#anytime he opens his mouth i just go ’Kys now!!!’

[cuntstable]

wow they were not kidding characters that you disliked in the manga will be 100 times worse when animated and voiced because you can no longer skim through their shit. uh oh

[beauty-of-depravation]

What are your thoughts on Bucky fucking you against a window teasing you with thoughts of making the team watch as he fucks you? Or about Hotch fingering you under the table in the jet as the team brainstorms ideas about an unsub?

Thanks for your request! 💜💜 I do have a lot of thoughts about that aha ...! Hope you like it!

Warnings : +18 penetrative sex, fingering, dirty talk, exhibitionism kink.

Bucky Barnes fucking you against a window.

When you and Bucky first started dating, you thought "what a sweet man, who will make sweet love to me"

And he did. The first times anyway. 

You cherished him like he deserved it. You thought, that, was what he needed. For someone to give him what he didn't get from life. A sweet girl to open her arms for him, accept him and love him unconditionally. And you gave it your all.

And he did love all of that. Loved the way you'd wrap you arms around his neck while he slowly slid inside of you, passionately kissing him. Loved the way you smiled at him. He loved the way you'd let him open up about his past without making him feel miserable or worthless. Those were all things he loved about being with you, about you.

But, intercourse after intercourse, some things gave him away. He started by whispering "you are such a good girl for me, aren't you ?"And you felt your heart flutter, replying with a breathy "Yes, only for you." 

And it only got dirtier from there. 

Did you know your man was sick? No. Not like that anyway. 

Did you absolutely love every bit of it? Yes.

" Who makes you feel this good ?"

"Who's Fucking you this good?"

"Who owns this pussy?" 

"Who do you belong to?" 

What he craved, was to claim you as his. What he needed was for everyone to know that This princess is Bucky Barnes's princess. Back off.

Did a guy get his nose broken for being touchy with you? Well, yeah.

And you talked about it. You understood that Bucky had a hard past. He had lost many people and even lost himself. You understood that he was terrified by the thought of loosing you. You explained to him that he had NOTHING to worry about. You were his. And he will have to trust you. 

And he did. Deeply. 

So, whenever someone was to close to you for his liking, he kept his jealousy under control. Let you deal with it, unless you needed or asked for his help. 

Well. That's when you were in public. 

In private...you were glad to give him all freedom to claim you. Anytime he'd feel like reminding you who you belonged to. Anytime he'd feel like you'd look prettier with marks to show and remind everyone and anyone that this princess is getting fucked by Bucky fucking Barnes, back the fuck off. 

Did you blush and smile when he hung his dog tags around your neck? Yes, James Buchanan Barnes property.

 Did you cover up the hickeys? Nope.

 Did you mention his name as much as possible in a sentence? Fuck yeah. 

Did he adore you for it? He sure did. 

**********

"Getting out of the room in those tight little pyjamas," he grunts in your ear, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. 

"I wasn't going to dress up just to get a glass of water," you laugh, as you finish what you were doing by the kitchen counter.

"They all looked you know? Stevie, Nat, Tony, all of them" 

" And they were all jealous of you" you add playfully.

You hear and feel him chuckle in the crook of your neck. "You bet they were. But ...how do you expect me to do nothing when you show up looking like that...?" 

"Well we are alone right now...I never said you couldn't do anything about it..."

"Oh?" this was getting interesting, his tone got deeper,"do you think you might forget who's the only one who can see you like that?" 

"Well ... maybe a little friendly reminder never hurts ...even though I have a really good memory. And since we are alone, you could make me..." you have a hard time breathing as he is leaving wet kisses all over the side of your neck "make me... scream your name as much as you like..." You finish, pushing pushing your hips back, as he smiles and starts sucking the thing skin under your ear.

What did you expect? A fast rough fuck, few spanks and pet names here and there? 

It doesn't matter. What you didn't expect, was to find yourself bent over the table, two of Bucky's flesh fingers deep in your pussy, fingering you at a bullying fast pace, as his vibranium hand firm grip kept you head pressed to the table where everyone was sitting few minutes ago.

"Buc...ky..oh... please!"

 "What are you begging for, love ?"

 "The .... bedroom" 

"the bedroom? I don't think so doll. It wasn't a problem for you to get out of the room half-naked, I don't see why you, getting what you deserve for it, where you, fucking deserve it should be a problem" "oh look at you! Such a dirty girl, clenching when I said that, your legs are shaking love,  wanna cum? Yeah? Wanna cum in the middle of the kitchen? Since you are so shameless, maybe you want me to make you squirt on the kitchen floor? Yeah? Maybe next time they could sit here and watch you getting fucked. watch me eat this pretty pussy, watch you gag and choke on my cock as I fuck your face? What do you think love?" 

"oh look at your juices dripping down your thighs and my palm, whining and moaning at the top of your lungs, ready to cum around my fingers"

You were so close, and his dirty tongue only pushed you the edge. Until..."why did you stop?!!!"

A loud laugh comes form deep in his chest as he pulls you up against his chest, shoving his wet fingers in your mouth. " No baby, you are not coming on anything else then my cock today. What happened to the girl who was begging for the bedroom anyway?"

You'd Blush, sucking on his fingers while looking up in his eyes, they are black with pent up desire. The vision makes him crazy, and it all happens very fast, him, pushing down his joggers, pushing you against the big window, your back firmly pressed to his chest. And fucking inside of you with no warnings. 

You moan loudly, eyes widened from the shock of finding your self against the cold glass. "Look down baby, look at the people passing by, they could look up, and see you, getting fucked by me, hmm? See how you take every inch of my cock so well, how you face twist, when I'm buried balls deep, in my tight little cunt"  the filth and the idea of being seen makes you blush, and you hide your face in your hands.

 "The others must be on their way back. They could see you from the street or just catch us like that..." 

"Oh don't be shy now, I'm not moving, see, you are the one fucking yourself on my cock." "Ohh my cute girl didn't even realize? How adorable" "you know what, I'm not going to move, you are going to keep fucking yourself on my cock, like the needy princess that you are for me, yes ?" "Good girl, whimpering and throwing back" his metal hand wraps around your throat, forbidding you to look away from the street, his thumb pushing past your lips. "Who do you belong to? Hmm, say my name." 

"Tony has a fucking crush on you, what would they think, what would he think, coming back and seeing you getting fucked against this window? Huh, I bet they would enjoy seeing you like that, glassy eyes, all weak in my arms, taking more pleasure then what you can handle, soo pretty for me... I'd let them watch, so they know they can't fucking compete with me about you. Right?"

 "Fuck, Fuck, I'm close"

"Get on your knees, pretty girl, let me mark this pretty face, cum all over it, while you look at me, while someone might be watching you getting marked." 

Did he fuck you? Yes, hard.

Did he make you scream? So much that your voice is weak.

Did he make you cum against that Fucking window? Hell yeah. Twice.

Did he make you gather and lick the cum that covered your chest and face? Yes, and it almost made him fuck you again right there. 

Did he keep you close to him for the rest of the day telling you that you could wear whatever you wanted whenever you wanted and that you looked beautiful in those pyjamas? He sure did. 

Did you care if someone saw?fuck no. You were Bucky's it wasn't a secret. And you might have discovered your exhibition kink now ...fuck he'd be the death of you.

[greyfongschemmenti]

Under Pressure 14|15

FryeArcana

Chapter 14

The Fog

Notes:

Warning: There is harsh language, talk about depression and death. If you are sensitive I added a trigger warning when it's going to start. It's the last paragraph of the chapter.

The four of you run into a forest then slow down and start walking through the dark forest as Bumi starts calling out for his niece, “Jinora... Jinora's spirit, do you hear me? It's your Uncle Bumi.”  Tenzin groans as he tries to think of a plan on how to locate his daughter “Ah, this isn't working. We can't just randomly wander the Spirit World, call out for Jinora, and expect to find her!” Bumi looks around and then looks down at the ground. “We just need to employ the simple rules of tracking.” He kneels down and points to the ground “First we locate her footprints... then we follow them.”

You kneel down beside Bumi looking at the ground and notice no prints spirit or human it’s like no one has set foot on it. “Do you even know what Spirit footprints look like? Do spirits even leave footprints? Face it, your tracking skills won't work in the Spirit World.”

“I think most of the spirits were floating if I’m not mistaken, I mean it was worth a shot, Bumi” you look over at Bumi as you stand up while Kya sits on the ground getting in a meditative sit crossing her legs Indian style “Let me try something.” She proceeds to meditates “Ommmm...” she slowly points over to a direction “Jinora is over there. I feel a lot of spiritual energy coming from that direction.”

“We're in the Spirit World, there's spiritual energy in every direction!” Bumi waves his hands around every direction while you look around and walk away from the group looking for any kind of clue or a friendly spirit who can help. You come across a large cave and see an illuminating star shaped spirit and you’re about to step forward towards it, but you stop yourself. You don’t know if it’s friendly stupid. You step back and call over to the siblings “Hey if you guys are done bickering I found this cave and there’s a spirit here!” You weren’t that far away from the three siblings as you see a bald headed with a blue arrow approach you “there!” he calls out to his brother and sister as they near you “you think it’s friendly?” you ask Tenzin and he steps forward to talk to it “Spirit, hello. I'm sorry to disturb you, but I am in need of your assistance.”

A low gruff speaks while slowly red eyes start to appear one by one and you take a step back feeling on high alert

“You dare wake me, human? Humans in the Spirit World…”

“---uh…I think we should..” you speak as you take another step back as Kya and Bumi glance at you seeing you back up then quickly look at the spirit

--belong in one place only!” the spirit roars and darts the Dark Spider Spirit emerges from the cave, resembling a giant scorpion at a super-fast pace right at the four of you.

“—RUN!” you yell as you Bumi and Kya start sprinting full speed out of there with Tenzin following a couple feet behind.

You skid to a halt as you reach the edge of a cliff with Kya, Bumi, and Tenzin pushing up against you. You look over your shoulder as you see this creature approaching fast. You take the initiative to jump leaving the siblings and yell as you fall down. You reach down the trees down below and bend out your cables grabbing onto a branch and jerk your head up to hear the siblings screaming down below. You bend another cable and quickly decide to save one of them. You wrap it around Kya’s waist, preventing her to hit the ground then gently bringing her down on the ground before you drop yourself down standing up. “Thanks, y/n” she breathes, and you shake your head catching your breath “anytime”. Bumi dusts himself off “Well, that didn't work. Now where are we?” Tenzin uses his airbending to clean himself “we’re completely lost.” You look around and find a path “well nowhere to go but keep moving forward” you look at the three then start walking forward as they follow suit. The path opens up and you’re soon walking down a path of illuminating mushrooms as you walk by. After a couple of minutes of walking you see the same mushrooms from before and your eyebrows raise after the third time you start to question it “uh, I think we’re walking in circles” Bumi denies it “no, we aren’t we’re fine” you think about it for a second but decide to keep walking after two more times of seeing the same mushrooms Tenzin steams up and explodes “We're walking in circles! I've seen that same Spirit Mushroom five times!” you jerk to him “why haven’t you said anything two rounds before?! I said I thought we were running in circles”

Tenzin stutters “I wasn’t sure but now I am sure”  

“That's not the same mushroom.”

“Yes, I am.” A voice pops in by the mushroom and you see a mouth appear on the mushroom.

“See? Even it knows we're lost.” Tenzin points at the mushroom as he looks at Bumi dragging a hand on his face as he groans. “Oh, sure, listen to a fungus over your own brother.” Bumi pouts folding his arms. “hmmm, strangely this isn’t the first time I’ve seen a talking mushroom” you mutter, and all three siblings stop to look at you “uh…never mind” you quickly add turning away. Kya raises an eyebrow as she thinks about it “dragon’s beard?” she asks curiously as she eyes you and you side eye her “yeah how’d you know” your eyes widen as you turn your head to look at her “I’ve…might have dabbled once or twice” a light blush creeps up as she confesses to the group. Tenzin scoffs while you and Bumi are amused and you see Kya in a new light while she looks at you the same way “huh…how about that” you both exchange a smile. A strange noise sounding like an ominous that causes the four of you to jerk your heads to that direction, Kya hiding behind her brothers “What's that?” Bumi looks over at the mushroom “Mushroom, is that you?”

“Nope, wasn't me.”

There’s another noise like a footstep coming from the right side and two figures comes out the shadow causing you all to gasp. Soon an older man and a fox come out and your guard is lowered slightly “Iroh?” Bumi looks surprised to see the man. “How...? Where...? It's been so long.” Tenzin looks easily just as surprised. So they know this man. Wait is this the same Iroh from the stories your dad told you growing up about Avatar Aang?  “Almost 40 years. It's nice to see you again.” Iroh smiles with his arms behind his back as he greets your group. You watch as Tenzin and Iroh talk.

“How did you know we were here? “

“My friendly spirit fox told me you were lost. I came to show you the way out.”

“Iroh, we are grateful, but we're not looking for the way out. We're looking for my daughter.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, but you shouldn't be here. Vaatu has escaped, and darkness threatens to take over. “

“I’m not leaving until I find Jinora. “

“I understand but I beg you to be careful. If you travel too deep into the Spirit World, you could end up in a place where only the lost will ever find you.” You look down in thought while Tenzin looks to his brother and sister with concern. They look at each as Tenzin looks back to Iroh, but Iroh has vanished. Your eyes furrow while you think A place where only the lost will ever find you… you voice out your thoughts out loud “A place where only the lost will ever find you…like a lost and found? Do they have a lost and found here in the spirit world?” you comment as you look up at Tenzin he listens to your words and thinks “A place where only the lost can find you... That's it! I know where to find Jinora!” He motions for you guys to follow and you guys start running back to where you guys just came from and starts clueing you in on his plan “We have to go back to the cave”. You, Kya and Bumi skid to a stop with Kya initiating the talk “woah, are you crazy, Tenzin?!”

you cut in “Maybe you don’t remember…that a big scary spider-scorpion is there who can, oh I don’t know, eat us!”  you quip putting your airs up in the air.

“yeah, maybe you’re not feeling right in the head baby brother” Bumi puts the back of his head on Tenzin’s forehead to which Tenzin quickly swats away “I am fine, Bumi!” he exclaims then groans “please… just… trust me” he pleads his siblings then looks at you. Kya, Bumi and you look at each other not really sure what Tenzin is thinking before looking back at Tenzin and give him a nod. The four of you proceed to run back to the cliff Tenzin and Kya go up using their bending while you bend your cables to grab on the edge of the cliff and tell Bumi to grab onto you and you pull the both of you up with ease. The group continues on back to the cave as you stand outside it just like the previous time. Its lure is still dangling and glowing in the dark.

“Are you sure this is the best way to find Jinora?” Bumi asks his brother

“Yes” Tenzin turns to face the opening of the cave and waves his arms, gathering wind in his hands before shooting a gust into the cave “Hey, you, spirit- Wake up!” you put your guard up on high as you wince waiting for a response then see the red eyes light up in the dark “You again?” The spirit screeches and emerges you grit your teeth closing your eyes as it is spitting web at the group.

*

You’re looking at the sky looking bemused as you all are being dragged over the grassy ground in the webbing. It feels like quite a walk this creature is taking you four, so you speak up “Still think this is a good idea?” you deadpanned still looking at the sky. “Yeah, nice going Tenzin” Bumi huffs out Kya sighs letting out a puff. Tenzin’s ears redden “I know what I’m doing!” Kya speaks up “You’re screaming right in my ear! We can just stop talking” she snaps. Everyone grumpily agrees and the rest of the way was kept in silence. You feel the scorpion-spider lift you guys up and swings the group to the front of it as you’re all daggling over a cliff upside down. You’re eyes widen feeling your stomach drop to your throat and look quickly look at the siblings all looking scared you gulp grabbing whatever you can find and grab Kya’s hand “sorry, being suspended in the air where I can’t see the ground freaks me out” you mutter. Kya didn’t seem to mind considering she was just as scared as you were, so it was nice to get some sort of comfort, “I thought we were going to be taken to a prison.” Kya asked Tenzin. “This is a prison.” He responded back. The dark spirit spider started to talk “Welcome to The Fog of Lost Souls. You will never escape.” The spirit swings the four of you over the edge and the webbing comes undone, letting the you guys loose to fall into the fog. All of you yell your hand slides off of Kya from the force of the swing as you drop through the fog. Your eyes dart around looking for something to grab on with your cables, but this fog is so thick you can’t see a thing quickly lose sight of the siblings. You land hard on the hard earth floor and groan as you slowly push yourself up then fear starts to come sink in. You don’t see Kya, Bumi, or Tenzin and your breathing starts to quicken. “Bumi! Kya! Tenzin!” you call out hoping to hear one of them in this dense fog. “y/n!” you turn your head in the direction of the voice it sounds like Tenzin. “Tenzin?” you call out again and he yells your name “hold on, I’ll come to you just stand where you are. Keep calling out!” you nod to yourself as you raise loud stand in place “Lovely weather we’re having today. I suspect the fog be denser by nightfall” you awkwardly try to keep the mood light even though you are scared of the unknown. You’re squinting your eyes to look for any figures approaching you when you see something “Tenzin?” you call out and you make out the robes and you run to him “thank the spirits!” you hug him glad to find someone. “We need to find Kya and Bumi. We have to stick together and remain focused.” He puts his hands on your shoulder as he advises you. You take in his words inhaling deeply then nod as you both start walking calling out for Bumi and Kya until you’ve found them. Tenzin directs where to go “What kind of prison doesn't have any bars or walls? We could walk right out of here.” Bumi asks Tenzin as he looks around at how open it is

“The Fog of Lost Souls is a spirit prison for humans. I read about it in an ancient text. The Fog is actually a spirit... that infects your mind and slowly drives you mad, imprisoning you in your own darkest memories.”

