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SoCal to NorCal - Series Masterlist (Ongoing)

Series Pairing: husband!Joel Miller x f!Reader x boyfriend!Frankie Morales Series Summary: Joel is your rock, and Frankie is your ocean. So what happens when you bring the three of you together?

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you and Frankie roadtrip up from Southern California to Northern California so he can meet Joel. A polyamory fic. This series exists in the Triple Frontier universe and is a Joel Miller AU/Triple Frontier AU. Series Rating: Explicit, 18+ only, MDNI Overall Series Warnings: (please check each chapter for specific chapter content!) no-outbreak!Joel AU, polyamory, age gap (I have them in mind as: Joel is in his early 50s, Frankie is in his early 40s, Reader is in her mid-to-late 30s, but ages are not specifically mentioned so make it you, boo), threesome, multiple partners, MMF dynamics, MFM dynamics, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected P in V (wrap it up pls!), DVP, creampie, multiple creampies, cumplay, cum eating, hair pulling, spitting, alcohol consumption, food consumption/mentions of food, mention of drug addiction and recovery, car sex, fluff fluff and more fluff, but also so much smut, Frankie being the PEK, all of these men have big dicks, gratuitous descriptions of male and female anatomy, everyone is STD testing regularly and is clean and on some form of birth control, Reader is female, has female genitalia, and uses she/her pronouns, Reader is able-bodied, has breasts, and has hair that can be pulled, otherwise no description of Reader's skin color, size, body shape, hair color, eye color, or ethnicity, Frankie has a young daughter but no specific reference to age, Sarah does not exist in this AU sorryyyyyy, no use of y/n Series Word Count: TBD Chapter 1: Malibu (ft. Santiago Garcia) Chapter 2: Hwy 101 and Beyond Chapter 3: Mill Valley *NEW!* Chapter 4: Cataract Falls Chapter 5: NorCal Sunset

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Smooth Operator Masterlist

➻ Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Phone Sex Worker

➻Summary: You didn't know why Joel was so different from your other clients. His voice was the first thing to catch your attention, followed closely by words so hot they lit a fire within you. Everything he said drew you to him like a moth to a flame; but that's the problem with fire. Someone is bound to get burnt.

➻Warnings: mdni, phone sex, video sex, sexting, unprotected sex, f x m phone sex, light m x m phone sex, pet names like princess, roleplay

➻AN: This is my first series/fic ever so I hope you enjoy. I've had so much fun writing this. tysm @saradika-graphics for the divider!

Chapters:

➻ A New Client

➻ this bitch bites

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➻ Epilogue

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MORE THAN LETTERS

a frankie morales mini-series inspired by this mootboard by @yopossum

RATING: Explicit (18+) | PAIRING: Frankie Morales x f!Reader CW: Childhood pen pals / exes to lovers, second chances, a fair pinch of angst, reference to and discussions of drug abuse and addiction, second chances, eventual smut, implied DA against a background character (not against reader and not shown or described), will add more as needed.

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SUMMARY: You've tried long distance once: in college, after meeting your childhood pen pal Frankie in person for the first time. It didn't work out. More than a decade later, your mom calls with news: a letter has shown up for you with a familiar return address.

PROLOGUE - THE LETTERS

PART ONE - RETURN TO SENDER

PART TWO - TBD

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THE PRETTIEST

a ghost!max phillips series

RATING: Explicit (18+) | PAIRING: Max Phillips x f!Reader STATUS: In progress

SERIES CW: Smut (piv), voyeurism/non-consensual voyeurism (he's invisible and reader doesn't know he's watching), discussions of death, and reference to canon-typical violence, blood, gore, and body horror. Slow burn, eventual romance. Ghost shenanigans. More to be added as series goes on.

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SUMMARY: After a restructuring at the company, Max finds himself dead—this time for good—and haunting his old duplex. Lucky for him, you move in. Now he'll do anything it takes to have you. OR: the ghost in your apartment wants you desperately.

ONE: ANNOUNCEMENT (read on tumblr)

TWO: INTRODUCTION (chapter post)

THREE: DECLARATION

FOUR: APPARITION

FIVE: CONNECTION

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'evergreen' masterlist

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Series Summary: Two unlikely strangers meet and bond over a shared trauma. But what happens when the lines unexpectedly blur and they're both overcome with guilt? Will they allow themselves to love again, or will they choose to drown in their grief?

Series Warnings: no outbreak AU, language, smut (18+ MDNI), slow burn, angst, mutual pining, grief, trauma, depression, descriptions/discussions of OC deaths, age gap (reader is in her early 30s, Joel is early 50s) - more warnings will be stated for each chapter

Status: complete

Chapters:

1. Denial

2. Anger

3. Bargaining

4. Depression

5. Acceptance

Extras:

Joel's Instagram Page

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Foxglove Downs Masterlist

A Gladiator II AU Marcus Acacius x Lucius Verus x Female Reader

Rating: Eventual Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Summary: In the exclusive realm of elite show jumping, where wealth stretches as far as the polished estates, Marcus Acacius and Lucius Verus are locked in a fierce competition that reaches far beyond the arena. Reader Background: Reader is in her 30's, has hair, and has a nickname: Sunny. Warnings: eventual smut, love triangle, rivalry, pining, fluff, horse talk, rich people doing rich things, drinking, smoking. Chapters will have individual warnings.

Chapter 1 - The Stallion Chapter 2 - The Rescue Chapter 3 - The Race Chapter 4 - The Date Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

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Honey love, dark eyes ✦ series masterlist

Fic summary: Joel Miller has been your best friend for four years, and your trust in him has always been unshakable. But one night, after a heated argument, everything changes in an instant. In the blink of an eye, you're in a place you never thought you'd be—naked, beneath him, with his eyes burning into you as if there's no tomorrow. And when you wake up the next morning, it hits you all at once—reality sinking in, sharp and unforgiving. Nothing will ever be the same. Rating: Explicit (+18) Pairing: bff! Joel x reader Trope: friends to lovers (angst, miscommunication) WC: 90.5k

♡ Fic content ♡ :

Chapter one • Chapter two • Chapter three • Chapter four • Chapter five • Chapter six • Chapter seven • Chapter eight • Chapter nine • Chapter ten

More chapters coming soon

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All The Things We Never Said- Masterlist

Summary: You and Frankie Morales have been best friends since the 6th grade. You swore to each other that there would never come a day where life would be better without the other one in it. But as you grow up, you've learned the hard way that sometimes, just friendship isn't enough.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader (no use of y/n no, reader has a name/nickname she's called by)

Warnings: *Each chapter will have their own individual warnings* SMUT(18+), angst, yearning (so much yearning), sick parent (reader's dad has ongoing cancer), childhood best friends to lovers to enemies to distant friends and back again

The story is written from both reader and Frankie's POV. The story jumps between present day and flashbacks, but is labeled in the chapter who's POV and what timeframe it takes place!

