#his smokey eye was giving me trouble

[spaciebabie]

burned out

[norrisleclercf1]

Tennessee Whiskey

Pairing: Country Singer!Reader x Lando Norris

Rating: PG-17

Words: 7.3K

Warnings: None really, just language, the dickhead known as Rhett

Requested: Yes/No

Songs: Save a Horse, Ride a cowboy by Big & Rich, Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton, Life is a Highway by Rascal Flatts, She's Country by Jason Aldean, What Hurts the Most by Rascal Flatts, All-American Girl by Carrie Underwood, Jolene by Dolly Parton, Bless these Broken Roads by Rascal Flatts, Fancy by Reba McEntire, What Ifs by Kane Brown

Synopsis: You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey

You're as sweet as strawberry wine

You're as warm as a glass of brandy

And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time

Some country songs just write themselves

A/N: I want to thank @monzamash for giving me the idea of how they met but also @vintaqestar for fueling this even more. And also Chris Stapleton for me listening to song and giving me the inpsiration. @bibissparkles

"Welcome to Nashville," Lando smiles brightly at the older gentleman holding his hand. 

Nashville, Tennessee. That's where Lando was currently, here for a Jack Daniel's event. He's never been to Nashville, but he is standing in the back room of a cramped yet packed bar. Jack was releasing a new bottle, a special one with McLaren on it. Fans and nonfans alike were here for the event. 

He was also told that some country singers would be there. The base was thumping, and the thick smell of smoke and alcohol had his throat tightening. Oscar was leaning against a wall, probably not wise as Lando had touched it, and it was sticky. Yet, Oscar looked the most relaxed Lando had ever seen. 

"You bunch sure know how to throw a party," Oscar voices, a little louder than usual. But with the southern drawl of some singer, a song about a tractor that is somehow sexy. "How is a tractor sexy?" Lando whispers, lips right against Oscar's ear. The Aussie turns and shrugs his shoulder. "I don't think they care, look." Oscar points to the crowd. 

Oscar was right; Lando was watching people sing and do some type of synchronized dancing. "What are they doing?" The older gentleman, whose name Lando couldn't remember, something like Dan, laughed loudly. "It's called line dancing." Oscar and Lando share a look and just shrug their shoulders. "When do we go out?" Oscar asks, but Dan waves his hand. 

"Ah hell, you ain't gonna go on stage, boys; you're behind the bar. We don't showboat out here. Unless you're like them," Dan, maybe Cash, points, and Lando looks over. He sucks in a breath seeing a woman holding a torched guitar. It was gorgeous, with dark wood, but through the low lights, it looked like fire was taken to give it this smokey look. "That's The Cadillac's. A new band, but damn, they think they're going to clean house at the CMA's." Dan yells, tipping his hat. 

Lando stopped listening, though, unable to take his eyes off the woman with the guitar. With their hair pulled back and a black cowboy hat placed on their head. Oscar looks over at what has Lando's attention and chuckles. "Hey, who is that?" Oscar asks, pointing to who Lando is staring at. "Eh, oh, that's Y/n L/n, the lead singer. Sweet, sweet girl. Born and raised here in the south, want me to introduce you two?" "Yes," "No," Oscar and Lando answer simultaneously. 

"Excuse Lando, he gets nervous meeting new people. We'd love to meet them." Oscar chuckles, and Dan smiles and pulls the two drivers over. 

"Honestly, what even is a McLaren?" Your drummer, Cassie asks, fixing her belt buckle. She earned something from Barrel Racin and would cut anyone for touching it. "I think it's a type of car, Y/N?" You whip your head up at your bassist Judd asks, poking you. "What? Yeah, it's a car, but this is for Formula 1. I said yes to this cause it's Jackie's bar. We started here, guys; just be polite." You urge knowing that Cassie and Judd tended to get in some trouble. 

"We'll be on our best behavior, ma'am." Judd tips his hat, and you just roll your eyes. "Kids!" You three turn, seeing Jackie barreling towards you with two young men dressed in Vols orange. "Y/n, this is Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri; they're the drivers for this fancy party." Jackie laughs and pats the one named Lando on the back. "Nice to meet ya'll," You stick out your hand. 

Lando mumbles back a hello but doesn't shake your hand. "Oscar," You turn, and what you assume is the oldest of the two shakes your hand. "Y/n, nice to meet ya." Oscar smiles, but you turn back to Lando and give him a small smile. "Well, um, catch ya later." You clear your throat, and Lando looks up and nods. 

"Yeah, gotta a crowd to sing to," Judd places his arm over your shoulders, and you can tell he is staring down at Lando. "And I gotta get these boys behind the bar," You wave off Jackie, smile at Lando, and nod your head at Oscar as you three take the stage. 

Lando jumps a little at the roar that builds into the building, even on the street. This place was shaking alone with just the cheer of the crowd. "Here, and don't worry about making difficult orders, just the ones with the new whiskey. You two should be fine." Dan says, or Jackie, actually. "Thanks!" Oscar laughs as Lando can't pull his eyes off the stage. 

"Hello, Nashville. Now, let's give a big warm welcome to our other half from across the pond. McLaren Formula 1 Team!" You scream; a bright light lands on Lando as people cheer, and Oscar has to nudge him to wave. "Alright, we're all here to drink but also dance, so let me introduce myself to you, lovely people. I'm Y/n, and we're The Cadillacs. We're gonna start off with a good one. So sing if you know it, dance, who cares." You laugh. 

"I've known you since Brad and Angelina

We go back like Pontiac seats

If I got an aisle with a mess I gotta clean up

I know you'll be showin' up with bleach, hmm." 

Lando smiles, hearing the opening lyrics, and people quickly move, grabbing someone to dance with as the sound of the violin and guitar complement one another. 

All those names that we don't ever speak of

Got a couple nights that have slipped my mind

Proof and photographs have been deleted

If you ever needed an alibi

'Cause dirt on you is dirt on me

And we both know our hands ain't clean

If it all blows up and we end up on the news

If you go down, I'm going down too

"Hey, can I get a whiskey sour?" Someone yells, and Lando snaps his head away from you and to the woman before him, and he nods. Lando hums along, even going as far as to tap his foot to the beat. 

It's a good thing we're each other's kinda crazy

Ain't no judgment or keepin' score

If you rob a bank, I'm your getaway Mercedes

God knows that's what friends are for

'Cause dirt on you is dirt on me

And we both know our hands ain't clean

If it all blows up and we end up on the news

If you go down, I'm going down too

If you go down, I'm going down too, yeah

"They're pretty good. The crowd loves them!" Oscar yells, handing off 3 beers, and the cowboys yell and head off, the crowd growing more with each passing minute. Like the music was drawing them in more than them. Which was probably true. 

I keep all your secrets by the dozen

You know where my skeletons sleep

Hypothetically, if you ever kill your husband

Hand on the Bible, I'd be lyin' through my teeth

'Cause dirt on you is dirt on me

And we both know our hands ain't clean

If it all blows up and we end up on the news

If you go down, I'm going down too

Our bodies are buried, and they're in the same ditch

So even if I wanted to, I can't snitch

30 to life would go quicker with you, yeah

Smiling at the crowd, you can't help but pull your attention to the bar, seeing Lando bop his head and smile brightly. You feel this lightness in your chest when you see his smile; he is adorable. But he was also gorgeous in this unique way; you could stare at him for hours. Unsure why, you're glad he was enjoying your song, which was currently snug at number 1 in the charts. 

So, if you go down, I'm going down too

If you go down, I'm going down too

If you go down, I'm going down too

You finish off the ending and sigh as the crowd roars, and you scan it and see Lando smiling and clapping loudly. You blush and look back at the crowd and then at Judd and Cassie. "Hey? One of the oldies?" You ask, knowing the crowd would love it. "Fuck yeah!" Judd laughs, knowing the next song is about your ex. A nasty piece of work. 

"Alright, one more 'cause we've got some great talent here. Now, how about a song warning men what happens when you cheat on a good ole southern girl?" You laugh seeing men groan, but the woman jumping up and down. This was the song that catapulted your career. 

Right now, he's probably slow dancin' with a bleach-blonde tramp

And she's probably gettin' frisky

Right now, he's probably buyin' her some fruity little drink

'Cause she can't shoot whiskey

Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool stick

Showin' her how to shoot a combo

And he doesn't know

Lando's eyes snap up at you on the stage, hearing the dark rumble change in how you started to change and how you give yourself a deep southern drawl. Lando laughs as he watches you lean into the song, singing your heart out as you hit each note with emotions. Lando shudders, hating to be the guy this song was written about. 

He doesn't know how it happened, but Lando ends up singing along with the crowd and starts to jump when Cassie hits the drums and joins in on the chorus. "Maybe next time, he'll think before he cheats!" Lando yells and watches the stage go dark. "Damn, the group got a new fan?" Lando blushes when Oscar nudges him, but he just looks away. Something about you was pulling him in. 

"I sure hope so!" Lando jumps, hearing your accent right there. Damn, you looked good. Lando melted slightly with a light shine to your skin, hair a little messy, and cheeks wide from your smile. "Want some water?" Lando freezes, hating that's what he started with. You giggle and lean over the bar, not caring for the way your skin is sucked into it now. "How about a double shot of whiskey? Think ya could do that?" You ask, staring at Lando. 

"Yeah," He breathes, and you giggle, jumping back down as you watch him move behind the bar and fix the drink. "Hey, how old are you?" Oscar turns and gives a lopsided grin. "I'm 22, Lando is 24." Your eyes grow wide, hearing that Lando is the oldest among them. "Really? For sure, I thought it was you." You laugh, Lando blushing even harder. 

"Here," He slides the glass over, and you smile, taking a sip. "Damn, good whiskey." Lando chuckles and hands off some other drinks. "So, what is Formula 1?" Lando turns, and you swear you feel your chest flutter. He had gorgeous eyes that were the perfect blend of blue and green. "It's international racing," "So you travel the world? That's gotta be fun," You yell as people cheer for the next act. 

"I guess! It's tiring after a while, but we meet cool people." Lando leans onto the counter, giving you a little smirk. "Am I one of those cool people?" You flirt. Lando chuckles and looks away with a blush. "Yeah," He breathes. "Yeah, you are." Taking another sip of your whiskey, you put it down and lean in. "Good, 'cause I think you're pretty cool too." 

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"Damn, they sure know how to party." Oscar groans, rolling his neck as Lando helps you pack up. "It's the southern, just be happy football wasn't going on." Judd laughs, slapping the poor kid on the back. Oscar, much smaller than your bassist stumbles forward. "And we have to do this all over again Friday." Cassie sighs, pulling her jet black hair out of its braids. 

"Hey, if you're not doing anything, um, would you like to join us for the week?" You ask, fiddling with your fingers. Lando looks up, Oscar being pulled away by Judd and Cassie like he was a little boy. "Um, I'd have to check my schedule." He mumbles, wondering what exactly McLaren would have him do until Friday. 

"Oh, yeah, you're probably busy." You chuckle, rubbing the back of your neck. "Nope, he's not busy. As long as you have him back by Friday night, you can keep him." Lando jumps, seeing Jon there all of a sudden. "Where'd you come from?" Lando squeaks, feeling bashful as if a parent just caught him doing something he shouldn't be doing. "The hotel and Miss. L/n, whatever you want to do with him, go crazy." Jon smiles and slaps his hands down on Lando's shoulders. 

"Well," Lando can see your confidence inflate again and smiles, feeling himself grow comfortable. "How about showing this Brit the southern life? We're going back to my ranch upstate; how about it?" You ask, leaning against a speaker. Lando thinks it over, though he wants to say yes immediately. "Yes, I'd love to." Your smile grows so that even your cheeks puff out. 

"Great, I might want to say your goodbyes now. There is no cell service in those parts. Real nice," Lando pulls out his phone and hands it to Jon. "No need for cell service when you've got no phone." Judd laughs and tips his hat. "I like you," Lando nods in agreement, and Jon makes a noise. "Just tell Zak, well, I don't know, but tell him I would get injured." "Yeah, we won't have a pretty boy here riding horses," Cassie calls, and Jon looks between you and Lando. 

"Alright, just be careful." Jon waves Oscar over, who gives Lando a thumbs up and out of the bar. Lando chuckles and turns, balking when Judd is staring at him. "You stick out like a sore thumb." Judd muses, ruffling his dirty blonde hair. "Hey, Y/n, pretty boy here should change, don't you think? Or else those fans of him will totally notice him." You haul up your guitar and look him over. 

Black joggers, a bright neon papaya sweatshirt, and black sneakers. "Do you own jeans?" Lando nods, but Cassie snorts. "Not skinny jeans, like wranglers or something?" She walks around him, checking him out. "Um, no?" "Well, we hit Broadway and get him a new fit." Judd muses, and you blush; Lando would look good in a cowboy hat. 

"Come on," You finish loading everything up and watch the trunk pull off, leaving you four outside. Lando follows you, but you reach back and lace your fingers together. "Careful around here. Drunks and others won't hesitate to pickpocket ya. So, stay close." Lando doesn't even bother pulling his hand away, loving the weight of yours in his. "In here," Judd shoves you 3 into the door and laughs when you stumble into the store owner glaring but stop seeing who it is. 

"Judy boy!" "What up, old man? Think you can do a makeover here for our boy!" Judd points behind him, and the owner looks him over. "Of course, bring him here." Lando doesn't know what happened, only that he's shoved into a room and returned wearing a black t-shirt, cowboy-cut jeans, and perfectly fitted black cowboy boots. "Now, the hat." Judd muses, and you giggle, sitting on a stool. 

"Lookin good," Lando turns and stutters, seeing your hair free. Wow, he was awestruck by you, hat off, and he finally got an honest look at you. "Pretty," He whispers, and Cassie snorts but muffles it when Judd glares her. "Hey, Bud, add in some orange, will ya'? It's um, shit, forgot your name, pretty boy." Judd laughs, and Lando can't help but join in. "Lando," You and Lando say at the same time. 

You look away when Bud starts to make the hat, and Lando can't help but turn to you. "What got you into singing?" You look up and smile, and Lando knows that smile. It was the smile of someone who remembered their first time falling in love. "My daddy, he was a farmer. I'm the oldest, so he'd wake me up, and we'd check the fields together. Every morning before school, no matter the rain, sun, or cold, it didn't matter. It was hard work, but he'd have this little radio. He'd turn it on, and we'd sing together. Some of the best memories I have are with that old bugger." You smile, looking down. 

"Does he come to your shows?" You take a deep breath and clear your throat. "No, not anymore. He passed about 3 years ago." Lando curses himself, but he stops seeing your soft smile. "He's not in person, but I have him onstage with me for each show. The guitar I got?" Lando nods, knowing the one; it looked old but was a gorgeous piece. "He gave it to me, same as my hat." You jump off the stole and rock forward to lean on the counter. 

"Almost done there, Bud? We gotta long drive home," You yell, and Bud just curses you, but you giggle and bump your shoulders into Lando's. 

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"Wakey, wakey," Lando groans, feeling something wet touch his face, and he pats it away. "Lando, come on, you gotta wake up." "Mhn go away Osc," Lando hears Oscar tsk and kicks him, rolling off the bed with a screech. "What the hell, mate!" Instead of Oscar, all 6'4 of Judd stood a very shirtless Judd. "Breakfast will be gone soon; it's better to go eat. Then we can go," Judd leaves the room, and Lando turns, seeing the large Bluetick Coonhound named Rusty staring at him. 

"Don't drool on me, please," Rusty opens his mouth and barks loudly, with Lando chuckling, "Yeah, yeah, alright." Lando stands and moves, staring at the new clothes given to him. Sliding in jeans and a t-shirt, he threw on the baseball cap and walked out barefoot. "Good morning," you sing, and Lando sighs; he could get used to this. 

"Judd said we're going somewhere?" You turn and smile. "We're going fishing." Lando makes a disgusted face that has Cassie spitting out her coffee. "Oh shit, if he makes that face again, I'll piss myself.' Cassie cackles, which has Judd chuckling as well. "Scared of a little fishie?" "They're disgusting." You shake your head as Lando shivers. 

"Really? You at them just fine last night." Slapping your spatula down, you see Judd with a blank face. "Judd," You hiss, "Hey, don't pass out, pretty boy," You turn and gasp, seeing Lando whiter than white. "Lando, he's joking. We didn't fish last night. It's just a joke." You plead and help him sit down on a stool. "Promise? Promise that wasn't fish?" He asks, eyes wide, and you bite your bottom lip. "I promise that wasn't fish." You explain; great, now you'd have to lie about what Bass was for the rest of his life. 

"Shit," Judd chokes into his mug, and you glare at him. "Go take the dog out," You hiss and watch as Judd takes Rusty out. "Don't you have something to do as well? You've already eaten." You point to Cassie, who looks up and groans. "But, I want more." She whines, and you huff, "It's for Lando and me. Now go." Cassie huffs and shoves on her boots and stalks off outside into the cool air. 

"Was it really fish?" Lando asks, and you look down. The poor boy's lips were swollen from chewing on them, and his eyes were wide. "No, it wasn't fish. Judd was just fucking with you." You giggle, trying so hard to not laugh. "Good, 'cause last night was good, but if it was fish, ugh." Lando sticks out his tongue, and you turn back to ensure you didn't fire the bacon. 

"Okay, well, how about getting me the orange juice. Coffee?" You ask, pointing at the pot, and he shakes his head. "Don't drink it; I'll take the juice, though." He opens the fridge and grabs it, pouring two glasses. "I'm glad you know how to cook, I suck at it." You snort on a laugh and flip the bacon. "I'll teach you how to make eggs." Your grandma would always tell you someone needed to know how to cook at least one thing. "I'll burn the house down." But you roll your eyes. "I highly doubt that." 