Your eyes widen as Tenzin explains and you’re about to freak yourself out then you shake your head, knocking it off. Focus. Keep your mind focused, y/n.

Kya stays close to Tenzin “How long can you be trapped in here?”

You see a dark figure walking around and move behind Bumi “what was that” behind them a shadowy figure walks by. It comes into view and is revealed to be Commander Zhao, his hair disheveled, “I am Zhao the Conqueror! I am the moonslayer! I will capture the Avatar! I am Zhao the Conqueror! I am the moonslayer! I will capture the Avatar!”

You all stare at the guy mumbling out as Kya speaks “Hopefully we're not trapped in here as long as that guy.” Just then Zhao sees Tenzin and grabs his collar pulling Tenzin towards him “You! You're him! The last airbender!”  Tenzin yells “Ah! No! Get off me!”

“You've grown... But I will still defeat you!” Bumi and Kya grab him and toss him away, Kya knocking him back with waterbending and you bend a column of earth from under him and catapult him away. You all run away as Zhao gets back up “Come back, Avatar! Face me! I am Zhao the Conqueror! I will capture you! Victory will be mine!” Zhao slowly disappears into the fog and his last words echo. “Okay, we need to stick together so we don’t run off and get lost.” Tenzin speaks up as you all stop running after getting a safe distance away,

“what like hold hands?” Kya suggests to which Tenzin shakes his head “no that’s too easy. We can easily let go and run away” You look down at your cables their metal but they’re pliable enough to be used as a rope “we could tie ourselves to one another make like a human chain” you pull out some of your cable. Tenzin listens to your idea “nice idea, but not your cables you would be able to bend your way out we need to use an object we can’t bend out of” Tenzin looks down and remembers his belt cord “we’ll use this” he unwraps some of the cord and starts tying a cord to Kya's waist, then gives you and Bumi another cord to tie around your own waists. You connect your cord to Bumi’s and once everyone is connected to each other

“If we stay together, we'll find Jinora and make it out of this fog.” you guys walk in a diamond formation. You all take turns and start calling out for Jinora, then it circles back to Tenzin

“Jinora! Jinora!” you don’t know how long you’ve been in this fog you can’t see anything within three feet radius of you. it’s dense above just as it is all around you then Bumi gasps and

puts a hand on Tenzin stopping the group “Wait a second.” Tenzin turns around to face him “what? Do you hear something?” Bumi's eyes start to widen as he looks very frightened and starts sweating “Yes, they're all around us. The cannibals, they're everywhere.”

Kya yells at Bumi “Stop playing around Bumi! It’s not the time for one of your pranks!”

Bumi looks at Kya then jerks his head at you and starts screaming grabbing your shoulders “Cannibal!! Get away from me Cannibal!” Bumi starts shaking you and shoving you away “Bumi, it’s y/n!” you yell at him his eyes are so wide and he hasn’t blinked as he stares at you. You’ve never seen a person’s eyes filled with so much fear and you start to internally panic thinking that Bumi, the fun crazy loveable jokester, would hurt you. Kya’s eyes widen as realization sets that Bumi isn’t doing an awful prank and steps up to him “Bumi, stop!” she yells her voice now filled with fear watching her older brother losing it, she tries to calm Bumi. You put your hands on him and try to pry his hands off of your shoulders his grip on you tight. He notices the rope from the corner of his eyes and quickly let’s go of you and starts untying your knot off of his. “No, Bumi! Don’t!” you quickly reach over to stop him and he fights you over it. Tenzin grabs Bumi’s hands then his shoulders turning him to makes him look at him “Bumi, you must focus your mind right now. There are no cannibals. y/n is not a cannibal. She’s a friend” Bumi shakes his head “Yes, there are! Yes, she is! She’s gonna eat every last one of us!”  your eyes widen as you start to lose focus then you peer over Bumi’s shoulder and notice Kya starting to act strange. She is looks very lost and confused then slowly brings her hands up to her face and looks at them. You look at her and slowly call out to her “Kya?” Kya slowly turns her head over where she heard your voice and starts to scream loudly “Aah! Who are you two?!” She doesn’t see you behind Bumi as she screams at the horror of the two bend standing next to her. Tenzin grabs Kya's shoulders “Kya, we're your brothers. You must remember before the Fog infects you.” Kya shakes and squints her eyes glaring at Tenzin “No, you are just a vision! I have no family! You can't tie me down!” she yells out.

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No family…. Your parents. They’re dead… You’ve always feared and wondered if their deaths were your fault. Your dad got sick shortly after your fight. He got sick from overworking too much because he was trying to pay off your medical fees. Your mom died because her heart broke from losing your father. It’s your fault. You’re the reason your parents are dead. You’re the reason you and your sisters became orphans at 16, 14 and 12.

Your eyes water as your mind races with hearing those words over and over in your mind. “it’s my fault” you mutter bringing your hands up to the sides of your head covering your ears

“It’s my fault your dead mom and dad!” you cry out, the voice grows louder, and you wince with guilt, regret, and your heart filling with so much pain as your mind fills with images: seeing your dad tired and growing sicker. Watching your mom spoon feeding him. The moment your dad passes. The funeral. Your mother falling into a deep depression. You trying to feed and dress your mom but she’s just a body with no spirit. Finding your mom dead in her bed, passed away in her sleep, after waking up one morning. Her funeral. The looks on your sisters’ faces as they look up to you

“Stop it!” you yell out trying to stop the images from closing your eyes tight and squeezing your head.

Tenzin looks over and rushes to your side putting his hands on your shoulders

“y/n, it’s an illusion. It’s not real! Focus your mind. Do not give in to fear!” he tries to calm you as you try to focus but the images are too strong, and they start to overpower your mind. Bumi takes that opportunity of Tenzin leaving his side to untie his cord

“They're closing in! I gotta get outta here! Aah!” he runs off. Kya confused unties her cord and runs off as well screaming. Tenzin let’s go of you and rushes to his siblings “No! Bumi! Kya! Come back!”

You open your eyes quickly and you see Tenzin only it’s not him he has taken the form of your father

“Dad?” you look at Tenzin. Tenzin looks around and you see his face, your fathers face, and your eyes water more. Tenzin starts to talk to you and try to calm you, but his voices starts getting replaced with the voice of your father,

“why do you have to such a meddlesome reckless fool, y/n! Your mother and I slaved and wasted away to pay off your medical fees. Was that fight worth it, y/n?!” You don’t say anything and watch Tenzin approach you while saying something as he grabs your shoulder like before to ground you. You hear the muffled sounds of Tenzin but quickly your father’s voice comes back as your father shakes you hard

“Answer me, y/n! was trying to be a hero to that boy worth killing your parents! Leaving your sisters without us! You’re not worthy to be with anyone, murderer. Do you really think Lin is satisfied to be dating you?! Answer me, y/n!” your father’s voice roaring at you and you ball your fists as tears run down your face. You thought you could be strong and stay focused but your father bringing up Lin was the straw that broke the camelephant’s back. You can’t take it anymore and scream in agony, jerking yourself away from your father to yourself free,

“NO IT WASN’T WORTH IT! IT WASN’T WORTH YOU AND MOM DYING, DAD!” you yell out as you force yourself away and stumble back, falling on your ass then hurryingly untie the knot on your cord and get up sprinting away from the illusion of your father,

“Y/N!” a mesh of Tenzin’s voice with your father’s as they yell out for you to come back.

           You’re balling your eyes out as you’re desperately trying to find a way out of this hellhole. You run at once direction before running to another still being haunt by the images of your parents. Your eyes dart all over the place as you step backwards and your back is pressed against a rock wall and you stumble back, dragging your back down along it, falling down on your knees slouched over. Heaving sobs until soon you stop abruptly the tears falling down and finishes then you slowly lift your head up. Looking up a head of you your eyesight starts to go hazy and start to feel a sense of emptiness inside you. You feel cold, dark, and empty as the heaviness of your fears causes your head to feel heavy, you hang your head down low.

You couldn’t stay focused. You’ve succumbed into your darkest memories.

You’re now a prisoner to the Fog.

Notes:

If you made it to the end of the chapter I apologize if it was harsh or dark. It is said that the Fog infects people's mind and effectively drives them insane by imprisoning them in their own darkest memories. I wanted to really tackle what possibly a person could go through if they were trapped in The Fog.

[joonbug22]

Sweet Things (Barista!Minhyuk AU)

Pairing: Female Reader x Barista!Minhyuk

Word Count: 1,212

Genre: Fluff mainly. Some mature language, but nothing wild.

“Don’t look now, but hottie barista is staring dead at you,” your best friend Kyra said to you under her breath.

It was the end of summer, but the heat of the season remained even through the start of the leaves turning red. The temperature was not lowering anytime soon, so y'all decided to dip into the new cafe that opened up, hoping to cool off in the AC and get something icy to sip on.

“Nuh-uh,” you said in disbelief still caught up in the shenanigans on your Instagram feed.

“Yeah, he totally is,” she smacked the table between you, getting your attention from your phone. “Okay look,” she finally instructed. You placed your phone on the tabletop and discretely peaked over your shoulder to behind the counter.

You almost swallowed your tongue when your eyes met his. Even though for a second, from across the room, his dark brown eyes became captivating and everyone else in the room stopped moving. He continued working, his lithe fingers moved to add whipped cream to top off a drink. You didn’t stop your eyes from moving up to completely check him out. His arms were thin, however, toned in his cotton polo. You couldn’t help but stare: his shoulders, his neck, and that jawline. If God was a Korean man, you were sure this is what he’d look like. Why would God be working in a coffee shop? You weren’t quite sure, but even if it wasn’t God, this had to be a sign from Her.

You could’ve sat there all day, staring at him- that’s if you weren’t interrupted from your thoughts by your name being called. It wasn’t Kyra who had called out to you though. This voice was raspy, almost sultry- okay not God, the devil.

“Your caramel frappe and iced coffee are ready,” you realized it was those perfectly pink lips of the world’s sexiest coffee boy that had called your name.

“Oh that’s me,” you jumped out of your seat, skipping to the pickup area of the cafe.

He waited patiently as you dodged through the labyrinth of tables and people, trying not to bump into anyone. It was particularly crowded for it being such a warm day outside. Like, who drinks coffee in this heat? Oh yeah, you do.

“Here are your drinks, miss,” the beautiful man offered you a kind smile that rivaled the shine of the sun. He handed you the drinks and his hands were so warm when they brushed against your own.

“Oh,” you pushed the frappe back towards him. “Can I get extra whipped cream? Sorry I didn't ask beforehand.”

“It’s no problem,” he winked at you before topping off the drink well over the top of the dome lid. “Here ya go. Is that extra enough for you?” he slid your cup across the counter to you.

“Perfect,” you smiled shyly before dipping your finger into the overflowing mountain of white and bringing it to your mouth.

“Great,” his distinct Adam's apple bobbed up and down and then you received two thumbs up from your new favorite barista. You couldn't help but notice the very tips of his ears turning a bright red. Was the whipped cream thing too crude?

“Thanks so much,” you leaned towards him, trying to get a better look at his name tag. “Min-hyuk?” you sounded it out as if you were asking if you had pronounced it correctly. A quick nod reassured you that you had. “Such a cute name for such a cute boy.” you unwrapped a straw for yourself. “Anyways, I'll let you get back to your work. Thanks again Minhyuk.” You wrapped your lips around the straw and proceeded to head back to your respective table.

“Damn girl, what took you so long to get two drinks?” Kyra took a sip from her ice coffee. “My ice all melted and shit. Next time, I’m picking them up.”

“Oh hush, Ky,” you uncrossed and crossed your legs and uncrossed them once more, glancing over your shoulder to behind the counter.

“What's wrong with you,” you best friend sensed your uneasiness. “Did you propose to dude or something?”

“No," you said defensively.

“Then why are you so fidgety?”

“Because,” you took in a breath. “I was kinda bold just now.” You winced at your own words. You were typically the shy type, never one to speak first, let alone go up to a guy and just start flirting. You didn’t know what had gotten into you in the spare of the moment, but you had a tiny Shia Labeouf in the back of your head telling you to “just do it!” so you did it.

“You mean bold?” Kyra pried. “Or do you mean bold, bold?”

“Oh my god. He’s coming over right now”

“Oh, so you bold, bold.”

“Ky, there's no time for twitter memes. What do I say to him?”

“I believe it was an Insta meme,” she corrected you.

“Say to who?” Minhyuk’s throaty voice came as a surprise to you, him being to close, so quickly.

“To you,” you dragged out the single syllable of each word as you turned your body to completely face him. “Um- aren't you supposed to be working?”

“Yeah, but I asked to take my break early,” he removed his cap, running a hand through disheveled hair, and for a moment you wondered if he’d look this good first thing in the morning with bed head.

“How do you like your eggs in the morning?” you blurted out, unable to keep your mouth from moving on its own. Minhyuk cracked a half smile, ears showcasing their tomato color once again.  

“Well won’t you look at the time,” Kyra glanced at an imaginary watch on her wrist. “I just remembered that it’s my bedtime.”

“Kyra, you do not go to bed at 2:33pm,” you made ‘don’t leave me alone. You know I don't know how to talk to men’ eyes at her and suddenly the bitch was blind.

“Yeah,” she got up from the table, gathering her things. “I usually don’t, however, I happen to have a thing at 2 am and need to get to sleep pretty soon.” she faked a yawn. “Have fun y’all,” she made a lewd gesture with both hands and then she was out the door. Minhyuk took her seat at the table.

“So,” you found yourself saying that word much longer than you anticipated.

“So,” Minhyuk imitated you, elongating the word in a similar fashion. “Why do you take so much cream on your frappes?”

“Because I like sweet things,” you said with a shrug as if the answer was that simple. To you it was. “Why did you take your break early?” you cocked your head to the side, curls falling into your face. Minhyuk mirrored you.

“Because,” your body stilled when Minhyuk’s hand came near and pushed the strands behind your ear. “I too enjoy sweet things.” He said it as if the answer was simple. To him it was.

Your palms immediately came up to cover your cheeks, feeling them fill up with heat. Minhyuk only smiled in reply to your reaction, delighted to see that he had the same effect on you as you had on him.

[hornsbeforehalos]

Whiskey, Sweetheart: Part 13

Pairing: Norman Reedus x OFC, Past JDM x OFC Warnings: RPF, Smut, Language, Breif Violence, Jealousy, Angst, Older man/Younger Woman.

Series Masterlist

Summary: After Jeffrey’s neglect pushed her away and into the arms of his best friend, Norman and Ky have to figure out if their new relationship can withstand not only the aftermath of the unspeakable crime they commited to keep her safe, but the backlash that comes from being co-workers with a very betrayed Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

A/n: This is the Sequel to Anytime, Sweetheart and The Conquests of Norman Reedus. You’ll probably be a bit confused if you haven’t read Conquests yet, though, or at least the Finale, but you could probably figure it out on your own if you don’t want to. But I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to, lol.

*This chapter will have refernces to the Kuolema/Ville story I wrote at the beginning of the year, which can be found in the RPF Masterlist where the rest of the series is located, but it’s not something that will be detrimental. If you’ve already read TCoNR, then you’ll know who Lema is, and the story of her and Norman :)

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Our ride to Santa’s Workshop the next morning was pleasant despite the freezing temperatures. After bitching enough to Norman about his ventures in speeding and the fact that my eyebrows were going to freeze off if he didn’t slow it down, he kept to a reasonable speed to where I could actually enjoy the ride and take in the beautiful terrain around us. After the two hour ride to the small village that was blanketed in slow, we arrived at Santa’s Workshop and were greeted by the Big Man himself.