Main Story:

Chapter 1- Jello at Your Front Door

Chapter 2- Awakening*

Chapter 3- Easier Said Than Done

Chapter 4- The Chase

Chapter 5- Miles Between Us

Chapter 6- Undeniable

Chapter 7- For the First Time*

Chapter 8- Something to Believe In (Coming 12/20!)

Asks:

How old are Frankie and MacKenzie?

Extras:

Spotify Playlist

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Oh my dear @din-cognito, I loved this so much! Definitely giving me the Hallmark movie vibes. It was so sweet. And that last line! Perfect ending! I love when a shy Frankie opens up a little bit and is super sweet, but also a tiny bit of a menace. Where can I get me one? 😂

Thanks for sharing with us! 💜😘

My Morning Fix

Relationships: Frankie Morales x gn!reader

Warnings: heavily sweet and sugary, with a hint of spice at the end. But as with all my work, I consider it 18+

Summary: You own a coffee shop in the idyllic town of Evergreen Hollow. Having given up the big job in the city, you live a perfect life, which is thrown upside down by a handsome brown-eyed new arrival.

Word Count: 3.2k

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I had been living in Evergreen Hollow for almost four years. In fact, it would be four years this coming Christmas. I fell in love with the quaint town nestled deep in the mountains on a Christmas skiing vacation. It was as picturesque as a chocolate box; pretty twinkling lights, sleigh bells on bobtails, carol singing - everything.

I had wanted to give up my well-paid job in the city and move out here permanently. My partner at the time thought that I had clearly watched too many Hallmark Christmas movies and that I needed to get back to the nine to five desk job. Nobody could survive out here in the sticks, he said. I had wholeheartedly disagreed, and at the end of the Holidays, we went our separate ways. He went back to the city and I stayed behind in Evergreen Hollow, with just my vacation luggage to my name. I stood by the decision to ditch the power suits and swap them for an apron, not just because of my sheer bloody-mindedness and obstinacy, but because Evergreen Hollow was a beautiful place to live - clean, crisp mountain air, and friendly folk, but at Christmas time, it became somewhere magical and beautiful; a snowy picture postcard.

I was infinitely proud of my little coffee place. I had spotted it for sale during that fateful vacation and decided that was what I wanted to do; make coffee, serve cakes and chat to the patrons. 

After extensive renovations from a very helpful contractor, paid for by my previous high-flying job and the half-share of my former apartment in the city, I opened my very own coffee establishment in the heart of town. I had almost burst with pride as I opened the shutters for the very first time at Ground Control. It was all my own work.

I worked hard during those first months, needing to prove myself, until I owned the most popular coffee spot in Evergreen Hollow, right at the heart of the local community - we held book clubs, bridge evenings, and had senior specials on Wednesday afternoons. I loved every second of it.

I had everything that I thought I had ever wanted - until the day Frankie Morales arrived in my life.

I distinctly remember the moment that he first stepped over the threshold of my small establishment. It was a miserable, dank and dreary morning in early October. The school bus had just rounded the corner and the rain that had been lashing down since before I had pulled up the shutters, had just slowed to an incessant drizzle. Despite the inclement weather, the moment he stepped inside, it felt as though I was basking in sunshine. 

Time stood still. 

Angels sang. 

The Hallelujah Chorus rang out. 

I can't remember being so captivated by someone. He was damp, with rain dripping from his faded cap onto his unruly brown curls. My eyes absorbed every detail of him - he was tall and broad-shouldered, with a prominent nose and soulful brown eyes. His brown leather jacket looked soft and well-worn and his boots looked like they were army issue.

He walked up to the counter, rainwater dripping off of him onto the freshly washed floor, and stood there looking at my menu. 

I didn't know what to say, I was momentarily lost for words, caught staring at this stranger like a deer caught in headlights. 

Finally, I remembered my manners, “Hello and welcome to Ground Control. What can I get for you?”

His reply was simple and quiet, “Coffee. Black. Large. To takeaway, please.”

He handed over his money, I gave him his beverage and I watched him walk away.

That first exchange was as simple as that.

He came back the next morning, and the one after that. In fact, he became a regular. He was like clockwork. The same time, every weekday Monday to Friday. I could have set my watch by him - 7.32 am, right after the school bus passed by. There was no change and no variation - he always ordered the same drink.

My coffee was his morning fix and, if I'm honest, he was mine.

It became a part of my regular working day. Sometimes, to mix things up, I might offer him a new coffee blend, perhaps one of the specials from an ethical grower in the Amazon or something similar, but he always just stuck to the house blend. He never wavered.

October marched onwards and I started moving to my Fall flavors of pumpkin spice, maple syrup and hazelnut. My baked goods reflected Halloween with candy spiders and cotton candy cobwebs. As we edged closer to All-Hallows Eve, I wanted to get to know this quiet, closed-off person more.

Finally one day, acknowledging him as one of my regulars, I plucked up my courage with a smile and said, “The usual?”

He returned my smile and said, “Please. I need my morning fix. Just a regular cup of Joe for a regular old Joe.”

I nodded and filled up his cup. He paid and then sauntered away, cup in hand, bag on back to wherever he was headed. It was a start, I had a name.

The next morning when he dropped in, I said, “Good morning, Joe.” He looked at me in utter confusion for a few moments before breaking out into a grin.

“My name's not Joe.”

“Uh. Pardon?” I was confused.

“Frankie. My name's Frankie, not Joe,” he said, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Oh,” I said, feeling like a bit of a fool, “but you said you were a regular - oh.” I slapped my hand on my forehead and laughed. Thankfully Frankie saw the funny side and laughed along with me at my mistake.

After that slip-up, Frankie opened up a little bit more to me. Through our brief morning encounters he became more open and more friendly, and dare I even say that in his own, shy way, he even flirted with me a little. The more he gave away, the more I wanted to know.

I found out that he had just moved to Evergreen Hollow. That he'd just started working as a mechanic at Joel's garage two blocks over. That he loved fixing things. That he used to be in the army. That he was a former pilot. That he loved his morning coffee which set him up for the day ahead - he said that coming into my coffee house gave him a spring in his step. At some point, he even invested in a reusable cup to cut down on wastage. I teased him that it was because he got a twenty per cent discount. He just gave me that shy smile that I had gotten used to seeing.

I lived for the moment that the door opened every morning.

We ticked along like this for a few more weeks, slowly exploring our new dynamic, until he made an unexpected appearance on one Saturday morning the week before Thanksgiving.

I had already started decking out the shop festively. My shop front had colored strings of lights, there were garlands and tinsel hanging from the ceilings and windows. The glass counter of sweet treats had taken on a distinctly Holiday feel with gingerbread men wearing Santa hats, sticky spiced buns, festive muffins, and more. The hot beverages were more seasonal too - peppermint hot chocolates and gingerbread lattes adorned my Winter menu, joining my regular coffee staples.

It felt odd seeing him in here on a weekend. How I had missed him entering, I couldn't say, he always seemed to fill the space he occupied. It felt outside of my comfort zone. It looked like he was out of his, too.

