother. He was taught better, but I guess it didn't stick."

"It's fine," Zuko said. "And it's fine if you stay."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Suki said, pulling out the seat between her and Zuko.

#atla #zutara #sukka #au bot plots #runaway bride #THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!

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daddy-bradley · 2 years

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Honeymoon Blues

(NOT MY GIF! CREDIT TO OWNER!)

Summary: It’s the night of your wedding with Bradley and you both celebrate your union together after your ceremony and after-party.

Warning(s): Smut (18+), Minors do not interact, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, penetration (p in v), descriptive foreplay, cum play, intimacy x10, major flufffffff

Super long (Sorry not sorry)

You couldn’t stop hearing the phrase from repeating in your head over and over-

“I now pronounce you husband and wife..”

You couldn’t stop thinking about the feeling of content that you currently feel. This signified that you and Bradley were not brought together as one. No longer individuals, and who now share the last name Bradshaw.

Bradley and you were now husband and wife, and as you currently lie on your hotel bed before you guys officially kickstart your honeymoon, you couldn’t help but reminisce your most memorable day.

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The feeling of your heart pounding out of your chest as you wait behind the backdrop to open up so you could see the aisle was making the anticipation worst. The only thing that was keeping you grounded was the tight grip you had held onto Pete as you both prepared to walk.

“Relax honey, you’ll be fine, I won’t let you fall.” he reassured you as he tried to keep your nerves at bay.

Taking a deep breath, you decide to take his advice, because knowing you, if you continue to worry, something bad will surely happen. Taking multiple deep breaths, you calm yourself. It wasn’t until the sound of the music started to play that you realized that this was it-

You were about to marry the love of your life.

And soon as the backdrop opened, everything suddenly vanished. The people that were currently standing to witness your union completely blurred out. Your bridesmaids and groomsmen suddenly disappeared. And all you saw was Bradley. Your Bradley.

The smile that was evident on his face was so big, that his cheeks were red. You couldn’t see it, but the tears that were forming in his eyes were trying their best not to fall. He knew he was making the right choice in marrying you. That he was sure of because if he wasn’t then he wouldn’t have heard Goose and Carol’s voice in his ear whispering,

“Good job son, we’re proud of you.”

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“What are you thinking so hard about over there?” the sound of your newly husband’s voice whispered in your ear as he interrupted your thoughts. you couldn’t help but smile and turned to look back at him taking in his handsome, chiseled, yet scarred face.

“Today, you, us.....” you replied back as you turned your body over to face him, immediately his arms wrapped around your back pulling you closer. You both just took the time to stare at each together, taking it all in that this was real.

You could feel his faint breath on your lips and if you could forever hold onto this moment, you would.

“I’m so glad you married me...” he whispered as his arms traced your back, setting shivers across your body.

“I’m surprised you married me.” you chuckled. He lightly pinched the open skin on your back in retaliation to your comment.

“Don’t talk like that. You knew how much I wanted to marry you from the start babe.” Bradley explained as his fingers trailed across your back.

“It’s just hard to believe that were married, that this is real. It doesn’t even feel like it to be honest. I just feel that I’m in some sort of dream and going to wake up one day, and this was all fake.” sighing he brings his hands up to your face and pulls you towards him. He softly presses his lips against yours and relish the feeling of them.

It wasn’t until he pulled away after a moment that he pressed his forehead to yours, caressing your cheek with careful tenderness.

“This is real, baby. You’re my wife, I’m your husband. You’re stuck with me for the rest of our lives. So, suck it up Mrs.Bradshaw, cause you aren’t ever leaving me.” he stated in a serious tone. Part of you wanted to laugh, but the other part of you knew that Bradley was dead serious.

“I could never leave you, even if you annoy me and I want to duct-tape your mouth shut sometimes.” you laughed as he began to lightly tickle your sides.

“How rude of you Mrs.Bradshaw.” he whispered and proceeded to bring you into another kiss.

“Get used to it Mr.Bradshaw.” you tell him back once you slightly broke away.

Your language of love continued on, and you could feel your skin becoming hotter, as the pace of your heartbeat began to beat faster. You could feel his hands lowering down past your stomach.

The kiss you two were currently sharing was becoming deeper and eventually you felt his moist tongue collide with yours. Automatically you could feel your most sensitive area between your legs become wet. That tongue of his was a weapon itself. You knew what it was capable of, and you were eager to get to it.

Your hands ran through his hair, messing up his slight messy curls until eventually you felt one of his hands get to your inner thigh and squeeze it. You couldn’t help but let the moan that caught in your throat escape. He was making your whole body feel as if it was on fire, and you two have barely done anything yet.

Pulling away from the kiss, which made you slightly pout you watched as he began to slide your nightgown up. He was careful in taking it off, making sure not rip any of your clothes. You guys have seen each other plenty of times, but this was different now. You were seeing each other as husband and wife. This was forever, and that is how you both wanted it to remain.