“Ho Ho Ho! Welcome to my workshop!” The actor portraying Santa beamed, his Finnish accent thick. He had a bright smile on his rosy cheek as he ushered us into a large wooden cabin, the warmth of the room enveloping us instantly. 

“I hear that you saw the Aurora yesterday, did they treat you well?” The jolly man asked as he let himself fall into one of the decadent chairs beside the roaring fireplace. Norman and I occupied the comfortable looking couch across from him, the camera crew surrounding us to get the best shot of the conversation.

“We did, it was beautiful,” Norman replied, smile curling his face as he bobbed his head. He turned to look at me and throw and arm over my shoulder, beaming, “I’m glad we got to do it. This has been a wild trip for sure.”

“Well I hope you see all there is to see here, and enjoy your trip through Finland, Now, join us for story time.” He smiled warmly as a group of other tourists came in and gathered around the man. The children sat on the floor in front of him, the parents and other adults fathered around on the other sides of the couch we were sitting on. The man went into what was obviously a rehearsed greeting while he pulled out a rather large book from the sack that sat beside his chair. 

I listened intently as he read everyone the traditional Christmas tales, as well as some of the legends and stories that were based in the Arctic Laplands. Once the man was finished we gathered with the other groups outside and wandered around the area, taking pictures in front of the giant snowman and playing wtih the beautiful Husky puppies that were raised there.

We had lunch at the small coffee cafe, the crew fascinated with making sure they got the perfect shot of Norman burning his tongue when taking a sip of his coffee.

Afterwards we ventured through the Reindeer sanctuary, taking the snowmobile tour and sleigh rides. Watching Norman try to drive a sleigh was probably funnier than the sight of him getting a blow job in a chicken suit.

OR the sight of me, giving him said blow job in said chicken suit.

I giggled at Norman as we munched on the food that was in front of us. We were back at the Apukka resort, spending the night before heading to Helsinki in the morning. We had ordered a bunch of stuff from the restaurant near by, and had locked ourselves in our room after the camera crew had retired to gorge. He was currently doing a little dance for the taste of whatever that he’d stuffed his mouth with.

“Fat ass,” I chuckled, popping a piece of potato in my mouth and smirking as he flipped me off. Holding my mouth open, i mumbled, “GImme some”

“Fat ass,” Norman mimicked, holding his fork out to me. I took the food in my already half-full mouth, my cheeks bulging as I chewed, earning me a snort from him, “How do you not weigh seven hundred pounds?”

“Good genetics,” I muttered before swallowing. I winked at him after wiping my mouth with my napkin, smirking at his dramatic eyeroll. 

“You ready for tomorrow?” He asked as he wiped his own face and closed his container of food before getting up off the bed to put it away, “Gonna be a long ride.”

“Don’t remind me,” I whined, closing my own lids and handing it to him as well, “Ten hours in the snow on the back of the bike? I’m gonna have hypothermia. Ville Valo better be worth it.”

“Did you just say ‘Ville Valo?’” Norman asked as he suddenly stopped on his way back into the bed, his eyes narrowing. 

“Uh, yeah,” I replied back, quirking my eyebrow, “He’s the lead singer of HIM.”

Norman’s eyes closed as he sighed deeply, his head shaking from side to side before he looked to the ceiling and chuckled, “Of fucking course he is.”

“Something wrong?” I asked, my head ticking to the side in curiosity.

“No, nothing’s wrong, it’s just...gonna probably be awkward as fuck meeting him...again.” Norman sighed as he crawled under the covers with me, propping his head up on his knuckles.

“Again?”

“I met him last year when I was in Helsinki doing a photography thing with a friend of mine. He picked them up from the bar we’d been partying at.”

“And it’s gonna be awkward tomorrow because...?” I trailed off, prompting him to continue as he rolled over onto his back and scrubbed his face as it turned red.

“I kinda went back to my hotel with his soon-to-be ex wife...” He confessed when he removed his hands from his face and rolled back over to look at me, “And kinda shared some words with him about being a douche I think.”

“What?!” I screeched, rolling over myself to hide my burning face as I busted out laughing, “You fucked Kuolema Valo?!”

“Uh, well, yeah, but I didn’t know who either of them are at the time.” Norman answered, obviously still slightly embarrassed.

“Holy shit. My boyfriend fucked one of the hottest chicks in the entire fucking planet. She’s fucked Ville! By proxy, do you know what that means?” I asked excitedly, sitting up and rolling him onto his back so I could lay across his chest.

“What, babe?” Norman chuckled, brushing the hair back that had fallen in my face as I stared down at him in awe.

“I FUCKED VILLE VALO!” I concluded loudly, kissing him deeply and diving my tongue into his mouth. 

“Jesus, girl, you’re crazy,” Norman laughed once he pulled away from me, his hands wandering down my back to squeeze my ass, “You gonna leave me for him tomorrow if he gives you the chance or somethin’?”

“Maybe,” I replied teasingly, earning me a chuckle from him as he kneaded my ass some more, “She’s so fucking hot, dude. Was it good?”

“Whiskey, I’m not telling you that.” He snorted, attempting to distract me by kissing on my neck and jaw.

“Was she better than me?” I asked curiously, pulling away from his lips to quirk another haughty eyebrow at him, “Should I be jealous?”

Snorting again as he tried to hold back his laugh, Norman rolled his eyes before rolling me over onto my back so he could hover over me. He attacked my neck again with his lips and teeth, a low growl emitting from his throat as goosebumps flushed across my skin.

 “Ain’t no one better’n you, Whiskey,” He rasped, his voice low and gritty and dirty as one of his huge palms covered my breast to grope it, “Ain’t know one you gotta be jealous of.”

“Good,” I panted, wrapping my legs around his waist as we became tangled in the sheets, and in each other.

I was pretty proud of myself when I late a total of three whole hours on the back of Norman’s bike in the freezing cold weather. Norman was less than amused, though. 

“You know, the show is called Ride with Norman Reedus,” He griped into his helmet’s headset, “The point is to kinda...ride with me.”

“Honey, I don’t know if you understand this but your girlfriend weighs 100 pounds soaking wet and isn’t trying to die.” I retorted back into the microphone attached to me in the comfy, warm Suburban that was following Norman. 

“Pretty sure you said somethin’ of that nature the first time I met you.” Norman rasped through the line, making me roll my eyes.

“Pretty sure I did, too, babe.” I retorted back, earning me a chuckle him as revved the bike’s engine and rushed forward in front of the camera crew, flipping me off through the window as he passed.

It was only a couple hours later into the ride that the roads got too bad for the motorcycle and Norman had them load it up into the tailor so he could join me in the warmth. He instantly pressed his frozen fingers into the small of my back, wincing when I let out a shrill screech into his ear. 

We spent the rest of the way having random conversations about things we normally would never talk about as the camera man ‘directed’ us. You could tell that it was almost awkward because it’s not like he could talk about the details of the first time we met, or how we got together, or anything else having to do with our relationship. 

It was a very, very long drive.

Traffic is a mother fucking bitch wherever you are in the world. Add snow, and it’s worse. 

By the time we even got into Helsinki, we didn’t have time to even check into the hotel room much less make the dinner reservations that we’d planned, and were rushed to the spot where the concert was being held immediately. 

Try doing your makeup on a bumpy ass road, with your boyfriend trying to change clothes and knocking into you, with a camera pointed in your face. Yeah, not fun. 

Per usual, I looked like a raccoon. Whatever.

I was going to die. That was all there is to it. 

Norman had made sure that we were towards the front of the stage, surrounded by security when it was time for the band’s performance. He stood behind me with his hands on my hips until The drummer, whom I didn’t recognize, walked out, followed by Mige, Burton, and Linde. I immediately started screaming when Ville joined them, his deep voice rasping a greeting in Finnish that I didn’t even mind not understanding. 

Bending down to kiss my temple as I swooned, Norman teased, “You really weren’t kidding, were you?”

“Shut up,” I snapped back, smacking him in the chest with the back of my hand, “He’s still talking.”

After the brief introduction, Linde started playing out the beginning notes to my favorite song, and Norman would have sworn I’d lost my damn mind.

I climbed up on to his shoulders like he was a fucking tree, earning me a lot of grunts and “what the fucks” from him as I made myself comfortable to get the best view. 

“She's smiling like heaven is down on earth Sun is shining so bright it hurts All her wishes have finally com true Her heart is weeping.  Happiness is killing her. She'll be right here in my arms So in Love She'll be right here in these arms She can't let go”

“You are, absolutely, the best boyfriend any human being could possibly ever ask for,” I rasped hoarsely as we made our way out of the auditorium towards the back stage area. The camera guy said that they had everything that they needed, so they headed back to the hotel to prepare for the flight home the next day.

Norman had his arm thrown over my shoulders as he kissed the crown of my sweaty head, squeezing me tighter into his side, “Happy Valentines Day, Whiskey.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.” I cooed back as I stepped up onto my tippy toes to press a kiss to his lips as we were ushered in to what appeared to be a green room of sorts. I instantly recognized two of the band members from another Finnish band that I listened to, Jussi and Jyrki from The 69 Eyes. Jyrki stood up from his seat with a smile, barking out a hello to Norman as he extended his hand for him to grasp and pull him into a hug. 

“It’s so good to see you, friend, long time.” Jyrki said excitedly, patting Norman on the back before turning his attention to me, “You must be Kylin, it’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, sir,” I squeaked out nervously, placing my sweaty palm into his hand. He kissed the back of mine and gave me a soft smile as I grinned at him stupidly, “I love all of ya’ll’s stuff, I wish we would’ve been able to get here to see ya’ll play.” 

“If that’s not the cutest fuckin’ Southern accent I’ve ever heard in my entire life!” Was suddenly heard as the door opened. Turning to see who it was, my eyes widened as Bam Margera walked in, followed by Ville and Kuolema. 

I immediately started sweating again, my mouth hanging open in awe as Bam shook hands with Norman, “Big fan, man.”

“Same here,” Norma rasped back, throwing his arm around my shoulders, “This is my girlfriend, Kylin.”

“Nice to meet ya, where’s that accent from?” Bam inquired, extending his hand while lifting an eyebrow.

My mouth kinda flopped around like a fish sucking air for a moment, before Norman practically smacked me on the back of my head and back into reality, “Uh..Uh... Texas, I”m from Texas.”

“Well, Tex, this here is Ville Valo and his beautiful wife Lema, but of course you prolly already knew that. Willie, this is-”

“Norman Reedus, I know.” Ville drawled lazily, cooling holding his hand out to shake Norman’s, “Surely, Bammy, you remember the story of when he fucked my wife.”

Kuolema’s mouth dropped as she gawked at her husband, slapping him in the chest before snapping something in Finnish that I could only assume to be a scolding, Her bright eyes turned to me as her face reddened, “Please excuse my husband, it’s nice to meet you” She asked in English, her accent thick as she sighed deeply before flicking her eyes to my boyfriend, “It’s good to see you again, Norman.”

“You too, sweetheart,” Norman replied with a small smile. 

I looked back up to Ville, who was glaring daggers at Norman without much subtly, smiling at him as I said, “I really loved the show, ya’ll are like...my favorite band ever.” 

“Good thing Norman here knows all the right people then, huh, love?” Ville deadpanned with a sarcastic smile.

“Anybody want anything to drink?” Jussi called from his spot at the makeshift bar as he pulled out two bottles of Vodka. 

“I’ll take a wine, veli!” Kuolema called back, before gesturing to me, “Do you want anything, darling?”

“Oh..uh, no thanks, I’m good,” I smiled back, internally grimacing when Norman quirked an eyebrow at my denial of alcohol.

“You okay, babe? You sure youd don’t want some Whiskey, sweetheart?” Norm asked curiously, looking down at me with his face furrowed.

“I’m fine, Norm. Just don’t feel like drinking tonight,” I shrugged easily, smiling up at him and hoping he would’t question it. 

“Alright, then, well, I’m drankin’, so I’ll be back,” Norman said as he squeezed me closer into this side, “You gonna be alright for a  minute or are you gonna embarrass yourself?”

“I’ll probably embarrass myself, but I’ll be okay,” I chuckled, earning me a giggle from Kuolema and Ville before Norman sauntered away to find Jussi. 

Kuolema led us to the couches and I sat on the opposite side of one of them as the couple, smiling like a creeper as I tried to realize that what was actually going on was reality. Bam plopped down into the chair closest to me, taking a sip of his Redbull as he leaned back, “So how you likin’ Finland, Tex?”]

“It’s cold,” I replied back with a smirk, nodding my head, “And snowier than New York or even Vancouver.”

“Your brother’s in that demon show, right? Supernatural or whatever? They film in Vancover?” Bam asked.

“Yeah, Jensen films in ‘Couver and I follow him around sometimes. I work for another one of the cast members as their assistant so I’m constantly up there. It’s a different kinda cold though.” I replied.

“That’s how I feel with Pennsylvania and here, it may be the same temperature, but the air is different,” Kuolema added as she took the offered glass from Jyrki, who smiled at me again before waling back over to where Norman and Jussi were talking. 

“So how did you meet Norman?” Kuolema asked, taking another sip of her wine and ignoring the annoyed look on Ville’s face.

“Oh, uh...” I huffed out a laugh, “I met him through my ex, Jeff. It’s a long story.”

Jesus, if I ever needed a fucking drink...

“Norman fancies things that belong to other people, huh?” Ville snickered, his eyebrow raising haughtily. Bam almost choked on his Redbull.

Good Lord...

“Um, it’s a little bit more complicated then that, actually.” I smiled politely back, internally appalled that this was what my first time meeting my idol consisted of. It was taking all of my willpower to not instinctually snap back at the man, go off on him, and storm out of the room, but I knew these were Norman’s friends and I had to behave, despite the most uncomfortable Valentines Day this was turning into be, “Um, I’m getting’ thirsty, so, um, I’m gonna go find Norm and get a drink. It really was nice to meet you, Ville, I’ve been a huge fan for years.”

I stood up from my spot on the couch at the same time Kuolema did. She grabbed me by the hand , winding our elbows together as we stepped over Bam’s feet. She gulped down the rest of the red liquid in her glass and said, “I’ll come with you. I’m needing a refill.”

Behind us, Bam could be heard bitching at Ville in what sounded like Finnish. Raising my eyebrows, I asked her about it.

“Oh, yeah, he kinda picked up on a lot of it over he years, plus with me in the house he gets to hear all the really good insults,” she answered with a giggle, her lips winding into a Cheshire grin as she looked over her shoulder as we approached Norman, Jussi, and Jyrki. The two band members greeted us again, snuggling Kuolema between them over dramatically as Norman tucked me into his side and kissed my temple. His breath already faintly smelled of Jack Daniels, and I smirked up at him at the goofy grin plastered on his face.

“You have brothers, don’t you, Kylin?” Lema asked as she pushed the two men off of her, regaining my attention,  “Isn’t it horrible?”

“Ya’ll’re siblings? Wow, I never knew that.” I replied with wide eyes.

“Long story,” She smirked, eyes flicking from mine to Norman again. I nodded my head with a snort in return before turning my head up to the man digging his nails into my back under my jacket.

“I think we’re about to get out of here, we got an early flight int he mornin’.” He rasped without looking away from me, getting a giggle from Kuolema in reply. 

“Awh, really? Leaving so early?” Jussi complained with a whine, distracting Norman from me for a second and gaining a laugh from him.

“Sorry, man. Time zones are a bitch and she’s gotta be all over this next week.” Norman sighed, pulling away from me to shake the two men’s hands and give Lema a quick hug goodbye. I gave her a hug as well and waved to everyone else as Norman practically dragged me out of the building, that devilish smile curling onto his face as his fingers dug into mine.

“Now it’s time for you to get your real gift, sweetheart,” Norman teased, his eyes darkened as he climbed onto the bed to hover over me.

“And what would that be, babe?” I teased back, bucking my hips into his obvious hardon as he wedged my thighs open with his knees. 

“Oh, I think you know, girl.” He grinned as he rutted his dick into my panties, hi hands lifting up the over-sized shirt I’d worn to bed. It slipped over my head easily, and a growl left his lips at the sight of my exposed nipples. 

“These things are getting bigger, Whiskey,” He commented before attaching his lips to a sensitive nub, gently caressing the other with his large palm. I writhed below him, arching my back into his mouth as he devoured me whole. My panties came off shortly after, followed by what few clothes he’d been wearing as well. 

He grasped his throbbing cock in his hand as he swirled the head around into my soaking folds, earning a desperate moan from me as I dug my own fingers into my hair and needily bit my lip. Another growl left him as he forced himself inside me, not stopping until every bit of him was perfectly seated inside me. 