“Good morning, Frankie,” I said, making my usual polite conversation as he approached, trying to make myself heard above the weekend hubbub. “Joel's got you working on Saturday this week? Is it the usual?” I looked at him expectantly and he looked slightly embarrassed.

“No, not today,” he said as the color flushed up his neck and burned brightly on his cheeks. “A black coffee and a small hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows, please. We're sat over there.” I stopped dead in my tracks and looked up at him in amazement, almost burning my hand on the milk steamer in the process. This was highly irregular. 

Frankie anxiously looked over his shoulder at one of the tables. I followed his eyeline across the room to a table in the window where a young girl, who could be no older than four or five, was sitting with a coloring book and crayons. She looked like his miniature - dark brown, bouncy curls and identical big, brown eyes. There was no doubt in my mind that she was his daughter. 

The man I had been daydreaming about since the moment he stepped foot in my establishment was a husband and a father. I felt as though the air had rushed out of my lungs. I was instantly crushed and unable to breathe. All of my idle fantasies shattered in that one instant. Swallowing down my disappointment, I nodded at him. 

“Take a seat, I'll bring them across when they're ready,” I said, trying to inject some enthusiasm and animation into my voice.

As I ferociously ground the beans and over-frothed the milk, I glanced surreptitiously across at them. He was helping her color, the crayon dwarfed in his large hand, and looking every inch the doting dad.

I poured the drinks and carried them with an unsteady hand across the room, placing them down with my brightest smile plastered on my face. Frankie looked up at me as the tray nestled on the table amongst the crayons.

“This is Layla, my daughter,” he said as I withdrew my hands from the tray.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I said, giving her my name.

She smiled the same shy smile that her father gave me every morning and I felt like I would collapse. 

“She's been dying to meet y-”

“I need to get back to the counter,” I lied desperately, interrupting him and looking over my shoulder at the two people waiting to be served, despite my Saturday assistant already dealing with them. I needed to put some space between us - from now, for always. “Saturday's are always busy.”

“Sure,” he said, looking at me with something that resembled disappointment in his eyes.

As Monday morning rolled around, there he was, right on time for his coffee fix. I couldn't look him in the eye as I served him his usual beverage. I kept them glued to my hands, only looking up to see his back disappearing through the door.

Maybe it was intentional or maybe it was a  subconscious thing on my part, but I became more reserved, more distant, pushing him away from being a familiar friend, from someone I wanted to get to know on a personal level, to just one of my regular customers over the next few weeks.

I tried my best to be cheerful and pleasant in the mad run up to the Holidays, but it was hard going - my energy and enthusiasm were zapped by my disappointment. 

Whilst I stewed in my own sadness, the snow finally arrived, giving the town the festive glow-up that it needed. Everyone was busy charging around with so much to do in the run up to Christmas. And of course festive drinks and treats were a necessity as people bustled around town making their gift purchases. I was so busy that I barely had time to dwell on Frankie, other than filling his coffee cup Mondays to Fridays. 

Our conversations had become muted, in fact, he was now doing the heavy lifting conversationally. He would ask me how I was, looking at me with those large, brown  eyes, analyzing and scrutinizing me. The furrow in his brow seemed to deepen more each morning as I struggled to engage in our previously light-hearted flirty banter. 

As I walked through the snow flurry on my way to open up for the final time before Christmas, I thought about the long day ahead. Christmas Eve meant that it would be all systems go at my little shop. I needed to be in early, people loved their sugary baked goods with their coffee this time of year. And as people were rushing around attending to those last minute jobs and picking up last minute gifts, they would invariably want a hot drink to stave off the cold and a sweet pick-me-up.

As I rounded the corner, I spied a figure, sheltering from the falling snow outside my shop door. When I approached, I realized that it was Frankie, cap pulled low and collar up. Flakes of snow were sprinkled like powdered sugar on his cap and shoulders. He had clearly been waiting for some time.

He shivered lightly as I approached.

For a brief moment, I wondered if I was late opening up, but on checking my watch, I realized that it was Frankie who was early. Very early.

He stood upright and pushed himself up off of the iron shutter as I approached, ready to greet me.

“Needed a coffee fix early today?” 

“No,” he said thickly. “I've been waiting for you. It's damn cold in the mountains for someone who grew up in Texas and then lived in Florida. It's colder than nights spent on a mountain in the Andes” He pulled his collar up higher and rubbed his hands together for warmth as he spoke.

“Me? You've been waiting to see me?” I was surprised at his answer. I would likely never find out why he had slept on a mountain, but it raised a myriad of questions.

“Yes, you,” he said. “I need to know what's changed. Why you've gone all cold on me? What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said hastily as I searched for the keys in my pocket. With a small aha  I pulled them from my pocket and opened up the shutters. 

“You're a married man and I don't want to get involved in your mess.” You unlocked the door and stepped inside. “I'm sorry, Frankie.” I needed to lose myself in my shop; retreat into the comforting, lingering smell of coffee and burnt sugar.

As I spoke, I began to push the door closed behind me. He wedged his foot in the door before I could close it fully.

“No. Wait,” he said quickly and desperately, “You've got it all wrong.” He followed me, uninvited, into my space as I removed my outerwear and stamped my snow-covered boots on the mat, before switching out into my indoor shoes and leaning against the counter for support.

“I'm not married. I'm separated,” he began earnestly. “My partner dumped my sorry ass last year and, well, me and Layla, we relocated to Evergreen Hollow. My sister and her husband live close by. Being a single parent is hard. I needed family close by to help me through it.”

“I found your shop by chance. I put Layla on the school bus every morning and then walk past Ground Control on my way to the garage. The name, well, as you can imagine as an ex-pilot, appealed to me. Something made me stop on that first morning, and…” He stopped and paused, looking up at me, those large brown eyes searching my soul. “I found something, or someone, that I wasn't expecting to find inside.”

“I brought Layla in to meet you because she wanted to meet the person that I can't stop talking about. Apparently it's all I do at home. She wanted to meet you, the person who makes me smile, and to be honest, I wanted her approval, because I really like you.”

I was stunned. I'd never heard Frankie say so much in one go before, he was usually quiet and reserved, just a small sprinkle of words here and there. Here he was, opening up to me like he never had before.

And he liked me. He really liked me. I think I opened and closed my mouth, but no words came out. I have to admit that when I finally found my voice I sounded like a lovestruck teen. 

“You like me?” 

“Yes, I do. I like you a lot.” He took a tentative step towards me, looking anxious, having laid his thoughts bare. And I waited. I had no idea what I was waiting for, if I was being really honest. “I thought that you didn't want to know me because I have a daughter,” he said sadly.

“That's-that’s not it,” I said. “I thought you were married. I didn't want to fall hard for a married man.”

“And now you know that I'm not?” He took several steps forward, crowding me up against the countertop. I could feel his warm breath across my neck. My hands gripped the wooden worktop behind me to support my legs, which had turned to jello. “Would you fall for me now?”