Once you were ridden of your night gown which left you in nothing but your lace panties, Bradley took this time to admire you. The feeling of his eyes staring at you was so intense, the vulnerability was almost unbearable, but it didn’t last long once he snapped out of his trance.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” he stated as his hands reached out to touch your body. He couldn’t believe that he had a woman like you in his life. If anything, he thought he was the one dreaming.

He let his hands smooth across skin, your eyes had closed in relaxation, but it wasn’t until you felt a pinch on your bare nipple that you let out a surprised gasp.

“So damn sexy, baby.” he groaned as he watched your reaction.

As he continued to play with it, he let his other hand trail down to your panties. His fingers began to play with the edge of your panties which caused a spike in your breathing. He smirked at your reaction and continued to tease you some more. Only this time, he switched his attention to the other nipple while still teasing you with your panties.

“Bradley..” the moan you released was pure sex to his ears, and if he thought that was the sexiest thing ever, then he just had to wait and see once the real fun began.

“Please stop teasing me.” you had begged him as his fingers kept toying with you.

“What is it you want baby? You gotta tell me.” he cooed at you as he continued his little game of torture.

“Your fingers.....your tongue.....anything Bradley please.” It was like a never-ending song that he wanted to replay over and over again. Deciding to show you some mercy, he took his hand away from your boobs, and pulled down your panties.

The cold air the blew on your intimate area had you shivering in anticipation. But what Bradley currently saw had his boxers becoming tighter. The way your lower lips glistened in arousal had him dying for a taste.

Spreading your legs apart you braced yourself against your pillow as you anxiously waited for what was about to happen next. You bit your lip as Bradley leaned down closer towards you leaving a loving kiss on your forehead and trailing it down past your face, your neck, collarbone.

Your body was melting at his physical display of love for you. You’ve never felt this kind of raw emotion before. It was euphoric, something you never wanted to forget. It wasn’t until you felt his hot mouth capture one of your nipples in his mouth when your senses exploded.

“God..Bradley.” you whimpered as you let him continue his sensual act of love. Becoming a little antsy you grab his free hand and trail it down to between your legs. Where you wanted him to touch you most. Your body twitched in pleasure once you felt his fingers come in contact with your most sensitive spot.

“Jesus, your soaking baby. Do I make you feel that good?” he continued to put pressure on your clit and rub it in tight circles. Your eyes were closed, mouth open wide in pleasure that you couldn’t even respond. You could barely even nod due to what you were feeling.

“S-So good Bradley.” you panted out as his circles got tighter and the feeling of his mouth on your chest intensified. If he could make you orgasm just from this, then this man was truly a saint.

Releasing his mouth from your chest, he moves his mouth back onto yours. Only this time, this kiss was becoming pure dirty. His tongue wrestled with yours, and while you were too focused on making out with him, you decided to move your hand and hover right over his covered, hardening length.

Bradley let out a deep, guttered groan as he felt you squeeze him. The feeling of his boxers becoming tighter was starting to make him uncomfortable but right now he wanted to focus on you.

As you continued to take your turn teasing him, Bradley decides that enough is enough and goes ahead to push one finger into your tight opening. Forcing you to pull away from the kiss as you gasp out his name in a breathless chant.

“Fuck Bradley.” you moaned out loud as his long finger pumped in and out of you. Stretching you for what was to come. Your inner walls clenched in pleasure which made you both groan simultaneously.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight. You feel so fucking good.” His lewd praise had you becoming even wetter and while you tried your best to continue teasing him you couldn’t focus on anything else other than the hot pleasure that was pooling in your stomach.

“More.” you begged as your body began to slightly convulse. A true-tell sign that your orgasm was slowly beginning to approach.

“Shhhh...I got you baby.” Bradley cooed as he placed a kiss on your lips and entered another finger into your entrance. The stretch causing your eyes to roll back and this time you didn’t care about what you sounded like. You let the moans out not caring who could possibly hear.

“That’s it baby, God, you’re so fucking sexy.” he praised you as he fastened his pace. His fingers grazing against your walls back and forth, back and forth. Your stomach began to tighten even more at the penetration of his fingers. His finger pads brushed over your g-spot continuously, making you clench even tighter around him.

Your breaths turned into heavy pants as you felt the coil in your stomach getting ready to pop.

“Oh fuck.”

“You gonna cum for me baby?” Bradley decided to pick it up a notch and add a third finger, this time making you see stars. Each time he pushed his fingers into your tight warmth, the squelching sound that your lower region was creating permeated through the air.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck Bradley, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum!” You wailed out as you got closer and closer to the verge of your orgasm.

“Cum for me baby.” Bradley muttered and attached his mouth back on your nipple to add more stimulation which sent you right over the edge. The coil snapped and you released your orgasm right onto his fingers.