I gasped at the fullness, always never completely ready for the stretch that my body had to make to accommodate him. He wasted no time in pulling out and thrusting again, a deep, feral moan vibrating through him and into me. I let out a loud mewl myself, my legs securing themselves around his waist as he set his pace. 

Our bodies moved in sync with each other as we scratched and groped and heaved, our pants and wails probably heard through the hotel complex. 

“Fuck, yes, take it, baby,” He snarled as his teeth sunk into my shoulder, my hands grasping at his sweaty hair as I keened. My orgasm washed over me unexpectedly, my shrill cry and tightening walls the only warning he had before my body gripped him like a vice, successfully spilling him over the edge as well. He came deep inside of me with a harsh roar, his hot seed filling me and leaking onto the sheets. 

He collapsed next to me for a moment to catch his breath before getting up and going to the bathroom for a wash cloth. He came back and kneeled onto the bed between my legs, wiping the traces of his mess while watching my face with a smile. 

My heart fluttered, wondering if he was going to say anything about my lack of concern for the obvious accident he’d made. He said nothing , though, just watched me as I bit my lip and returned his grin while he cleaned me off. 

He threw the rag in the direction of the bathroom before curling up under the covers with me, his body molding into mine like it always did.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Whiskey.” He rasped before kissing my shoulder and neck, “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” 

[nikiforlov]

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* = personal favourite

Open At The Touch (6,5k)

Maybe Nishigori got ahold of a lock of Viktor's hair, and some Polyjuice potion. Maybe it's all an elaborate prank. With this as his only reasonable explanation, he steps forward, snags Viktor by his robes and tugs him in. "Nishigori," he says in Japanese, "this prank isn't funny. Your English is better than when I left, though." "Ah," says the fake Viktor Nikiforov in English, voice dipping, and is he blushing? "What was that?" "Maybe I got hit in the head by a Bludger," Yuuri muses. Viktor's smile grows ever wider, tightening at the edges. "Maybe I never came home from my international Quidditch competition. Maybe I'm lying in the hospital right now, hallucinating." There has to be an explanation, mystical and magical or medical, for the best Seeker in the Quidditch world showing up at his door; something besides his portrait, which won't stop talking to Yuuri anyway.

Coming to Terms  (10k)

Victor's realization wasn’t a pinpoint. It was a culmination of years of knowing something was different. An ache without a name.

A story about Victor learning, accepting, and loving himself as a gay man.

The Tsesarevich lives! (50k)

An Anastasia AU. 

Victor is an orphan with no name, no family, and no memory of a time before he was ten years old. Could he really be the missing Nikiforov heir? An adventure across Europe with two conmen will lead him to the answer.

Say I'm The One (2k)*

Viktor leans forward, the curve of his smile soft. Achingly, Yuuri’s fingers imagine what it’d be like to trace it. “You think I want to romance celebrities?” “Well, you’re a celebrity,” Yuuri feebly tries to explain. “Exactly. Now you’re just being ridiculous,” Viktor counters, smirk growing. “The one romancing a celebrity is you." Viktor and Yuuri get caught in a rainstorm on the way home from practice.

To Boldly Go (30k)*

“Yuuri!” Viktor calls. “I’ve come to rescue you!” Yuuri stares at him blankly. He gestures to the various unconscious space pirates with his recently discharged phaser. “Oh, Captain,” he deadpans. “Save me.”

Or:

A year in the life of badass science officer Yuuri Katsuki, Captain Viktor “Team Mom” Nikiforov, and simultaneously the best crew and worst crew in Starfleet history.

(No prior Star Trek knowledge needed! It’s a loose AU!)

Bestseller (20k)

Reincarnation AU. Bestselling author Yuuri Katsuki often gets asked where his source of inspiration for his novel series comes from. Yuuri always puts on his best smile and gives the generic answer. However, his minds wanders back to the old journal sitting on his desk, and the dreams of a familiar blue eyed stranger.

Have You Heard? (4k)*

According to rumors, Viktor Nikiforov had been seen crying in the E building’s staircase. No one really seemed to know what was the reason, but everyone were terribly curious about it.

Spotlight (2k)

He can't help how embarrassed he sounds as he tries to hide himself in the pillow, and Viktor's laugh is so lovely - and so helpless, so blatantly in love - that it has Yuuri squirming all over again, the wave of protectiveness stealing his breath away.

Oh, Viktor.

"I suppose that's fair, darling. I am pretty incorrigible."

He's smiling, as he says it, and his voice is light, but Yuuri knows better, now. He can hear that tiny, barely there, desperately hidden thread of self-doubt, as clearly as if Viktor were shouting it.

Am I too much?

Viktor doesn't need to say it for Yuuri to hear it. He's pretty sure Viktor's spent too long feeling like he's too much of something - too loud, too clingy, too needy - for him to just shrug it off.

Yuuri knows a little bit about self-esteem. He knows a little bit about trying to kick years of fucked up thinking. And he's damn well going to keep making sure that Viktor knows he can always be as too much as he wants to be.

You can have everything... (12,5k)

AU. Before the Grand Prix Final starts in Sochi, Yuuri finds Victor's phone. He returns it--and hijinks and heavy flirtation ensue.

Fields of Gold (14,5k)

It’s difficult to believe that he’s inspired people like this; that children and teenagers in Japan and around the world lace up their skates or put on skates for the first time and think of Yuuri Katsuki, just like they think of or thought of Victor Nikiforov. He almost can’t take it. It’s too unbelievable. He’s just… Yuuri, after all.

Yuuri Katsuki with a stack of gold medals is still just Yuuri Katsuki.

He can imagine Victor repeating the same words back to him with his own name and how he’d argue that is absolutely not the case, and he laughs inwardly a bit at that.

(The story in which Yuuri Katsuki wins everything there is to win and retires as Japan's living legend, because he's incredible and beautiful and he deserves it. Aka 'Yuuri wins all the gold', the fic.)

Puppy Love (10k)

When Yuuri gets turned into a dog, the last place he expects to end up is Victor Nikiforov's apartment. He learns quickly that the only thing worse than being his idol's pet, is watching him pine for someone else.

Warning: Makkachin has recently passed away at the start of this story.

Twenty-Five Hours (23k)

In which Yuuri spends a 25 hour flight next to Victor Nikiforov, skating legend, and feels it might simultaneously be the best and worst thing that has ever happened to him.

silver scales and golden wishing wells (13k)*

the knights fought valiantly, they have slayed the dragon

Yuuri cried from days on end... he loved that dragon

to the winner goes the gold (900)

In which Yuuri and Viktor are competing against each other in the following year's Grand Prix Final, and they're still (very much) smitten with each other.

“Skater Katsuki, anything you want to say to your fellow skaters before the competition?”

“Viktor Nikiforov,” Katsuki says, “just know that once I win gold, you’ll be doing the dishes for an entire month.”

Then he smiles again, sweet and warm, before giving a little wave and heading off through the hall.

cover story (8k) 

Yuuri stares down at the person standing in the doorway. The stranger hisses, "Who do you think you are, anyways?"

Quickly, before he can really think about it, Yuuri responds, "I'm Victor's boyfriend."

It's a lie, but the words feel good in his mouth, and for some reason, he doesn't want to take them back.

Katsudon (7,5k)

Hiroko doesn’t need to see to coat pork cutlets in egg and panko. She has made this dish for her family for over thirty years; she’ll make it another thirty, if she’s lucky.

Now she makes it for Yuuri and Victor as they fly home from Barcelona, with silver around their necks and gold around their fingers.

Victor Effing Nikiforov (13k)*

AU in which Yuuri still doesn’t remember the banquet, somehow doesn’t blow Japanese Nationals, runs into Victor at the World Championships, and has absolutely no idea why his idol is suddenly friendly and incredibly handsy.

Does Yuuri care about his reasons? No. It’s Victor Effing Nikiforov.

Masks off (27k)*

And so the story goes that a playboy comes to a town, makes it fall in love with him and then proceeds to get himself enticed by the most mysterious person there.

Wait... did it really go like that?

Five Kisses (4k)

It hadn’t seemed out of the ordinary at the time. Victor had always been free with his affection; throwing out compliments, light caresses, even the occasional peck to the cheek. After a little over a week of having him as his coach, Yuuri was sure he had gotten used to it. It was just a Westerner thing, no use getting riled up if Victor wasn’t going to be stopping it anytime soon.