“It does change everything,” I said weakly.

“Yeah,” he said as he placed his still-cold hands over the top of mine, leaning into me, “How so?”

I could see every single bristle in his mustache, the flecks of gray in his beard, the heart-shaped hole in his jaw stubble, the silvery faded scar on his cheek, and the crease in his full bottom lip. 

His lips were so close to mine that it was just so easy to lean up and brush my own against his.

“Because I can do this,” I whispered. 

As I closed my eyes and the gap between us, I felt that everything had been leading up to this. The moment our lips touched, my insides swooped with elation. His hand moved instinctively to cup my jaw, his thumb gently stroking my cheek as we kissed for the first time. My fingers found their way into the damp curls in the nape of his neck. The melting snow on his jacket soaked through my top, but I really didn't care.

He was soft and warm, and tasted like spearmint. His facial hair grazed my chin as we gently and cautiously explored one another, crossing new boundaries, moving in a new direction - together. I wanted more of him. My stomach swooped again.

After what felt like forever, we broke apart, smiling at each other.

“What are you doing for Christmas?” Frankie looked at me longingly, his hand still cradled my jaw in a soft and gentle way.

“Oh, just curling up on the sofa,” I replied, shrugging off the emptiness of the Holidays.

“You could come to mine for dinner this evening?” He looked at me, imploring me to say yes. “Me and Layla. We can curl up on the sofa with movies and hot chocolate after?”

“Sounds wonderful,” I said as I melted into his touch.

“You never know, if it keeps on like this, we might get snowed in and you’d have to stay over,” he added, with a small suggestive shrug and a smile. “Christmas at mine.”

“Oh no. That would be terrible,” I deadpanned back, twirling one of his damp curls around my finger.

“Wouldn't it?” His eyes twinkled with amusement. “And anyway, how else am I going to get my morning fix?” He gently nudged my cheek with the cold tip of his nose and the ghost of his lips caressed my jaw.

“Of coffee?”

“No. Of you.”

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Nine Lives (witch's familiar!Ezra x witch!f!reader) - MASTERLIST

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pairing: witch's familiar!Ezra x witch!f!reader

rating: eventual E MDNI

summary: As you came into your powers and your curves filled in, Ezra realized he feelings for you were more than just affection. The only problem? He's a 300 year old cursed witch. Oh, and he's a cat.

contents: age gap (like 300 years), slow burn, yearning, soft!Ezra, probably anachronistic witchy stuff, love triangle (quadrangle?), reader is a millennial but otherwise not described, Ezra is a cat, he won't be forever, this isnt a beastiality thing, moth never uses y/n.

This one is for all of the Thackary Binx girlies. I've had a version of this story in my brain for years. I'm so excited to share it with you this spooky season.

I'm going to try very hard to keep to a schedule publishing this series!!

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 (dec)

Part 6

Part 7

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I have missed these two! I was so excited to see the update this morning!

The tension between them is killing me. They are literally driving each other nuts and I fucking love it! To be fair, Max is showing a lot of restraint. He could be way worse. I’m just patiently waiting for sunshine to finally break. 😈

I’m very curious to see what happens with Lucy and Van. I have a feeling Lucy is gonna cause some drama. Poor Van can’t catch a break, but I also think there could be an underlying reason to his withdrawal. I still think he has a bigger role here…

Can’t wait for the next installment, friend! 💜🙌

THE ROOMMATE AGREEMENT PART IX: I N G E S T

rating: 18+ for smut, gore and vampire shit

words: 6.0k

story summary: Facing immediate eviction you needed a roommate and you seem to have found the perfect choice in Max Phillips. He's charming, tidy, works nights at a marketing firm and even fixes things around the apartment. He's the perfect housemate. . . except for those strange scratching noises coming from his room at night...

a/n: This story is one of my favs. Such a departure from my other stuff and so much fun to escape into a vampire-existing world! I hope you enjoy how Max and Sunshine continue to navigate the mystery and the lust! Please remember to comment and reblog! Engagement is what keeps a majority of us writers going!

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PART IX: I N G E S T

The Phrog Brothers are at the clinic at five fifteen, just as the last staff leaves the office.  You welcome them in with a polite hello, guiding them to the back where the ritual of disposal begins again. 

It happens every two weeks like clockwork. To the point where if they're a little late you poke your head out the door, concerned something has happened to them. Usually it's just traffic or a job that took longer than expected. 

And despite everything you find yourself at ease with them. With the brothers you don't have to pretend about Max. You can complain and know that you don't have to edit yourself. 

As they pack up the coolers you learn more about them. How their parents died in a car crash. How they went to live with their bitter aunt who regarded them as burdens and an uncle who loved them to death. 

You learn that they visit him in a seniors home every week and play crib. They learn about Lucy and Mina and how hard it's been to maintain a relationship with them. 

"I just feel like they hate me," you say as you hand them both a coffee one evening. 

The three of you are leaning against the fridge and coolers, a coffee in hand. The Brothers take a moment to drink, leaning against the fridge and regarding you. Edgar is rubbing a fist into his eyes, yawning. 

"Are you sure it's not just you projecting?" Alan postulates.

"Huh?"

"I mean, when we first started out we were so overwhelmed with the whole... You know, stuff, that we just started to hermit." He takes another deep sip. "Stopped going out, stopped calling our friends back. It's hard to relate to people knowing that your problems are so different." 

"Yes! That's exactly it," you nod so vigorously you nearly upset your untouched coffee. "I just... How can I relate to someone complaining about their latest date when my roommate is a fucking vampire?"

"You have to try," Edgar says quietly over his mug, surprising you. He's a man of few words. "Going through it alone is brutal. And at least my brother and I have each other."

"Well, maybe we could all be friends," you say with an embarrassed flush. 

"Yeah why not?" Alan says with a kind smile. 

"You know exactly why not," Edgar snaps behind him.  “Familiars aren’t supposed to interact outside the-“

“Mind your fucking business,” Alan interrupts his brother, rolling his eyes at you. “And she’s not his familiar, remember?”

Edgar turns his back to you both, grumbling under his mouth about wasting time as he starts to get to work in the far fridge. Alan takes your cell and types in his personal cell number, giving you a look that seems to be piteous. 

"If it gets hard just text me, I'm usually up late." 

You wave them off outside your apartment a short while later, your cooler in hand. The sun is just about to set and you know that Max will be jonesing for his latest supply. It’s about the only time the two of you talk anymore.

It’s been six weeks since the horrible blow out with Max. Six weeks since you slept with Van. Six weeks since you and Max have persistently avoided each other in the apartment. You wish he would just move out already. Surely you could manage to get him his blood supply even if he lived across town?

But then how would he keep tabs on you? How would he ensure that you don’t bail and cross the country to avoid him and his relentless thirst?

You’ve volunteered to stay late for the Phrog Brothers pickups, much to Van’s surprise and appreciation. Things have been weird with the two of you since your impromptu sleepover. One that the more you thought about it, the more you regretted.