The moans ripped from your throat and your eyes were closed in intense pleasure. This feeling was amazing, you didn’t ever want it to end. You continued to embrace your high as Bradley slowly continued to thrust his fingers in you. the slight overstimulation becoming a bit intense as you came back to your senses.

“God, I fucking love you Mrs.Bradshaw” Bradley proclaimed and proceeded to smack his lips against yours. When he pulled away is when he decided to remove his fingers from you. Your essence was coated right on the pads of his fingers, and what you didn’t expect was for Bradley to pop them right in his mouth.

You watched with lustful eyes as his thick lips sucked on his own fingers, tasting you. Suddenly, you could feel the dampness between your legs getting even more messier.

“Taste so fucking good baby.” he says. Leaning up towards his mouth, you kiss him, and in return you get a taste of your own arousal. It should be sinful with how much you liked the taste of you and the taste of his mouth together.

Pushing him down against the mattress, you continue your assault on his mouth as your fingers trail down his chest. You took in every muscle detail that he had, appreciating his strong arms that keep you safe. It wasn’t until you lowered your hand further to where you were hovering over the edge of his boxers that Bradley noticed what you were trying to do.

“Baby you don’t have to.” he reassured you, but you wanted to. You wanted to taste him so badly. I mean, it was only right that you return the favor.

“I want to. I want to taste you.” you tell him as your hands pull his boxers down to let him spring free. You watched as his hardened length snaps up and hits his stomach. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of him.

He wasn’t huge per say, but the thickness was there, and he had a good 5 1/2 inches to him. But to you size didn’t matter, he always got the job done with or without it. You take him in your hands and notice how the tip is an angry red with bits of pre-cum spilling out.

You slowly start to move your hand up and down, using his pre-cum as lubrication and watch his face begin to contort in pleasure.

“That feel good baby?” you asked him as you kept your movements nice and slow to which he let out a moan in response to your question.

“So damn good baby, keep going.”

You continued to pump him with your hands, your speed slowly getting faster. Deciding to take it the next step further, you take him by surprise by leaning your head down and taking his length into your mouth.

Bradley gasps in both shock and pleasure as he felt your warm and wet mouth engulf him. His thighs clenched as you began to suck on him and slowly start to bob your head.

“Fuck baby, that feels so good, You’re such a good girl.” he praises you and uses one of his hands to gather up your hair from getting in your face. He watches you go up and down, while occasionally hallowing your cheeks to take him further down your throat which made him a noisy mess.

“Just like that baby, holy fuck.” he groaned out as you took him even deeper without straining your throat so much. You wanted him to feel good too and you knew exactly how to get him to do so.

Picking up the pace, you bob your head faster, while simultaneously pumping him. Up and down your head went as you felt his legs begin to shake, a sign that he was nearly close. You use your cheeks to suction him tighter and Bradley couldn’t help but thrust his hips up into your mouth.

His grip on your hair tightened and if it wasn’t for you rubbing soothing circles into his thigh, he would have taken that as indication to slow down. Continuing to thrust his hips into you, you do your best to relax your throat so you don’t choke or gag.

Bits of spit was escaping your mouth, but you both didn’t care. Giving head was never a cleanly act to do. Taking all that he was giving to you, you felt his tip starting to throb, so you sucked even harder and moved your free hand down to squeeze one of his balls, and just like that his released spilled down your throat. You gladly swallowed it with pride and couldn’t help but moan at the taste.

“Fuck baby, you did so fucking good. I’m so proud of you.”

He slowly pulls his hips away to not cause you any distress and slumps against the pillows. you couldn’t help but giggle at his post-orgasm smile.

“I love you baby.” you whispered as you lied on top of him and kissed his chest.

“I love you too.” he replied back and then proceeded to flip you over, so you were the one on your back.

“Now let’s get to the real thing.” he said with an evil smirk, your stomach fluttered with anticipation as you watched reach down to feel between your thighs again.

“God, I love how wet you are. So good baby, just for me.” the constant praising he was giving you made you feel good. You had your fair share of insecurities just like everyone else in society, but Bradley always made you feel good about yourself.

You feel your body start to get hot again as you feel him circling your clit, re-igniting the pleasure within you. The wetness between your legs began to pour out like a river and this time Bradley couldn’t help himself.

“I’m sorry baby, but I gotta have a quick taste.” swiftly, he swooped his body towards the end of the mattress and pressed his mouth right on your wet cunt. His tongue automatically flicking at your clit causing your eyes to close, and your body arch off the bed.

“Oh shit Bradley!” You exclaimed as his tongue continued to dance all over you. Up and down, side to side, clockwise and counterclockwise. His tongue was a goddamn sin. It wasn’t until he thrusted tongue deep inside you, truly tasting your arousal that your hands yanked at his hair causing him to let out a pleasurable groan.

“Right there baby, oh my god fuck.” you panted as you felt your second orgasm approaching for the night. He flicks his tongue inside of you one more time before taking it out and pulling away, a slight disappointment to you.