Then it happened.

~~~

Victor likes kissing Yuuri and Yuuri is frustratingly dense

lie to make me like you (80k)*

It’s become a game, of sorts, to anyone privy to the fact that the pattern exists in the first place: ask Victor out at the beginning of the month, date for however many days, and wait for the end to come and for Victor to say, always: I couldn’t fall in love with you. Let’s break up.

With All My Heart (52k)

Once upon a time there was a prince and if you stole his heart, you would live forever. But the prince would only have three days left.

Or: the tale of a Heartless King and a scullion.

When Life Gives You Lemons, Add Sugar (11k)

What could possibly be worse than getting stuck with a roommate you weren't expecting?

Discovering that roommate is none other than Viktor f*cking Nikiforov.

i'm just going to the store (7k)*

Accidental masked vigilante Victor Nikiforov.

Or: how Victor's impulsiveness backfires and creates one of the greatest living internet memes to ever come out of Russia.

November's Secret (233k)*

Overwhelmed with anxiety and his fear of failing, Yuuri faces the issue of if he should continue skating. His best friend, Yuko, proposes a solution - if no one knows it's you, then it's less embarrassing, right? Yuuri begins to create a completely new disguise and persona.

But it works a little too well.

Before he knows it, Yuuri has become the biggest mystery of the skating world and everyone wants to know who he is. Especially Viktor Nikiforov, the idol he's been loosely basing his new persona on for years.

Maelstrom (43,5k)

Victor Nikiforov is poised to win gold in his fifth consecutive Grand Prix Final. He has the world at his feet, is unparalleled in the sport--right up until a snowstorm blows into Sochi, and he finds himself repeating the same day over and over and over. He stumbles over Yuuri Katsuki, and everything changes.

how the mighty fall (in love) (29k)

Every Victor Nikiforov fan has three things in common. 1. They have unrealistic expectations for romance. 2. They mark their calendars with the dates of his newest book releases and the premieres of his latest movie adaptations. 3. They either passionately hate or love his greatest rival, a mysterious author whose pseudonym is only two letters: “KY.”

Allure (11k)*

Yuuri was the most powerful vampire at Hasetsu until he left for Detroit.

After his return for the first time in five years, his priority is training for the Grand Prix with Viktor. Other vampires have steadily invaded his territory, but he's not interested in reasserting his dominance too strongly…Until he catches one of them feeding on Viktor to the point of death in an alleyway.

[dljohnsonmusic-blog]

Six Shots – Juke Joint Revival New EP Interview

On July 8th, 2019, I jumped in my truck and took the drive from my Southern Indiana home over to Justin Scott Spicer’s house on the Southern side of Louisville, Kentucky. Justin is the lead guitarist and provides background vocals for Juke Joint Revival (JJR). Arriving at a little before I was supposed to be there, 6:30 pm, I pull up to Justin’s house, with him sitting on his porch, awaiting for his bandmates and I to arrive. I was the first one there, and after a small chat on the porch, we proceeded into his the living room and to hang out until everyone arrives. He and I sat on the couch, proceeded to catch up, as I’ve known Justin for about seven years.  While we chatted about music, I asked him what was in the case sitting next to me here by the couch and he told me I could open it and take it out. It is a classic Hondo, Z style guitar in a near perfect natural finished top. So, while we chatted and waited, I picked at the strings.

He, Kevin Cox (Lead singer and rhythm guitarist for Juke Joint Revival) and I played a small gig together about seven year ago, which was the first time that I had met him.  Kevin played rhythm guitar and provided vocals that evening while Justin played lead and rhythm guitar and I played drums. It was mostly a long jam session, but it was a great time!

The reason I am here at Justin’s this evening, is a direct result of a conversion that I had with Kevin Cox (Lead singer and rhythm guitarist for Juke Joint Revival), which he asked me if I would do a review of their new EP that is due to be released on July 19th, 2019. I graciously said I would be honored to do it. In our discussion, we talked about it being a little bit more than just a EP review of their music, but a short interview session.  As I said, it’s an honor, as I have known Kevin for over 8 years, even playing with him for some time.  He is a great singer and songwriter, that has a knack for developing lyrics and hearing the musical that needs to accompany it.

It’s also because, well these types of articles are rarer now days than they were when I was growing up, as he had to hustle to get our hands on a Rock magazine to keep up with what was going on outside of what we could get from the radio personalities.  Now everything is scattered throughout the internet, interviews are posted on Youtube and it’s a little harder for the local bands to get their names out in front of people.  Word of mouth and social media are the norms now.

So as Justin and myself sat and enjoyed a cold one, Freddy was the next to arrive, hauled in his bass and pedal board, took it down to the basement, where they conduct their practice sessions.  I have known Freddy for about four or five years through watching the band over this period. He is one of the best bassist in the Louisville area and I believe to be really underrated.

Eric was the next to arrive, brought in his snare and just needed to the rest of his kit that was in the back of Kevin’s vehicle and he would be set. This is the only the second time that I have met Eric, the first being several weeks ago at JJR’s show at a small music festival here in Louisville, Ky.  The cat can surely hold is own with any drummer that I know.

The four of us, sat around and talked music and shooting the bull, until Kevin arrives. We all chip in and help load in the drum kit.  Eric gets setup and they are ready to go.  A fine tuning and right into playing through their new songs.

If you have not heard of Juke Joint Revival (http://facebook.com/kyjukejointrevival), they are a Louisville, Kentucky based band specializing in Rock ‘N Roll blues music with their own bit of favor, they call Stank.

The group consists of course from the previously mentioned member: Kevin Cox on lead vocals and rhythm guitar, Justin Scott Spicer on lead guitar and background vocals, Freddy Griesbaum on bass and background vocals and Eric Vaughn Schneeberger on drums.

After their practice session, he had a chance to sit down and me be able to field them some question's in regards to this new EP.  I was also fortunate enough to be provided a copy of the new EP to listen to before I conducted the interview.

The first question that I asked them was in regards to the title of their new EP, which even though I had listened to the songs that are included on it, the name was yet to be known to me.  They informed me it was called “Six Shots” and I asked why they decided on this title.  Justin was the first to answer with, “It’s six shots to the listener’s ears!” We all chimed in with laughter and then Kevin added, “6 songs = 6 bullets = Six Shots!”

The EP itself was recorded and produced by James Wood in the sticks of Tennessee as Kevin put it. Referring to James Wood studio in Nashville, TN named, “Another Voice Without a Sound Studio’s” (www.anothervoicewithoutasound.com). Eric had made joke earlier in practice that they recorded this EP in a day and a half, which Justin confirmed saying, “Eric wasn’t joking….6 songs in a day and a half.” Which even in today’s world of recording, is a feat, but if you are prepared such as they were and have some recordings ahead of time and have put the work into getting the songs right before going in the recording studio, this can happen.

I asked the members, what they thought their fans could expect from this new material.  “They can expect a pure rock ‘n roll album with the “Stank on it!” as Justin put it.  “Good old fashioned rock ‘n roll with some of that juke joint stank!” is how Kevin put it.  This stank that they refer, sort of hard to put into words, it’s more of a feel, something like mixing the rock blues with a bit of funk thrown in there, but let me say, it makes them distinct in this regards compared to other rock blues bands.

This is the first time that James Wood and the band have worked together and first time that the band had made the almost two hour drive down to the Nashville, TN from Louisville, Ky as Kevin informed me.  Justin reflected this by saying,  “We had a great time. First evening we got there and just hung out and partied and got acquainted. He (James Wood) had been working on our setup a couple of weeks before we got there. So he was ready, he had heard the songs before we got there. We got up early had some breakfast then went to work. We recorded everything live, then over dubbed (the) lyrics, then my solos last.” Justin also informed me that James Wood also provided some of his musical proneness, just just his recording, production and mastery, he also plays the cello on one of the songs on the EP.

We discussed what the fans might expect from this new EP, but let’s take a second to talk about what your style of music is like, for those that have not had the opportunity to experience JJR. Justin described it, “It has that old school 70’s throwback classic rock/heavy blues thing going on. Great stripper music, we like to say!” Now, in reality you can never have enough stripper music, supply and demand will not go away anytime soon, and as we joked, AC/DC has made millions with their songs.

Our attention then moved to discussing the songs that make up this EP, with the first one entitled, “Above the Law.” It’s “...a fictional song that entails breaking free from prison and going on a crime spree with this lady friend,” as Kevin put it.  Now that is truly a good old fashioned rock ‘n roll blues journey.  As Justin put it, “That’s what makes good rock ‘n roll. And all these tunes have that element.”

Your next song is named “I am”, you start off with a special intro, that I won’t give away, but the lyrics, “I’ll be your light, when you have none.” Some power stuff in this one?

“It will be hard for me to answer many questions about these songs because, I don’t think we ever discuss as a whole much where these songs come from in Kevin.

Which I’m (in) a way cool (with) because it leads us to our own interpretations. When I play this song, I think of all “I am” to people who need me. I feel like I can be those things sometimes and sometimes I’m not those things. Both emotions give me that chance to deliver them emotionally.  This song is a personal proclamation for me and I didn’t even even write (it). I feel like Kevin is great at bringing us all into his words this way, time and time again,” added Eric.

“I feel the same. Not so much about these six tunes. But a lot of our other tunes, I can swear he wrote them about me at times!” as Justin proclaimed.

The next song that we discussed, has what I think is straight outta rock ‘n roll stripper music, as far as the music goes, it’s named “Say Your Prayers.” As Kevin put it, “Say Your Prayers” is a fictional song that represents, for him, how he often sees a toxic relationship. “Basically a guy telling a girl he doesn’t care for her.”

Kevin took a moment to respond to Justin and Eric’s comments on his song writing saying, “You guys are way to kind. 90% of what I write now is inspired by my bandmates. I feel an energy when we play that I don’t feel any where else. It is a wonderful feeling for a songwriter.”

Eric then added that for “Say Your Prayers”, “I’ve also been able to loose myself in these words, as I’m playing. It’s a chance where Kevin has spoken for a feeling we have all had at one point or another. A girl who is attracted to many, but not good for most.

That whole thing of “I don’t love you, I don’t care” gives me those chills of that I do care and I do love you but, I know this is no good.”

The next song that we discussed from the CD is entitled “Get Us Out of Here,” and I must admit, it made me speechless when I first heard it. “This song to me is about being reminded to be humble. How you can have everything you ever wanted and still not be fulfilled and that we all know there is a place for us to grab a piece of that peace that we all seek. Quoting Kevin, “We were down to nothing,” that starts me already in a place where I have to be humble and I try to reflect that in the beat itself. Sparse, simple, held back, humble,” as Eric put it.

Kevin said that it’s, “Definitely a personal song to me. It’s the struggle of being poor...finding success...then being rich and miss the simple times of being poor.  Basically promising his women he will get them out of any situation she wants.”

“Drinking Song” is the next one of the EP, in my opinion is the perfect gig song, since most of us play in bars and this is about drinking. “Drinking Song is a song about who I used to be back when I drank.  I liked to drink, fight and have sex,” as Kevin put it. Justin concurred as he really relates from the days that he was out of control, it was him, all the way.  He also added, “That’s why I say it’s like he’s (Kevin) writing about me. And he (Kevin) always says I’m the way he used to be.”

We have now arrived at the final song that you guys included on the EP, named “NBR 13?” “Number 13 was written right after a big fight between a girlfriend and I. Her favorite number is 13, which is considered an unlucky number.” as Kevin informed me. However, Eric stated that what she doesn’t realize is that he is her rare, lucky ball and that this song makes him feel, “Above the Law” like I’m some undiscovered luck or unlucky gem.”  Justin added, “I love the was we jam this song! It might be 4 minutes...it might be 14 minutes!”

Eric also added talking about the band: “We all come from different backgrounds, projects and we all line up like stars to give these words a life of their own. And no one is rocking it quite as straight forward as us!”

There you have it, Juke Joint Revival talking about their new EP, due out July 19th, 2019, along with some details of the recording and production and some insight on their rocking blues with some stank songs.

They have a CD release party on the same day as the release, at Tim Faulkner’s Gallery (www.timfaulknergalleryart.com), located at 991 Logan Street, Louisville, Ky 40203. This includes a star studded lineup supporting them on this night.

Opening the show around 7pm will be solo performances by Louisville’s own recording artist’s Country Cat Hugh Hill, Matt Jaggers and Chad Kaiser.

Then at 9 pm, another of Louisville’s own recording artist, the Tunesmith’s will be taking the stage working the crowd to a frenzy,

About 10 pm, Juke Joint Revival taking the stage and if they were playing under a roof, they would probably blow it off, but I’m sure that neighborhood association will have a thing or two to say to the owner of Faulkners.

As Justin stated, “Be ready to rock your asses off. Because to this band, this a big deal putting out our hearts and souls. So we’re going to bring the fire and Stank!”

Come out and support Juke Joint Revival and the other the local artist performing on this special night and make sure get your hands on one of these “Six Shots” EPs.  This first batch are not going to last long! I can guarantee it!

Check out Juke Joint Revivals Facebook page here for more details and other details in regards to getting your hand on copy of this EP if you can’t make it out: http://facebook.com/kyjukejointrevival

[thecloserlook]

The Essentials Kit If you love Brian Regan like I do, you can't hear that and not immediately think of his airport bit about the essentials kit they hand you when you lose your luggage. "Oh THIS is essentials kit. Well what was all the crap I was packing?" Anyway, here are a few things that I have found to be "essential" whilst living here, and have made this experience sweeter and easier. 1) Consistent (not constant) Communication From Home I have a posse that keeps my phone blowing up, and its the best. The group texts with my girl siblings and my mom take up most of the storage on my phone (with the constant picture sharing, videos, and reactions). My soon-to-be sister Erica has been inundated as well, and its been a wonderful education for her into exactly what she is getting herself into. Also, my bff Kate is constantly up in my grill for deets. I love that. I love that she is persistent and she pursues me. It is so meaningful to have her as a lifeline to my normal life and to know she will be there when all this ends and I'm trying to find my way back into my old life. Kate, and other amazing friends, have been kindly sending me encouragements throughout our stay here. I took a hiatus from reading through Facebook after the election. I won't lie about it, it was depressing, and that was the reason I stopped. I couldn't handle reading through the hate and hostility, knowing I was miles away from really being of any help or comfort. So cutting that lifeline has been hard, but I find it gives me more reason to reach out and text or call people individually. If someone is on my heart, I just contact them directly, not scroll though their posts to catch up. Which, now that I think about it, sounds stalkerish... I don't want to spend my entire time here electronically bound to my home state. But having some interaction to look forward to every day from home makes this new world not so foreign. 2) Weekly and Monthly Skype/FaceTime Sometimes texting is not enough. Once a week, both of our parents will face time us, and read bedtime stories to Tristan. It has had a dramatic affect on him. He looks forward to seeing them. He really engages with them and what they are saying. And he brings them up in conversation often because he feels like he sees them often. Maintaining that bond has proven to be one of the sweetest gifts since moving here. We also love our 911 Skypes with Joe and Wendy Stigora- who listen to our struggles and counsel us from afar. And anytime a friend is available to just catch up, we love getting to talk in real time. 3) Coordinating Play Dates If there is one thing I could pass on to the moms of the next PC class, it would be to work with the other moms around you to creatively bear the burden of entertaining our kids. Sometimes it is just as simple as trading off whose toys are being played with. One thing that has been a real ACE up our sleeves are the various "passes" we each have purchased that we spread around. It's like a game of Pit. We all have cards and trade cards to benefit from each other's memberships. I take people to the zoo with me every time I go. People take me to the Science Center, or the YMCA pool. I told the group about the Polar Express event at the library. Someone else coordinated a trip to the Fire Co. If we find something fun to do in the area, we spread the word. If there is a good deal on clothes or food somewhere, we share it. No one here is on an island unless they choose to be. Just this weekend I will be displaced from my home for two days while they fix our bathtubs. I will be house hopping and car sharing, coordinated by six other families. It takes a village, and mine rocks. 4) Good Food I have taken this opportunity away from PA to practice some homemaking skills I don't feel are my strengths (there is an endless selection). One of them is cooking. With a smaller budget, I want to be creative, organized, and manage the money wisely. And I want to EAT GOOD FOOD. Here are some of my favorite recipes I have tried so far: {When In KY, Use Bourbon} - Bourbon Chicken (I roasted it, not smoked it) http://amp.timeinc.net/myrecipes/recipe/bourbon-smoked-chicken?source=dam -Food Court Bourbon Chicken (great crockpot recipe) http://www.kitchentrials.com/2016/04/26/bourbon-chicken/ {Must Have Chinese Comfort Food} -Lo Mein (I usually double the sauce, and excuse the language in the title) http://damndelicious.net/2014/10/03/easy-lo-mein/ -Mongolian Beef http://therecipecritic.com/2015/08/slow-cooker-mongolian-beef/ -Chicken and Cashews (I've tried two or three recipes and this was my fave) http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/cashew-chicken/ {Cold Winter Comfort} -Guinness Beef Stew (I made the box Cheddar Biscuits from Red Lobster) http://hostthetoast.com/guinness-beef-stew-with-cheddar-herb-dumplings/ -Beef Bourguignon (I've always wanted to try this, and it did not disappoint! I served it over my creamy mashed potatoes, recipe below) http://theanswerisalwayspork.com/julia-childs-beef-bourguignon/ {Sides That Stand On Their Own) -Pineapple Pear Salsa (grab a shovel for your mouth) http://carlsbadcravings.com/teriyaki-chicken-tacos-with-grilled-pineapple-pear-salsa/ -Melissa's Smooth Taters Boil water and a few strips of bacon on the stove. Peel and roughly cut Yukon potatoes. Add them to boiling water and let cook until soft to touch (use a fork). Sift potatoes out and place into a blender. While the blender is running, add ladles of the boiling water into the potatoes, until the texture is thinned and smoothed like a milkshake. Put mashed potatoes into a large bowl and add one brick of softened cream cheese, a small container of sour cream, 1/3 cup of heavy whipping cream (optional). Stir until blended. To season, add Montreal steak seasoning to taste. {Get Healthy Soup} -Best Chicken Soup Ever (use whatever noodles you like, and it's good with or without the heavy cream) http://carlsbadcravings.com/white-chicken-lasagna-soup-recipe/ {Pasta Please} -Steak and Spinach Pasta http://www.girlgonegourmet.com/pasta-with-steak-and-spinach/ -Cajun Chicken Pasta http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/cajun-chicken-pasta/ 5) A Library Card There are plenty of days where we keep things chill, and having magical worlds at our fingertips help the hours speed by. Especially when our possessions are so limited here, it is wonderful to "own the world" for a day and then give it back (and know we don't have to store it!). 