Van hasn’t pushed to have another one, but the first week following he did ask you for dinner and for a drink at his after. You went, feeling it was the right thing to do. But when he offered a drink at his place to follow you declined. Thankfully he was very respectful about it, insisting on driving you home.

You trudge up the steps to your apartment, distracted with thoughts of Van. Lately it feels like he’s becoming more withdrawn, more time in his office and you pray it’s not because of you.

You wonder what could be affecting him so deeply as you set up the blood packs in the miniature fridge, sighing to yourself as you stack them for easy access. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, showing a text from Mina.

Going out for drinks and pool. You wanna come?  Sure!!

You're thankful for any respite that gets you out of the house. You've been spending time at the library, at coffee shops or at the Demeter with the Mina and Lucy most evenings just to avoid going home. On one dire night when your girlfriends were busy you even went to a karaoke place with the ladies from accounting and sang Taylor Swift songs to avoid your roommate. 

Okay, that place on Marino Crescent at eight. Johnny says they have pool tables. Awesome I haven’t played in ages. Neither has Johnny. I think he’s regretting the suggestion lol. Bring Van if you want!!

Fuck no. You're not going to bring Van. Things are awkward enough as it is. You see the three little dots bounce.

Lucy says to bring Max 

Why the fuck does Lucy want Max to come? You set the scene – that he’s dating someone else and it’s serious. If Lucy thinks he's in a relationship it's clear she's hoping to seduce him away from his current partner. She’s never done anything like that, never enjoying the chase. So why is she so determined to get Max? 

Because she's never been rejected before. 

She's never felt the sting of being rebuffed or the hurtful ache of a lovers apathy. Lucy has always gotten what she desires. And because she can't have Max she wants him.

He's busy tonight. 

You don't want to go into it. As far as they know you and Max are not on good terms. That he’s an annoyance and you’re stuck with him until his lease runs out.  

You hop into the shower, getting ready before popping a mini pizza into the microwave. You eat it quickly as you do your makeup and finish your hair. You look at your wardrobe, unsure of what the dress code is. You bring up your phone and compose a message to Lucy.

What are you wearing tonight?

Lucy sends back a selfie in front of a mirror dressed in a clingy black leather skirt, thigh-high boots and a tight white shirt. Much too sexy for a pool hall, but very on brand for Lucy who turns heads wherever she goes. You decide on tight jeans and a sexy lacy black shirt. You give yourself a once over, pleased before heading for the front door.

"You look nice." 

You jump, startled at the voice behind you. You glance over your shoulder with a scowl to see Max drinking one of the blood packets like a Capri Sun. He's wearing a deep green sweater over trendy jeans. His hair is tousled and he smells divine. 

Max takes an appreciative look at the tight jeans you wear, the way you styled your hair, the shine of your mouth and the heels that make your legs go on forever. He thinks you might be wearing a push up bra too but he's not certain. He's dying to find out though. 

He has been aching to talk to you for weeks. He couldn’t help the jealousy he felt that night at knowing you’d been with Van but even after that blow up up he was desperate to make peace with you, but it was clear that’s not where your head was at. Tonight seems like the perfect time to extend an olive branch.

“Are you ordering an Uber?” he asks you, draining his bag and tossing it into the trash. “I can pay.”

You give him a side eye before shoving your keys into your purse and throwing it over your shoulder. You ignore Max, striding out of the apartment with him hot on your heels. 

You think that he's just exiting and going out at the same time as you, but he's still there standing behind you as you prepare to order an Uber you can't help but feel your hackles rise. You spin around in irritation to glare at him. 

"What are you doing? Why are you following me?"

"I'm not following you, I'm joining you."

Shock and disdain overtake you at the mere suggestion and Max finds himself softening at the sight. He’ll take your anger versus your silence any day of the week. In fact, he’s sort of missed it.

"Oh no you're fucking not," you snap. "I don't want you anywhere around me and my friends."

"Tough luck, babe," Max says with a smirk, "Lucy invited me and I said yes."

You stare him down for a moment, your teeth clenched in agitation. Max is amused, a pouty smirk on his handsome face. It makes you want to slap him. 

…So beautiful when you're angry… 

You blink rapidly, stepping back from him. His voice fades from your mind but you're still shaken. 

"What did you just say?"

His eyes drop to your feet noting your retreat. 

"I didn't say anything," Max frowns, confused. 

The traffic sounds out around you, the chill of the weather encroaching. Max notes how you exhale, blinking at the fat droplets that have begun to fall from the sky.  He tilts his head to the side playfully. 

"Should we share an Uber? My treat." 

"No." 

"You gonna walk all that way in those heels?' he asks with a knowing look at your footwear before a sleek car pulls up along the curb. 

"Maybe I will!"

Max motions to the car. 

"Babe, it's late and raining. Your shoes are sexy as fuck but they don't look comfortable. And I'm pretty sure that everyone is already at the bar so why don't you just come with me?" 

You're about to say something rude, but more raindrops are starting. A taxi at this time will be a fortune and standing in the rain waiting for another one seems stupid.

With a heavy sigh and even heavier heart you follow Max into the car. 

///

Lucy, Mina and Johnny are standing outside the bar as your Uber draws up alongside it. Jonny is puffing on a cigarette as Mina and Lucy laugh at something. 

Everyone looks so laid back and relaxed. It makes you envious because it feels like ages since you felt the same. 

You offer up a hasty thanks to the Uber driver before throwing yourself out of the car. 

You feel like Lucy notes as Max exits the car after you. You can only hope she draws the obvious concussion that as roommates it makes sense you would commute together. 

The group greets one another before heading inside the bar, the noise of the Sound system playing some twangy number. 

A man with a trucker hat eyes Lucy as she walks in, all but licking his lips. This isn't unusual, Lucy attracts attention wherever she goes. 

"We'll grab drinks," Johnny and Mina offer. 

"We'll grab a table," Lucy says quickly linking her arm with Max's. He allows her to drag him towards an empty both, her body pressed tightly to his side. 

You stand awkwardly between the couple's heading off on different journeys. You feel embarrassed and alone. In the end you decide to join Mina and Johnny at the bar. 

"It's been a while," Lucy purrs, pulling out her best flirtatious smile as she and Max slide into the booth. "You look good."

"Same goes for you," Max says smoothly. "Even more beautiful than I remember."

And it's true, Lucy is so much healthier looking, that familiar sparkle back in her eyes. 

"Feels like ages since we've hung out," Lucy murmurs, dropping her voice seductively. 

"Works been busy."

She tilts closer to him in the booth, shoulders touching.

"I've missed our late nights."

Max enjoyed those nights with Lucy. Loved the way she fell apart underneath him, the sweetness of her blood coating his tongue.

 But she doesn't compare to how he feels just being in the same room as you, even if you don't give him the time of day. He knows that you feel something for him, this same inexorable draw that's been growing more intense by the day. 