“You taste so damn good baby. I could eat you all day.” He reaches up to kiss you, your arousal still lingering all over his mouth and tongue. He positions himself right in between your legs and grasps his hard length. Sliding up and down your folds.

“But I need to be inside you now.” he panted as he continued to move against you.

“Do it Bradley, please. I need to feel you so bad.” you begged. the pleasure you were still feeling was there and you wanted to cum so badly. As you felt the pressure of him entering you, your arms wrap around his neck. Pulling him closer so that you guys were now chest to chest.

“Jesus your fucking tight baby.” he stated as he continued to slowly push himself farther. Igniting a deep stretch amongst your inner walls. It was only a slight pain each time he entered you. But once he was settles, you felt a content fullness that soon would turn into hot, raw pleasure.

“You’re so big Bradley.” you panted once he was fully sheathed inside you, and he gave a cocky smirk at your comment. His hands lean down to grip both sides of your hips. He pulls out slowly, and when you start to feel empty, the fullness returns when he thrusts back in.

You sigh in pleasure as he continued to test the pace. Hips meeting yours in a slow rhythm. It wasn’t until the pleasure started to build when you signaled him to move faster.

“More Bradley.” You pleaded as you let your legs wrap around his waist, causing him to go in deeper when he went back to thrust into you. His hips begin to speed up, his grip on your hips getting stronger, though not painful.

The sound of his skin slapping against yours could be heard throughout the room, but it only added to the pleasure you were feeling.

“Fuck, just like that baby.” you praised as he continued to thrust into you at a quick pace. The feeling of his length pressing against your tight walls made you see stars. You could feel that you were starting to get to the edge of cumming.

“You like that baby? God, you feel so fucking good.” he groaned out as he spread your legs wider and placed his hands firm on the mattress. The angle causing him to go deeper and brushing against your gspot.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop Bradley, don’t stop!” you cried out as he smacked his hips into yours. His heavy panting was loud next to your ear, and you could see the sweat dripping down his head, but only made you wetter.

Bradley was a true symbol of sex on legs, and what you were feeling now was him owning that title. Your nails begin to dig into his back, leaving crescent moon shapes as he continues his pace.

“I’m getting close baby.” he choked out as he leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth. Your eyes rolled back, and you couldn’t begin to see straight.

“Make me cum Bradley please. Make me cum.” you beg.

He moves his body up and then proceeds to move your legs on top of his shoulders so he was still in between you and begins to set a brutal pace.

“Fuck! Bradley I’m gonna cum!” the position he had you in was making you see real stars up close. the feeling of his length pounding into your gspot repetitively was overtaking your mind and all you could think about was cumming.

His hips smacked into yours over and over, his length just barely kissing your cervix as you both get closer to your orgasms. After one particular thrust, you felt him twitch inside you, indicating that he was close. Deciding to help get there you clench your walls together causing him to stutter his pace.

“O-oh fuck. Baby I’m gonna explode if you do that again.” he panted as he kept his brutal pace. Fucking into you so deep, your orgasm getting closer and closer to that edge.

“Cum for me Bradley, I want you to cum in me.” you moaned loudly.

You move your hand down to your clit. rubbing at it furiously to help you get there in time with him. He was fascinated with watching you touch yourself, as he watched his length moving in and out of your wet folds. It made him officially loose it and let go of that intense pressure he was feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“Oh fuck I’m cumming.” he exclaimed and released his cum inside you while still continuing his thrust. The feeling of his release triggering your own orgasm as your body twitched in pleasure. You couldn’t scream, you couldn’t moan. Your orgasm was so intense that you could barely breathe.

After a minute, the overstimulation began to subside, and Bradley took that time to slowly remove himself from you.

“You are so amazing baby, so lucky to have you.” he said breathlessly as he tried to recover from his own orgasm. He takes this time to clean himself up and as he walks to the bathroom real quick to grab a cloth for yourself, he made sure to grab you a t-shirt of his.

He helped clean you up, gave a nice massage on your thighs, cause lord knows they’ll be sore tomorrow, and helped you into his shirt as a nightgown.

“I’m so lucky you married me.” he said softly as you both lie in bed, holding each other close and admiring one another.

“I’d say I’m the lucky one, but I don’t feel like arguing with you right now.” you chuckled quietly as your eyes began to slowly start to droop,

“I wish my mom and dad could have met you, they would have both loved you so much.” he stated sadly in which you comfort him by placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Me too baby, but just know that they are happy for you, and that they are really proud of you for where you are in life. That’s all that matters,” you tell him.

“What would I do without you Mrs.Bradshaw?” he chuckled as he watched your eyes slowly close.

“Not be able to have the best orgasms of your life ever again.” you joked one last time in which you got his deep laugh in return.

“I love you y/n.” he said, which in other words, meant him saying goodnight.

“I love you too Bradley.” you responded back, saying your goodnight as well.