6) Carine Mackenzie's "My 1st Book of Questions and Answers." Someone at the PC was using this and we stole their idea. It is an excellent starter kit for teaching theology to the young mind. It has opened up a whole new world of dialogue for Tristan as he begins to process things more deeply and comprehensively. 7) Scripture Memory I am a singer by nature, and music is a common force of our household. So finding ways to incorporate that into our day is vital for me. There are a lot of kids-songs out there, but I find that it takes a unique gift to put scripture verses into singable melodies. And in all my searching, I keep coming back to Steve Green's Hide 'Em In Your Heart, and GT and the Halo Express. I grew up listening to them, and I just can't improve on their catchiness. I hear Tristan constantly singing them when he is absentmindedly doing something else. He knows so many verses now that he references them often throughout the day. "What's many mansions? What does it mean to be children of God? What is a shepherd? What is a soul? How can a joyful heart be good medicine? Will God always forgive us?" He asks me so many good questions as a result of these memory verses. They are on Spotify and YouTube (or you can purchase them on Amazon). The other tool I have loved is The Kingdom Chums "Top Ten." It's an old cartoon on YouTube. But it is a very winsome and easy to follow musical on the Ten Commandments. And again, Tristan and I sing them when we reach an applicable moment for instruction. 8) Go For Gold We won't really win any awards this year, so we are going for "most visited student of the year." We love that almost every month so far we have seen someone we love from home and shared a meal with them. Family, friends, pastors. We are well loved. And we are so grateful for those connections. We have more visits lined up until we leave, and I think it's safe to say that we will have had a guest or two every month we attended for the year. Too bad we don't have a bigger place! 9) Support The Locals If you are going to eat out, don't pick a chain. And I'm not saying that because I am a food snob. I'm way less concerned about where I eat, and more focused on who I get to eat with. BUT, I will say that anywhere you sojourn, try to embrace the unique opportunities there, especially when it comes to cuisine. This also includes festivals or town events. There are so many good places that are cheap, and you won't find them anywhere else in the world. Date nights don't happen often, but when they do, we try to make them count. 10) Make The Most It's easy to be torn between "get to know everyone" and "I'll only be here for a short time, I don't want to make the transition any harder." But I'm so glad God pushed me out into the community. I know that my crying will be louder and longer when I move back home, because I have met so many wonderful people. But I also know that the Kingdom of Heaven is going to be so much more familiar to me. I know so many saints I didn't before! If you see someone you want to have a conversation with, just go and ask. The worst that could happen is they say "no thanks." And that's fine, you aren't going to be here forever anyway....you won't have lost anything. I have had so many meaningful conversations with pillars in the faith, that walk it out in fear and trembling, in this community, and I have gleaned so much wisdom. If I see someone doing something I admire, I go over and ask them about it. I want to make the access I have here count in as many ways as it can. And I want to know that everywhere I go, I take more and more people in my heart with me.

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Whiskey, Sweetheart: Part 11

Pairing: Norman Reedus x OFC, Past JDM x OFC Warnings: RPF, Smut, Language, Breif Violence, Jealousy, Angst, Older man/Younger Woman.

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Summary: After Jeffrey’s neglect pushed her away and into the arms of his best friend, Norman and Ky have to figure out if their new relationship can withstand not only the aftermath of the unspeakable crime they commited to keep her safe, but the backlash that comes from being co-workers with a very betrayed Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

A/n: This is the Sequel to Anytime, Sweetheart and The Conquests of Norman Reedus. You’ll probably be a bit confused if you haven’t read Conquests yet, though, or at least the Finale, but you could probably figure it out on your own if you don’t want to. But I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to, lol.

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I opened up my mouth to speak, but words wouldn’t come out. 

“Kylin?” Jeffrey growled in a worried tone, his hand reaching to grip my shoulder gently, “Who was that?”

“I...I’m- Uh, nothing.” I mumbled, shaking my head clear. Jeffrey of course cocked an eyebrow in disbelief, but I waved him off with a flick of my hand, “Don’t worry about it, J. None of your concern.”

Jeff gave me a cautious look as we pulled into the parking lot of the production office, Norman’s Triumph perched on its kickstand by my Camero close to the door. The driver put the car in park and we climbed out, my nervousness growing quickly as Norman burst out of the building and ran towards me.

I held out my arms for him to scoop me up and swing me around, his hands diving into my hair as he kissed me deeply before latching his arms around my neck to crush me into his chest. I hugged him back graciously, happy to be able to smell him and feel his comfort surround me again. 

“You okay?” He rasped as he pulled his lips away from mine, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear as he held onto my head. I nodded, my cheek nuzzling into his palm as my eyes closed. 

“Everyone’s waitin’ in the conference room, Jeff.” Norman said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder when we headed towards the door, “Kirkman and Nic freaked out the most on me, but everything seems to have calmed down now.”

“Thanks for doing the grunt work, Bubbah,” Jeffrey chuckled from behind us as Norman held the door open, the three of us shuffling towards the correct office where everyone was expecting us. 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jeffrey exhaled as we exited the building a while later, the bitch fest we’d just gone through mentally exhausting. Norman and Jeffrey both ended p having to sign contracts stating that their involvement in the investigation would not interfere with anything work-related unless absolutely necessary, and we all had to sign one that stated we would not discuss anything about it in public. The network did NOT want to have two of their biggest stars in the news because they were suspected murderers. 

It was past dark by the time we left, and I was thankful that Norman had had the smarts to have both his bike and my car driven up there. Jeff had left one of his at the studio as well, so the men decided that they were going to embark on their search for a drink while I went back to Norman's and went to sleep. 

“You sure you’re gonna be okay?” Norman asked as he climbed on the back of his motocycle. I gave him a smirk and nodded my head.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay?” I replied, my eyes flicking to Jeffrey as I heard the roar of his engine come around the corner of the building.

“I’ll be fine, Sweetheart. Call me when you get home, I’ll wake you up when I get there,” He winked before reeling me in for a kiss, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth for a nibble. I grinned at him and smacked his arm playful, waving to Jeff as Norman pulled on his helmet and I made way for my car. 

“Nice ride, Ms. Ackles,” Jeffrey teased after he’d cut his engine off to wait for Norm, the glass shield of his helmet not hiding his shit-eating grin.

I returned his smile with my own, flipping him off and commenting, “Yeah, some old fucker gave it to me for my birthday. It’s pretty sweet.”

I could hear Norman bark out a laugh as I climbed into the drivers seat, shutting the door and looking over to see Jeffrey returning my middle finger. I smiled again at him and twiddled my fingers in goodbye, the motor under the hood coming to life as I blew Norman a kiss.

I’d tossed and turned in Norman's bed for the last three hours when I heard the familiar rumble followed by the garage door opening. I stayed under the blankets as I listened to him kick his shoes off by the door, his jacket and vest by the sofa, and finally the sound of his heavy footsteps as he stomped up the stairs.

I peered out of the cocoon i’d encased myself in as he opened the bedroom door, the light from the hallway flooding in. He had a goofy grin on his face and choked back a giggle, his hand covering his mouth as his eyes creased.

“You look fucking adorable right now.”

“Fuck you, come cuddle me.” I demanded in a pouty voice, earning me a snort from Norman as he shed his clothes down ot his boxers.

He climbed in under the comforter and covered me in his arms, his body pressing against mine as I nuzzled my nose in the hair on his chest that was tickling my nose. The distinct smell of his expensive cologne filled my nose, and I hummed in satisfaction as I wrapped one of my legs over his hip.

“How did that go?” I asked curoiously as I felt him rub my back.

“Weird.” 

“How so?” I quirked my eyebrow against his skin.

“I dunno. I mean, it was cool, he apologized for being a dick and everything, I guess this whole ordeal gave him some perspective or something, but it was still just...weird. This whole day’s been weird.” 

“You’re tellin’ me” I muttered, adjusting my self to tip my head up and look at him with a smirk.

“I’m glad it’s over and we get to do this, though,” He kissed me gently, his giant hands winding into my hair as he subtly nudged his groin against mine, the both of us reveling in the closeness after one of the scariest days of our lives. His lips became heavier and heavier, right along with the movement of his hips the longer he kissed me, pulling a breathy gasp from me as I tried to catch my breath. 

“I was so fucking scared, Ky,” He rasped, his voice breaking slightly as he rolled over on top of me and held his body above mine. His eyes were watering when he looked down at me, his hair draping into his face as he blinked away the tears. I palmed the side of his face as he closed his lids, his cheek dipping into my hand lovingly. He leaned down again and captured my lips, his tongue instantly demanding entrance to tangle with my own. A low, rumbling growl came from somewhere deep inside him, and I could feel his cock grow thicker against my panties as he rutted it against me. I moaned into his mouth at the friction against my clothed clit, my own hips lifting to feel more of him. 

“I love you,” He whispered against my skin, his hands wandering down my body to pull my panties down before running up under the shirt I’d stolen from him to grip my chest and play with my nipples.

“I love you, too,” I replied as my head tipped back so he could kiss his way down my neck, his thumb and index finger expertly pinching the sensitive knubs and making me writhe for him.

He pulled off of me for a second to kick his boxers off, before rolling us over in the mountain of comforters and pulling me onto his lap. My already slick folds slipped easily over his aching cock, earning me another grown of pleasure from the man below me. 

“So perfect,” He breathed as he looked up at me, his hands gripping my hips as I rocked them back and forth over him a cuople of times to tease him. I let a small whimper leave my lips as the head of his dick rubbed against my clit, the sensation sending a tremor through my body and more wetness slicking his cock.

“You gonna ride me, Whiskey?” He rasped as I lifted up slightly, allowing him to grip his hard-on and position it at my entrance. 

“Yeah, baby,” I sighed as I sunk down on him, feeling every inch of his thickness drag through my quivering core.

“Fuck,” He grunted as my thighs because flush with his, his eyes closing as his fingers dug dangerously into my skin. I lifted my hips again and repeated the action, watching as his mouth dropped open in awe. His large hands moved to my ass, squeezing and kneading the muscle as I began to move up and down, enticing more growls and groans from him. 

He moved his massaging fingertips from my ass up my back, earning himself mewls and keens from me and my sore muscles, my hips rocking back and forth as he worked. He bent his knees behind me for leverage before hooking his hands on the back of my shoulders and thrusting himself impossibly deeper inside me.

“Fuck!” I barked as a delightful pain shot through me, knocking the breath out of my lungs as he did it again.

“Look at you,” He growled, his fingernails dragging down my spine as he continued to thrust his hips upwards, snarling as my own nails found purchase on his chest as I tried to keep up with the deliciously punishing pace he set, “Take it, Whiskey.”

“Fucking shit, Norman,” I choked as I impaled myself again and again, my wetness coating him as my already fluttering walls began to clench his thickness, “I’m gonna come.”

“Fuck, already?” He rasped with a smirk, pushing me with a hand on my chest so I leaned on my arms behind me, my knees coming up so my feet were flat on either side of his ribs, “Come for me, Ky.”

“Norman,” I whined as he returned to the same brutal rhythm, my head thrown back and eyes squeezing shut as I balanced my weight on one hand while bring thing other to rub my swelling clit, “Fuck, baby.”

“Mm, yeah, let me see you rub that pussy for me, baby,” He growled as he kneaded the flesh of my spread thighs, his lip trapped between his teeth as his eyes preyed on the sight in front of him, “Come on, Kylin, let Daddy see you come.”

His filthy words frazzled my brain, my body suddenly humming as I gushed over him, the sight making him suck in a breath and release a hearty growl that vibrating through me. He watched as my soaked lips tightened around his throbbing dick, the moist skin trembling as I moved my hand away and lifted myself back forward, my knees finding themselves holding me up again. 

“That’s it, girl,” He panted as his hands wound into my hair, scratching at my scalp as he raised up to kiss me, his mouth still gasping against mine as he started to move again, “Fuck.”

My thighs burned with exersion as I came down from my blissfull high, and I gripped his shoulders and rolled him on top of me with an exasperated grunt, earning me a chuckle from him as he smirked down at me. He leaned his head down and kissed me again, licking my bottom lip before pulling itinot his teeth to knaw on on for a moent before rasping, “Tired already, sweetheart?”

“Fuck you,” I breathed, a giggle leaving my lips that quickly transformed into a pleasure-filled moan as he thrust back into me swiftly.

“You are,” He teased before attacking my jaw and neck with his tongue, his hips rocking steadily into my heat and curling my toes. My hands clawed at his back as his pace increased, and I mewled for him as he groped my breast through the thin material of the shirt I was still wearing. 

“Fuck, Ky,” He snarled as he let his arm hook under the back of my knee, lifting it towards my chest to pin against the mattress, “Pussy is jus’ too damn good, girl.”

“Then fuck it up, baby,” I cooed, bucking my hips up to his to meet his thrusts as my hands wound themselves into his messy hair and pulled sharply, “Fuck me up, Daddy.”

A low, gravelly rumble cascaded out of him as the hand that had been groping my tit slithered up my body and grasped my throat, squeezing my airway closed as he unleashed a barrage of punishing, bruising pumps into my slick, wet, and pulsing core. 

“Yeah, that what you want, baby?” He grunted as he continued his movements, our bodies moving roughly together as the sensation of him inside me pushed me closer to another orgasm, “Fuck you raw?”

“Yeah,” I gasped as I attempted to suck in a breath, the process difficult due to his fingers around my neck, “Fuck me.”

He removed his hand from me and a flood of air burst into my lungs, the sudden oxygen making me dizzy as he pulled out and flipped me over, smacking me on the ass with a thundering crack before plunging back into me as deep as he could. He wasted no time in digging the head of his cock into my cervix repeatedly at an unforgiving rate, ripping a scream from my lungs as he hit my g-spot so sweetly that I came undone again.

“Fuck yeah, girl, gimme it,” He grunted at the feeling of my walls collapsing around him, slapping my ass again as he continued to use his dick a battering ram against my poor organs. 

“Shit, Whiskey, you’re gonna make me come,” He gasped as I moaned loudly for him, my eyes rolling back into my head as I still writhed with pleasure. 

He came with a shout of my name as he ripped himself from me and shot his release across my back, my body collapsing with exhaustion onto the mattress as we both tried to catch our breath.

I felt him stumble off the end of the bed after a moment, his breathing still as labored as mine as I lay there face down in the cloud of blankets and sheets. He came back a second later and wiped the mess off my back with a hand towel before tossing it to the floor and crawling under the heap of comforters with me. 

I wanted to tell him then, as I lay there with my face in his chest, my nose tickled by the wiry hair there as I nuzzled into him. But I couldn’t.

“Jesus Christ, Ky, slow down!” Misha bitched I dragged him through the hallway, taking all the quickest routes I’d found to get him to the photo op that he was already late for.

“Hurry your fuckin’ ass, dude. Where the hell is your handler? Why do I always end up having to do this shit?” I griped right back as I finally found the correct passage to the large area where we were supposed to be. I pushed him past the curtain and everyone erupted in cheers, Misha waving like he wasn’t the most annoying person in the world. 

“’Bout time you showed up,” Jensen tutted at the both of us from his place a little bit down the table. I squinted my eyes at him while Misha giggled.

“Sorry I’m late, guys, Ky let me oversleep,” He scapegoated with a wink in my direction, which I returned with flipping him off, earning us another chuckle from the waiting fans, “Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”

“I swear to god I can’t stand you sometimes,” I mumbled as I took my seat in between him and my brother, leaning over to kiss Jensen on the cheek. The ticket holder began urging the women forward, and Misha put on his best, gummy smile and flamboyantly greeted his fans. 

It was nice to be around family and have them be able to take my mind off of everything that had been occurring over the weeks since the interrogation. Our lawyer kept in constant contact with us, always having to be notified when we had to travel for work, as well as him updating us on the status of the investigation. He’d heard that Anthony’s mother had been extremely adamant that she didn’t believe I would have anything to do with his disappearing, and agreed with my testimony of him having multiple enemies. So far everything seemed to be working out as intended, and none of us were in any immediate danger. 

I still hadn’t told anyone about the other circumstance that I’d found myself in, but I did get a strange look from Jared when I’d turned down a offered drink the night before when Karaoke had ended. I’d been able to brush him off with little resistance, though, simply telling him I had a headache and didn’t want to make it worse. He let it go, kissed my forehead, and told me to go to bed. 

I didn’t know how I was going to tell Norm. He’d always stated very specifically that he was done having kids, and it was never something that I even thought about being a thing. Of course, we never really took very many precautions, so it was probably inevitable, I just wasn’t sure how Norman would take it. 

We were scheduled to be headed to Finland the next week for the Valentine’s Episode of RIDE, and I knew I needed to see a doctor beforehand. How I was going to do that without Norman finding out was still a mystery to me, but I wanted to make sure everything was certain before I told him. 

Plus, I had to work up the guts first.

After autographs I escorted Misha to the panel he was due at before joining Rob and Rich in the greenroom while we waited. I plopped down in the fluffy couch next to Rob, who rested his head on my shoulder as he strummed a few chords on his acoustic. 

“You wanna sing with me tonight?” He asked after a moment, passing the guitar off to me before nuzzling his face in my hair, “It’s been a while.”

“That could be fun,” I replied as I let my fingers pick across the strings gently, “What d’you wanna play?”

“Dunno,” He shrugged, drumming his fingers over the body of the guitar as I continued to play around, “Got any ideas?”

“Not really. Whatever you wanna do, you know I’m down.”

“What’s this I hear about Ky being down for whatever Rob wants to do?” Rich suddenly inturrpted, his phone’s camera facing the two of us on the couch, “Say ‘Hello’ to Dickchat!”

“Jesus Christ,” Rob griped as he flipped the camera off at the same time I did, the both of us busting out laughing as Richard returned the favor behind the screen.