He catches sight of you from the corner of his eyes, pressed between Johnny and Mina at the bar. You're staring over at the booth with a frown on your face. 

Are you jealous? 

Max feels his pulse pitch high, vibrating. He drank only hours ago and his body feels more alive tonight. He feels his pants tightening at your furious expression. He prays Lucy doesn't notice. 

The thought that you're jealous has him fighting to hold back a grin. You look between he and Lucy, unaware that he's covertly watching you.You force your gaze back to a chattering Mina, trying not to think about the flirtatious motif happening on the other side of the room. 

You help she and Johnny carry back some drinks and shots to the table. 

"Shots to start!" Mina says passing them to everyone, sliding them across the burnished tabletop.

Max is about to deny this offer when she waves his indecision away, head shaking. 

"You're drinking too, Max. I don't care what kind of diet you're on." 

You can't help but feel a bit amused at the concerned look Max now wears. He's so rarely looks out of control that you take advantage, relishing the way his brows saddle. 

How are you gonna get out of this one, eh Max? 

You raise your shot along with everyone else, noticing that Max joins in belatedly

"Here's to friends, fun and.." 

"Fucking!" Lucy ends for her. 

The group laughs, and you force yourself to join along, even though the suggestion infuriates you. Then heads are thrown back, eyes closed and throats bobbing. But you don't move, you sit there, drink in hand and watch as Max pretends to throw back his shot, amazed when he tosses it over his shoulder and into the planter behind him. 

He gives you a slow wink when he catches you staring at his deception, knowing full well that there's nothing you can say about it. You throw back your shot angrily before slamming it onto the table. 

He gets away with everything. 

The rest of the cocktails and beer are handed out and of course Max pretends that the shot was enough, and he really needs to stick to his diet. 

"You don't need to," Lucy says, removing a piece of lint from his sweater. "You look really good."

"So do you," he smirks, eyes flicking to you and then back to her. You watch as his mouth goes to the shell of her ear. "Good enough to eat." 

You see red, feeling your fingers curl into fists under the table as Lucy giggles, her hand flattening against his chest. 

"Pool!"

You say it so loudly that the entire table goes quiet and stares at you. Lucy’s pretty face crinkles into confusion as she stares at you.

"Huh?"

"I'm going to play pool," you repeat as you stand. You try to ignore the amused look on Max’s face.  "If, uh, anyone wanted to join me." 

"I do!" Mina says already tipsy. Jonny stands up after her, making sure she doesn't trip out of the booth. 

"We'll stay here," Lucy says with a curl of her fingers around Max's elbow. "Lots of catching up to do."

It doesn't occur to you to be worried about what might be said. All you can focus on is how her grip has not released from his elbow. Your eyes flick from her fingers up to Max's face. He's wearing that same supercilious smirk he has all evening. The one he wears when he knows he's getting under your skin. 

You scowl at him before allowing Mina to take your hand and tug you towards the pool table, whining your name. Max watches you figure retreat before he's drawn back into the conversation with Lucy. 

///

You and Mina give a throaty guffaw as Johnny attempts to hit one if the colorful cue balls and misses entirely. 

"Hey, I've never done this before," he says with a good natured grin Mina's way as the two of you continue to giggle. 

"Sure," she goads him, one hand on the pool table, the other on her hip. "That can be your excuse."

The three of you continue going a few more rounds, giggles and titters escaping you every time Johnny misses. 

"Okay I surrender," Johnny finally says with a shake of his head. "I need a recess."

"I'll allow it," you say with a grave nod of your head. "Gives me time to practice."

"Want another drink? We'll grab 'em," Johnny offers. Mina is already heading up to the bar. 

"Anything is fine as long as it's not tequila," you insist. He nods and you watch he and Mina go to the bar. 

Your eyes sail over to the dark corner of the bar, Lucy's red hair shining like a beacon. Max is still seated there with her, smiling in that charming way of his. It irritates you to see them so intimate. 

///

"I'm sorry if I was too pushy before," Lucy says with a sad look his way, her drink drained.

“Tonight?”

“No,” she shakes her head, a flush starting over her cheeks. “Back when… when we were having fun a few months ago. I guess I thought we were really hitting it off.”

"We were," Max insists.

“But then you just… stopped calling."

Max can see the hurt in her expression and he feels a stab of regret for acting so impulsively before.

"Luce, it isn't anything you did or anything you are. I'm just... I'm not ready for anything right now." 

Lucy's pale flesh goes pinker along her cheekbones. At first he thinks it's shyness until her eyes raise and he sees the anger there. 

"Max you don't have to baby me," she says with a disgusted scoff. 

"Huh?"

"Your girlfriend," Lucy rolls her eyes. "You don't have to pretend."

Max blinks at Lucy in confusion. 

"Lucy, I have no idea what you're talking about." 

Lucy looks crestfallen for a moment, eyes scanning his face for any hint he's full of shit. 

"So you're not dating anyone," she confirms, her mouth in a pout. 

"No," Max says shaking his head. "I don't know where you got that from." 

Lucy looks across the bar to where you stand at the pool table lining up your next shot.

"A little birdie told me." 

///

You finishing positioning yourself over the ball, closing one eye and aiming with your cue. 

"Your forms all wrong sweetheart," a man with the trucker hat tells you across the table. The one who's been watching your group all night. 

He's in the beginning stages of growing a punch, and a thin sliver of his flesh is exposed between his jeans and shirt. He holds a drained pint glass and you see his eyes are unfocused, drunken. 

"Yeah, well, did okay enough to beat my friend," you say with a shrug and a wary laugh. 

"Yeah but he's a shit player," the man says swinging to your side of the table. "If you're gonna go up against a real player you gotta know the right stance." 

"I'm just here to have fun," you explain. You bend over the table and aim your cue at the striped ball, hoping that this will indicate to the man that the conversation is over. 

Instead you feel his hips dig against your ass, causing you to curl further over the pool table. You grimace, trying to extricate yourself by sliding sideways. 

"Where you going honey?" The man slurs. "Gotta help you with your form." 

A meaty hand lands on your hip, keeping you in place. Your eyes shoot across the bustling room but Mina and Johnny are deep in a conversation at the bar. You don't know where Max and Lucy are. For the first time tonight you feel a stab of true anxiety. 

"I'm okay," you say with a shaky laugh, not wanting to get him angry. "Really, I know how to play." 

Your heart trumpets within your ribs, your head growing fuzzy with stress. 

"Nah you're holding your cue all wrong," the man says with an oily chuckle at the back of your head. His hips bite into you more harshly, pinching your pelvis against the wood table. 

"Lemme show you how to do it sweetheart," he husks at your ear. 

The sour stench of cheap beer washes over your cheek as he does this and you flinch away, revolted.

"Could teach you a lot of things," the man continues and now you feel his erection starting to swell.

You remember that asshole in the train station and the leering looks of men as you walk to work. And now this fucker thinking he can do this to you? 