"Now, grab me four eggs," You point to the cart. "Crack them open into that bowl and then scramble them." You instruct. Lando cracks them open but stops staring at them. "Do I shake them?" You laugh, plate the bacon, and turn the eye down. "No, take that fork and stir hard, but not too hard. You get them everywhere." You instruct and go to the oven and take out four fluffy biscuits. 

Lando nods and stirs the eggs, and you watch, ensuring he doesn't make a mess. "Perfect," You wipe your hands and turn the eye of the stove back on. "Now, come here." Lando walks over, and you giggle. "With the eggs, Lando." "Right, knew that," He mumbles and grabs the bowl, and you place him in front of the stove. "Next step, pour the eggs in. Some spray the pan, but I just finished cookin bacon, and the grease will add extra flavor." "Jesus, this one meal will fuck up my diet." "Stop," You pinch his side, and he yelps, but you both start laughing. 

"Okay, pour the eggs," Lando does as you say, and you grab a plastic spoon and hand it to him. "wait a minute. then take the spoon, pull the eggs off the ring of the pan, and start bunching them up, and then like you were stirring them, it'll break them up." You explain and watch as Lando does as you say. "Stop, that's perfect." You take the pan, add fresh eggs to the plate, and smile. "And there you go, you just made eggs." Lando smiles brightly and leans forward but stops and pulls back. 

Clearing his throat, he smiles and grabs your plates. "Where, too?" He asks, and you point outside, cursing yourself for thinking he would kiss you. You two just met; why would he do that. Pushing the screen door open and hearing the comforting snap of it, you groan. "Woooo, that was painful," You turn and see Judd leaning on the counter. 

"Fuck off, Judy," But it had no bite to it. "Hey, just sayin, but he was going to kiss you." Judd winks and walks off, heading somewhere deep into the cabin. Rolling your eyes, you grab your orange juice cups and see Lando sitting on the outside bar, watching the sunrise. "This is wish when I had my phone, to take pictures of this." You set the cups down, sliding into your own chair. "No, you don't. It's stuff like this you don't want your phone for. Just enjoy." You grumble and bite into your eggs, and Lando shrugs. 

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"I thought you meant fishing on a boat?" Lando groans, trudging through the woods. "Hell no, a bunch of tourists are here, and this is a secret little place Y/n and I found as kids. So be nice. We don't tell anyone about this place." Cassie yells back, and you giggle at Lando's long sigh. "Why'd you bring the guitar?" Lando asks you, seeing the soft cover hanging off your back. "Sometimes, being out here gives me good inspiration." Lando hums and sees Cassie and Judd stop. 

"Finally," "Nuhuh, pretty boy. You and Y/n are going further up." Judd boops Lando's nose, who whimpers and hangs his head. "Aren't you supposed to be an athlete? Where's that stamina?" Judd teases. "I'm not built to dig around the southern woods, much less in these temps." "Stop your complaining and go," Judd shoves Lando, and you two walk further from there. 

"They're fishing; we're just going to relax upriver. Or did you really think we'd make you fish?" Lando thinks it over and then sees you're not carrying fishing poles and that Cassie and Judd had most of them. "Oh, didn't even cross my mind, honestly." Smiling, you lead the way and stop seeing the clearing that has the river in front of it. "Hey, Whiskey, tell me we can stop now." Lando groans, and you turn, confused at who he is talking to. "What?" Lando looks up and stops. "Whiskey, it's your nickname. Since the first thing that got you and me talking was whiskey." You're glad your face is already flushed, or Lando would see the giant blush covering your entire face. 

"Oh, uh, ahaha yeah, we can stop here." You place your guitar down, fluff out the blanket, and grab bug spray and sunscreen. "Come here. You'll cook like cornbread in a cast iron." Lando turns with confusion on his face that has you smiling. "You'll burn Lando. Come here so I can put sunscreen on you." You explain as he shrugs off his shirt. "Shit," You whisper, and his eyes cast up. "What? Something wrong?" As he spins around looking for something. 

"Wha, oh no, nothing, here." You hand the sunscreen to him, looking away from him. Lando takes it and smiles as he sprays everything on you. Removing your top, he easily applies it to you as well. 

You don't know how much time passes under the southern sun, but the soft breeze makes it bearable for you and Lando. "What are you writing?" His voice was smooth, like the wind was barely touching you. "A new song," You reply and scratch out some words. "Well, I figured that, Whiskey, but I meant, what exactly are you writing?" Lando rolls over onto his stomach, hands under his chin as he looks up at you through his lashes. "Oh, well, it's something new. I doubt the fans would like it." You comment, fixing the guitar settled on your knee. 

"That I doubt. I don't usually listen to country, but if from the songs I've heard from you if this new song is anything like the ones I know, people will love it." Lando smiles, smile brighter than the damn sun. "Yeah, well, Rhett would disagree with you there." You snort, "Whose Rhett?" Lando sits up now, eyebrows bunched. 

"My ex, he's a bull rider. Cassie's older brother," You add on, and Lando rolls his eyes. "Well, Rhett is a jackass." You giggle and look at him. "You don't even know him," "I know he clearly didn't support you. Your new song will be awesome. Play it for me." Lando scoots closer, and you lean back, unsure if you should. "It's different," You whisper. 

"Different is good. It heals the soul sometimes. Now, play." Lando demands, eyes boring into yours. "Fine." You grumble and peel the guitar off your sweaty knee onto your lap. "It'd sound better with my electric guitar, okay, just don't judge." You warn, but Lando shakes his head no. "I'd never judge you, Whiskey." 

Okay," You take a deep breath, strum the first couple of strings, and start singing the words. 

Used to spend my nights out in a barroom

Liquor was the only love I'd known

But you rescued me from reachin' for the bottom

And brought me back from bein' too far gone

You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey

You're as sweet as strawberry wine

You're as warm as a glass of brandy

And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time

I've looked for love in all the same old places

Found the bottom of a bottle's always dry

But when you poured out your heart, I didn't waste it

'Cause there's nothin' like your love to get me high

And you're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey

You're as sweet as strawberry wine

You're as warm as a glass of brandy

And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time

When you finish, you sigh and look at Lando, who is staring at you. "Ugh, god, I knew it! This song sucks. Listen, there is supposed to be a guitar solo, and I probably won't even give it my record. Ugh!" You yell and flop back, squinting at the sun. "That was," you brace yourself for the lashing for how different it wasn't you or the image you were giving the world. It was different, and people would stop listening to you and the band. 

"THE BEST SONG EVERY" "What!" You sit up as Lando launches himself at you, pushing you back down and hovering over you. You swallow hard, focusing on his chain dangling around his neck. "Whiskey, that was fabulous. You have to give your record label that song. And finish it; I want to hear all of it, promise me." He pleads, and you nod your head as he pulls off you; sitting up, you blink, trying to control the urge to devour his lips. 

"Oi! Love birds, time to go in. Can smell the rain coming!" Lando hops up and nods as you just quietly pack up your guitar. Lando walks past, but Judd stops you. "Do I need to kick his ass?" He whispers, and you shake your head. "No," "Then what's wrong, Y/n?" "He believes in me," Judd lets his hand slip, and you walk off, leaving your friend smirking. 

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"Ugh, I'm stuffed. Seriously, tell me what this is." Lando gives Cassie and Judd puppy eyes, but they just share a look and quickly snatch all the plates. "Nope," Lando deflates and groans, and goes over to the radio and turns it up slightly. The storm and music make a perfect blend. You four were out under the tin roof of the large porch. It was about 12 ft by 12ft and had a built-in fireplace. 

It was where your grandpa would come and pick with his band, and now, where you sit and do the same thing. You swear, sometimes you can still hear that damn banjo or violin. You lean back in your rocking chair, the same one he sat in and taught you how to play, Lando coming up and sitting beside you. 

"Friday is in 4 days," He whispers, and you clear your throat, hating the thought of Lando leaving. "I know, and it's probably best we get there early." You reply, tightening your hand on the beer bottle. "Teach me how to dance." You turn, shocked by the change of subject. "Judd told me you're taking me to some get-together and that there will be line dancing. So teach me." You blink at him and sigh, "I don't know how to." Lando chuckles and stands. 

"Okay, then just dance with me." Lando holds his hand out to you, staring at you, gently lacing your fingers together. Lando tugs you up, and you quickly melt together as you don't listen to the music. Just the way his hand holds yours and the weight of his arm on your waist. "Screw it," You whisper and place your head on his shoulder, nose brushing his neck. "I have to leave for Begas after Friday's event." "Be quiet." Not wanting to hear about him leaving. 

"Whiskey, I don't want to leave, but you know," "Lando, just dance with me." You whisper, effectively making the Brit snap his mouth closed. 

"Judy," Cassie whispers and gently pokes Judd, who groans and opens his eyes. "What," He grumbles and yawns stretching. "Think it's about him?" Cassie whispers, and Judd turns his head and sees you and Lando dancing more to the pounding sound of rain and thunder. 

"What's about him?" Judd reaches over, snatches Cassie's opened beer, and sips. "That song she's writing, the one she stopped. I bet it is; she's never really experienced love." Cassie whispers, and Judd rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I wonder whose fault it is." Cassie flinches, knowing her brother Rhett really fucked you up, something she regrets every day. 

"He's different." Judd looks over and watches as Lando kisses your forehead softly and closes his eyes, leaning more into you. "I sure hope so; I'd hate to bury him in the backyard." 

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"It's loud in here!" Lando yells, which has you and your friends laugh. "Seriously? You had us buy a race and listen to real F1 cars, and you say this is loud?" You yell in his ear, Lando's arm tightening into your side. "Yeah, well, we get earbuds!" Lando screams, fixing his cowboy hat. A black one with an orange string tied around it. Other than that, it looked average. Judd had picked out Lando's outfit, reminding you why you loved your best friend so much. 

Lando was wearing a white button-down with a couple of buttons undone to show off his various necklaces and had black jeans paired with it; they hugged his thighs and ass so perfectly that even Cassie stared. He wore the cowboy boots you bought for him, and you giggled; he looked a little silly with the hat, but he loved the hat and refused to go without it. 

"Now, can we dance?" He points to the line dance. It was to the song Country Girl by Luke Bryan, and you laugh, shaking your head no. "Hell no, I'll trip." Lando chuckles as Judd ushers you to your booth and makes you and Lando sit inside. "Okay, but just once, dance like that! Promise?" You just nod in agreement even though you were dreading the thought. 

It was 2 hours of Lando begging and getting 2 dances in with Judd and Cassie that you stood, and his eyes lit up. "I'm getting us another round." Lando deflats but nods and kisses your cheek. Jolene by Dolly Parton comes on, and you run to the bar smiling and breathless. "Hey, can I get 2 beers and a double shot of JD?" The bartender turns and nods their head. 

"Still drinking like a man huh?" That voice, that voice still had your body freeze up. Fuck, what was he doing here? He was supposed to be in Texas for a competition. "What? Not going to turn around?" You shudder and turn, coming face to face with your ex, Rhett. "Rhett," Breathing out his name felt like fire on your tongue. "If it isn't my sweet baby, missed me?" He asks and leans against the bar. "Fuck off," You turn to leave, not even caring for the drinks anymore. 

"Now, now, sweets. Come here. Still trying to act like that tough girl when we both know you're still that little girl inside." He hisses, tightening his grip on you. "Let me go. I'm here with someone." "Really? You aren't wearing his hat." 

Judd looks over, wondering where you could take so long and tense. "Fuck, Cassie, goddammit. Your brother is here." Cassie's eyes pull away from the blonde girl beside her, and she groans. "Dammit," Cassie groans and pulls away from the girl and stands. "Whose that?" Lando asks, hearing not the best. "That would be my dickwaffle of a brother, Rhett. Y/n's ex." Lando feels anger course through his blood. "Yeah, well, you know that 2nd song we sang at the party?" Judd asks, taking off his hat and fixing his rings. "Yeah, the one about the cheating?" Lando asks, "That was about Rhett," Judd adds, and Lando moves quickly to your side. 

You feel a presence beside you and suddenly feel the heavy weight of a hat on your head. "Now, she's wearing my hat. Now let go of my girl, right now." You turn, seeing Lando and sag into his side as Rhett drips his hand. "Really? This little boy? Oh, how your taste has fallen," Rhett gets in your face, but Lando effortlessly shoves Rhett back and pushes you behind his back. 

"The only little boy I see here is you, you shriveled 2-inch dick. Get the fuck out of here," Lando seethes, and you have to smother your laughter as Judd steps up behind you and Lando easily towering over you both. Rhett blanches, knowing Judd would easily slaughter him. "Whatever, enjoy my leftovers." "I do, and I eat her out every night." Lando spits without thinking twice. You blush and move, hugging his back as you hide your face. Lando moves, covering your hands with his one large hand. 

"Mr.Norris, I think you've earned yourself a dance." You whisper, causing Lando to spin around and smile. "Really? Well, let me do the honors, darlin'." You laugh at his fake accent. "So bad," You laugh as he tugs you into his arms, leading you to the dance floor. "Stay there!" You yell and run up to the DJ booth. Lance watches as you lean over, and he's never been happier about you wearing tight jeans and a loose top. You looked damn good. 

Running back over, you keep Lando's hat on your head and see everyone clearing out, and the people who enjoy line dancing come back out. "Aight, this one is for our special guest, Miss. Y/n L/n herself," A roar surrounds you two as you turn and wave and turn to Lando. "Judd taught me this one when we were teens, so just don't judge. "This song is for you," You hear the familiar DumDeDeDum, DeDeDumDeDeDum, DeDaaDaaaaa DumDeDeDum, DeDeDumDeDeDum, DeDaaDaaDaaDaaDaaaa feels your ears and Lando whips his head to you. 

"Are you serious? You know this song!" And Lando gets a cheeky smirk on his face. "Remind me to introduce you to Daniel one day." Rolling your eyes, the heavy guitar beat hits, and you tell Lando to follow your movement. Stepping forward and then back, Lando moves with you. 

Well, I walk into the room

Passing out hundred dollar bills

And it kills and it thrills like the horns on my Silverado grill

And I buy the bar a double round of crown

And everybody's getting down

An' this town ain't never gonna be the same

With the lyrics, you laugh and step side and then jump and turn, shuffling your feet forward like a horse walking. Lando laughs, head back as he does it as well. 

'Cause I saddle up my horse

And I ride into the city

I make a lot of noise

'Cause the girls they are so pretty

Riding up and down Broadway

On my old stud Leroy

And the girls say

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

Everybody says

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

Getting to the chorus was always your favorite part. Hearing the line, you take off the hat, as does every other female, and some guys swing the hat around and stop. Lando laughs but you stop him, "Only those that ride do that part." Lando's eyes widened, and you smirked, glad you could catch him off guard. "I think I've got it now." He yells. 

Well I don't give a dang about nothing

I'm singing and Bling-Blinging

While the girls are drinking

Long necks down!

And I wouldn't trade ol' Leroy

Or my Chevrolet for your Escalade

Or your freak parade

I'm the only John Wayne left in this town

And I saddle up my horse

And I ride into the city

I make a lot of noise

'Cause the girls they are so pretty

Riding up and down Broadway

On my old stud Leroy

And the girls say

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

Everybody says

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

You and Lando dance as his arms wrap around you, and you two do the moves in sync as he catches on quickly. "Save a horse, ride a cowboy!" You two scream, and you swing the hat and pull him close, Lando leaning in to kiss you, but you pull back, kick up your right heel, and go back to the moves. 

I'm a thourough-bred that's what she said

In the back of my truck bed

As I was gettin' buzzed on suds

Out on some back country road

We where flying high Fine as wine

Having ourselves a big and rich time

And I was going, just about as far as she'd let me go

But her evaluation of my cowboy reputation

Had me begging for salvation all night long

So I took her out giggin frogs

Introduced her to my old bird dog

And sang her every Wilie Nelson song I could think of

And we made love

"Does that mean I'm your thoroughbred?" Lando jokes, but his voice reaches a deeper tune, and you turn, smirking. "Why? Wanna be?" You ask, making the moves backward as Lando pulls you in. 

And we made love

And I saddled up my horse

And I ride into the city

I make a lot of noise

'Cause the girls they are so pretty

Riding up and down Broadway

On my old stud Leroy

And the girls say

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

Everybody says

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

What? What?

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

Everybody says

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

Lando leans in, and so do you; this time, there are no interruptions as Lando captures your lips, and you melt into him. You never understood some country songs about love, having thought you might experience it with a true southern boy like Rhett. But who would've thought you'd feel it was some Brit. "Save a horse, ride a cowboy," Lando whispers, pulling away, and you giggle. "Earn that belt buckle first, big boy, and then we'll see." Lando bursts out laughing, a high-pitched, gasping one that makes you laugh hard as the beat fades. 

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Lando stands in the bar, the same one just a week ago, and you two stand in your same spots, but this time you don't wear your daddy's hat; instead, you're wearing Lando's and possibly the white dress shirt from last night. "Is that your shirt?" Oscar asks, and Lando turns and shrugs but knowing damn well it was. 

"It sucks we won't be able to see them again?" Lando tunes it out. You and he talked about it last night. And you both knew that this could work; besides, he was your country song, and you his Whiskey; you two weren't goin nowhere. "Yeah right; JD was so damn happy with their show they invited them to their private booth for Vegas," Jackie yells, and Lando smirks and moves through the darkness. 

You yelp when cold hands touch your skin, and you turn, smirking when you see those sea-green eyes you love so much. "So Vegas, uh?" He asks, and you sigh rolling your eyes. "Yeah, Judd wants to go." "Really not to see me?" "Okay, maybe you too." You tease, and Lando nods and leans in, kissing you gently before pulling. 