A/N: Soooooo, yeah. Went overboard but oh well, I like it. Let me know what you think.

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fluff #bradley bradshaw angst #rooster x reader #rooster bradshaw smut #miles teller #miles teller imagine #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #pete mitchell #jake seresin #pheonix #bob floyd #mickey fanboy garcia

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justforbooks · 3 months

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Iris Apfel was finally recognised as a great, original fashion stylist in her 80s, when the Costume Institute at the Metropolitan Museum in New York had a sudden gap in its 2005 exhibition schedule. Many curators knew Apfel, who has died aged 102, as a collector stashing away clothes, especially costume jewellery, both couture-high and street-market-low, so the institute asked to borrow some of her thousands of pieces.

When Apfel wore them herself, dozens at a time in ensembles collaged fresh daily, they had zingy pzazz, so she was invited to set up the displays. There was no publicity budget, and her name was modestly known only in the interior decor trade, yet the show, Rara Avis: Selections from the Iris Apfel Collection, became a huge success after visitors promoted it online. It toured other American museums, changing exhibits en route because Apfel wanted her stuff back so she could wear it.

Apfel’s grandfather had been a master tailor in Russia; her father, Samuel Barrel, supplied mirrors to smart decorators; her chic mother, Sadye (nee Asofsky), had a fashion shop. They lived out in rural Astoria, in the Queens borough of New York, where Iris was born.

As a child, her treat was a weekly subway trip to Manhattan to explore its shops, her favourites the junk emporia of Greenwich Village. She was short, plain and, until her teen years, plump, but she had style; and the owner of a Brooklyn department store picked her out of a crowd to tell her so. During the Depression all her family could sew, drape, glue, paint and otherwise create the look of a room, or a person, on a budget of cents – the best of educations.

She studied art history at New York University, then qualified to teach and did so briefly in Wisconsin before fleeing back to New York to work on Women’s Wear Daily. Furniture and fabrics were in short supply during and after the second world war, and Iris began to earn by sourcing antiques and textiles; if she could not find it, she could make or fake it cheaply.

In 1948 she married Carl Apfel, and they became a decorating team: he had the head for business and she the eye. Unable to find cloth appropriate to a period decor, Iris adapted a design from an old piece and had it woven in a friend’s family mill; she and Carl then set up Old World Weavers in 1952, commissioning traditional makers around the globe.

Photographs and home-movie footage from the next four decades showed Apfel, adorned with elan, haggling for one-off items in souks, flea markets and bric-a-brac shops. She is the most decorative sight in each shot, her ensembles put together with complex cadenzas atop an underlying, tailored, structure– they are like jazz – not a statement, but a conversation.

Apfel was the last of those 20th-century fashion exotics who presented themselves as installations. Although she wore a priest’s warm tunic to the White House (President Richard Nixon underheated the place), plus armfuls of cheap African bracelets and thigh-high boots, she was not an exhibitionist like the Marchesa Casati, and, with her vaudevillian comic timing, was far funnier than the imperious Vogue editor Diana Vreeland.

Also, she never ever bought full-price: her many rails and under-the-bed suitcases of couture were sale-price samples, chosen for their cut, fabric, skilled craftwork and colour dazzle (“Colour can raise the dead”). She might wear them over thrift shop pyjamas, or under a Peking Opera costume, with hawsers of necklaces atop. Money could not buy personal style, she said, prettiness withered, beauty could corrode the soul. All that really mattered was “attitude, attitude, attitude”.

Old World Weavers discreetly refurbished the White House under nine presidents, as well as grand hotels and private houses, before the Apfels sold the company in 1992. They retired to a quiet life in their apartment on Park Avenue, New York, its decor an extension of Apfel’s outfits (bad garment choices were cut up for cushions), and in a Palm Beach holiday home where the Christmas decoration collection stayed up all year round, along with cuddly toys and museum-class folk art. Clothes shopping, and the improvisation of an outfit, became Apfel’s daily ritual, as cooking might be to a gourmet.

But after the Met show, and a book, Rare Bird of Fashion (2007), Apfel was back in as much full-time employment as she could manage in her 80s and 90s (she had a hip replacement because she fell after stepping on an Oscar de la Renta gown). She was cover girl of Dazed and Confused, among many other publications, window display artist at Bergdorf Goodman, designer and design consultant – superb on eye-glasses; she wore large, owl-like, frames to stylise her aged face into a witty, unchanging, cartoon.

She took seriously her responsibilities to fashion students on her course at the University of Texas, teaching them about imagination, craft and tangible pleasures in a world of images.

Her career lasted – nothing was ever too late: in 2018, Iris Apfel: Accidental Icon, a book of memoir and sound style advice; in 2019, a contract with the model agency IMG; and last year, a beauty campaign for makeup with Ciaté London. The documentarian Albert Maysles trailed her for Iris (2014), filming this “geriatric starlet” – her term – as she dealt drolly with new high-fashion friends, or laughed at an “Iris” Halloween costume (glasses, a ton of bangles).