You bring the butt of your cue sharply back, jabbing the man harshly in the stomach. He lets out an oof of surprise, his hands leaving your hips. 

"Get the fuck off-"

The words in your sentence aren't even finished when you feel the man jerking back from you. You turn victoriously, your smile dropping as you view Max with the man shoved up against the wall. 

"You don't fucking touch her," Max is growling. The drunk man looks like he's about to say something back but as he stares at Max's face you watch the blood drain from his. His eyes widen in terror and he begins to make an anxious grunting noise. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry it won't happen again. I've just had a few too many drinks-"

Max throws the man onto the dirty floor, his eyes flashing red for only a second. His teeth are bared furiously at the man groaning on the floor. 

"Apologize." 

"I'm sorry," the man says, still on his back and cupping his hands together in supplication as he stares up at Max. "I just-"

"Not to me," Max hisses. He leans over to grab the man by the scruff of his neck, tossing him like a rag doll in your direction. "Apologize to her." 

The man crawls on his hands and knees the rest of the way to you. You stare open mouth and shocked as the man kneels at your feet bowing there. 

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I never should have touched you." He looks up at you and his eyes are watery. "My wife just left me and-"

"I don't give a fuck," you grind out between clenched teeth. "Your shitty relationship doesn't mean you get a free pass to be a fucking perv." 

"You're right," the man says in a thick voice, looking pathetic knelt on the floor, blubbering. "You're totally right." 

You feel a mixture of vindicated an incredibly irritated as you glare at Max who stands there looking at you curiously. 

"I had it handled," you snap at Max. "I don't need you swooping in playing white knight." 

The crowd that gathered for the show smirks and whispers to one another, shooting looks between you and Max.  With a disgusted scoff you turn from them both, tossing your purse over your shoulder. You don't miss the glower Lucy shoots you as you sail past the bar and out into the night. 

///

Max watches you stalking off out the door and feels himself deflate. 

He can't help it, the second he heard that rapid staccato of your heartbeat from across the room and saw you pinned by that piece of shit Max had been like an animal; striding away from Lucy mid-sentence to pull the creep off of you. 

He'd been reckless in a way he'd never been before. He felt the fury building in him, his teeth lengthening. This must have been evident because the barfly nearly shit his pants when he looked Max in the face. 

And how did you react? You screamed at Max, made him feel small and embarrassed. Why the fuck is he doing this? Why is he so drawn to you? It's fucking stupid of him. He needs to get laid. He needs to fuck you out of his system.

Lucy watches Max approach with a displeased look on her face. 

"You must think I'm pretty stupid," She says with a calculated scan of his body. "You obviously have feelings for her."

"She's my roommate," Max says with a shake of his head. "Trust me that is all she'll ever be to me." 

Lucy seems to calm down at that, her cheeks of blotchy pink at her oval reaction. She drops her voice to a low purr.

"You wanna get out of here? I have some wine back at my place."

Max knows that Lucy still recalls the pleasure found in his bite and like an addict she wants more, no matter how much of her dignity she must sacrifice. 

"No thanks," Max sighs, wishing he could just go with her and fuck you out of his mind. But he knows it would be too far. Your friend is off limits. 

"Right, of course not," Lucy says with a shake of her head. She looks at Max with disappointment before a clarity grows in her gaze. "I think it's better if we don't talk anymore, Max." 

"If that's what you want." 

"It is." 

Max watches her leave the bar with Mina and Johnny. The three of them cast a sidelong look at Max before exiting together.

Bye bye normal friends. 

Max feels a mixture of shame, lust, anguish and frustration combining into a potent cocktail that that has him reaching for his cell. 

Hey. You up for a visit? 

///

You're lying on the couch, frustrated and exhausted all at once. Tonight was an even bigger disaster than you'd anticipated. You should be in your bed but Max isn’t home yet. Its been hours and you still haven’t heard his key in the lock or his boots on the floor.

What happens if he sleeps somewhere else? Can he sleep without his dirt?

Why the fuck do I care?

You shouldn’t. You don’t. Max is not your friend and you certainly do not care if he can survive without his dirt pile. If anything, maybe he’s out sourcing a new familiar who isn’t tired of his bullshit yet.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you pull it out hastily. 

Max told me he isn't seeing anyone.

Your entire body goes cold as you read that. Lucy's tone is always easily discernible over text. Whereas normally she adds a lot of emojis and LOLs this message is stark and to the point.

When you see the three dots bounce again on the screen you feel your insides twist. 

So maybe learn how to lie better. 

You're stomach plummets to your feet as you read those words over and over. 

Lucy is one of your dearest friends. Not only does she think you lied to her, she also had to witness Max being protective of you at the bar tonight. You can't imagine what she's thinking and now you don't know how to find out. 

You quickly open a chat window with Mina, typing quickly and said to get off. 

Hey is Lucy upset? 

As you wait for her reply you double on your thumb fingernail anxiously. 

I think so? She won't talk about it. Any idea???

She thinks that I lied to her.  Did you?  Technically yes. But only to protect her. 

You hope that Mina doesn't want too many details. But her response isn't anything you were expecting 

I really don't wanna to get caught up in whatever this drama is about. Things are going really well with me and J and that's what I want to focus on.  I'm glad things are going so well.  Are you? Because the last time you asked me anything about Johnny or dating was like two months ago. 

The hand holding the phone is shaky and the words start to tremble in front of you. 

Wait are you mad at me too?!  ... ....

No response. You want to hurl your phone across the room in frustration. But instead you open it up and compose a new text. 

Hey. Sorry it's late.  Np playing RDR2 and smoking some truly excellent weed. What's up? 

You can picture Alan right now, stoned and sleepy playing his video game. You swallow the tears starting and text him back.

I'm pretty sure I just fucked up my only friendships.  How'd you do that? Tried to protect them from Max. Ended up just pushing them away. I feel like I'm pushing everyone away.  Shit I'm sorry that sucks.  Yeah, it really does. 

Your eyes go blurry with tears and you sniff lightly, looking at the bright screen.  

You wanna come over and get stoned? My bro has some edibles if that's more your thing. 

You're incredibly touched by the offer from this man who is practically a stranger to you. 

I appreciate it but I'm gonna go to bed. Thanks for listening. See you in a few weeks.  Ttyl 

You hear the door creak open and turn to see Max creeping into the apartment. He looks surprised to see you still awake. Before he can say anything you're on your feet and the words burst from you. 

“Where the fuck have you been?”

Max blinks, tossing his keys into the ceramic bowl by the door, not even answering before you're speaking again.

"I can only assume you're just getting back from fucking Lucy?"

Max puts his hands in his pockets, exhaling slowly. He looks tired and his voice is a soft husk.

“I wasn’t with Lucy.”

You can’t understand why, but right now you’re so furious you want punch something. 

“I don’t believe you,” you spit, nearly blind with rage. “I know you were.”

Max’s eyes go into angry slits as he strides towards you.

"No, I was not with Lucy and no, I did not sleep with her," Max snarls. "Although I could have. She was throwing herself at me all night."