"So, how about it's only fair you spend a week in my world now?" You think it over, wrap your arms around his shoulders and nod. "Only fair," "Yeah, only fair." You muse and hear gagging beside you and turn, glaring at Cassie, who is wearing round pink-tinted glasses. "You two make me sick. Bad enough, we heard you all last night; now we gotta see this?" Cassie groans while Judd cackles. 

"Leave the kids alone, grandma. They're in love." "What'd you just call me?" Judd yelps as Cassie smacks him hard with her drumstick. Turning back, you face Lando. "Tell me your coworkers aren't like this?" Lando laughs nervously and shrugs. "We're totally fucked," Lando and you giggle as you hear Jackie yell loudly, introducing you 3, bringing back a sense of deja vu. 

But you knew the cute Brit behind the bar was coming home with you this time. "Go kill it, Whiskey." Running onto the stage, you smile into the bright spotlight. "Alright, we're starting off with something new. It's called Tennessee Whiskey," 

[gracefireheart]

Once again, did some fanart of @lenny-link TF2 x SU AU, but tried making more fusions! :]

First one is Andalusite [Heavy + Medic] (who I've drawn before already), second one is Iolite [Cheavy + Medic], and the third one is Ametrine [Demoman + Soldier].

[Below the keep reading line, I'll show off the fourth fusion I drew as well, but ended up just-- disliking to hell and back o(-( Also, some notes and such about each fusion]

First off, here's the fourth fusion I did, which was Cat's Eye Tourmaline [Scout + Sniper]. (Side note: I picked out Tiger's Eye as Sniper's gem)

After looking at Steven's fusions with other gems (since Scout's a half-human half-gem in this AU fusing with Sniper who's a full gem), I did notice that basically all of them (besides Obsidian) had some kind of oddity to them. Like Smokey Quartz has three arms instead of four or just two, Rainbow 2.0 is the first gem with male pronouns and has a tad bit strange legs, and Sunstone isn't as humanoid as the other (non-corrupted) gems and fusions.

So I wanted to show that off here, but uh, I just ended up giving up on it in the end o(-( Mostly 'cause I had no clue how I wanted to color them based on the Cat's Eye Tourmaline gem, but also 'cause the overall design ended up leaned a bit more towards Sniper's design than I intended it to do.

Anyways, onto the notes for the other fusions.

Andalusite [Heavy + Medic]:

The duo that imo would probably fuse the most out of the TF2 crew, whether for battle or to just relax together (like reading a book or whatever). So with that, Heavy and Medic would have had plenty of time to refine how their fusion would look like, and making sure both of them like how they look together.

For their fusion weapon, I was thinking about them either having something like Garnet's upgraded gauntlets (the ones with spikes jutting out of it's knuckles), or letting the gauntlets have claws or something.

Iolite [Cheavy + Medic]:

I mostly did this one 'cause of one of the drawings in Lenny-Link's original piece, which made me thinking of Lapis and Jasper fusing into Malachite and all that, which lead me to this. I wanted the design to 1. Make it look chaotic due to the two people that are fused here, but also 2. Make it lean a tad more towards Cheavy's looks to make said guy think that he's the one mostly in control of the fusion, only to have Medic take over take over and do something to trap the fusion and/or get them the hell away from the TF2 crew. Something something angst idk lol

Decided to make Cheavy a [blue] Topaz. Since Heavy's a Topaz as well. I don't have any other reason than that :') Also, I placed his gem on the side of his right shoulder.

The eye goggles change color depending on who is in control. If the two weren't fighting for it, it would be one eye blue and one eye magenta. But since they are, whenever Cheavy's in control, the eyes are blue. And whenever Medic's in control, the eyes are magenta.

Ametrine [Demoman + Soldier]:

Originally, I was going to have them be a Morganite, but decided on Ametrine instead as it fit their color scheme more. Also originally, I was going to give them a knight helmet, but I wanted to draw their hair, so I instead gave them a bandana covering their possibly one eye. Possibly.

Assuming Soldier's helmet (with or without the horns) is Soldier's gem weapon like Jasper's helmet, I thought it would be neat if their fusion weapon [(horned) helmet + sword] would be something like a Morningstar, which they would be able to duel-wield without much trouble.

I've got other lil' ideas as well for this AU, like how Jeremy/Scout was the one that gave these gems their nicknames (Spy, Sniper, Engineer, etc.), how Medic grew a fascination for the organic lifeforms of Earth and how exactly they healed/was able to treat their wounds, and how- instead of Spy being all dead and gone Rose Quartz style when Jeremy was born- Spy is a lot weaker than he should be due Jeremy getting half of his gem. But uh-- I don't wanna go too overboard when this ain't even my AU :')

Either way, I'll probably go and relax a bit before drawing some regular TF2 stuff. But I might do some more fanart for this AU whenever I feel up for it. 'Cause genuinely, I love this AU sm <3

[mandoalorian]

taste of heaven

Joel Miller x F!Reader [smut]

Summary: You and Joel leave the quarantine zone in search of some medicine, when you come across a variant of the Cordyceps, taking life in the form of a pretty red flower. Whilst exposure to this mutated fungus doesn’t prove fatal, it does have some lasting effects.

Warnings: explicit, no minors. Sex pollen fic, exhibitionism, f!masturbation, fingering, tit play, degradation, jealousy, lots of begging, yearning/pining, implied age gap, mention of drugs/reader being drugged, cursing

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'Nature vs. nurture' has been a discussion which had dominated centuries of wonder, and even in the year 2023, when the world had been wiped clean from humanity and only the hardened walked the streets, it was something that still preyed on your mind. The theory could be applied in many aspects; but one that you couldn’t quite navigate no matter how hard you tried, was how you had lasted this long living in a war-torn world. You often reflected on how you had kept yourself so clean and away from infected and bad people. You figured that for the first few years you had just gotten lucky. Your state was notified of the Cordyceps Infection before it hit and so you were given the opportunity to escape your city early. They were already building Quarantine Zone’s and conscripting Fedra military in August.

Until Christmas 2003, you stuck by your family. They were with you, alive, for the first three months of the outbreak. By this point, the Cordyceps infection wasn’t exactly seen as a ‘permanent’ thing and the government had yet to give up on finding a cure. One by one you lost your parents, grandparents and siblings, but not before you found solitude in a Quarantine Zone northwest of Rhode Island.

Those fragments of peace and liberty lasted a whole three years before Fedra wiped the town clean, and you had no choice but to evacuate. You headed towards Massachusetts, stopping by different QZ's, meeting new folk along your way.

But nothing was permanent. Ten years ago you found a home in Boston Quarantine Zone.

It wasn't a nice place, full of selfish people doing what they needed to do to get by. Rats on every corner, literal and personified, and so you did your best to stay out of trouble.

You’d take on little jobs and run errands to earn ration cards, and you would follow Fedra's orders to a tee. If there was such thing as a 'golden girl' in this world... well, that would be you.

And then you met Joel.

Joel wasn't a good guy, and he made sure you knew that when you first laid eyes on him. He was ruthless; a killer, and the type of person you should’ve stayed away from. You’d survived this long by keeping away from guys like him and yet, you found yourself drawn to him. There was something about his rugged handsomeness and dedication to survival that appealed to you. When you first met him, you noted that he was a man of a few words. He rarely offered you even a glance and if he did give care to give you his time of day, it would be nothing less than to mumble a warning to you.

It took Joel a while to warm up to you. The man seemed more than satisfied with his partner, Tess, than to even want to give you even just a bit of the minimal attention that you craved. You were unsure of Tess. She was very beautiful, with shoulder-length wavy hair and bright green eyes. You wondered if she and Joel were anything serious, or if they were merely just friends, or perhaps something in between. The pair were inseparable and often participated in smuggling runs together, or were hired as bounty hunters.

It was a smokey grey morning when Joel entered the makeshift QZ pharmacy where Fedra had you working. His dark eyes appeared sunken in and tired, a deep frown crossed his lips.

“I need fentanyl, morphine, oxycodone... something to take away pain.”

He was avoidant of eye contact, looking uncomfortable to even have to ask you of this. 

Your jaw slackened slightly and you furrowed your eyebrows together at the man's request. “Are you- are you okay?”

Joel scoffed and rolled his tongue over his lower lip. “It’s not for me.” He snapped back, already becoming irritated that you were questioning his request. It had nothing to do with you. 

Unamused by his attitude, you decided on shutting him down immediately. “I don't. We don't sell opioids here.” you glanced away from the man, feeling your cheeks become hot under his stern gaze. Now he was making eye contact and he knew exactly how to intimidate you. If Joel was anything, he was determined and if Joel wanted something he made sure he’d get it, no matter the means or consequences. 

“Fedra don't permit anything as... strong as that to be traded in the QZ.”

Joel grunted and slammed his fists on the cashier desk. “Don't play coy with me, girl,” he sneered, hissing through his teeth. “can’t have been the first person to come in and ask for this. You have to know where I can get it from.”

You swallowed, looking around the empty pharmacy for answers. “I know someone,” you said timidly. “Well, know of someone.”

“Take me to them.” Joel demanded, without missing a beat. His desperation was becoming clear. 

Seeing your hesitation, Joel brought his fingers down to the pistol that he'd stuffed in the back of his jeans, having been used to being able to make a sufficient threat. But then, before making any rash judgement, he stopped himself and placed a hand on the desk in front of you. He couldn't hold you at gunpoint. You were sweet, kind, and soft. In the many years of knowing him, you had been nothing but nice to Joel. It would be wrong to scare you like that.

Adjusting his composure, Joel took a deep breath and let his body relax. He could ease up around you. You wouldn't even hurt a fly; let alone pull any stunts on someone like him.

“Please." he said quietly, his brown eyes now appearing to be more pleasing than harsh. He could read you like an open book and he knew exactly how to wrap himself around you. You huffed out a sigh and contemplated giving him the information that he so desired. 

“There's a guy I've heard Simone talk about. He's housed up on the outskirts of Boston, about a three-hour hike from here. He's her dealer. He'll have what you're looking for, but Joel…" you reluctantly placed your hand down on top of the desk, next to his. “It's in Fairmount. But I don't feel comfortable leaving the QZ. I could get in trouble. And if this is for you— or your own personal dealing, then—”

And for the first time in weeks, Joel's lips curled into a small smile. He moved his hand over yours and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“You'll be okay,” he promised, and from the longing look in his eyes, you believed him.

“Can I ask, who is the medicine for?” you interrogated shyly after a few moments of silence. Joel's rough hands were still atop yours.

Joel broke eye contact with you. If he wanted you to be fully on board, then he had to start being honest. “Tess.”

“Is she okay?” you became alarmed, moving your hand away from Joel and already beginning to grab your supplies for the journey.

“She got into a fight with Robert and his men, she's badly beaten up. She just needs something strong to help her fight through it. She'll be okay. She's tough.” Joel wanted to curse himself for offering you so much information, knowing that Tess would've been mortified if she'd learned that he was telling you all of this. But he really needed your help.

“We best get going then,” you said, grabbing your rucksack from behind the countertop.

For a brief second, Joel admired your dedication to helping Tess. It bewildered him a little, knowing that Tess didn't exactly care enough about you to help you the same. Tess often muttered snide words about your inability to shoot a gun or your law-abiding attitude. She hated the way you would sink under authority, but Joel understood it. He understood that everyone had their different ways of surviving, and as long as it was working, then he wasn't one to judge. But right now, that didn't matter. Joel was just thankful that you'd agreed to go with him.

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Somewhere along the journey, you noticed a shrub peppered with four-petaled flours, painted red with golden pollen in the centre. You’d never seen anything like them before, and you had studied horticulture a few years back in Rhode Island QZ. You found yourself magnetised by their beauty, and with Joel a few yards back from you, you decided to take some time to analyse the plant. Picking one from the bush, you rubbed the soft petals between your fingers and let the grains of pollen sink into your skin. When Joel got nearer, you stuffed the flower in your jacket pocket and continued walking alongside him.

You were about an hour away from Fairmount when you started to get dizzy. You weren’t hallucinating but your perception of your surroundings had certainly changed. The road ahead seemed short and thick and upon the horizon was a glowing pink line. 

“Do you see that?” You asked Joel, squinting your eyes as you extended your hand to point to the horizon.

Joel tried following your moving index finger but shook his head. “You’re pointing at everything and nothing. C’mon let's keep going.”

It started out with a burning sensation, your loins ignited and blazed inside of you. You tried to regulate your breathing and found yourself slowly losing concentration on whatever Joel was saying. You wanted to pay attention, you really did. You loved his voice, it was like honey and velvet and there was something about that damned Texan accent of his… you didn’t notice it before, but you were certainly noticing it now. Your nipples felt tender as they hardened and poked out from underneath your shirt and you silently prayed that they weren’t visible through your denim jacket. The air around you was suddenly humid and thick and moist. Moist… you let out a small whimper and stopped dead in your tracks.

Joel stopped too. “Are you okay?” he asked, observing your sudden reaction to the forbidden flower.

“I just need a second to catch my breath.” You exhaled, closing your eyes and desperately trying to cling onto oxygen. Joel glanced back at the trail you’d both been walking along. There had hardly been an incline.

Joel gave you a few moments and when you finally opened your eyes, you offered him a queasy yet confident smile. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled. “Let’s keep going. Nearly there now. What were you saying about the—ah, fuck.” You stopped again, feeling a sudden wetness in your panties. Bolts of electricity were shooting up and down your body and within just a matter of seconds, you felt the primal need for something to fill you. 

You looked at Joel and then looked away.

Joel said your name softly, drawled it out slowly like he was trying not to spook you. You refused to make eye contact with him, looking down at your feet. 

“Don’t lie to me,” Joel said. He placed a hand on your arm and you flinched away from him. “What’s going on?”

You bit your lip, pressing your thighs together hoping for some kind of relief to the ache between your legs. You’re looked around your surroundings, finding a large rock just a few acres away. Ignoring Joel, you sat down and he followed you on your tail. 

This was embarrassing. This was so embarrassing. 

“I don’t know what’s going on,” you admitted, dabbing at the beads of sweat that laced your hairline. “I feel hot and heavy and it’s hard to breathe, I feel like my clothes are constraining me and I’m… I feel…”

Joel crooked his head to one side.

“Joel,” you whispered. “Fuck Joel, fuck…” you hissed through your teeth. “Joel, Joel…” you panted his name like it was a sacred prayer. Joel would’ve been lying if he said hearing you chant his name like that didn’t turn him on.

Extending your arms, you reached out towards the man. He obliged, coming closer and kneeling down in front of you. He placed both of his hands on your thighs to illustrate comfort and gazed into your eyes. 

“What is it?” he quizzed further. 

You nervously swallowed and reached into the pocket of your denim jacket before bringing out the now crumpled-up flower you’d picked earlier. The pale yellow pollen slipped between your fingers and you dropped the flower on the floor. Upon seeing it, Joel’s dark eyes widened and he leaned away from you. 

“No, no, no,” you begged him, opening your legs and pulling him back into you, this time holding him as close as could be. “Fuck Joel, I— I don’t know— I don’t know what’s happening,” you squeaked, tears filling your eyes.

“Oh, sweet girl,” he shushed, but there was no denying the slight air of worry sprawled across his face. “What have you done?”

“I think it’s the flower… I just picked it up earlier because I thought it was pretty and, figured I could make a hair clip out of it or—“

“I’ve heard stories about those flowers,” Joel shook his head. “They’re a mutated form of Cordyceps… a variant that’s been growing like ordinary fungus, in environments, masking themselves as plants. I’ve never seen them before but… that’s what I’ve heard they look like.”

“Holy shit,” you whispered. “Am I infected?”

“No! No, no girl. You’re fine. You’re gonna be fine. These plants… they’re known to have a primal effect on their host. They want their host to reproduce so they release endorphins and, I… don’t know the science behind it but,”

“Joel,” you whispered. “Joel…” your voice trailed off, bringing your hands up to his cheeks as you cradled his face. Your thumbs brushed over his stubble which adorned his jaw and you admired the little missing patch of hair there that you’d never noticed before. “I’m fucking horny.” you breathed into admittance.

If you weren’t so worked up right now, you would’ve barked out a laugh at how ridiculous those words sounded leaving your lips. Joel swallowed, his adam’s apple bopping up and down in his throat. You licked your lips and waited for him to say something— anything. But he stayed quiet, only the slightest movement in his hand as he brought it to the inside of your thigh.

You tossed your head back at the gesture and Joel felt his cock throb in his pants at the sight of you coming undone over him. He noted the vein in your neck and the way your perfect lips parted in an O shape as he trailed his other hand up your waist and along your torso to the hem of your jacket. 

“We don’t have to do anything, we don’t have to… I’ll be okay if you just give me some privacy and I can… I can… you know,” 

“You need me and you know it,” Joel said gruffly, peeling back your jacket and letting it pool into a discarded pile on the floor. You already felt an air of relief wash over you as you lost an item of clothing. You hummed and leaned in closer to him, pressing your breasts which were now tight against your shirt into his face. “Say it.”

“I need you Joel,” you obliged. “Fuck, I need you so bad.”

“Tell me what exactly you need, baby girl,” Joel requested, bringing his hand to your breasts and massaging them through the material of your shirt. He pinched his finger over your protruding nipples and circled around them. He imagined nibbling it and sucking on them, and his mouth began to water.

“I need you, need your cock to fill me up. I want to wrap myself around you, tight, oh God, please,” you begged, grinding on the rock beneath you. The friction between the rock and jeans have you something, but it wasn’t enough. Joel discarded his jacket and unbuttoned his flannel shirt, throwing them to one side on the floor. 