She watched as a storage loft of her antique treasures was listed in lots for sale, and as white-gloved assistants from museums that had begged a bequest boxed up her garments; she still had, and wore, the shoes from her wedding. All things, she said, were only on loan in this world, even to collectors. The point was to enjoy them to the full before bidding them good-bye.

Carl died in 2015.

🔔 Iris Barrel Apfel, decorator and fashion stylist, born 29 August 1921; died 1 March 2024

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

#just for books #iris apfel #in memoriam

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harryssyndrome · 10 months

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Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

Summary: Walking in one of the largest cities of world can be tiring, YN can come with kinda crazy solution and be memorably funny for the duo.

Word Count: 2k approx

Warning: None

A/N: I don’t know if things could really be this easy, maybe one I will try🫣 but I don’t recommend it for anyone, so don’t!

Also I’m sorry if it’s not great tho I tried my best. I’ve been outta touch for some time. Hope you enjoy!

Quarter past midnight, Harry saw the time on his wristwatch as he and YN walked around the 57th Street of the city that never sleeps. The boys were here five days earlier for their concert, which gave the duo this opportunity to spend time together, exploring when there were less chances of being recognized by fans or being caught by paparazzi.

“Aren’t you tired? Even I am tired now. You were rehearsing earlier and now this… what did you ate today?” YN turns to face Harry, taking a sip of her cold coffee.

“We ate almost the same thing! You’re even important to me and deserve my time equally. You spent your whole day watching me, I can spend my night adoring you and talking about tired? I am but just a bit.” YN smiled through glistening eyes at her boyfriend, falling in love with him even more. He never fails to make her feel loved by him.

“Thank you for everything YN. You’re the best girlfriend in the whole wide world and I’m lucky enough to say I’m yours.” Harry says as YN pulls him into a slow yet soft kiss.

Pulling apart YN said “I know a way you won’t be tired anymore but still travel around” Harry rises his brow up, sipping on his drink “Doesn’t sound good” earning a playful punch on his shoulder.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me” Harry says wide eyed.

“It’s gonna be fun! Trust me!” YN said casually, looking at entrance of Hotel Four Seasons as valet opens the door for new guest’s car.

“We’re gonna end up in jail! Trust me!” Harry copied YN, who rolled her eyes playfully and smiled at him saying, “then you don’t watch enough Hollywood movies, I have a plan.”

“I watch them enough to know it’s not possible in real life. If your ‘plan’ - Harry air quotes - goes a single percent wrong, then we’ll spend the whole night sitting in jail and then don’t tell me ‘I told you so’ becau-” YN cuts him off “We’ll pull this off! It’s not like we’re stealing it… we’re just you know, borrowing the car without telling the owner.”

“Isn’t that called Stealing?” He pointed out.

“Shut up dude. Just do as I say and I promise we’ll make the best midnight memories and everyone should have once in a lifetime for everything even jail I guess.” YN then leaves his side and starts to walk towards the hotel.

“YN!” Harry whisper yelled and she just waved back, leaving him with no choice but follow her.

That’s what it was like to be with YN, a carefree girl who challenged everything and wasn’t afraid of anything, there was a different adrenaline rush when around her. He jogged down to her, he pulled out his handkerchief and started fake sneezing as they approached the entrance, it was easy to walk inside as there was not much rush.

They sneaked into the laundry room and YN stole a uniform to disguise her into a staff member. Just changed her coat into the hotel suit, “how do I look?”

“Hot as ever” Harry commented, “c’mon lover boy, we’re halfway there” they paced out of room without getting caught but the game is not over yet.

Upon reaching there, YN stopped Harry and said “stay here and wait for my signal.” He nodded, with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as he watched YN heading approaching the vehicle of a new guest.

“Welcome Sir! Hope you had a pleasant journey” YN greeted as she opened the door for the man who smiled with a “very well” while heading inside. YN helped the unknown hotel porter in taking the luggage out of the boot and transferred into the carrier, then she took the keys from the valet saying “oh let me park this car! I’ve never driven a Audi before, I want feel the engine” truth to be told, YN has driven the more powerful beast - Harry’s Audi S7.

Fast and Furious franchise inspired her to learn drift, driving like formula one race car on tracks or better like cops are chasing. She’s so into cars, to an extent where she can guess the problem of the car, the type of engine it has by the sound, maybe that’s why she’s called the encyclopedia by Liam. “You want the adrenaline rush? Get in the car with YN” as the boys say.

YN hopped inside the car, her eyes glanced at Harry was peeking out the whole scene. According to plan, he came out of the hiding and told the valet to “get his suitcase”, he ran out and sat into the co-passenger seat. He wasn’t able to close the door when YN hit the gas hardly making the engine roar, echoes running through the lonely streets.

The couple laughed out loud uncontrollably “I can’t believe that worked!” Harry grabs his girlfriend’s palm, placing a few kisses.