"If that’s true I’m shocked," you tell him drolly. "Surprised you managed not to give her any more love bites.”

You give him a sneer, starting to stride past him to your bedroom.

"Jealous much?" Max snaps.

"Jealous of what? You and her?" You force a scoff. "Get over yourself." 

"Jealous that she got to fuck me while you only get to dream about it?"

At the accusation you stop in your tracks, whirling so that you can face him.

"Excuse me?"

"I hear you in there," Max murmurs, his jaw ticking as he points at your bedroom door. "I hear you moaning my name when you come."

"I-I don't..." your face is burning with humiliation. 

How on earth did he know? Was he just standing there outside your door listening to your touching yourself while you fantasized about him?

"What's the real problem, Sunshine?”  Max teases with a sharp edge when he sees you falter. “That I fucked your friend? Or do you just not wanna admit you want me to fuck you too?" 

Your face contorts into a revolted grimace. "You're disgusting."

"No, I'm honest." 

"Actually, what you are is a repulsive monster who can't control himself," you say evenly, your eyes flinty. 

Max doesn't know why but hearing those words from you are causing his mask of indifference to slip. You watch his throat bob, gaze softening a fraction.

"I control myself every day," Max replies.

You peer up at him, something calculating behind your eyes. Max watches, shocked when you bite harshly into your lower lip, the sharp teeth breathing the skin of your soft mouth. A ruby droplet beads there enticingly.

Max's eyes go dark, the iris going a deep black, shiny and predatory as he sees it, the scent wafting into his nostrils as he stares at your mouth. Everything in his body is coming alive, like a man starving and finding salvation.

You smile, feeling the warmth of your blood on your lip as he tilts forward.

"You don't know what you're doing," Max murmurs, his voice low and husky, his eyes stuck on your mouth. His lips move to yours, a breath away from connecting before you pull back, looking victorious.  

"I’m just reminding you what you are, Max," you say with a smug smirk. "A pathetic monster that can't stop giving into his baser instincts."

Max can only stare at you open-mouthed, pupils still blown, body still tightening. He watches as you wipe the blood onto the back of your sleeve, shooting him a disgusted shake of your head before moving past him into your bedroom.

"You can't control anything, least of all yourself.”

Max is still silently staring after you when you slam the door closed.

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On Call | Masterlist

frankie morales x f!reader

summary: there are many things frankie morales used to laugh at in romcoms. falling in love with the girl next door, the babysitter, your best friend. and then he met you.

pairing: neighbour!frankie x f!babysitter!reader

ratings/warnings: 18+, MDNI. dual pov. best buds to lovers, idiots in love, reader is good with kids. a little canon divergent. reader and frankie are both bi and have same sex exes. mentions of experiencing biphobia and heartbreak. talk of dead/absent parents. frankie fixin' stuff, competency kink, makin' a man some lunch (in a neighbourly way). mutual pining, f&m masturbation, drinking and smoking. tooth rotting fluff and then eventual devious post-bedtime activity (smut).

reader is a teacher and has hair, but she is otherwise a blank slate :)

an: howdy, y'all. in an effort to write something like a normal length fic, i've split this one shot in three lol. excited for you to meet these guys <3

pt i - arizona

pt ii - on call

pt iii - mi amigo

pt iv - you and i

epilogue - birthday

extras

weightless

super graphic ultra modern girl

the immortals

frankie and bug’s whisky night playlist

frankie grey sweats drabble

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Lost and Found

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

AO3 link

Synopsis: If your ex can fuck a twenty-something, why can't you?

Description: Age gap fic with a young (pre-DEA) Javier Peña and an older reader. Don't you want to know why Javi is such a stud in the bedroom? It's because you taught him well. Told in the second person, reader has a history but little to no description.

Relationships and characters: Javier Peña x f!reader plus a surprise guest in Part 3. If you're not interested in a second PP character entering the fray you can absolutely read Part 1 and Part 2 as a standalone story.

Warnings: mostly smut, some discussion of loss. Javi can go all night and we take advantage of that in this story. Penetrative sex with protection, oral (both male and female receiving), some anal play (male receiving) cause Javi is finding himself.

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Fifteen Masterlist

Din Djarin x Cam Girl Reader AU

Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Summary: Being a cam girl isn't as exciting as people think it is, that is until you fall in love with your favorite customer. Warnings: Smut, voyeurism, sex work, Din reveals his face, Din is bad at feelings, Din's a virgin, premature ejaculation, mutual masturbation, face sitting, unprotected p in v sex, oral sex. Chapters will have individual warnings.

Chapter 1 - Fifteen Minutes Chapter 2 - Fifteen Weeks Chapter 3 - Fifteen Months

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I'll Always Wait For You Masterlist - Completed

Meeting the boys when they get back from one of their first tours turns out to be an eventful night that will form strong friendships and break some hearts.

Frankie Morales x f!reader

Overall rating: M for mature themes. 18+ only!

Ongoing (please note reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photos)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Insights/Drabble:

100 Followers Thanks/You Choose Prompts: Insights into early draft ideas for I'll Always Wait For You (don't read until you've read through chapter 6 to avoid spoilers!)

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'roommates' masterlist

Pairing: pornstar!joel x f!reader

Series Summary: Your roommate, Maria, introduces you to her boyfriend's brother. You hit it off immediately, but when you find out the true nature of his profession, you both decide to remain just friends. But once the four of you eventually move in together, things get... complicated.

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A lovers to friends to lovers fic

Series Warnings: no outbreak AU, language, smut (18+ MDNI), slow burn, cigarette use, some descriptions of porn (obviously), angst, mutual pining, jealousy, possessive behavior, infidelity (reader cheating on OC), alcohol use

Status: complete

A/N: this idea hit me when I was reading @shellshocklove's I Wanna Be Your Lover. If you haven't had the pleasure, I recommend you reading it. It is a great story and very well written.

Chapters:

1. you're joking, right?

2. sparks on the Fourth of July

3. fun in the sun

4. swipe right

5. roll the dice

6. pitching a tent

7. jack and jill

8. forever

9. hold onto each other

10. just us two

One-shots/Requests:

Roll Call 2: reader and Joel watch some of his porn together

Red Lace & Holiday Cheer: While visiting him at work, you decide to give Joel his Christmas present early.

Asks/BTS/Inspo/Extras:

Joel's Likes/Dislikes

Floor Plan

Moodboard by @almostfoxglove ❤️

Love Languages

lovely dividers by @saradika-graphics

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Please excuse me while I do some housekeeping. My fic recs and tbr lists are already a mess again. 😅

I’ve decided I will no longer be adding incomplete series to the rec list. There are just too many hanging around out there unfinished and I feel bad for reccing them without an ending. So, imma leave them on the TBR list until they are complete until I decide to do something else completely different. I may end up making a “Reading in Progress” list at some point, for my own sanity. Who knows. 🤦🏻‍♀️

💜Mysty