“You want me that bad huh?” Joel chuckled, reaching down to his belt and unbuckling it. With a clink, that was on the floor too. 

“Need,” you corrected him. “This— this is fucking— fuck— I should be embarrassed.”

“But you’re not, because behind that sweet, good girl persona, you’re just a dirty, unfulfilled whore.” Joel seethed. If you didn’t know any better, you might’ve thought that was an insult, but his degradation only spurred you on more and you let out a moan. 

“Your whore,” you told him with a smile. You stood up and pulled down your jeans so you were now sat on the rock wearing nothing but your t-shirt and panties. Your legs still open, you dropped your hand to your crotch and started to rub yourself through the material of your panties. 

“Ah-ah,” Joel chastised, taking your hand away from your aching pussy and interlocking his fingers with yours. “Look how wet you are. From now on, only I’m allowed to touch you, okay?”

“Mm, sounds like you want me just as much as I want you,” you teased him, even surprising yourself at that little comment which escaped your lips. 

“I do,” Joel answered, bringing your hand down to his own crotch, allowing you to feel his bulge that was straining through his jeans. As if that wasn’t proof enough.

“What about Tess?” you couldn’t help but ask. Even while you were in heat, you found yourself thinking about what Joel and Tess got up to. What exactly their ‘partnership’ amounted to.

Joel smirked and pressed a kiss into the crook of your neck. “You jealous?” he mumbled against your skin. The low octave of his voice sent vibrations through your body. He licked a stripe down to your collar bone.

“Nuh-uh,” you shook your head. 

Every touch of his left a stain of fire.

“I think you are,” Joel teased. “You get jealous thinking about me fucking Tess— bending her over and taking her from behind.” 

You groaned. “Fuck you,” you whined, running your fingers through his greying brown hair. 

“Wouldn’t you like that?” Joel chuckled. 

Then, something caught your attention. You were drugged— ‘under the influence’— if you wanted a nicer way to put it. You wanted Joel but you had that damn mutated flower to blame, and yet Joel… this was raw. This was all him. He had nothing to blame other than himself because the truth is, he’s wanted you from the moment he laid eyes on you. 

“I fuck Tess,” he announced and you felt your face sour at his declaration. “But I wish it was you every damn time.”

You huffed as you let him take off your t-shirt. His eyes widened when he saw you weren’t even wearing a bra.

“Somehow I doubt that,” you muttered with a roll of your eyes. 

“Let me prove it to you.” Joel replied, this time his words holding the utmost meaning.

Joel unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his knees, alongside his boxer shorts, revealing his long, thick cock. It was perfect, the dark pink head already leaking with milky white trails of precum. 

“You’re huge.” you couldn’t help but gasp out, making Joel laugh. You immediately eased at the sound of his chuckle. It wasn’t teasing or fake, but it was genuine and authentic. Dare you say, cute. 

But the little butterflies that fluttered in the pit of your stomach were short-lived. Your loins ached even more just at the mere sight of him and you eagerly ditched your panties within seconds. Leaning back, you made yourself as comfortable as you could be atop of the rock and spread your legs for him. What a sight to behold, you were. 

Joel admired your glistening folds as he eye-fucked your entire naked body. You brought your hands to your tits and began to play with them as you let him observe you.

“Please Joel,” you begged. “Let me feel you.”

Joel hovered over you and pressed his cock between your folds, rubbing the tip up and down, separating you. Obscene and lewd wet noises filled the quiet atmosphere as Joel gathered your juices on his manhood. 

“Such a pretty pussy,” Joel sighed, before bringing a thumb to your clit. He began to draw circles over the bundle of nerves, causing your body to jolt with the overbearing rush of pleasure. You knew you wouldn’t last long and you could feel your orgasm begin to creep upon you. But you needed more.

“Fuck me Joel, I need you inside of me.”

“Like this?” Joel asked and with one smooth motion, Joel thrusted his cock inside of you, your wet walls squeezing around him. “Oh shit.” he croaked out, taking a moment to adjust himself to the ethereal feeling of you wrapped around him. 

“Yes, just like that,” you praised. “Move now, please.”

For the first time, Joel followed your instruction without any tormenting or teasing. He’d wanted this just as bad as you did. Joel rocked his hips into you, building up a rhythm that you just couldn’t resist. His movements began to set out a pace but in time he quickened himself, focusing on getting closer to his high as he felt your own body quiver and shake underneath him. You knew he was close when his thrusts became sloppy and he chanted your name under his breath. 

Joel delved his face into your neck and you screamed as your climax came crushing down. Joel felt it too— the effect of your orgasm and what it had done to your body. Without any warning, Joel shot ropes of his cum into your pussy before slowly pulling out of you. The warmth of his seed painting your walls was enough to help you come down from your high. 

Joel rolled off you and laid next to you, atop of the rock.

The sky was growing dark now and nightfall was approaching. 

“Thank you.” you whispered when you regained your breath. You let yourself have a few moments to try and come to terms with what had just happened. By far, the best experience of your life. 

Joel leaned over onto his side and looked at you, feeling completely enamoured with your beauty. You were still flushed and sweating but the effects of the flower had worn off now, and you were doing much better.

“Before, when I said I thought of you when I was with Tess… I wasn’t lying,” Joel admitted. “I don’t want you to think…”

You smiled, tangling your fingers into his hair and pushing his face down to meet yours. You offered him a soft, tranquil kiss and Joel moaned at the affection. Your lips were so soft, exactly how he’d imagined. If he could, he’d kiss them forever.

“Is she your girlfriend?” you asked after pulling away.

“It’s not like that at all,” Joel replied. “We just… we’re there when we need each other, y’know?”

You nodded your head silently.

“I don’t want this to be a one-time thing,” Joel announced, feeling a rush of nerves and anxiety race through his body. “I mean, not the Cordyceps flower. And not just the sex. But I want to see you again, after today. And I understand if you don’t feel the same way— I know, we’re so different and I ain’t a good guy. Maybe a girl like you would be better on your own, but damn it, I like you and—“

“I like you too,” you cut him off. “Maybe when we get back to Boston, you can take me out on a date?”

Joel grinned, a dimple appearing in his right cheek. There was those butterflies again.

“Alrighty then.” Joel beamed and you pressed another kiss to his lips. “It’s a date.”

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[imajinxnation]

Hi! I wanted to tell that John Constantine has such sad tired but beautiful eyes. and the way how he smokes is something special. Can you please write how he would react if he saw that the reader was smoking.

Smokey

John Constantine(2005) x Reader

SUMMARY // We all know John is a really bad chainsmoker, but he never knew you smoked too!

TW // Smoking(no shit), fluff, cussing..

Tbh I love this cause, imma be honest with ya'll, I smoke, mostly when I'm stressed, but still.. and I know everyone is gonna be on my ass for that, but I could be doing a lot worse shit than smoking, so be glad it's just that!

Thank you, I have been having writers block for days and you just FIXED IT!!!!

ALL GIFS FROM PINTEREST

Me and Constantine have been dating for 2 years now, and during that time, I have witnessed an insane amount of people reprimand him for smoking like he does, and a lot of disgusted looks glanced his way after he pulls out cig after cig like they're candy.

He ignores these people and really doesn't give a fuck about what others say about his life choices. His life, his choice.. and who am I to tell him what he can and cannot do?

Especially when I smoke too.. bit hypocritical if I tell him to stop smoking while I take a puff or who, right?

Another thing I've noticed in our relationship is how he tries to keep from smoking in front of me and goes out on the balcony at our apartment to do it, or faces the opposite way as not to accidentally blow his smoke in my face.

I brung it up to him once, but he just brushed me off, saying he had no idea what the fuck I was talking about.. How typical of him to not admit he cares about my health..

So far, he has never witnessed me smoke, and, because I buy the same brand as him, he doesn't think of it when he finds an extra pack on the counter every now and then, thinking I bought them for him.. Which results in him stealing my fuckin' smokes without even realizing it.

Usually, I have a smoke first thing in the morning when John is still asleep, and then maybe another at work, but that's all, so it's easy to see why he didn't know about our shared habit.. Until today.

It's an early Sunday morning and the streets are nearly bare due to it being a weekend, and for some, a day to relax and go to Church.

I'm out on the balcony, taking my morning smoke when I hear John rustling in bed, probably just tossing and turning like usual. I take a long drag from my cig and feel the white-ish gray smoke run through my lungs before blowing it out of my mouth with a sigh, some of it escaping from my nose instead.

"Baby.. what are you doing on the balcony this early..?" I hear John's deep groggy, huskey (~sexy~) morning voice ask from behind me.

He rubs the sleep out of his eyes and finally sees me clearly, looking at him, cigarette in hand, a little smoke still coming down and out my nose. He squints at me, tired and confused.

"Since when do you smoke..?" He asks, confused as fuck.

"Since I was old enough to do it without getting in trouble with the cops.." I say nonchalantly and flick some ash from my cigarette into the ash tray on the thin metal railing.

"Huh.. How am I just finding this out now?" John asks, clearly confused at how he has been dating me for 2 years and never knew 'till now.

"One; you sleep like a boulder, I do this every morning, and two; I don't use 20 packs a day like someone," I tease, smirking slightly.

He scoffs playfully, "Okay, well, I don't smoke 20 packs a day.. just 15. And also; are you fucking kidding me? I did all that shit so you wouldn't inhale my smoke only to find out it doesn't even matter cause you inhale your own!?"

"HA! So you admit that you did do all that because you care!" A shit eating grin crosses my face.

Constantine pauses for a minute and then lets out a sigh, knowing I wouldn't let it go, no matter what. Then a thought struck him.

"Fucking Christ.. The new packs of cigs! Those were yours weren't they!?"

I laugh at his reaction once he figures out he's been stealing my cigarettes.

"Don't even worry bout it, we smoke the same brand, so I steal yours sometimes too," I confess, a grin on my face as I take another drag before putting out what remains of the roll, pressing it down into the ash tray.

[polyklok]

Thank you @hopedope for sending me this lovely request in a very nice manner! I’m sorry it took me like damn near a year to get it done 😅

Doing Pickles’ Makeup

“C’mon, pleeeeaaassseeee?”

Pickles raised his eyes to you, slightly amused by your begging and more-than-slightly annoyed by your persistence. It was impressive, though. You had caught him at a particularly vulnerable moment of looking through naked lady fan mail and he was in a good mood. With your hard work and determination, you whittled down his several ‘No’s to a ‘Maybe’ and now, finally, a-

“I’ll think aboot it.”

“What’s there to think about? Just lemme take a crack at it!”

You had found an old magazine, of which Snakes ‘N Barrels headlined on. From that, a pretty close-up of Pickles’ glamor days, in which he was smothered in smokey purple eyeshadow and cherry red lipgloss. He doesn’t even know why that magazine was in Mordhaus in the first place. You somehow got it in your head that you needed to see an updated version of his dolled-up look.

He shuffled through a few more letters, no longer taking the time to admire the detailed shots of many-a titties. You leaned forward even more, keeping an eager stare. Damn your puppy-dog eyes.

“Fine. But I’m nat keepin’ it on all damn day.”

A mischievous grin spread across your face. He hated how adorable your evil ass could be.

At the very least, it was relaxing. He insisted the two of you had taken the activity to his room, he did not need anymore comments from his bandmates about how gay his makeup was. You straddled him on his bed, dipping the brush onto the makeup pallet by his head and spreading it across his closed eyelids. He shivered every time your warm breath puffed against his now-highlighted cheeks, fingers gripping harder onto your thighs he was allowed to hold as an added bonus for his troubles.

“M’gonna add shimmer,” You muttered, more so to yourself than him.

“No. Anything but the sparkles.” He said in a flat tone, mocking his earlier reluctance. Although he couldn’t see it, he swore he heard your lips spread into another smile. Maybe he’d let you do his makeup again if it made you this happy. Maybe.

His eyes felt heavier and heavier every time that brush glided against them again. He couldn’t tell if you were adding an ungodly amount of product or if he was just getting sleepy from it. His head sunk deeper into the mattress. He can’t remember why he was so reluctant in the first place. Having you on top of him while he got to practically nap rocked.

“Open your eyes,” You said, softly, ruining the comfortable moment.

“Don’t wanna,” He replied, just as soft.

“Pickles.” Oh shit. He knew not to defy that kind of tone. His eyes immediately shot open, wincing slightly at the sudden light flooding his vision. While you shuffled through your makeup bag, he admired the point of view he had, letting his hands linger up to your waist.

“Here.” You brought out a recognizable tube. Pickles grimaced. Even way back then, this was by far his least part of the process. You popped the mascara out and leaned in even closer than before, placing those little bristles right in his eye line.

“Blink.”

He did so and immediately regretted it. It was so weird to have his eyelashes, a teensy body part he hardly ever noticed on himself, to suddenly be covered in thick goop. But he didn’t fight it, blinking thrice for each eye and pushing down the strong urge to rub it all out. You blew gently on his new lashes, drying them into a thick, heavy fan.

“Yuck,” He mumbled, trying not to let you hear. If you did, you ignored it, simply assuring him that you were almost done.

“You want red, pink, or black lips?” You asked, shimmying down his legs so he could sit up properly.

“Dealer’s choice. I trust ya.”

You chose the black, which was really more of a super dark blue with a pearly sheen. He rested his jaw in your hand, holding his mouth limp to give you the perfect canvas to spread the lipstick on. Just as you were finishing his bottom lip, savoring the intimate moment-

“PICKLES! Toki and Skw-Woah. What the hell?” Nathan kicked open the door, apparently needing to tell Pickles some absolutely essential information, only to find you sitting in his lap and applying fucking makeup to him.

“Jesus fuckin- Nate’n, I told you to start fackin knockin, man!” Pickles turned his head so violently, the black smeared across his cheek in an ugly streak. You frowned, there goes your hard work.

“Pickles is getting his fucking makeup done!” Nathan yelled down the hall.

“Scheriously?!”

“Ha! Dat ams so gay!”

The rest of his bandmates could be heard not too far away. Pickles groaned, “Get the HELL outta here, dood!” He grabbed an empty beer bottle from his nightstand and flung it at the doorframe, shattering it.

“What’re you trying to relive the nineties or something? Gonna go back to your old band?” Nathan was clearly digging into his irritations, playfully enjoying how pissed off Pickles was getting.

“I think he looks hot,” You said matter-of-factly, hugging his head and pressing it against your chest. Pickles went slightly red with the affection, frantically waving his hands to get Nathan to fuck off. Nathan, luckily, understood the signal and promptly shut the door right before the rest of the band could get their mockery in.

“D’ose fuckin’ guys,” Pickles mumbled against you, one again relaxing into your touch, “You really like how I look like this?”

You pulled back, examining his face. His eyeshadow primarily black, blending into a very shimmery gold color. His highlighter was a similar gold and, despite the smudge, his lips looks good enough to kiss. So you did. “You always look good. Just especially now.”

“Don’t give yerself too much credit,” He teased with a smile, dragging you down with him in a tight squeeze. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he loved being fawned over whilst the two of you cuddled into oblivion.

[nyuusayuri]

Captain Koby x Reader

Unbreakable Bonds [Part 1/3]

Warnings: Upcoming smut in Part 2, slight swearing, mention of smoking

I apologize for upcoming spelling mistakes, but English is not my native language - hope you still enjoy it!

Everything was dark as my consciousness slowly seemed to return. My back hurts, as if I had fallen 5m and landed on a cold board. Probably because it was like that. Except that at the last second my fall was gentler than expected. Grumbling, I held my head, which was buzzing like it did after 3 nights of partying with Shanks and his crew. Still slightly dazed, I opened my eyes a crack and realized that I was in a dark, cold room with no windows to let in some light. Only the bars opposite of me, behind which I could see light and a lonely desk with a chair.

I sat up heavily and held my back the next second when a sharp pain shot through me, causing me to grit my teeth tightly to keep from accidentally crying out. Parts of my memory from yesterday flashed back to me and showed me how, after a fierce battle against the Marine, at some point I only saw smoke and was almost crushed under the wreckage when I tried to escape. But only almost. I can only vaguely remember the hint of something...pink. "What rubbish. Why did the damn Marine have to show up at exactly this time." To my right, I heard the click of a lock and decided to continue pretending to be asleep in order to perhaps find out more about my whereabouts.

"I'm sorry, Vice Admiral. Seems like the prisoner still hasn't woken up. I'm not surprised by the blow you gave her." "It doesn't matter. Sooner or later she'll have to wake up and talk. Those damn pirates are really nothing but trouble. We'll take her to Captain Koby's ship at the next port anyway. I have something else to do other than dealing with these annoying pirates. I'm sure he'll get something out of her,"came an annoyed voice, sounding so deep and rough, as if someone was inhaling nothing but smoke. But in a strange way it still sounded quite pleasant. "Ai ai Vice Admiral Smoker. We will inform the other ship immediately." The next moment the footsteps moved away again, but I stayed there until the door closed.

So Vice Admiral Smoker. It's a miracle I escaped with my life if he was the one chasing me. For all the hours that passed I tried desperately to find a way out, but unfortunately the Marine had thought these cells through really well, so in the end I had no choice but to give up and sit in a dark corner. "Then I guess I'll have to think about something while they try to transport me to the other ship." Sighing, I let my head fall against the wall behind me and stared at the ceiling. I still have these hazy memories of something pink, but I can't even think of what that could have been. "Hmm... I would be interested to know who I owe my life to. Even I would have barely survived a fight against Smoker." And so time passed until the ship finally seemed to dock at the next harbor. The only thing I noticed was the jerky movement of the ship as it was tied up, along with the hasty footsteps of the crew milling about on the deck above me, trying to prepare everything for a safe transport.