“You see how these assholes treat me around here?” Richard narrated before ending the Snap and pulling the guitar out of my hands. Robbie instantly moved out of the way as Rich’s fingers attacked my ribcage, anticipating my flying limbs as he tickled me. I was able to push him off finally wiht my feet at the same time that my phone started vibrating, Norman’s face flashing on the screen. 

“Richard! Leave me the fuck alone!” I bitched as I swatted at him again while pulling the phone to my ear to answer, “Hey, babe.”

“What are you up to?” Came his gravely voice on he other line, eliciting a smile from my face as I kicked Richard in the shin again, earning me a chuckle from Norman as he heard the other man cry out in pain, “Kickin’ someone’s ass already?”

“Fucking Rich keeps fucking with me, and Robbie’s not defending my honor!” I complained with a whiney tone as I smacked Rob on the arm, making him bark out a, “What the fuck?!” in defense. 

I finally managed to stand up and get away from Richard, who stole my seat next to Rob immediately. I held the phone away from my mouth for a second to let Misha’s handler know that I was going outside for a smoke, and for them to come find me if anything crazy happened. 

I exited the double doors and into the bright sunshine, the Florida wind blowing around me. It was chilly, but not near as cold as New York or Vancouver had been, thank Chuck.

“How’s your weekend goin’?” Norman asked as I lit my cigarette and inhaled the toxic smoke, mentally preparing myself for having to quit.

“Same shit, different city,” I answered upon exhale, the thick cloud of carcinogens disappearing into the air, “Robbie asked me to sing with him tonight.”

“Well that’s cool, you haven’t done that in a while, right?” Norman beamed, the sound of a lighter being heard through his end as he lit his own smoke, “What ya gonna be singin’?” 

“Dunno yet, Rob’s gonna probably get with the guys and see what they wanna do.” I said as I took another drag, flicking the ashes onto the concrete sidewalk, “Wish you were here.”

“I know babe, but this time next week we’re going to be gazing up at the Northern lights and it’s gonna be amazing.” Norman promised with a sweetness to his voice that made me smile. 

“I know, I just miss you.” I sighed, worrying my cigarette against the side of the building before bringing it to my lips again.

“Miss you too, Whiskey baby.” He cooed in response, making me giggle lightly as I finished the rest of my smoke and headed back towards the door.

“How’s your explorations with Austin going?” I asked as I made my way back into the greenroom after checking everything was still going well at the panel with Misha. 

“Fuuuunnn,” He chuckled, the sound of him breathing into the receiver following as I entered the room, finding it mostly empty, save for a few handlers roaming about, “I’d rather be with you, though.”

“Of course you would, who wouldn’t want to spend all their time with me?” I joked as I plopped down in the seat I’d taken earlier on the fluffy couch, picking up Robbie’s guitar again. 

“You’re ridiculous, kid,” Norman snorted in return, making me roll my eyes and giggle at him. 

“Whatever,” I tutted as I cradled the phone on my shoulder and played along the frets, twinkling out notes here and there until the sound of the band playing Misha’s song caught my ears, signalling that the panel was coming to an end, “I gotta go, babe, duty calls.”

“Alright. I’ll see you soon, with a big bottle of Whiskey, Sweetheart.”

Yikes.

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Whiskey, Sweetheart: Part 6

Pairing: Norman Reedus x OFC, Past JDM x OFC Warnings: RPF, Smut, Language, Breif Violence, Jealousy, Angst, Older man/Younger Woman.

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Summary: After Jeffrey’s neglect pushed her away and into the arms of his best friend, Norman and Ky have to figure out if their new relationship can withstand not only the aftermath of the unspeakable crime they commited to keep her safe, but the backlash that comes from being co-workers with a very betrayed Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

A/n: This is the Sequel to Anytime, Sweetheart and The Conquests of Norman Reedus. You’ll probably be a bit confused if you haven’t read Conquests yet, though, or at least the Finale, but you could probably figure it out on your own if you don’t want to. But I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to, lol.

Italasized paragraphs in the beginning part is an excerpt from Anytime, Sweetheart, Chapter 5, if anyone was wondering.

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We were standing on the roof of the building, surrounded by a bout a hundred other people, but the only person in my line of vision was Jeffrey. I looked up at him, arms around his neck, feeling his hands at my hips as he swayed us to the rhythm of the music being played.

  "You’re so fucking beautiful.“ He breathed, leaning down to touch his for head to mine. I closed my eyes and smiled as the 10 second countdown began. I raised my eyes back to him as the seconds ticked by, and found myself lost in his irises. He rubbed his hands up my body and pushed them into my hair in the final seconds...

3...2...1.

I was jolted from my drunken stupor that I’d induced when the door to the greenroom that I’d been hiding out in busted open and a very, very intoxicated Jeffrey practically fell through. Rolling my eyes as I sat up, I gathered my things and made ready to get the fuck out of there as fast as possible, doing my best to not make eye contact as the room swayed too and frow. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled once he saw me, straightening his posture to give the mirage of being some-what coherent, “Didn’t know you were in here.” 

“S’fine.” I drawled lazily, shoving my belongings into my purse and moving to stand. The sudden movement unnerved my brain, though, and I wavered for a moment before stumbling back into the cushions. 

“You alright?” He inquired, leaning against the wall as he picked at the food laid out on the service table, his hooded eyes concerned but still drunken.

“M’fine, just drunk.” I answered, resting my elbows on my knees to cup my face in my hands, trying to gather the sobriety to move before an argument could ensue. The truth of the matter was I was far from fine, or okay. The day being what it was took a bigger toll on me than I thought it would, and seeing him there now only made my chest clench and more guilt trickle its way into my heart.

“Meee toooo.” He chuckled, taking another bite of the taquito he’d been nibbling on. I nodded my head with a snort before attempting one more time to stand. 

It didn’t work.

My stomach flip flopped and the room spun, my legs giving out and my ass planting firmly back into the couch as I lurched forward and grabbed the tiny trashcan beside me just in time to spill my guts into it. As I heaved, I could feel chilly fingers pulling my hair out of my face and a strong hand gently rubbing my back in a soothing movement. 

“You’re alright, babydoll, just get it out.” 

Once the choking subsided, Jeffrey stood for a second to grab a water bottle, handing it to me as I wiped my mouth.

“Thanks,” I said shyly, looking up at him from where I sat with a small smile. 

“No problem.” He grunted, sinking into the other side of the couch with a huff. He scrubbed his face with his jaw as he eyed me, smirk playing on his lips as he asked, “Why you hidin’?”

“I’m not hiding,” I grumbled, leaning my head against my arms on the side of the sofa, “I jus’ got drunk early.”

“I can see that.”

“What’s your excuse?”

“I don’t have one.”

I turned my head to see him resting his temple on his knuckles, gazing off across the room for a moment before finding my eyes. He shook his head before looking away again and mumbling,”Today’s just a hard day.”

I rolled my eyes as I sat up, shaking my head and gathering my wits and the rest of my things, “Whatever.”

Jeffrey’s hand wrapped around my wrist, forcing me to look at him again. His eyes said that he genuenly was upset, and the tears welling in the corners of his creases sent another ping through my heart. 

“I....Will you...I’m....” He attempted, letting go of my wrist to look off again, shaking his head as he tried to find the words, “I don’t know what to say to you, Ky.” 

I stared at him for a moment before saying, “Tell me why you pushed me away, Jeffrey.”

His eyes closed at the request, his hands cupped over his nose and mouth as he sniffled, fighting the tears from leaving his eyes. He sniffed again and removed his hands, resting his forearms on his knees as he looked to the ground, “I dunno, love. You scared the shit outta me I guess.”

A scoff left my throat before I could stop myself, “Really, Jeff? You dunno how to fucking talk to someone?”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” He rasped, scrubbing his face again with a  sigh, “I fucked up.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“Quit it, brat. I’m tryin’ to appologize.”

“Don’t call me that.” 

“Why?” He snorted, leaning back into the seat with a cocky smirk plastered on his face and chuckling, “Norm call you that yet?”

“Fuck you,” I growled, narrowing my eyes at him, causing him to chuckle further.

“Haven’t shown him that side yet, huh?” He poked, crossing his arms and quirking a brow.

“Stop being an asshole.” I growled, jaw clenched.

“You used to love that about me.”

“Fuck you, Jeff.” I repeated, snatching my bag up and standing, “You fucked up. Don’t be pissed that I’m happy now.”

“You’re supposed to be happy with me!” He roared, suddenly rising to his feet and pointing at his chest, “You’re supposed to be mine!”

“Then you shouldn’t have thrown that away!” I exclaimed back, taking a step forward and craning my neck to look at him, “You’re the one who wasn’t there for me.”

His lips were on mine before I could blink, the heavy odor of whiskey stinging my mouth and assaulting my senses. He attempted to wrap his arms around me to pull me closer, but I quickly shoved against his chest with my hands before slaping him as had as possible across his face.

“What in the fuck, Jeff?!” I screeched, wiping the spit from my lips as he backed away, covering his own mouth with his hand and closing his eyes in embarrassment.

“Fuck, Ky, I’m-”

“Just stop, Jeff. Fucking stop,” I Seethed, holding my hand up to keep him from speaking. I turned to walk out of the room but stopped and faced him again, squinting dangerously, “You fuckin’ touch me again, you say any more shit again, and I’ll give you another fuckin’ reason to be scared of me.”

I was on an airplane to New York before I could blink, and in an Uber to Norman’s apartment before I could breathe. Banging on the door at 2 in the  morning probably wasn’t the nicest thing to do without calling, but I wasn’t even thinking about it. Norman answered the door finally, rubbing his eyes in his sleepy haze. I didn’t really even give him the chance to realize what was going on before I felling into his bare chest and started bawling.

“Shhhh, babe, what’s going on?” He asked as tipped my chin up for him to wipe the tears away from my face, “What happened?”

“Fucking Jeff. He-” I choked, sobbing again as I was unable to get the words out, “He kissed me and-”

“He fucking what?” Norman growled, his arms tightening around me and his jaw chenching.

“I was in the greenroom passed out, he came in and we were talking and I got sick and he-”

“And you kissed him back?” He asked, holding me out from him by my upper arms suddenly. 

Anger coursed through me as a new set of tears let loose down my cheeks. I slapped his arms away from me and gave him a look of betrayal, “No, Norman. What the fuck? I slapped the shit out of him and threatened his life. Jesus Christ.”

I turned my back to him and stomped into his living room and shoved myself down on one of the cushions by the window, “I can’t believe you just said that.”

Norman crossed his arms and leaned his hip against the couch, the muscles in his chest and arms flexing with his frustration, “What happened then?”

Scoffing, I crossed my own arms and stared blankly to down to the city streets, “Fuck you.”

“So now I get to deal with this shit, huh? You show up in the middle of the night, say some shit, and get to be a bitch?” Norman challenged, lifting his hands up in question as he took a step forward, “I’m not putting up with that shit, Ky.”

“I’ll fuckin’ leave then,” I hissed, standing up and making my way to the door for my bag. 

Norman growled again as he raked a hand through his sleep-tangled hair, snatching me by the wrist before I could get to the handle, “Stop.”

“Fuck you,” I snarled back, jerking my wrist out of his grasp and pointing at him sharply, “I came to you because you’re supposed to be the one I go to for everything. You're supposed to be the one who’s got my back.”

“I do.” He rebutted, shaking his head as he exhaled deeply, attempting to calm his anger.

“Then have some fuckin’ faith in me, for fuck’s fuckin’ sake.” I snapped.

“I’m sorry, okay? I told you I wasn’t good at this shit.” He replied, stepping away and moving back towards the couch. He sat down with a sigh and another quick shake of his head before lighting a cigarette and putting his head in his hands.

“You don’t have to be good at relationships to not assume the worst all the damn time. You really think that little of me?” I snarked, joining him in the room and standing in front of him.

���Whiskey, sweetheart, I-” He started, lifting his head to look at me before I cut him off.

“No, don’t ‘Whiskey’ me, right now, Norman. That was fucking bullshit, and you know it. I get that I don’t have an amazing fucking track record, but shit, neither do you, and I don’t go throwing that in your face, now do I?”

“I never meant to throw anything in your face, okay? Just the thought of him...touching you...Kylin, I saw how much you two meant to each other.”

“Yeah, and you also saw how it fell the fuck apart, too, right?” I retorted, crossing my arms and cocking a hip out to the side, “You saw how I ran to you, right?”

“Yeah, and here I am fucking it up.” Norman suddenly boomed, standing up and pacing back and forth in front of the window, taking a drag from the cigarette, he lowered his tone of voice and rasped, “What if I fuck it up some more and you run back to him, huh?”

“God, I could fucking knock the hell out of you right now, you know that? Seriously, Fuck. You.” I seethed, stomping my foot in frustration before storming off down the hallway.

“Where are you going?” He asked, trailing behind me down the hall.

“To fuckin’ bed. I’m done with this bullshit. Work yourself out and then talk to me when you’re not being fucking retarded.” I said before slamming the door of his guest room in his face and collapsing on the bed.

I woke up the next morning as warm arms and cold toes trapped me against a strong chest. Norman nuzzled his face into my hair from behind me, and my eyes fluttered open as I felt him inhale my scent. He burrowed deeper until he got to the flesh of my neck, kissing it lightly before rasping, “M’sorry.”

I rolled over in his arms to face him, the sun shining through the curtains behind him giving him a halo of light behind his head. I stared into his eyes for a moment before sighing gently, “You have to trust me, babe.” 

“I do,” he said genuinely, his eyes trailing away from my face in shame, “I just....I don’t know.”

“You have nothing to be insecure of, Norman. Understand that.” I promised, rolling my eyes at his uncontrolled smirk at the accidental innuendo. 

He wrapped his arms tighter around me, pulling my face against his chest, “I have a lot of things to be insecure about, Kylin.” He tucked his chin to rest against my head, his shoulders sagging as he sighed, “My ability to be in a relationship is obviously one of them.”

“Just stop overthinking.” I answered simply, wrapping my own limbs tighter around him.

“I feel like I’ve said that to you before.” He snorted.

“Probably, but it’s the truth.” I said, kissing the skin against my lips, “I’m not going anywhere.” 

“I know. I really do know that, I promise.”

“Good.”

“Now, I have question for you.”

“Too early for questions.” I mumbled, followed by muffling a yawn into his chest.

“What’re you doin’ for Valentines Day?”

“Hopefully you,” I giggled, earning me a smack on the ass.  

“Seriously.” He quirked, grin crooked. 

“What are you trying to plan?”

“Well I heard there’s this band in Finland you like...” He trailed off, watching my eyebrows shoot up and my mouth drop open, “And I know some people who know some people...”

“What are you saying, Norm?”

“Well you see, RIDE just got renewed, right?”

“Yessss...” I hissed, eyes narrowing in suspicion, “Get to the point.”

“Well, I got tickets to their Valentine’s Day show in Helsinki, the producers thought it would be a cool new place to go.”

“Are you asking me to be on the show?”

“Maybeeee. What do ya say?”

I smiled, beamed, really, up at him and tightened my arms before squealing, “Of fucking course dude! Thank you, baby!”

He squeezed me just as tight and nuzzled into my hair, planting kisses everywhere he could reach before pulling away and patting my ass again, “Good. Now I gotta get up.”

“Where are you going this early?”

“Gotta talk show today, help me pick out a suit.” He answered, rolling out of bed and standing. 

I stretched in the sheets before hauling myself up, rubbing my eyes and yawning, “I need some coffee before I play stylist.”

“You know where the coffee machine is, girl. Go make some and hurry back before I find something that makes me look like a dork.”

“So, Norman, you have another show on AMC as well as The Walking Dead, right? A motorcycle show?” 

“Uh, yeah, I go around and pick up my friends and we go on these little excursions throughout a area, check out the local landmarks and stuff. It’s really cool and really fun.” Norman replied, swiping his upper lip with his finger tips while nodding his head.

“Where’s the funnest place you’ve been?” She asked, smiling brightly at him before taking a sip of her coffee. 

“Well, me and Jeffrey Dean Morgan went to Spain last year, and that was pretty awesome, me and one of my friends from the band Mastadon went to New Orleans and that was a pretty knarly experience, too.” 

“Are you guys going to be doing a new season this year?”

“Yeah, actually, we start filming next month. I’m taking my girlfriend to Finland.”

“Girlfriend?”

Immediately realizing his screw up, Norman’s ears turned bright red and he covered his face with his hands as the crowd erupted. Shaking his head at himself, he looked up to the ceiling and groaned, “Ohhhh, she’s gonna kill me.”

“So, do we know who this girlfriend of your’s is?” She teased haughtily, wagging her eyebrows in his directing and further deepening his blush. 

He snorted back a laugh, his face burning red, “I’m sure everyone’s seen the pictures.”

“But we’re not gonna talk about that, huh?”

“I’d rather not, ha-ha,”

“So what’s in Finland?”

“Well a few buddies of mine out there ride, so we’re gonna go see them and then ride to a concert in Helsinki. It’s gonna be pretty dope.”

“That sounds amazing...” 

The rest of the interview was without mishap, thankfully, and was quickly over. I sighed as I clicked off the T.V in the living room and made my way back into the bedroom to sleep a little longer. Laying face down in the pillows and blankets in nothing but my underwear and a tank top, I dozed off until he got back. 

I felt the mattress dip in with weight as a low, timber growl echoed through the spacious room. I smirked to my self, my eyes still closed and my face still covered by the tangling mess that was my hair. His hands came in contact with my ankles first, the thick callouses on his palms brushing tantalizing sparks through my skin as he ran them upward over my calves and thighs as he crawled further onto the bed. 

“Mmmmm,” I mewled, as his bangs tickled my shoulders as he hunched over me, his lips leaving feather-light kisses and goosebumps spreading across my flesh. 

“Don’t you just look delectable.” He rasped, his voice low and gritty in my ear as he moved the hair away from my neck and face to see me. 

“You’re in trouble.” I mumbled, my lids peeking open slightly to glare at him. 

“I knowwww,” He whined, snorting a chuckle as he pressed his forehead to my back and groaned to himself, “I’m an idiot, I’m sorry. Everybody knows anyways.”

“I’ll let your publicist do the work of chewing your head off for me. Back to this massage.” I grumbled, furrowing my brow in demand and stretching my arms and legs out like a starfish across his bed, “You didn’ even wish me Happy New Years yet, dick.”

He let out a  bark of a laugh as he readjusted himself between my legs, his large hand coming down with a loud SMACK on the top of my ass, “Happy New Year, Whiskey.”

“Fuck!” I grunted into the pillow, grateful to have the noise muffled by the feathers and blankets. My skin was instantly glowing hot as my heart rate accelerated and my eyes rolled back. 

Norman’s bare chest was pressed against my back in an instant, one forearm holding him on top of me as his other hand squeezed the burning flesh of my ass. He rutted against my hip, his cock trapped inside the jeans he’d been wearing and the buckle of his belt digging into my skin. The baritone in his voice was almost animalistic when he growled out, “You like that, girl?”

“Fuh-ck” I repeated again as he let his hand come down again to deepen the pink tinge to my flesh. 

“Ooooh, you do like it, don’t you?” He chuckled darkly, lifting up and off the bed to unbuckle his belt and take off his pants. I heard the whizz of a belt being pulled through the loops before the bed dipped under his weight again and he yanked my hips up the way he wanted, my knees on the bed and my back arched for him. 