“So… should I say ‘I told you so’ instead?"

"Well we didn't end up in the 'tation and you got hands the wheel so yeah, it's on me... and you do know we have to return it back the way it was right?" as the car slowed down at the red signal, YN signed before facing him, "Can't you enjoy the moment and forget about that part? and I can't give it back as it was" YN saw Harry's expression and chuckled "it's not like you think. I'm not gonna reck it of course, but actually use up the 'free' gasoline."

The green light signaled YN for another crazy idea, she hit the gas and the engine roared to life as she drifted to right lane, making Harry fall into her, she giggled while moving the car like butter on the road, slipping between the cars. Harry’s eyes were filled with adorable and his face displayed joy. She was right, he thought - they were making one of the best midnight memories. He broke out of his trance by YN when she let go of the steering wheel raising hands in the air, shouting “Take the wheel, take the wheel!” He immediately took control over it, laughing and shouting back at her “YN YOU CANT JUST LET GO OF THE WHEEL IN THE MIDDLE OF A ROAD!” “THAT’S WHAT THE FUN IS H!” She screams back, Harry chuckles, shaking head in disapproval.

“Louis and Liam are still getting used to my crazy driving style, I don’t how you don’t get scared of your life like Zayn sometimes!” She said, remembering the one time Zayn had her stop the car because he was scared just within 39 minutes into their journey while the boys at the backseat were looking at each other, laughing.

Driving through the Times Square it didn’t felt like the time was almost 2 am. “I trust you with my life just like boys. I don’t want to remember the way it was before you, I feel truly alive in every moment you. Without you there’s nothing to live for. I love you YN and I wish to be ‘ere with you forever.” He confessed, eyes glistening at YN who too was emotional. She suddenly the car without warning disturbing the traffic, turning off the car in parking then she removed her seatbelt and jumped across the seat into Harry’s lap, he placed his hands on either side of her and pulled her into long desperate kiss.

Desperate need of air made them to break the kiss, forehead against each other “I love you” YN whispers.

After a little make out session, Harry get out of the car and reaches to open the door for YN. The couple walk their way to the Times Square, hand in hand. YN starts to capture the moment in her phone. Now it was Harry’s turn for something kinda crazy - he started to do his little dance.

They requested an old woman passing by to record them dance together and gladly accepted. The lady smiled fondly at young lovers while some fans recognized them so they too started to record them in their phones. As she was done recording the lady handed the phone back to them and bid goodbye.

They travel around for some more until they finally decided to wrap the night. YN had Harry to drive back into the hotel car parking lot then she went to keep the keys back into place and as she about to leave a porter came and questioned what was she doing, YN did acted as if she’s sobbing and crying, she took off the uniform she was wearing and gave it to him saying “I quit!” She didn’t give the man time to ask anything further, she quickly paced back to Harry who was waiting by other side of the street.

On the way back to their hotel in the taxi, YN told Harry about everything that happened, Harry joked about how he felt sorry for that employee.

Next Morning

“How was the night guys?” Asked Niall, falling on the couch, the duo gave a mischievous look “kinda crazy” as the boys looked at each other confused.

“What do you mean?”

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blackswaneuroparedux · 1 year

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The airplane seemed far more alive and human than any machine I had ever flown.

Charles Lindbergh

The cockpit in which Charles Lindbergh sat while piloting the first aircraft to make a solo non-stop transatlantic flight, the Spirit of Saint Louis, in May of 1927 was as pioneering as the flight itself.

It was an unusual design to an ordinary layout of a cockpit of that era. A periscope was used instead of a forward window. The Spirit was designed and built in San Diego to compete for the $25,000 Orteig Prize, which was offered by New York hotel owner Raymond Orteig to the first aviator to cross the Atlantic non-stop, either from New York to Paris or vice versa. Lindbergh, a U.S. Air Mail pilot, believed that a single-engine, single-seat, high-wing monoplane would provide him with the best chance of success.

Under his close supervision, the Spirit was designed and constructed in just 60 days. To enhance the centre of gravity and minimise the risk of being crushed in case of a crash, Lindbergh had the large main and forward fuel tanks placed in the front section of the fuselage, ahead of the pilot, with the oil tank acting as a firewall. As a result of this design choice, there was no front windshield, and forward visibility was limited to the side windows.

However, this arrangement didn't bother Lindbergh, as he was accustomed to flying in the rear cockpit of mail planes with mail bags in the front. When he needed to see forward, he would simply look out the sides. To address the need for some forward vision, Lindbergh enlisted the help of a former submarine serviceman to design and install a periscope. Inside the cramped cockpit, measuring 94 cm wide, 81 cm long, and 130 cm high, Lindbergh couldn't even stretch his legs.

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marmie-noir · 3 months

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The New Waitress

I'm starting a series of small, stand alone snippets about a waitress who started working for Mitch Keller. I have no idea where these are going but enjoy!