The next moment several Marines ran down the stairs and burst through the door. Everyone lined up, some seemed nervous and almost shitting their pants, while others showed no emotions and this was probably an everyday occurrence for them. A short time later he appeared in all his glory. Vice Admiral Smoker. Or how I liked to call him: Mr. Smoking hot. He looked at me grimly and I just responded with a mischievous grin. “Well, look at that. If that's not my good old Smokey." I slowly walked towards the bars and clutched them with both hands as I leaned closer to him. "I heard you wanted to push me away. And I thought we were finally getting closer." “Don’t even try it Y/N. That hasn't worked for me before and it won't work now either. We're transporting you over to Captain Koby's ship. He'll have more time for your little games than I do." Annoyed, he pulled the corners of his mouth down, at least as far as he could with two cigars in his mouth, before he gave the order to get me out of the cell and put me in chains.

On the way outside, after what felt like an eternity, I got some fresh air again and enjoyed the warm rays of sunshine on my skin. My eyes didn't seem too excited about the sudden brightness, though, so I had to squint them in order to not get blinded. "Smoker-kun!" A very bright and joyful voice came from a distance and seemed to be slowly approaching. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light and I could finally see clearly where we were. Near another ship I saw 2 strange figures. One had long blonde hair and a... very strange chin. When I looked at the other one next to him my body froze and my eyes went wide. That pink hair. No! That can't be! It was him...who saved me? A Captain of the Marines? "Come on! Move, you miserable priate scum!" One of the soldiers behind me pushed me forward with a shove in the back, I gave him an angry glance and continued to walk.

We walked straight towards the other ship and I could see more and more clearly who was actually standing in front of me. Captain Koby smiled and greeted his superior and then turned to me. Even though he didn't give me a smile like he did the Vice Admiral, I still felt a certain tenderness on his part. "Don't worry, Smoker-kun. Leave it to me. I'll get her to tell us something about the scroll." I looked at him in shock. The scroll! So that's why they hired someone as high as Smoker to target me. I twisted my mouth in annoyance and lowered my gaze to the floor. This could get funny.

[inthefairygrove]

Morning rain and maroon hoodies

Worst Wednesday ever. First, you woke up late, rushing to get ready and almost forgetting your lunch. Then you run in the rain to the bus stop only to find out that you missed the bus. However you still have to go to school so you start your hike to school. Lucky one of your friends, Chan, was also running late and drove past, stopping to pick you up.

"Y/n it's raining outside! Why are you walking to school in the rain? You could catch a cold." He turns up the car's heater and digs in his gym bag for a towel. He hands one to you and you gratefully take it, drying off your drenched hair and lamenting about your now wet shirt. You both reach the school and rush inside to avoid looking like a drowned rat, meeting your friends at Minho's locker.

"Woah Y/n you're soaked! Did you walk here?" Minho spots you first, standing with Seungmin and Changbin, holding a bag of rice rolls.

"Ah, I missed the bus. I started to walk but Channie was running late and was able to give me a ride." You laugh awkwardly and try to wring out your shirt.

"You should get changed before you catch a cold Y/n. I think I have an extra gym shirt you can borrow." Changbin cuts in, digging through his bag before being interrupted by Seungmin.

"No need hyung. They can just wear my hoodie instead." He turns to a confused Minho and holds out his bag expectantly. Then he pulls his hoodie over his head, the action causing his shirt to ride up and show a sliver of his stomach before he fixes his shirt. You tune out what the boys are saying as you trace his features. His dirty shoes, baggy cargo pants, a worn oversized graphic shirt. His hair ruffled from pulling off the very hoodie that he was holding out to you. Meeting his eyes you can tell that he's pleading for you to take it.

" Just give me a minute guys." You huff and grab the sweatshirt, heading to the nearest bathroom to change. Pulling off your wet shirt you let the cozy maroon fabric of his hoodie engulf you. His cologne mixes with the scent of your shampoo, melting together to create a smokey floral aroma. The fabric settles over your cold body, ending at your thighs with the sleeves pushed up so you can use your hands. Grabbing your discarded wet shirt from the floor, you exit the bathroom to meet your friends again, this time at your own locker. Jeongin has arrived and joined the group since you last left, snacking on some of the rolls Minho brought for everyone. Between holding your wet shirt and struggling to keep your bag on your shoulder you are having trouble opening your locker. So, with a gentle hand to your shoulder Seungmin moves you to the side with a quiet 'I got this. Let me help.' He unlocks your locker with practiced ease and unloads the various books crammed into the torn tote bag. Jeongin hands you a plastic bag to slip your shirt in. You are left standing in between Seungmin, who has stolen your bag, and Minho, who is shoving food into your hands with a stern 'Eat.' You begrudgingly start to eat your rice roll and turn your attention back to Seungmin, who has since finished swapping out your books and is now standing at your side with an arm wrapped around your shoulders. You offer him a bite of your rice roll which he accepts, leaning down to eat out of your hands, nose brushing against your hand.

"I would've held it up for you, ya know." You huff, taking another bite of the savory roll. The group begins their daily trek to class, splitting off as they head to their individual classes. Seungmin walks with you to class, comfortable silence washing over the two of you. The silence only breaks when you reach his first class of the day.

"I'll see you at lunch Minnie." you state, already starting to walk to your own class.

" I forgot to tell you something earlier." He calls out to you, you turn back towards him confused.

"What's up?" Tilting your head you look up at him, wondering what's making him so fidgety. He messes with his bag strap as he looks down at you fondly.

" You look good in my clothes."

[madamefluffnstuff]

Quelling the Beast

Fandom: Elder Scrolls Online

Pairing: Fennorian x Fem!Werewolf!Vestige, could be pre-romance or established relationship.

Rating: T

Warning(s): Werewolves, vampires, supernatural transformation, lots of blood, attempted assassination, angst, hurt/comfort themes, etc.

Words: 990

AN: Yes I *know* I have a request I need to finish, but after I saw our sweet Fennorian was coming back in the ESO reveal I had to go back and finish this one to celebrate.

This is actually one of the darker ones I've written, so just be cautious if blood isn't your thing. (Also Gwendis is a menace but I love her dearly. Bless.)

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The Gray Host ambush was just that- an ambush. Masterfully planned and executed, Verandis' protégé and the Vestige were caught completely off guard. House Ravenwatch fought valiantly, and with the Vestige at their side it seemed to be going well. Until Fennorian tried to help Gwendis as a tag team and they both were sent flying back.

The Vestige snapped and let the bloodlust take over. Hircine's gift ripped through her as the beast inside roared in her ears. Only one thing on her mind: Save them.

When things calmed down somewhat, and no more Gray Host to be seen, the Vestige stood in the middle of the room in all her werewolf glory. Covered in blood, cuts, gashes, and flecks of robes, most people would be terrified and run the opposite direction. Not Fennorian.

"Listen to me- listen to me- It's all right, you're fine," he tried to soothe her. He knew he was taking a huge risk approaching her in her werewolf form when she was still coming down from the blood rush. If she spooked or snapped... He didn't want to think about it.

Her chest heaved as she panted, hard. Glowing yellow eyes with dangerously thin pupils bored into him. Deep, low warning growls rumbled in her ribcage. Every muscle in her body was visibly tensed, ready to either fight or flee.

When she didn't attack, Fenn took a tentative step forward, palms up. And another. And another. Until he was standing directly in front of the Vestige, his eyes level with hers. The intensity of her powerful gaze tested his nerves. But he was determined to help her.

Slowly, cautiously, the vampire wrapped his arms around the werewolf's neck. The sickly sweet smell of the blood on her maw nearly made him ill. Had he not just recently fed, he might have been in trouble with so much of it so close to his face.

"It's all right, my friend," he whispered. "You're safe. We're safe. I'm here. I've got you..."

Nobody moved. No one dared to breathe. The only sound was the Vestige's heavy exhalations and growling. Fennorian began gently moving his hands back and forth in her fur, rubbing her shoulders. As he did, he tried to talk to her again. If he could just get through to her-

"You don't have to fight them anymore," he murmured into her thick fur, "You defeated them. We're safe. Myself, Gwendis, Adusa.. We're all safe..."

Suddenly he felt his words starting to work- the werewolf's shoulders physically relaxed and she let out a guttural sigh.

"Please, you don't have to do this. Just- just come back to m- us-" Fennorian's voice cracked painfully as he pleaded with her.

It was Gwendis who saw it before Fenn felt it: the Vestige's knees starting to shake, threatening to give out. In a puff of black mist, she disappeared and reappeared next to her brother. The wood elf vampire sprinted to Fenn's opposite side and helped him in supporting their lycan companion.

And not a moment too soon- the Vestige's knees finally gave out and she collapsed into, and onto, them. She let out a strangled choking sound as Fennorian and Gwendis cushioned her fall. Fenn's heart nearly broke as he listened to her whimpering and whining, her wolven body shaking as the blood rush finally dissipated.

"It's all right, friend. Take it easy," Gwendis ran her hands through the Vestige's coarse, smokey gray fur. "You did amazing, you did that all by yourself," a smile was evident in her voice as she tried her own soothing words.

The Vestige tried to stand up, but her spent and exhausted body just couldn't support itself right now. Her lycanthropic form took so much from her with this battle. She felt a pair of arms under her chin and they gently rested on someone's lap. She glanced up and locked eyes with Fennorian. He could see her tired, dull yellow eyes, lacking the primal glow from earlier.

Adusa-daro decided it was safe enough to make herself known. Just like Gwendis, the Khajiiti vampire disappeared in a cloud of black mist and joined her siblings. "This one is impressed, Fennorian. I was not sure you would be able to bring her back."

He continued stroking the Vestige's fur and sighed, "Truth be told, neither did I. I'm not sure how I did it."

"Well, he did," Gwendis piped in, also petting the pacified werewolf. "And he did a damn fine job. You should be proud of yourself, Fennorian."

He nodded, his gaze never leaving the Vestige. "We have to get her back home. She's hurt and needs help."

The ladies nodded. "I can arrange for transportation. Discreet transportation," Gwendis said. "You stay here with her, Fenn."

"This one will go ahead and let Verandis know. He can set up a room for her to rest," Adusa offered up.

Fennorian, more or less on autopilot, nodded again. "I'll stay here with her. Keep an eye on her."

~*~

Gwendis rounded the hallway corner and knocked on the door. She waited. Fennorian didn't answer. She knocked again. Still no answer. A twist of the doorknob showed the door wasn't even locked. As it swung open, she poked her head in.

Fenn was sitting on the bed, propped against the headboard, sound asleep, with the Vestige. She had since reverted back from her werewolf transformation, though she was in the same position she fell asleep in: her big, furry head resting in Fenn's lap, one arm around his torso. His own arm, which had been on her back while she was a werewolf, was now draped across her human shoulders.

His sister couldn't help but smile as she quietly closed the door. They'd be fine. And she knew Fenn would tear apart anyone who touched the Vestige. She'd leave them be for now.

The playful teasing she'd give them later, however, was another story.

[sweetiesshortstories]

Dance with a Wolf

She stood next to a tattooed barbie doll nursing a drink with a fruit garnish. Her dark lips protruded slightly as she chewed, and her body rippled as she swayed absentmindedly to the music. He assumed she was used to her friend garnering male attention, though she seemed happy to accept the cocktails on her friend’s behalf; dancing as a new colorful glass was set on the table before her and her friend continued giggling at the attention.

He could see why her friend was the focal point, large implants, smokey eye make-up, long legs, tastefully seductive tattoos beckoning your eyes along her form. In fact, on a normal evening, he may have been enticed by her, but not that evening.

He was craving something different, something that wouldn’t come quite as easily.  

And the woman wearing the skintight crimson dress with black thigh high boots would give him the chase he craved. He said nothing to his associates as he walked away, eyes fixated on the petite brunette with cheeks flushed in tipsiness.

She hardly paid him any mind, only sparing a glance before she placed a glass to her lips; he was tempted immediately.

“Allow me to buy you a drink, meant for you.” He watched her side eye him as she swallowed and set the glass on the table.

“I’m sure you can see I’m good on that front.” Her hand waved at the table before her, referencing the several glasses she had yet touched.

“Yes, true. But those were all guesses, assumptions, for someone else. I want to give you what you want.” The implication was heavy, exactly as he intended, and she didn’t miss it.

There was sparkle in her eyes as she gave him an up and down and her body angled slightly more towards him.

“You’re bold.” She said it with a scoff but there was a note of approval as her mouth tugged slightly, fighting a grin. “I don’t trust bold boys. You’re too much trouble.” She turned her head away, but her body was still facing him, he had her. He tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and closed the gap between them. He leaned down closer to her, her scent filled his nostrils and invaded his clothes.

“Are you really that scared of telling me what you want?” He whispered into her ear. “There’s only one reason to come to wolf country, little kitty.” He watched the hairs on her neck rise and her skin goose from an invisible chill. She turned and stared at him, her eyes rapidly scanned his face. He smiled; a small chuckle rumbled from his chest.

“You’re –no! I don’t believe you.” She looked away and crossed her arms, brows furrowed.

“I can show you.” She slowly eyed him but set her jaw and shook her head. “I can tell you aren’t scared. I can tell exactly what you’re feeling right now.” He shot a look down at her figure.

“I’ve been drinking, I’d fuck a broomstick right now if it complimented me. Don’t flatter yourself.” She emptied the contents of her earlier glass and dabbed at the corners of her mouth with her fingertips.

“A broomstick? That’s about the length but the girth…” He winced. She couldn’t control her next reaction, the gasp she had attempted with a mouth full of alcohol backfired and sent liquid down her front. He laughed as she covered her mouth to cough but handed her a napkin to assist her. “I should’ve waited until you swallowed. Noted.”

She shot him a heated look with glassy eyes as she patted at her chest, but her eyes still glanced down to his groin before they flitted away. She cleared her throat as she faced him and straightened her dress.

“My name’s Lydia, what’s yours?” She wiped her under eyes delicately.

“Garrett.”

They stared at one another, neither speaking nor moving as the world continued around them. A mental transaction was taking place. Garrett almost wanted her to resist longer, he almost wanted to get himself hungrier for her. But he wasn’t disappointed with what she said next.

“Ok, Wolf Boy. Show me.”

“I think you'll see there’s nothing ‘boy’ about me.” He smirked as he stepped closer to her and towered over her. She was already small compared to him; he wondered how far wolf he could go with her. He stepped behind her placing her back flat against him and gripped the edges of the table at her sides. “How much privacy does the kitty-kitty need to play? Because I could you bend you over this table and no one would bat an eye.”

Lydia’s mouth dried and her heart fluttered into her throat. He was domineering at her back, a warmth from his body spreading over her from head to toe. She wondered what she was getting herself into, how much danger she was placing herself in with a wolf. She quivered at his breath on her skin as he spoke, it was seducing her mind and body to respond to him. He was irresistible.

“Take me somewhere I can scream.” It was a test, she spoke beneath her breath, barely a whisper, something only a wolf could hear in a crowded lounge on a Friday night. She didn’t have to wonder if he heard her, not for a single second.

“I have just the space.” His voice was husky, low for only her ears and he spoke it down her whole body. She had never felt so stimulated by a simple sentence, but he was able to make his words dance on her skin.

Lydia bid her friend farewell and Garrett led her to the back of the lounge where a heavy door receded into the brick accent wall. A dimly lit room reserved for VIP patrons was vacant and perfectly positioned to drown out any sounds she may make. With the door shut she pressed herself against the cool metal and stared wide eyed at the big bad wolf before her.  

“Show me.” Lydia nodded her chin towards him as she bit her lip.

“Before I do, you have to understand something.” He unbuttoned his sleeves and began neatly rolling them up his forearms. “You can withdraw consent from me, but not from a wolf. Actions can get murky when primal instincts are involved. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?” His gaze was intense, almost hypnotic. Even if she had wanted to say no, at that moment she would have lacked the ability to. “Speak, Lydia. If you want to meet a wolf, you have to tell me you understand what will happen.”

“You won’t stop.” Her heart palpitated painfully against her chest as she spoke.

“No matter what.” His voice was firm, and he nodded for her to continue.

“You’re going to finish.” Her legs began a slight tremble that she was barely able to control.

“In you, or on you. Tell me Lydia, do you want to meet a wolf?”

“Yes!” She was breathless in anticipation, each reverberation from his voice echoed deep inside her.

He grinned, and it widened devilishly revealing sharpened teeth. She blinked and his eyes had become feral, his nails-claws, and misty fur prickled upright at the nape of his neck. His eyes reflected the light and his pupils suddenly shrunk to needle points.

“Oh, shit.” She breathed just before he descended on her.

He was larger, taller, a possibility she hadn’t at all considered when she agreed to his terms. She had never met a real wolf. Her gasp was audible as he leaned close to her neck, a rumble echoing from his chest that was reminiscent of purring. She felt a warm touch slide up to her ear, leaving an icy cold trail. His tongue had grown too.

“You’re so scared but so turned on, it excites me.”

His touch was rigid, and Lydia could hardly stifle her shock when he full handedly gripped her between the legs. But he was right, she was turned on and she couldn’t stop it. Every inch of her hidden under the dress had been reaching out for him and it was heightening with his closeness. She felt panic swelling in her abdomen as his finger tore her underwear to useless tatters, and she placed her hands on his chest.

“I-I know what you said, b-but I-I don’t think I can—” She tried to speak, her body was melting under his gaze, emptying her mind. His brows stitched together as he tilted his head and for a moment Lydia thought he was genuinely concerned for her. He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles.

“I know why you’re having second thoughts,” Garrett pulled her hand below his waist and thrust his length into her hand. “Not the cock of a boy, is it?” She pulled her hand away from his crotch and attempted to shove him away, but he didn’t budge. He laughed and gripped her waist, painfully tight and lifted her from the floor to pin her against the door.

