Fic: Devil's Dime 1/1, RPF, Jeff Hardy/OFC, NC-17
Title: Devil's Dime
Author: TempestQuill/Cassie
Characters/Pairing: Jeff Hardy/OFC, mentions of Matt Hardy, Adam Copeland (Edge), John Cena, Cade, and Murdoch
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, oral, biting, dubious consent, Het Smexin (I'm so ashamed of myself *face palm*)
Word Count: 3,758
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, but I wouldn't mind renting them on occassion, alas I'm broke, but hell, I can turn tricks for these guys, except Matt, because ewww, but I want his skull camo pants, heavily fumigated first, but I WANTS them. I so think I could wear em.
Summary: This is the last goodbye, I feel it in on my bones and I’ve only just said hello, but this look in his eyes. It’s just for tonight, one last time. I can read that message clearly, not in him, in me, but that doesn’t matter, at least that is what this heat and ache inside tells me. Sell my soul for one more night, I can do that now and worry over consequences later. Yes, the devil can wait to settle his deal later, because I’m all grown up now in this world of pain and pleasure, and I pay my debts. Even the devil gets his due.
Notes: This was written for my Plot 20 table, 13. Maturation. I actually did not start watching wrestling until recently, but now I find it fascinating simply because the personas are so extreme. I also watch for other reasons, I mean damn, hot, sweaty boys grapling over other hot, sweaty boys. Men touching each other! What's not to love? Why it inspired het though? Well I think my muse, Provenance, found the special mushrooms. Lissa is still stunned over this adventure into Het. She thinks I've finally cracked. I think she may be right.
“So you’re serious. You got me all hard and laid out, ready to go, and you’re just gonna tell me to turn over and give me a massage? Fuck that.”
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Please blame the muse for this madness. I've tried telling her crack is whack, but will she listen? Don't forget to review!
Author: TempestQuill/Cassie
Characters/Pairing: Jeff Hardy/OFC, mentions of Matt Hardy, Adam Copeland (Edge), John Cena, Cade, and Murdoch
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, oral, biting, dubious consent, Het Smexin (I'm so ashamed of myself *face palm*)
Word Count: 3,758
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, but I wouldn't mind renting them on occassion, alas I'm broke, but hell, I can turn tricks for these guys, except Matt, because ewww, but I want his skull camo pants, heavily fumigated first, but I WANTS them. I so think I could wear em.
Summary: This is the last goodbye, I feel it in on my bones and I’ve only just said hello, but this look in his eyes. It’s just for tonight, one last time. I can read that message clearly, not in him, in me, but that doesn’t matter, at least that is what this heat and ache inside tells me. Sell my soul for one more night, I can do that now and worry over consequences later. Yes, the devil can wait to settle his deal later, because I’m all grown up now in this world of pain and pleasure, and I pay my debts. Even the devil gets his due.
Notes: This was written for my Plot 20 table, 13. Maturation. I actually did not start watching wrestling until recently, but now I find it fascinating simply because the personas are so extreme. I also watch for other reasons, I mean damn, hot, sweaty boys grapling over other hot, sweaty boys. Men touching each other! What's not to love? Why it inspired het though? Well I think my muse, Provenance, found the special mushrooms. Lissa is still stunned over this adventure into Het. She thinks I've finally cracked. I think she may be right.
“So you’re serious. You got me all hard and laid out, ready to go, and you’re just gonna tell me to turn over and give me a massage? Fuck that.”
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Please blame the muse for this madness. I've tried telling her crack is whack, but will she listen? Don't forget to review!