(Gif not mine obvi, all the props for dameronscopilot who has NOT helped this brainrot in the slightest <3 )

Bred-2-Buck wasn’t my first choice for a job. But rolling into Tulsa with fifty bucks and a suitcase I couldn’t exactly be choosy. I had hopped off the bus and gone to a small diner right next to it, knowing if I wanted some gossip the old woman with her hair pinned back behind the faded neon counter would be my girl. A few bucks for a black coffee and I learned all about where I could get a job, quick, for cash. Which is why I ended up here at this bar and grill, wading through the cigarette smoke to sit at the bar and give my best smile to the owner. The waitress, Maureen, had told me to look for the tall man in a hat and flannel, she had neglected to tell me that he had the prettiest blue eyes and golden hair that curled around the edge of his hat. And he was tall and broad and - focus.

“Mitch, I assume?” I asked, dropping my bag on the stool next to me as I sat in mine, leaning on the old bartop slightly. The bar was casual, dimly lit with neon signs boasting what beers they had available, pub tables and booths filling the space not occupied with darts or pool tables.

The man looked at me, raising his brows slightly as his eyes trailed over what he could see of me before meeting my eyes. “Yes, ma’am. What can I do for you?” That accent and deep voice, I was a goner. I pushed it down, leaning over the bar and extended a hand for him to shake, not letting my smile drop. “I’m Sunny Stevens. Your new waitress.” I introduced myself confidently, his hand sliding into mine for a firm but friendly handshake.

He cracked a smile, a flash of white teeth against the dark blonde of his beard. “Hired a waitress did I?” “Just did.” I said back, squeezing his hand one last time before letting go. The two of us looked at one another for a few beats before I broke the silence, thankful the bar was mostly empty. “I’m new in town, and Maureen-” “Say no more, Sunny.” He interrupted, expression smoothing a bit more at the mention of the old waitress who had been my compass to this location. “Maureen sent you I’ll take ya. When can you start?” “Considering I’ve got nowhere to be and I don’t think I can afford a hotel with the cash I’ve got now would be preferred.” Mitch looked almost exasperated at me, something I’d soon get used to. He stepped around the bar after dropping an apron on the bar top before me that I snatched up. Grabbing my bag he gave me a look, taking it behind the bar. “I’ll keep this safe back here. Now, there are a few rules.” I hopped off the barstool, tying the apron around my waist. I had a pair of shorts and a t-shirt on, nothing fancy but perfect for a waitressing gig. I had even worn comfortable shoes, figuring I would have been hoofin' it around town. “Figured.” I said, twisting my hair up into a claw clip, brushing my bangs from my face as I looked up at him once more. “Hit me with ‘em, boss.” “Don’t steal from me, don’t steal from customers, and if anyone gives you problems? You come to me. I don’t want no one pawin’ after you.” “Pawin’ after me?” I asked with a grin, leaning on the bar. He looked amused before he pushed it down, shooting me what I assume was supposed to be a warning glance but I didn’t plan on listening. I couldn’t help myself, I liked Mitch already. He seemed nice, a little brooding maybe but nice. “Just tell me, yeah?” “You got it, boss.” I said, giving him a nod. I wasn’t going to argue if he wanted to make sure I was safe, and I wasn’t sure what kind of clientele came to a place like this. “One more thing, Sunny.” He said, making me pause at the serious tone in his voice. I looked up at him, tilting my head slightly as I adjusted the apron around my waist. “I bring my dad into work sometimes. He just sits at the end of the bar, quiet. If he asks for something just get it for him, pops doesn’t pay.” “Pops doesn’t pay.” I repeated with a grin, giving him a little two finger salute before dipping back into the kitchen to get familiar with it. Within a few hours I knew the cook, Charles, had the menu mostly memorized, and was carrying trays of beer filled mugs across the bar balanced on one shoulder like a pro. I liked serving, I liked the people I got to meet, and liked the cash tips the most. Folding another five into my pocket I cleared the table, grabbing empty mugs and plates, tossing them on the tray to take back to be washed. It was pretty busy, but not too busy for me to bother my new boss. Sliding behind the bar I smiled up at Mitch. He glanced over at me, sensing me there, lifting a brow with a slight smile as he continued to fill a few pitchers. “Whattcha need, darlin?”

“Round of bourbon shots, two pitchers, and I believe the woman called it a ‘lemon pucker’ if you know how to make such a thing.” I listed off what I needed, setting my trusty tray on the bar top. Mitch smiled at that, looking amused. “Lemon pucker?” I nodded and his shoulders shook with a laugh. My boss was pretty and he didn’t even know it. “I’ll do my best, but no promises.” “I got faith in you.” I said, leaning against the bar to watch him pour the shots and make the lemon whatever the fucked up blonde in the back wanted. I raised my brow at him pouring stuff into a mixing glass over ice before the yellow drink ended up on my tray, whisked away to the back once more.