“Fighting me only triggers my prey drive.” His fangs glinted in the dim light making her heart skip a beat. “So fight, if you want it to get more interesting.”

“I’ve never been with a wolf before, I can’t do this, Garrett!”

The sound of his name on her lips made him groan and pin her to the wall with his hips, grinding his swollen head against her pelvis. His lips scorched over her bosom until his hunger jolted, urging his tongue out of his mouth. He tasted her, the salty trepidation with a hint of feminine desire.

“Everyone says dogs hate cats, but I love them.” He nipped at the tip of her nose as he slid his hands under her dress and gripped her bare ass. “I could just eat them whole.” In one swift motion he lifted her on his shoulders and buried his face between her thighs.

She yelped like a scared fawn and crossed her ankles on his back for balance. The ceiling was close enough to offer support, and she gripped it with spread fingers desperately. He wasn’t doing anything she was used to. He wasn’t licking, kissing. No. He was fucking her with his mouth, devouring her with his lips, he was making her wetter and sucking her dry. She couldn’t keep up.

She didn’t know if she wanted to cry or moan, to fight him or lean into it. The sensations were powerful, coursing through her in waves of ecstasy that threatened to end in a freefall. When he moaned into her wet folds, sucking her swollen clit, the decision was made, and she arched against the wall to part her thighs wider and pull him further into her. Profanities rang from her throat as uncontrollable quakes flooded her body, electricity sparking.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She was panting uncontrollably, barely able to hold a breath. There was no way she was so close, she told herself. He had only been at her a few moments; she couldn’t be coming right then.

But it came in an explosion that tightened her thighs around Garrett as a sensual cry echoed off the walls. Her body was pulsating with bliss when he lowered her to his waist and pulled her away from the wall. She was breathless and locked in his gaze as he flashed her a smile and set her on her feet.

“Turn around, kitty.” Her heart was throbbing as she turned on unstable legs towards a couch, her stomach almost touching the armrest. Before she could process his request, he shoved her down over the armrest and the sound of his belt clanked.

“Garrett!” She pushed herself up on her hands and looked back. “You can’t! Not like this. This will be way too much.” He was already at her entrance, his head pushed in slightly, testing her resistance.

“You came on my face; your muscles are relaxed. You just have to let them stay that way.” He kicked the heels of her boots and opened her stance wider. She gasped, her breathing fluttered as she felt him push his head fully into her and continue to go deeper. She withdrew but he held her by the small of her back and forced an arch over the armrest. There was little she could do except relax.

She reached behind her with one hand and gripped his wrist, begging for mercy, but he shushed her and sunk further. She felt him against her cervix and heard his groan of approval as his head thrusted against her wall. He was easy the first few strokes, but his desire grew.

He held her in place, forcing her to arch as deep as she could while he sunk deeper, over and over. She could hardly breathe over the depth; she could practically feel him in her lungs. Breathy cries and moans sounded from her as she clawed at the leather cushions as he went faster. Garretts moans became guttural, deeper, they rumbled from his chest as he rode her. Her skin rippled with his thrusts and the visual of her stretched to accommodate him was enough to make him blow his load over her ass then, but he wanted to hear her cry first. He wanted to feel her come while he was inside of her.

He wrapped an arm under her torso and snaked his fingers around her slim neck. Garrett gripped her firmly and pulled her against his chest while he continued thrusting into her.

“I know you have another one in there for me.”

And she did. It was a full body experience that left her crying out in tremors as her vision blurred and faded. She contracted around his girth and felt her body go limp with an exhausted euphoria as he continued to hold her close. She felt him tighten inside of her before a feral growl rumbled from his chest, and he wrapped her in his arms before they dropped to the couch. He never pulled out of her, he stayed nestled deep inside of her and after a few breaths he flicked his tongue against her earlobe.

“Have you ever rode reverse?”

[georgiapeach30513]

Keys In Your Ignition, Part 1

Summary: he just wants to make sure you know who owns it

Pairings: Ari Levinson X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (M receiving), fingering, squirting, humiliation, degradation, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2K

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*Ari and Bucky edits by Nix Akimbo

Bucky takes a sip of his beer, those smokey blue eyes drifting over you, while you clean off the bar. As of late, he’s always watching you, and he knows he shouldn’t. With your brother being his best friend, and your father the president of his club, he should stay away.

But you’re always here. Integrated into this world because, your mother had passed unexpectedly. Joseph didn’t know what to do with you, so the other old ladies had raised you as their own. Because of that, life in the club was your safe space, when it shouldn’t be. It was a harsh world, and no place for a girl like you. He would have you wifed up, and protected from the others.

Steve had noticed Bucky’s growing adoration of you, and shut it down quickly. However, Steve should have been paying attention to the Vice President, Ari. He had kept a wandering eye, and hand on you for years. Enough to keep Bucky at an arm’s length. He also knows that Joseph and Steve would not approve, even though, several of the women that hung around the clubhouse, teased you about it, you never offered anything. But Bucky knew the truth.

You peer up at Bucky, giving him a smile, “Why didn’t you go on the run with Stevie?”

Bucky takes a swig of his drink, shrugging his shoulders. If it meant alone time with you, he was taking it. “They had enough. And, you’re not to be left at the clubhouse alone.”

“Why’s that JB?” he rolls his eyes at the name that only you call him, giving you another shrug. “You’re normally more talkative. Why does my brother and father not want me to be left alone.”

“They know,” you give him a questioningly look, because nobody knows. They couldn’t. Your father would have both of your heads.

“Know what?” you ask coyly, but Bucky always sees, because he’s always looking for you. Nervously you begin to look away, “Know what?”

“Doll, if I know anyone could know,” he still doesn’t answer, and it makes you nervous. “You were meant to be more than a Bastards’ bike bunny. Don’t sell yourself short.”

You peak up at him, shaking your head, until the door opens, and you see the thick giant body of Ari walk through the shadows. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Bucky turns, looking at Ari before rolling his eyes, “Of course you don’t,” he mumbles walking to his room.

“He giving you trouble?” Ari asks. Sitting down at the table, you place a beer in front of him, and his eyes look you up and down, “I could go with something harder.”

Without speaking, you give him a shot glass, pouring some Jim Beam in it and he drinks it quickly, wiggling the glass at you, “You take one.”

“I’m good.”

“You not listening to what I tell you to do?” you grab up the shot glass, and fill it. Throwing it back you slam it on the bar in front of him. “What the fuck has gotten into you?”

“Nothing.”

Ari aggressively bites at his lip, before looking around the clubhouse, empty. Apart from Bucky, everyone else is on a run. All the Sweet Butts are out, because the other members aren’t here to play.

He reaches across the bar, grabbing up your arm, and dares you to scream out in protest, “Let’s go,” he grunts out. Dragging your body into the chapel, and he flings you on the table.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asks again, this time, jerking at his belt, and he watches your legs spread wide open. Walking closer, he lifts up your skirt, that he insists you wear, and your bare quivering and dripping cunt is on full display.

“You gonna tell daddy, what’s wrong with you?” he asks pulling out his heavy cock. Your legs wrap around him, and pull him closer to you. “Nope. You want this giant cock, you’ve got some explaining to do. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Bucky said that they know,” you whine up at him, and he sees real tears in your eyes. “Ari, I can’t do this anymore,” he pulls your body off the table, making you get on your knees, before he’s shoving his cock into your mouth.

“What was that you were saying, Darling? I didn’t quite catch that,” circling his hands around your head he gives you that devilish smile that always seems to make you weak in the knees. “You bite me, and I’ll make you sit in my lap, my cock in your tight little snatch, while Stevie and daddy take another whore to bed. They won’t even know. But if Bucky keeps his fucking mouth closed, I’ll let him see what a cockslut you are for his Vice President.”

You garble something over him, but he ignores you, “Hollow out those cheeks, I’m about to fuck your throat. Later you can crawl into my room, and I’ll give you a proper fucking. You, my sweet girl, brought this on yourself.”

You do as your told. Relaxing your tongue, and hollowing out your cheeks, and just like he promised, he fucks into your throat. Not caring that you gag over his cock. Just admiring your glossy eyes staring up at him.

Your lungs begin to burn with a lack of oxygen, and you grip tightly to Ari’s ass. He gives you but a moment to gasp for air. Sweet beautiful air rushes into your throat, and you ache for more before he’s slamming back into you.

Watching fondly as salvia makes you a complete mess, dripping down your chin. “I bet that cunt is making a mess isn’t it?”

You feel tears drift down your cheeks, making a mess of your mascara. Hoping that your sloppy self makes Ari take pity on you.

He shoves his boot in between your thighs, and gives you a big smile, “I’m offering you some relief. Rub that pretty pussy on there. Show me how you’re going to fuck me later.”

When you don’t move, Ari pulls his cock out of your mouth, his thick fingers brushing gently over your face, and he coos down at you, “What’s wrong? Daddy knows when you’re lying. I’ll have you tied up spread eagle, and make you beg for my cock. Tell me the truth.”

“I want your cock.”

“You had it. And you’re such a pretty mess for me,” his fingers drift down further, wiping up your dribble, before leaning down. Shoving three fingers into your weeping cunt. “You had my cock.”

“I want it in my pussy.”

“Such a dirty little whore. Go on, fuck my fingers,” you whine out a no, but he doesn’t move. “Fuck. My. Fingers.”

Readjusting yourself to get a better angle, you bounce over his fingers, gripping tightly to his arm. Your body writhing over him, still begging for his cock. “Ari, please, fuck me.”

“You begging because I own this pussy?”

“Uh-huh,” you watch his face narrow, starting to pull his fingers out, “No! Ari owns my pussy.”

“And I can have it whenever I want?”

“Yes, Ari please!”

Lifting you up off the floor, he spins you around, and it’s only then that you realize where you’re standing. “Ari don’t.”

“I want this dripping cunt right now, and I don’t feel like moving,” pushing your front onto the table you whine when he lifts your skirt, spreading your ass cheeks apart to stare at your pussy.

“Ari…”

“My how you changed your tune,” your whining stops as soon as you feel his tip graze over your sensitive hole, your voice now pleading for him just to fuck you. “You’re confused aren’t you, Darling?”

“Yeah, Ari…” cutting your airways off when he stabs into you. Giving you no time to adjust as he thrusts harshly into your cunt. His hand presses firmly on your back, and the way your mouth hangs open, has you drooling on the table.

“Wonder who’s cleaning the chapel of your juices?” your mind is blank, except for the feeling of Ari fucking into you. Using your skirt as handles just to push and pull you on his girth. Splitting you open was not just a saying, he has you so stretched, and at a loss for words every time.

It doesn’t take long for your body to lose control, and he pulls out to watch your pussy gush onto the floor.

Without removing himself, he sits down in the chair. Using your body as his own fuckdoll as he fucks himself. His mouth nips around your neck, issuing open mouth kisses on you, until he sees a darkened area. Laughing at how you’re going to have to explain that away.

Not even caring that you’re sobbing as another orgasm builds up in your body. Your head slack, and waiting on the grand finale.

Letting him use you in such a humiliating and exhilarating way. Feeling his cock twitch deep in your cunt. “Go on, Darling, milk my fat cock.”

Your walls clench around him, but the high still hadn’t reached its peak. “Let go,” he grunts at you. “Let go, and soak my cock,” your body reacts to his words, and you feel a surge of lightning rush to your core. Trying to close your legs tighter together when you feel your juices mixed with Ari’s hot cum leak out.

“Ari…”

“You don’t think Stevie wants to know what a whore his baby sister is?” he pushes you off of him, slamming your front back on the table. “Push it out,” he says softly, rucking your skirt out.

“The sooner you push it out, the sooner you get to clean your mess up. Better hurry before you hear those bikes coming back.”

“Ari,” you sigh, pushing the both his and your arousal out of your abused channel. Ari loves seeing your cunt leak of him. Loves to see how gaping that he makes it.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he moans, slapping up at your pussy, making you yelp.

With a ring of his phone, he shoves two fingers back into your sex, “Yeah?”

“You sound winded? You already find you someone to fuck?” your dad asks his Vice President.

“Of course. Found one that I can’t keep off of me. She’s a pretty little slut,” he presses his thumb up against your clit, and you let out a lewd moan, “Shh,” he answers removing his phone. “I have your father on the phone.”

He brings his phone back to his mouth, listening as the low rumble of the bikes start up, “We’re about ten minutes away. Make sure my daughter has some glasses filled with liquor. Stevie is calling up all the Sweet Butts for some fun.”

“Got it. I’ll make sure she behaves. See you in ten.”

He hangs up the phone before leaning over your body, “Better get this place and yourself cleaned up. Would hate for dear old dad to know what a messy slut you are. My room later tonight.”

“Yes, sir.”

He finally removes his fingers, letting you stand. As soon as you see the mess on his thick digits, you bring them to your mouth, letting your tongue clean them. “Good girl,” he sighs. Stepping away, you see the mess that the two of you made in Steve’s seat.

“Better hurry up. Your dad wants glasses filled. And I’m gonna make sure Bucky finds him something to fuck,” he gives you a confused look when you grimace. “What? Is that why you were acting like a brat? You want Bucky’s cock only for yourself?”

“No,” you answer crossing your arms.

“Just to let you know, I don’t share. And remember who owns this pussy,” he reminds you, cupping your mound. “He can fuck off.”

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[valhallaas]

A Taste of Valhalla

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader

Warning: smut (18+, minors dni) oral, f receiving

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Ghost owes you one, maybe two.

A/N: I wrote this in two hours. I’m so happy with it. I hope you all enjoy it. As always feedback is appreciated!

The mission was a success. Everybody is alive, with few injuries. You got the intel and took the bastard out. So why are you sitting at the back of the house, beer in hand trying your best to seem small? It feels like you're in trouble and you’re trying not to get caught. You haven’t done anything wrong. In fact, if it weren’t for you, Ghost would probably be dead. You hastily take a swig of your beer. The idea of your lieutenant no longer being around made you anxious. It brought up thoughts you’d rather have buried down deep in fear of him ever seeing them.

The guys sit around the coffee table playing poker. Cigar smoke lingers in the air, they're drinking heavier stuff than you. The weight of the day is long gone as is most of the grime. You of course had gotten first dibs on a hot shower. A quick game of rock paper scissors against Soap. He grumbles about you cheating—you don’t. He just picks scissors the first go around every time.

You still feel dirty. Your body aches from laying in the same position for hours. You don’t complain. Picking at the label on the dark bottle, your gaze takes in those around you. Your team. Johnny’s the reason you're even here. He’s talked you up so much you were fairly confident they didn’t believe you were real.

“There she is,” he called when you made your way to them from base. His grin as proud as ever. “Our heavenly savior.”

None of them quite believed him. Not that they said anything to your face. But you heard the murmurs. Your numbers were marked on paper, but you didn’t keep count. It wasn’t anything you lost sleep over. Your job was the shot.

“Valkyrie, y’good back there lass?” Soap calls out, making you blink back to the present.

“M’good, Johnny.”

“Wanna play?”

“Why? Want me to kick your ass?”

The others laugh causing you to smile. Soap gives you the bird before turning back. Another swig of beer down and your shoulders loosen. Shitty beer is finally doing the trick. It seems like a waste though when a heavy gaze lands on you. You’re a deer caught in the headlights. The mood becomes somber when Ghost barks at you to come see him for a debrief.

“Take it like a champ, Val. We’ve all been there.”

“Bite me, Soap.”

The room is silent and it eats at you. You’re waiting for him to say something and he’s waiting for you to break. You know how this goes. Ghost smells like firewood and gunpowder. He’s stripped of all his gear except for his gun that still rests in his thigh holster. The one weapon he never removes. He’s huge, built like a mountain. You can feel the animalistic rage and adrenaline rolling off him.

“You ignored a direct order,” his voice is low and smokey.

“He was wanted dead or alive.” You can’t stop from flinching when he steps forward into your personal space, taking up all the oxygen, your back against the door. “It would be for nothing if we hadn’t gotten that intel.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

He’s angry, and you’re just now realizing you’re locked in a room with him. Your teammates unaware of what’s even going on. You swallow, teeth digging into your lip. He’s holding himself back, you can see it in the way his bare hands curl into tight fists at his sides. He wouldn’t hurt you. Even if he is the scariest man alive and could break you in half within a blink of an eye.

Your breath stutters when his chest brushes against yours. His pelvis is up against your stomach and you can feel him, all of him and you do your best to fight back a whimper. Taking a chance you look up at him from beneath your lashes and his gaze is searing. You’re being burned and scarred from all the stars and galaxies that hide in the depth of his dark eyes. You could get lost trying to chart the constellations.

A gasp cuts through the silence when his thumb pulls your lip free. You blink, mind hazy. How is he doing this? Just his presence is making you feel completely fucked out.

You’re so weak. God, you’re so weak for this man.

Ghost hums, pulling his hand away from you. Like you’re something delicate and he didn’t want to break just yet.

“Heavenly savior,” he repeats Soap’s words from when you joined. His voice is deep, ran through gravel, but something about the words is dripping in honey. “I think I'd like to pray.”

“Wha—“

Seeing Ghost on his knees before you has you whimpering. He doesn’t have to have the mask off for you to know that he’s smirking.

“I haven’t even touched you yet, angel.” The pet name has your head falling back against the door.

“Needy are we?” He questions, hands moving up towards your sweats, thick fingers digging into the waistband. His eyes remain on yours as he pulls the material down. “You may not believe it, but I watch you. Bloody distracting creature you are.”

He runs his clothed nose over your center, taking in a deep breath. His hands tighten on your thighs, as if he’s stopping himself from diving right in. You shudder, squeezing your thighs together only for him to pry them apart.

Your eyes widen when he grabs at the bottom of his mask. He watches you for a quick second before he pulls it up. No farther than his nose, but it’s the most you’ve ever seen of his face. You swallow, breathing shallow, taking him in as his large hand lifts one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. You’re a pathetic pile of putty in his hands. You can’t help but wonder if he knew he could mold you into anything he wanted. He could straight out ruin you and you’d thank him.

His hand trails up your leg, rough calluses catching on your skin. There is no buildup, his finger running through your folds, a hum as he collects it before sticking the digit in his mouth.

“You're soaked, angel. Fuck, you taste sweet. But I bet your cunt is absolutely heavenly, isn’t that right pretty girl?”

“Yes, lieutenant.” It comes out in a sigh.

“Simon.”

You clench around nothing. The forcefulness of his voice. The fact that you had no idea what his first name was. You didn’t like to push, he’s a private man. Everybody has their secrets, and this was going to be yours. Your best kept secret yet.

He gave nothing else before diving in. You moaned, your head falling back against the door again. Only to lift it when he smacks your thigh.

“Valkyrie,” he warns.

You simply nod, biting back your whimper. His tongue is flat as it makes its way through your folds. It’s like he’s done this before. Or at least thought about it. That thought does something to you. Thinking about Ghost having thoughts about face fucking you. Your nails dig into the palms of your hands.

“Simon,” you murmur, hips lifting to roll against his face.

“Angel.” He replies voice thick with amusement. You squirm at the feel of his breath against you. His thumb rolls your clit in circles as his tongue parts your folds. He slips a digit in before replacing it with his tongue.

You grind yourself on his face, barely catching the feel of his mask on his nose. You whisper his name, a chant, a prayer. He holds you open and licks up the seam of your sex, you jerk, knee barely grazing his cheek.

“Easy, now angel.”

He strokes and teases your pussy. Switching off between his thick fingers and his tongue. He has you quivering, your lip bitten raw from how hard you're trying to not draw too much attention. The sounds of her clenching around his fingers, his tongue are obscene and he fucking loves it.

You feel like you’re out at sea. Every crashing wave grows higher and higher building a tsunami that can’t be stopped. You move with every flick of his tongue. Heel digging into his shoulder when he sucks your clit into his warm mouth. It almost sends you over.

“You taste fucking divine. Will I find god between these legs?”

You can’t help but laugh. “The only god buried between my legs is you.”

You’re on the edge. Just a push. A simple push and—you bite back a sob, tears pricking at your eyes as he draws figure eights with his tongue. The perfect pressure and you're flying.

“Oh my god,”

Simon groans against you, feeling your release. You clench tightly on his tongue as he fucks it into you, wanting to take everything you’ve got to give. He keeps up his pace, helping you ride it out. As your hips slow down he replaces his tongue with his fingers, his mouth going back to your sensitive nub.

“No, no. It’s too much.”

“Come on, be a good girl. I know you’ve got another one for me.”

It should embarrass you that he’s picked up on it. A chronic people pleaser, you bask in praise. His praise is far and between. Hardly given to anyone and it shoots straight to your core. You’re desperate, small whimpers falling from your lips, your cunt pulsing and aching. It’s all burning heat before it melts into pleasure.

You're dripping down your thighs. You know it’s all over his face. He catches your eye when he pulls away, a grin tilting his full lips. A gift just for you. He’s shining with your release. Leaning forward he catches you by surprise and kisses you. Thrusting his tongue into your mouth, you moan at the taste of yourself. As quickly as it started it’s over.

He swiftly stood, pulling your pants back up. You watch him in a heady daze as he fixes his mask. Eyes trailing down you catch sight of the bulge in his pants. His thumb and pointer finger hooks onto your chin.

“Next time, angel.”

You move, a content smile on your face. Next time?

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My Little Hybrid Family_Part 10

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“Thank you for doing this on a short notice, Mr. Crewel.” 

“That’s quite enough of that, young pup!” Divus Crewel answered, smacking the baton in his hand once. 

Divus Crewel was a rarity in the lawyer world. Not just because of his almost 90% success rate in dealing with hybrid cases but also his demeanor. It seemed not much rattled him as he was calm and collected and almost cold. But you knew better as you had seen the rare warmth he could display. You felt it during your grief cycle. 

You had known him for some years, as he was one of several lawyers that your parents had used. After they died, Mr. Crewel was the only one that continued to check up on you telling you if you ever needed anything to give him a call. He was was also friends with Mr. Sam, the later often speaking of you warmly. Especially given your more than humane treatment of hybrids. 

You thought he only wore half black and half white dress suit because you’d never seen him wear anything else. His fur coat was thrown over the back of his seat as he stood over his desking eyeing the myriad of papers over his desk as he absently striked his baton in his glove hands. He even brought his baton into the court room. How he managed that, you never could figure out. 

You smiled once. 

Divus Crewel looked up at you, “So here we have a case of wanting to transfer ownship although the technically previous owner does not. It’s sketchy at best because it deals with the will of a hybrid which the law does not acknowledge.” 

“I’m aware.” 

His dark eyes, framed by smokey mascara, shifted to Azul who stood in the corner of the room. 

“I see that this Leona did not even want to come and speak his piece.” 

“He’s…stubborn.” you sighed. 

“Tell me, Azul, was it, do you like living with Y/N L/N?” he asked abruptly. 

Azul blinked at the shift in conversation. Why was this lawyer asking him? As human owners went around to deal with their day to day life, they could usually have one hybrid come with them. 

In a rare show of fashion, Jamil allowed Azul to tag along. 

“He is the second most competent out of all of us and honestly, he would probably understand and appreciate these kinds of things more than I.” Jamil had confided in you, “Aren’t these lawyers a kind of business dealing?” 

Azul had expressed an interest in learning more about the law regarding hybrids. He had looked over the papers that Margaret L. Thompson had presented several times and had begun his own research into the matter. 

There were three branches of hybrids, prize, domestic or strays. Strays were the lowest rung. You could find many either on the streets, in run down shelters or frankly dead. Hybrid Services were responsible for keeping hybrids off the streets so if they weren’t shot on sight they were dumped into shelters. Shelters that were little more than a prison. 

Many strays that managed not to get shot on sight and were in shelters would, especially the more rare kind, would dream of becoming domestic hybrids. These hybrids were hired for some kind of skill, whether something basic like cooking or a more personalize skill. 

And lastly, there were prized hybrids. These were the most sought after. While domestic hybrids could be brought by middle class people, prized hybrids were firmly a rich person’s playground. The underground black market were ones that sought to find rare prizes to sell to the highest bidder. 

Although it may not look like it, Falena was born to parents of the domestic hybrid class that quickly rose to being trained as a prize hybrid.  By the time, Leona was born, he was taken to being trained as a prize hybrid on account of the success with his brother. But even the facility they were at, all gushed over their prize in Falena and lamented that the only thing that Leona had going was his face and body as he grew. Leona didn’t do as well with the training and eventually began to lash out. That landed him in a lot of trouble, that had Falena begging him to stop before he gets put down. But by then Leona just stopped caring and stopped trying. 

But while Hybrid Services were a determinant to hybrids, there were those like Divus Crewel and Mr. Sam that worked quietly in the background for a better life for hybrids. 

Azul cleared his thought as he gathered his thoughts, pushing his glasses up his nose, “I will admit, that our standard of living has risen since becoming owned by Ms. L/N. Something I never dreamed possible. If it’s not too forward of me, I would think that Leona surmises the same thing, but alas, he feels too shy to admit such.” 

Divus let out a small smirk, “Shy, huh?” 

You snorted. You didn’t think it was shyness but whatever… 

Divus Crewel schooled his face into business again, “We could make a case, but a case would be sketchy without touching on a hybrid’s will. If it went in front of a jury, you would lose, so we want to avoid that. I will be frank with you, Ms. L/N, how badly do you want to own this pup?” 

“I want him.” you replied firmly. 

“Then, I would suggest, playing the rich one’s game. It’s quicker and from the story I would surmise, massage her ego and she’ll be putty in your hands.” 

Azul blinked. He had no idea what was running through the lawyer’s mind but from the evil smirk he was glad to not be in his line of fire. 

— — —

Which was why a week later, in a room, in the courthouse, you were sitting next to Divus Crewel across from Maragert L. Thompson and her lawyer. In the room, down the hall, all of your hybrids were waiting with a police inside to monitor. 

“Uncle Leona!!!” A young hybrid flung himself at Leona who was sitting on a couch, “I missed you!! I thought you had died! Why did you leave me?!”  

Leona heaved a heavy sigh out of his nose. He could hear the snickers of the twins who dared to laugh. 

“Oh, my....” Azul murmured. 

“Aww, how cute!! What’s your name? I’m Kalim!” 

Cheka settled himself on Leona’s lap and waved, “I’m Cheka!!” 

“Forgive my son. He’s been in dire straights since Leona’s disappearance.” Falena spoke, taking an empty seat in the room. 

Azul pushed up his glasses, “Clearly.” 

Though it didn’t look like it, as now Cheka was busy chatting a mile a minute on everything that had happened since Leona had been gone, Azul wasn’t sure, but Leona might have been sleep with his eyes open. He certainly looked, zoned out. 

“Cheka, let your uncle speak a moment, will you?” 

Cheka hugged Leona, but quieted down. 

“Leona, are you sure this is what you want?” Falena asked. 

Leona growled, “Why are you asking me stupid questions?” 

“I’m just confused as to what has made you so unhappy! Compared to many hybrids, we were well off!” 

“Sure, as long as we did everything we were told. Be whatever they want.” 

“That is our service.” 

“What difference does it make? Your Lady has you, your wife and this brat! What do we need me for?” 

“You are family, Leona! I love you! Why is that so difficult to understand! Cheka adores you!!” 

“Uncle is the best uncle in the world!!”  Cheka cried, beginning to climb over Leona to hold him from his back. 

“The bestest?” Floyd goaded. 

Cheka shook his head as he stood on Leona’s should and lean on his head, flattening his ears, “No one can beat Uncle Leona!” 

Leona sighed and picked Cheka off his head before sitting him down on the floor. He pointed at Kalim, “Go play with him over there. Grown folk need to talk.” 

Kalim took the hint and stood, “Come on! You can tell me all about Leona! He’s our friend, so we want to know more about him!” 

Leona twitched. Maybe he shouldn’t leave that motormouth with Kalim. 

Floyd grinned, “I think that will be more interesting than this grown folk conversation.” 

Was adding Floyd to the mix any better? 

Once Cheka was out of earshot, Leona growled at Falena, “Did you forget that Lady as the one that gave you your wife?” 

Jamil, Jade and Azul all looked surprised at this. 

Leona growled, “You couldn’t even choose the one you wanted to mate with. That human chose as if you were little more than a dog. Pick some pretty thing and throw you together and hope you make something good!” 

Falena nodded and spoke steadily, “I’m aware, but I love her. It know it may not be for all prize hybrids that have their mate chose for them but I love mine.” 

Azul asked carefully, “So is it just prize hybrids that this happen to?” 

Falena nodded, “Yes, owners of prize hybrids will not allow them to mate with just anyone and often picks someone for them. My Lady picked my mate for me.” 

Leona growled, “I won’t let her do so for me! I don’t want some sickening little chick thrown at me as if she is little more than ingredients for what they hope is a good stew in the making!” 

“How apt.” murmured Jamil. 

“Wait, did she pick someone out for you?” asked Jade. 

Falena’s eyes widen, “Is that why you ran away?” 

Leona shot to his feet with a glare, “I’m not going back there. Whether I stay here or not, I promise you, I’m not going back there. I’d rather rot in the streets with the pride that I have. It’s not to be sold to the highest bidder.” 

Falena nodded carefully, “I suppose we see the situation differently but you are still family. We still love you.” 

“If you say so…” 

— — —

Divus Crewel spoke as he stood across from Mrs. Thompson’s lawyer, “My client wants it to known that she did not willfully steal your hybrid. She found him, bleeding out and from the goodness of her heart, took care of him. Afterwards she tried to look up if he was owned by anyone but there was no record, so she registered him as her own. Mrs. L/N took all the proper procedures for this.” 

Mrs. Thompson’s lawyer gave a delicate sniff, “Did she now? I know that hybrids can slip thought the cracks, but prize hybrids have so much paperwork. Are you telling me that none of is showed up?” 

“None my client’s problem. Your former hybrid, had his chip removed, even at the expense of his own life. That paperwork then became quite hard to follow up on.” 

“Be that as is may, we know that Leona Kingscholar is owned by my client and therefore rights revert to her.” 

Divus Crewel slapped the baton into his hands, “Great, you want to pay damages for all that my clients has done for your client’s hybrid?” He didn’t even look at the paper that he tossed to the lawyer, “That’s our asking price. Calculated from the X months he has been with Mrs. L/N.” 

The lawyer showed Mrs. Thompson who waved a hand before boring holes back into you. You bore them right back. 

The lawyer sniffed, “A pittance. Chump change compared to what Leona will sow.” 

“Really? How’s that working for you?” Divus asked shrewdly, “He seems to have cost you more money to find him. Not to mention…hold, on I want to get this verbatim…” he picked up a sheet of paper, “...he is and I quote, “wasted golden egg.”  That is what your client said, correct?” 

The prior week, with your permission of course, Divus Crewel had crashed into your house to talk to Leona. Crash, I say because he was determined to speak with Leona no matter what. 

“Just leave the young whelp to me, young pup.” He spoke after you voice your concern for Leona, “I have dealt with many hybrids like him. They are angry at the system, and what they feel is more hopelessness than pure rage. I will get him to talk.” 

How Divus Crewel managed to do it, you didn’t know and didn’t ask. You and the other hybrids just made sure to clear out for him. 

Margaret L. Thompson snorted once. 

The lawyer spoke, “Leona is potential going to waste. As per the law, the client is allowed to pick a mate for her prized hybrids. This is to ensure a better potential down the line. She has had success in the form of Cheka.”

Divus Crewel waved his hand, “Irrelevant. We are discussing Leona. What makes you think if you get him back that this golden egg would be capable of laying more golden eggs? He might just cost you more money! He ran away once, what makes you think he won’t run away again?  

“Then I’ll get him back!!” Mrs. Thompson snapped.

“Silence!!” Her lawyer cried. 

“And waste even more money? You have put both hybrid brothers into lessons on etiquette, and dance and all things in between. You have entered them in prize hybrid competions. Falena Kingscholar has won numerous rewards and his son, has just won the junior reward. Leona has won a few second place prizes, but often failed at the finer points these competitions are based on. But in these last few years, you were force to withdraw him because he would disappear the day of the event. So I ask, what is the benefit to you here?” 

“Hybrids are owned by the one that owns them. My client don't have to sit here and listen to you…” 

Divus Crewel whipped out a check and held it up to the lawyer whose eyes widen, “My client is willing to wipe your slate clean provided that you give this “wasted golden egg” to her. She’s even willing to pay for him.” 

He moved the check to Maragart L. Thompson’s line of sight. She gave herself away by shooting to her seat and snatching the cheek. You made sure not to smirk. 

“I’m sure that will cover your expenses, hm?” Divus Crewel smirked. 

— — —

Cheka had tired himself and was napping in Leona’s arms. 

“It's been hours.” Jamil remarked. 

“These proceedings can take quite a bit of time.” Azul remarked. 

The door opened, both you and Maragear L. Thompson entered. 

Falena shot to his feet, “How did it go, my Lady?” 

Mrs. Thompson had a big smile on her face, “Get the little one and let’s go!” 

Everyone was confused. Did this mean you lost the case? With carefully looks at you, you were smirking, quite satisfied. Even Leona blinked. Exactly what was going on? Cheka chose this moment to wake up. 

“Come little one. We are leaving.” Falena spoke with no small amount of confusion. 

“Wa, isn’t uncle coming with us?” Cheka asked. 

“Why would he? Let’s go!”  Mrs. Thompson snapped. 

“Give the young one a moment! The least you can do is give him three minutes to say goodbye.” You snapped. 

Tears started welling in Cheka’s eyes as he tightened his hold on Leona. 

“Wait, you won?” Azul asked. 

“Yea, I knew it!!” Kalim cried. 

“B-b-b-but…” Cheka stammered. 

“What did I tell you about stammering!” Leona’s former owner snapped. 

You sent her a withering glare before making your way to Cheka. He watched from Leona’s arms as you kneeled down with a smile, “You can still see him again. With your Lady’s permission, you and your father can visit Leona whenever you like.” 

“Really?!!” Cheka cried, tears receding as Leona rolled his eyes. 

You nodded, “Of course!” 

“Okay!!” Cheka jumped down from Leona before turning to you and straightening, “Thank you, Ms. for your kindness.” He reached down and picked up your hand before kissing the back of his, “I app-ciate it.” 

“Appreciate it…” Falena corrected gently. 

“Ap-ppre-ciate it…”Cheka corrected. 

“So cute! Give me a hug!!” You opened your arm and Cheka flung himself at you. 

“Are we done now?” Mrs. Thompson asked. 

You and Cheka pulled back as you stood, “Yes. The paperwork is expected to be final by tomorrow. Have a good day, Mrs. Thompson.” 

Cheka thanked the room and waved goodbye to Leona who just grunted and threw up a hand as a sorry excuse of a wave. 

“Thank you, Mrs. L/N.” Falena spoke quietly. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of your brother.” 

He smiled, “You already do.” 

And with that they left. 

“So it’s officially then. You are Leona’s owner, right?” asked Jade. 

You nodded as Kalim threw his arms around yours, hugging it, “I knew you could do it Mistress!” 

“So, we stuck with this Sea Lion then?” Floyd cackled.

You smiled wickedly at Leona, “I guess so. Here catch!” 

Leona glared but caught the box easily. After he opened it, he rolled is eyes at the hybrid pendent with a yellow gem. 

“This is the part where you show some gratitude.” growled Jamil. 

“This is also the part where you leave me alone.” Leona snarked back, looking at the pendent. 

After a moment, he took it out of the box and put it on. When he looked up, everyone was looking at him shocked. He snorted and rolled his eyes as he stood, “Let’s go. It’s stuffy in here, and I’m missing my afternoon nap.” 

Leona had never willingly worn the pendent, the few times he was required to go out. 

Never. 

Part 11

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The Vampire of Camden Town - Alfie Solomons PART I

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Part II

Warnings: Talk of Blood Drinking and Sex

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It happened right after the war, on my way back to London town. A bullet wound I got from the Jerries had become infected and I was on me deathbed, about to shake hands with God himself. But then she came to me. A goddess from ancient times crept into my room to whisper sweet words and drink my blood. She asked me if I wanted to live forever and I told her fuck yes. Get me the fuck out of this bed, ‘cause I’ve got plans, big plans. 

And now here I am, a hundred fucking years later, still making plans. I own most of Camden Town now. You can’t throw a rock without it landing on a piece of property I own. My name’s a fuckin’ brand. Solomons’ Flats, Solomons’ Agency, Solomons’ Bakery, Solomons’ Rum, etc. I tell people I’m Alfie Solomons’ great grandson. Yeah I know, striking resemblance to the old bulldog. 

I have everything. Power, wealth and fame. But it gets lonely, you know? And I’ve got my eye on this woman. She ain’t from Camden, no. She’s imported from across the pond, an American. And although I do love my London ladies, this Yankee princess is special. I’ve seen her around, stirring up all kinds of trouble. She reminds me of gunpowder. Looks innocent enough, but if you don’t handle it carefully, it will blow everything to pieces. And fuckin’ hell, I want that. I want her to upheave my life, turn it fuckin’ inside out and set it all on fire. I want to feel something, mate. After being alive for over a century, you become numb. Empty inside, as it were. 

Tonight is Halloween and I’ll be doing what my kind does best, hunting. I think it’s time she finally met ol’ Alfie Solomons, The Vampire of Camden Town. 

— o — o —

Inside the club the DJ played loud EDM, the bass blasting out over the dance floor. Young people from all over London gyrate their bodies to the hypnotic beat, drunk on life, alcohol and drugs. Alfie moved silently in the shadows, seen but unseen. If he had wanted anyone to notice him completely, he would have fucking allowed it. And if he had allowed it, they’d see a very handsome man with a well groomed beard, wearing a stylish three piece suit and an expensive peacoat. He was not fond of clubs, not like these anyway. In his day, clubs were classy and played good music. The noise bothered him, but he wasn’t there for entertainment, he was there for her. 

Her name was Beatrix Laveau and she was dancing carefree on the dance floor. She was wearing an alluring witchy outfit that evening. A tight black laced bodice, a short black skirt with thigh high fishnet stockings and black stiletto heels. She had made her eyes smokey and her lips black for that Halloween’s evening out. As she danced, she bent over arching her back and then returned upright. Alfie swallowed hard, as he had seen her shapely bottom and the thin black lace panties that barely covered her skin. 

He emitted a deep growl from his chest and his eyes slowly burned with the hellfire. Suddenly, Beatrix paused in her dancing and looked around. She could feel her skin prickle with goose flesh and she touched the back of her neck to feel hair standing on end. She glanced around the club, wondering who was staring at her, but she saw no one. Narrowing her eyes into the crowd, she flipped her hair over her shoulders in annoyance. 

“Clever little miss. You feel me don’t you, pet?” Alfie whispered from the shadows. 

Her paranoia was justified when she felt someone’s hand ride up under her skirt, giving one of her firm cheeks a good squeeze. She turned around immediately and pushed away a young man wearing a werewolf costume. 

“Oh, real nice, jerk!” she snapped and stormed off the dance floor. 

“Dollin’ yourself up, but don’t let the boys touch? Good girl,” Alfie said under his breath. 

Beatrix was done with the club. She had only gone because her cousins had insisted. She had wanted to perform a wiccan ritual, as she and her family were witches. But her cousins had told her it was old fashioned and that she should go out and have a little fun. She was bitterly regretting her decision as she grabbed her purse and coat and headed out the back exit. 

What she didn’t know was that the man in the werewolf costume had watched her leave and he had followed her. And, unfortunately for the werewolf, he didn’t know that Alfie’s red eyes had followed him out the door. 

“Tosser. I’ll fuckin’ make you a late night snack,” he said, blending back into the shadows.

Beatrix walked quickly down the alley, wrapping her coat tightly around her body. A bitter autumn wind rushed down the alley, pushing up the dry leaves and causing a loud rustling that blocked out the sound of the young man approaching from behind. He grabbed her arm and pushed her up against the alley wall. 

“You weren’t being very nice back there. Maybe this will convince you to spread those gorgeous legs of yours,” the man said, pulling out a switchblade. 

Beatrix closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the pain to come. Suddenly, the man was yanked backwards into the darkened alley. She opened her eyes to see a darkness, nothing like anything she had ever seen. It was an abyss, a swirling endless void that consumed all light and all life. And from that darkness came the screams of the man. Blood curdling screams, screams of horror and despair making Beatrix tremble with fear. She wanted to move, she wanted to run., but she was frozen to the wall. 

Finally, she got herself moving and ran. But her heels hindered her from moving quickly and just before she exited the alleyway, she fell. Bracing herself for impact on the cold, hard ground, she found herself in the arms of a man. She opened her eyes and saw a bearded man with deep calming blue eyes. 

“You alright there, luv? Looks like you had a bit of a tumble,” he said. 

His voice was soft and gentle, he was also very handsome. He held her close, in a comforting way. But he was a stranger and she was still terrified from the screaming. Her dainty hand lashed out and slapped him across the face. 

“Blimey,” Alfie said, releasing his hold on her. 

She sank down to the cold ground of the alleyway and shouted up at him. 

“Who the fuck are you? Don’t touch me!” 

Alfie raised a hand to his face, the heat she had left on his cheek felt fabulous. He could hear her blood coursing through her veins, pumping hard from terror and now rage. He knew she’d be absolutely delicious when the time came to drink her blood. He pulled the fabric of his pants near his knees upward and squatted down to her eye level.  

“Name’s Alfie Solomons, luv,” he said. 

“Solomons…as in the name that’s plastered every fucking where in Camden Town?” she asked. 

“Yeah, one and the same,” he said. 

“Oh, nice try creep. I’m not going to fall for that!” she said, glaring at him. 

He shrugged, took out his wallet from his back pocket and removed his I.D. He handed it to her and she snatched it away. Her green eyes scanned over the card and she handed it back to him. 

“There’s nothing on there that explains why you are lurking around in an alleyway,” she said. 

“You’re gonna catch your death sitting on that cold ground,” he said, ignoring her question and returning his I.D. to his wallet. 

She attempted to get up on her own, but with the heels she was having difficulty. He bent down and took her arm, pulling her up with ease. Once she was rebalanced on her heels she slapped him away. 

“Alright, alright, put your claws away, kitten,” he said, letting her go and casting his hands upwards to show he meant no harm. 

“I’m leaving. Something’s back there, it just killed a man. I’m not sticking around to find out what it is,” she said, brushing past him and onto the sidewalk. 

He strolled alongside her, putting his hands in his pockets.

“You don’t need to worry about all that. That wanker had it comin’,” Alfie said, casually. 

She turned and looked at him, her eyes wide with horror. 

“You did that?” she gasped. 

“I did. He was a twat, wasn’t he? He tasted like shite,” Alfie said. 

He looked over to see her running away from him. He smiled, watching her hips wiggle as she hauled ass. He was impressed by how quickly she could run in heels. He used his vampire magic to shift through dimensions and waited for her on the other side of the building.

Beatrix cleared the corner, looking back in hopes she had lost him. Relieved she didn’t see him anymore she turned back around and screamed. There he was, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. 

“What’s your hurry, luv? Night’s still young, innit?” he said.

“Stay away from me! I know what you are!” she said, backing away slowly. 

“I know and I know what you are, luv. Look, I just wanna talk,” he said, walking toward her. 

“You…you stay away! I know magic, I can hurt vampires,” she said, but she didn’t sound convincing. 

“I bet you do, luv. Why don’t you calm down, yeah? Come back to my flat, have a drink and talk?” he said, proceeding towards her.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” she said, edging away.

Alfie nodded sympathetically. “Course not. But you’re a good girl, ain’t you though? You’ll listen to Alfie, won’t you, luv?”

She slowly blinked and she began to look sleepy. 

“You look cold. Let’s just go back to me flat, yeah?” 

Alfie paused for a moment, hoping that his mesmerism had worked. He was worried because she was a witch and he was unsure if it would work. 

“Yeah, I feel cold. That sounds fine,” she said, dreamily. 

He sighed with relief and took out his phone to dial his chauffeur. Within the hour they were back at his flat, sitting on his sofa. He had made her some tea and when he returned, he snapped his fingers, bringing her back to reality. She gasped as she came out of the trance and looked around the room in a panic. 

“Oh my god, where am I!” she shrieked and stood up. 

“You’re safe, just sit down,” he said, placing the tea to the side. He stood up and tried to guide her back to the sofa. 

“No!” she said, and started to slap at him. 

He liked how feisty she was being. Her fury was starting to get him randy. He had a sudden impulse to turn her around, yank down her panties and spread her legs apart. He wanted to skim his fingers over her quivering cunt, slip them inside and get her gushing wet, then spread her over his massive cock. He knew she’d be a vocal little creature, moaning sinfully as he pounded her into submission. 

He closed his eyes and focused all his will power on controlling himself. Once he felt the feeling dissipate, he returned his focus on Beatrix wailing her tiny fists against his chest. 

“Alright, poppet, here we go,” he said, grabbing her by the throat and shoving her down to the floor. 

“Get off me!” she screamed and beat at him harder. 

Alfie straddled her and held her throat. He didn’t squeeze, he simply held her against the floor with his body weight. As she struggled, he looked off into the distance, thinking about what he needed to do the next night. Meanwhile she kicked, slapped and cursed him.

“That’s right, luv. Get it all out of your system,” he said, nodding. 

Several moments later, he could sense her strength was tapering and her struggling becoming weaker. And then finally she stopped altogether. He felt her breathe heavily as she caught her breath.

“Fine, what do you want?” she finally said. 

“Good, I knew you’d change your mind,” he said, getting up and pulling her with him. 

She took a seat on the couch and he handed the tea he had set down earlier. Beatrix took the tea and frowned at it. 

“I'm so not drinking this,” she said. 

“Bloody hell woman. Fine, don’t drink it then,” he said. 

He watched as she looked down at the tea again, then looked at him. 

“Don’t you bloody dare,” he said, but it was too late. 

She splashed the lukewarm tea in his face and bolted for the door. Alfie sat there just for a moment and shook his head. He’d get her to settle down if it was the last thing he did. He stood up and transported himself to the front door, blocking her from opening it. 

“Let me go!” she whined. 

He grabbed her arm and dragged her back to the sofa, firmly placing her back on it. 

“Shut your pretty mouth and listen,” he said, sternly. 

She stared at him, seemingly affected by his command. 

“Your name’s Beatrix Laveau, innit? He asked. 

She nodded slowly. 

“And you're descended from Marie Laveau, the great Vodoun priestess of New Orleans?” he asked. 

“Yes. Now, just tell me what you want already!” she said, getting annoyed.

“I want to drink your blood,” he said. 

To be continued, second part in the works!

[chorusofkhonshu]

The Lady's powers and the Halfway Point

So while listening to the final episode again, for like the hundredth time it finally clicked. Since the 3rd episode where the Ferryman uttered the words "Two flows from one, and here, is made whole again". A part of her in Nowhere and the rest of her in the original world. As the episodes go on she's becoming more and more aware of being in the Halfway Point, dreams starting in a dark place before the actual location reveals itself. I don't actually think Noone was ever actually "in" Nowhere, I think maybe she's just been in the Halfway Point this entire time. It's the only reason I can think up for the dreams being manipulated slight, as I referenced in my previous post.

I'll stop myself before I go off on a tangent, but ultimately by the end Noone is fully aware in the Halfway Point after going there mid dream. The black mist all around her that she describes as "only the mist spreading its fingers so that I can see myself, as if rebuilding me piece by piece" then also near the end "smokey fingers are mixing with the blinking eyes and the moon is opening up, swirling all around. I feel like me again." Then the words that Noone speaks from then on all have an echo almost, not really a echo, but like two of her are speaking. She was split up, from 1 to 2, and now 2 back into one but this time on the other side, all fixed. Now onto Six. You all know the story. At the end of LN 2, Six was split into two basically by the Thin Man, giving way to Shadow Six, leading to her hunger, which led her to the Maw and then the Lady, ultimately leading to her gaining the Lady's power and fixing herself. A black mist swirling around her as she is finally fixed. Basically up until this point no one has really ever known the origin of the Lady's power that seems to jump from successor to successor. What if it originates from the Halfway Point? What if specific kids that see the Ferryman are Lady candidates with power hiding inside of them until they become the next Lady, to not arouse suspicion from other entities in Nowhere. "Why is it still here? That Darkness? That's the secret, it hides in this place, my body knew all along." And with each succession that power is stacking (like MHA One for All). Each Lady having been to the Halfway Point and the Eyes in the void liking what they see, and Six is the culmination of that growing power. This is of course all conjecture and what if, but if true, that power could do so much more than what we've seen Six do with it. She had no trouble making her way out of the Maw. That power fixed her, it could probably fix others. Maybe even Mono, but that is me being overly optimistic. I used to see a lot of polls of who would win. Thin Man versus Lady or Mono versus Six. For the most part the Lady's powers have always been seen as magic, and I'm sorry to say that is just not going to cut it when up against powers like the Thin Man that bend time and space, the very rules of its world. But now? If the Lady's powers do originate from the Halfway Point, a place outside the rules of Nowhere, which would mean it might not even follow the fundamental rules of Nowhere, a power that might even be stacking and growing. Yeah that defiantly sounds like something that could go against the Transmission. Of course, that's only if, every time Mono defeats the Thin Man, his own static remains stack with Mono's, could be. I don't know. The Transmission might not even be a power that can grow, it could be the type where its stats are super high but there will be no growth, I do have an idea for how it could grow its control, notice i said control and not power, but thats for next post.

[dailyjimmybuffett]

God's Own Drunk

Well, like I explained to you all before I ain't no drinking man I tried it once and it got me highly irregular And I swore I'd never do it again But I promised my brother in-law that I'd go up and watch his still While he went in to town to vote It was right up on the mountain Where the map said it would be Friends, let me tell you one thing Though it wasn't no ordinary still It stood up on that mountainside Like a hugh golden opal

God's yeller moon shining on the cool clear evening God's little lanterns twinkling on and off in the heavens Like I explained to you once before, I ain't no drinking' man But temptation got the best of me And I took a slash That yella whiskey running down my throat Like honey dew vine water

And I took another slash Took another 'n another 'n another 'n For you knew I'd downed one whole jug of that shit And commenced to getting hot flashes Goose pimples was running up and down my body And a feeling came over me Like something I'd never experienced before It was like, like I was in love In love for the first time, with anything that moved Animate, inanimate it didn't matter It's like there's a great neon sign flashing on n off in my brain saying "Jimmy Buffett, there's a great day a coming!" 'Cause I was drunk I wasn't knee crawling, slip sliding, Reggie Youngin Commode hugging drunk

I was God's own drunk and a fearless man And that's when I first saw the bear He was a Kodiak-looking fella 'bout nineteen-feet tall He rambled up over the hill Expecting me to do one of two things Flip or fly, I didn't do either one It hung him up

He started sniffing around my body trying to smell fear But he ain't gonna smell no fear 'Cause I'm God's own drunk and a fearless man It hung him up He looked right in my eyes, and my eyes Was a lot redder than his was It hung him up

So I approached him, I said, "Mr. Bear I love every hair on your twenty-seven acre body I know you got a lot a friends over there On the other side of the hill There's ole Rare Bear, Tall Bear, Freddy Bear, Kelly Bear Really Bear, Smelly the Bear, Smokey the Bear, Pokey the Bear I want you to go back over there tonight And tell them I'm feeling right You tell them I love each and everyone of them Like a brother and a sister. But if they give me any trouble tonight I'm gonna run every goddamn one of them off the hill!"

He took two steps backwards and didn't know what to think Neither did I but being charitable and cautious Well hell, I approached him again I said, "Mr. Bear, you know in the eyes of the Lord We're both beasts when it comes right down to it"

"So I want you to be my buddy, Buddy Bear" So I took ole Buddy Bear by his island size paw And I led him over to the still He's a sniffing around that thing 'Cause he's smelling something good I gave him one of them jugs of honey dew vine water He downed it up right Looked like one of them damn bears in the circus

Sipping sarsaparilla in the moonlight I gave him another 'n another 'n another 'n For I knew it he downed eight of them And commenced to doing the bear dance Two snips, a snort, a fly turn, and a grunt It was so simple, like the jitter bug It plum evaded me

We worked ourselves into a tumultuous uproar And I was awful tired and went over to the hillside And I laid down and went to sleep Slept for four hours and dreamt me some tremulous dreams When I woke up, there was God's yeller moon Shining on the clear cool evening

God's little lanterns twinkling on and off in the heavens My buddy the bear was a-missing Want to know something else friends and neighbors? So was that still