The cool touch of the leather snaked its way across the silk and lace covering my cheeks, enticing a whimper from me as he rasped deeply, “This what you want, Whiskey?”

Another part of me, of which I am still never able to figure out, whined back a very needy, “Please.”

The thundering crack of the leather blistering my skin bellowed off the walls, followed by a deep gasp from me as the sensation flooded my bloodstream. My body pushed itself flat into the sheets, my flesh blazing with an unexpected orgasm that washed over me in a crescendo of waves. The pornographic noise that came from my chest would have been embarrassing if I hadn’t been under the intoxication that was this feeling.

“Shit, that’s all it takes, huh?” Norman grunted as he tossed the belt on the bed in front of my face before gripping my hips and righting me the way he wanted me again, pulling my panties to my knees in the process. His swollen, throbbing cock sunk into me deeply, pulling another moan from me as a hiss of pleasure left Norman’s lips at the same time. 

“Nor-or-or-or-ma-ma-mannnnnnn” I keened as he pounded into me, his hips punishing against my own. Another powerful climax swept over me quickly, my quivering walls tightening and flexing around his thick cock as he pumped in and out of me with abandon. The thick drag against my already sensitive skin was overwhelming, my eyes continuing to roll back into their sockets as he grunted and thrust deeper. I could feel his fingers playing where our bodies were connected, his index and thumb swirling in the wetness. I had almost blacked out until I felt the firm push of the tip of his thumb through the ring of muscle of my ass, jolting me upward, knocking another earth shattering clench from me as I wailed, “Oh my, God.”

“Look at you, Fuck. So hot.” He grunted as he pressed the pad of his thumb just a tad bit deeper, the stroke of his cock still stretching me senseless, “Come for me, Kylin.”

“I can’t,” I whined, my already over sensitive frame still quivering in ecstasy, “Baby, I can’t.”

His hand came down on the abused flesh of my ass again, a growl ripping out of his throat as he demanded, “Now, Kylin.”

My fingers found the leather as I pushed back against him, pulling away to flip over onto my back and wrap the belt around the back of his neck. Like something that I’ve only seen in movies, I slipped the end of the belt through the buckle and pulled, quickly tightening the strap around Norman’s throat. His eyes went wide for a moment as his face turned red with the lack of oxygen, before his pupils dilated and a wicked grin curled his mouth as I pulled him down on top of me. The darkness in his tone shook through me as the sound vibrated through his chest while he ripped my underwear from my legs, “You’re the one in trouble now.”

A sharp intake of air was needed as he thrust forward and pushed into me, my grip on the belt tightening as he plundered away at my gripping heat. Feral growls and deep grunts left his throat as he pinned me to the mattress by my knees and fucked me sore. The blunt head of his dick pressed deeper and deeper inside of me with every pump, triggering serial orgasms that wracked my body as I writhed beneath him. 

“Tighter, girl, I’m about to nut,” He demanded, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the pillow beside me as I pulled even more, my jaw slack as gasps continued to roll through me. 

He practically ripped himself from my wetness as he pushed my shoulders down, his thighs straddling my head as he shoved his cock past my lips just in time for his release to spill down my throat. I moaned into the feeling of him in my mouth, my eyes watering as my gag reflex tried to make me choke on him.

He held strong to the back of my head, his fingers tangled almost painfully into my hair as he pushed further down my throat and secured me in place, “Don’t fuckin’ stop.” 

A whimper gurgled its way out of my nose as a hand wrapped around the base of my jaw, cupping it in his palm to feel himself move down my throat as his hips jerked back and forth. He remained hard against my tongue as he thrusted, the thick head of his cock forcing his come down my throat for me to choke on as it began to swell again.

“Fuck,” He roared loudly, a deep echo cascading around me as he came again, pushing my nose into the curly hair of his pubic bone, “Swallow it.”

I choked again but did I was told, my eyes blinked the tears pouring out of my eyes as I looked up at him, a purely dominant smirk accompanying the lustful darkness in his irises staring back at me. 

He released my hair and popped himself out of my mouth, removing the belt and moving down my body as I gasped for air. He kissed me fully on my open lips, his tongue exploring and savoring as our jaws rocked together. He pulled away to look me in the eyes, silently asking if I was okay. I kissed him again as my hands explored his back, my nails digging in his flesh as he bit my bottom lip.

“You’re gonna come for me one more time, Whiskey,” He rasped, his biting teeth moving from my jaw down my neck, his tongue lapping the marked flesh as he made his way south. 

“Fuck, babe, I can’t.” I begged, my sore and tender flesh raw and painful, “It hurts.”

“Then I’ll kiss it better,” He promised, kissing below my belly button and nuzzling between my thighs. 

“Daddy, please,” That hidden part of me said, my eyes immediately widening in embarrassment as my skin flushed. 

Norman’s eyes popped up at me in surprise, a choking laugh escaping him as his eyes brightened, “Oh-Ho!”

He was crawling back up to my face in no time, his strong hands gripping both my wrists and holding them above my head as he attacked my mouth and face and neck. I could feel his already hard cock rutting against the raw skin between my thighs, puling a whimpering mewl from my lips as I struggled against him. 

“Oh, little one, I think you got one more in you for me.” His voice was dark, almost dangerous, and the deep rasp sent shivers through me as his hot breath ghosted down the goosebumps coating my flesh as he brought my arms down from my head to pin to my stomach, never releasing them from his strong grip. 

His other hand helped him part my swollen lips, his tongue gentle and light as he licked through my folds. His scratchy chin irritated the tender flesh more, earning him another whimper from me. He blew against the over sensitive bundle of nerves sweetly before latching his lips around it and sucking. My hands instantly struggled against his, my fingers low enough to tangle in the ends of his hair, my tugs just egging him on as he ripped a white hot, earth shattering orgasm out of my already exhausted and spent body. Sparks flew through my blood stream and blurred my already waning vision, a deafening sound spewing from my lips that sounded something like a prayer in my head. My body gushed a final flush of fluid against Norman’s face, his hungry tongue lapping up all I could give and dying for more.

With a sharp enough tug to the strands of hair in my grasp, he released my wrists and pulled himself up to my face, his forearms hiking my legs up as his steel-hard dick slipped easily inside me. Another moan was muffled by his mouth as he filled my still-clenching walls, his pace as slow and languid as his lips on mine. 

“Fuck, I love you,” He gasped as his hands moved from behind my legs to my hair, my ankles clasping themselves around his back as I moaned again into his skin.

“I love you too,” I confessed, emotions and bodily senses in a tornado as I reveled in the feeling of him smothering me entirely. He rocked into me tenderly, slowly igniting another burning sensation in me that was completely unstoppable. 

His muscles tensed under my fingertips as he let a final thrust into me bring us both to ultimate bliss, his mouth moving with mine as I gasped and shuddered against him. We panted in unison as we caught our breath, his face buried in my hair at the base of my neck before holding himself up off of me slightly to look me in the eyes. 

The darkness I’d seen earlier had disappeared, and was replaced with the shy, cerulean irises I’d grown so fond of. His lips tender and gentle as he kissed me again. His voice was hoarse and even more raspy as he almost had to whisper, “I love you, Whiskey.”

[hornsbeforehalos]

Whiskey, Sweetheart: Part 4

Pairing: Norman Reedus x OFC, Past JDM x OFC Warnings: RPF, Smut, Language, Breif Violence, Jealousy, Angst, Older man/Younger Woman.

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Summary: After Jeffrey’s neglect pushed her away and into the arms of his best friend, Norman and Ky have to figure out if their new relationship can withstand not only the aftermath of the unspeakable crime they commited to keep her safe, but the backlash that comes from being co-workers with a very betrayed Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

A/n: This is the Sequel to Anytime, Sweetheart and The Conquests of Norman Reedus. You’ll probably be a bit confused if you haven’t read Conquests yet, though, or at least the Finale, but you could probably figure it out on your own if you don’t want to. But I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to, lol.

*Lyrics used are from Painted on My Heart by The Cult, Wicked Games by The Weeknd, and Wicked Game by Chris Issak, covered by H.I.M*

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“Seriously, sister? When were you gonna tell me?” Jensen huffed, busting in to Misha’s trailer with his phone in his hand.

“Tell you what?” I asked, genuinely confused as I cocked my eyebrow in his direction. 

“Well, I don’t know, the fact that you used my credit card for a trip from fucking here to New York we week before Christmas that you hadn’t even mentioned?!”

My eyes widened and I gulped, looking back down to the computer screen in front of me, “Okay, uh, so, yeah, I accidentally used your credit card for the plane tickets, it was already saved under my log in stuff but if you look at your bank statement, brother, I already transferred the money back in your account, not that you needed it, by the way.”

“Oh so we’re just going to avoid the important stuff huh?”

“I generally do attempt to do that, yes.” I deadpanned back, my fingers moving along the keys as I finished the last minute details of the Gishwhes trip.

Misha came through right as Jensen opened his mouth to say something else, and his attention quickly diverted to the other man as he pointed a finger at him, “You know about this?”

“Know about what?” Misha replied with raised eyebrows

“Her little trip to New York?”

“She told me she she was going somewhere for Christmas, I assumed it was home though.” Misha stated, turning his attention to me, “Why are you going to New York?”

“Um…”I mumbled, looking anywhere but their faces.

“You’re going to spend Christmas with Norman. Really. We’re doing this bullshit again?”

“What bullshit, Jense? What are you talking about?”

“You’re running off to spend time with some guy who’s twice your age and gonna do nothing but break your fucking heart.”

“Woah now, what the fuck?” I exclaimed as I removed the laptop from my thighs and sat it beside me on the couch so I could stand up. I couldn’t help the angry tears that made their way to the surface of my eyelids, “Number one, Norman’s not just ‘some guy’ and I can’t believe you really just said that. Number two, why are we coming back around with this damn age thing? And number three, you can’t break someone’s heart when they don’t have one.”

Misha’s eyes bore into mine as he stepped infront of Jensen to grip my gently by the upper arms, “Ky, don’t say that.”

“No, fuck this.”I growled, pulling out of his grasp, “Norman’s the only one I have left that was still there that night. You don’t get to say shit about what I’m doing, Jensen, and neither do you, Mish. You both have gotten your ‘I told you so’ moments out of the fucking way. I get enough shit from everyone around me that I’m for damn sure not gonna hear it from my fucking family too.”

Jensen sighed, his hands on his hips as he hung his head. He brought a hand to his face to scrub at his scruff and rub the back of his neck, “Look, Ky, I’m-”

“I know you’re sorry, Jensen. I get it. Everyone’s fucking sorry.” I huffed as I shook my head, one hand moving to rake through my bangs and the other to my hip, the tears still stinging my eyes, “I’m going to do what makes me happy, god damnit.”

“As you should, Ky.” Misha confirmed, moving his arms around my shoulders and pulling me into a hug.

My phone vibrated from it’s place on the small table, and I picked it up to find it was an unknown number.

“Give me a sec, guys,” I mumbled as I moved to step outside, sitting on the steps as I accepted the call.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Kylin?” A familiar voice replied on the other end of the line.

“Who’s asking?”

“This is Jeanie.” The sound of Anthony’s mother’s voice answered.

“Jeanie?!” I gasped, eyes widening as anxiety rippled through my body. 

“Yes. Is that you Ky?”

“Yes ‘mam, um, how have you been?” I replied politely, hoping the shakiness in my voice didn’t sound through the receiver. 

“Well, I’ve been alright, but….Look, I know you and Anthony haven’t been together in a very long time, but he told me he was gonna be working with you a couple months ago in Nevada…” she started, her voice trailing off as it cracked, “I haven’t talked to him since before he left…he won’t answer my calls or anything.”

I gulped audibly, my head shaking as tears welled up in my eyes again. I hated Anthony with a passion, but Jeanie had always been there for me, on my side, with anything that had ever occurred between her son and I while we were together. She was where I ran to after countless times of him hitting me and me being too ashamed to go to my own blood. She never attempted to give excuses for him, and on more than one occasion had smacked him across the face for me. She was always ashamed that he was the way he was, and had even told me that she knew he would get himself in trouble one day.

“Um, no, I didn’t see him,” I lied, shaking my head to clear my thoughts.

“I know he was terrible to you, Kylin, and I’m still sorry for that, you know.” She said sweetly, her voice low.

“I know, mama. Um, if I hear anything through anyone, I’ll be sure to let you know, okay?”

“Okay, baby. You’ve been good, right? I see you’ve gotten yourself some attention,” She giggled, her mood lightening at the chance to talk to me after so long. 

I choked a laugh back, “Yes, ‘mam, uh…ha. Yeah.”

“Take care of yourself, dear. Give me a call if you need anything.”

“Thank you, Jeanie.”

“Bye Ky.”

The call ended and I stared at my phone for a minute, nervousness swelling back up as I thought of what the phone call could mean or lead to. Surely no one would expect me to be the one to have done anything to him, but him telling people that he would be around me made me feel a bit uneasy. I knew if my name came up during an investigation, things could get messy.

Last thing I fucking need right now.

The feeling of seeing Norman for the first time in weeks when he picked me up from the airport was indescribable. He picked me up and spun me around, dipping in from under his hat to press a kiss to my lips shyly as the cameras surrounding us clicked away.

“Norman! What are you doing for Christmas?”

“Norman! I love you!”

“Norman!”

“Okay, guys, we gotta go.” Norman laughed after signing a few autographs and taking some selfies as I stood back and watched. Luckily, for once, no one paid me any attention or said anything, and Norman was able to take me by the hand and we made our way out of the airport without a fuss. 

“That was a first,” I chuckled as we crawled into the warm cabin of the Uber car.

“Must be the Christmas spirit,” Norman joked as he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close into his leather jacket. 

“Must be,” I smiled, looking up at him to watch him pull off his sunglasses and peer down at me with a smirk. 

“Missed you,” He said, squeezing me a little bit and kissing my forehead.

“Missed you too.” I replied, nuzzling my face into his chest and inhaling his cologne with a sigh.

“You ready to meet Ming?” He asked as he kissed the top of my head. My eyes shot open as nervousness took over again at the thought of meeting his kid.

“Daaaaah….I guess?” I answered, anxiety in my voice as I pulled away to make eye contact.

Norman let an amused grin split his face as he shook his head at me, tucking me back into his side reassuringly, “You’ll be fine, promise. He’s cool.”

I turned back to face forward with a gulp, nodding my head at him, as we pulled up to his apartment, “Whatever you say.”

Norman helped me out of the cab and grabbed my bags, insisting he carry them all all the way up to the penthouse. Once he finally lugged them all to the door he unlocked it and pushed it open to start heaving things inside

“Jesus Christ, woman, what did you bring?”

“Um…” I smiled innocently and shrugged.

“Sup, Dad?” Suddenly sounded from behind Norman, a tall blonde young man leaning against the entry way of the kitchen, large mixing bowl of what appeared to be cereal cradled in his arm. 

Norman spun around, his arms flinging with the motion as he embraced his son, “Sup, Buddy!?”

Mingus wrapped an arm around his father and gave him a pat on the back with a chuckle, his eyes reaching over Norman’s shoulder to latch on to me, “You’re Kylin, right?”

Norman unattached himself from Mingus to move back to me, his arm wrapping around my shoulder as he introduced us, “Kylin, this is is Ming.”

“Hi there,” I smiled shyly, raising a hand to give a small wave, ““s nice to meet you.”

Mingus nodded his head around a mouthfull of Froot loops, turning back towards the hallway, “You too. Anyway, I’ll be in my room.”

“We’re going to dinner tonight!” Norman called out after him.

“Got plans!” Was heard before the sound of a door closing.

“Jesus Christ,” Norman mumbled, shaking his head as he returned his attention to me, “I swear to God, kid turns eighteen and suddenly he’s busy all the time.”

“Isn’t that what happens to everybody?” I giggled back, cocking my head to the side adoringly. 

Norman rolled his eyes at me as we made our way into the living room, him plopping down on his couch and kicking his shoes off as he relaxed into the cushions. I joined him as I curled up against the side of the sofa, resting my head on the arm and closing my eyes.

“Wanna smoke?” He asked after a moment as he raised himself up to open up the panels of the coffee table.

“Smoke what?” I asked, opening my eyes to see him digging around. 

“This cock, duh. What do you think I mean?” He chuckled, pulling out a grinder and pipe.

“Crack with Satan? Fuck if I know, I’m exhausted.”

“Mingus! Where’d you put my weed, man!?” He shouted out, still digging through the randomness inside the table. There was an inaudible reply back from the hallway, Norman shaking his head before yelling out, “THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?”

The sound of a door opening was made, followed by Mingus appearing from the hallway, “I said I fuckin’ smoked it, dude. Here,” He replied, annoyed as he tossed his father a bag of greenery that smelled like Heaven.

“Just because you’re eighteen now doesn’t mean you can steal all my bud, man.” 

“You’ve been gone for like.. months, dad. Shit was getting stale, didn’t want it to go to waste, ya know?”

Norman rolled his eyes at his child before beginning the task of grinding it up, “You wanna smoke?”

“Nah, you two go ahead. I got to meet this chick here in a minute and she gets all…whateverish when I’m stoned around her.”

“Ooooo…what’s her name?” He teased, loading the pipe and passing it to me with a lighter. 

Mingus rolled his eyes and shook his head, embarrassed smirk filling his face, “Her name’s Amara, she’s so fuckin’ hot, dad.”

Norman chuckled as his son swooned, the look on Mingus’ face puling a giggle out of me as well as I exhaled the thick toke I’d taken and passed the pipe to Norm as he spoke, “Well, be sure to use protection, son.”

“Dad, gross. Even though I should be saying the same to you,” Mingus teased back, wiggling his eyebrows and shooting finger guns in my direction.

“Jesus,” I giggled, covering my face as it peaked with redness. 

“Byeee, Ming.” Norman replied, chucking a pillow at his kid before taking a hit from the pipe as Mingus headed towards the door.

Norman had fallen asleep shortly after we finished the bowl, stretched out across his couch with his mouth open, snoring. I, on the other hand, was perfectly awake and bored, so instead of waking him up for entertainment, I decided to make my own. I dug through my bags and found a pair of shorts and a sports bra, and changed quickly in Norman’s room before I dipped into my favorite room in his apartment: the studio. I wiped the pole down with alcohol and linked my phone to the speakers, letting the music app randomly choose something as I began stretching. I smirked at my phone’s decision of song, and wondered if it was trying to tell me something as I began to glide in a circle, my hand lifting myself up from where it was placed on the smooth metal.

I thought …you’d be out of my mind And i’d finally found a way to Learn to live without you I thought …it was just a matter of time Till I had a hundred reasons Not to think about you ,

I let myself climb to the top, ducking my head to avoid the the ceiling as I unpinned the pole from it’s static position and lean back to let it begin to spin on its own. Closing my eyes, I let my self rotate for a minute as the lyrics washed over me.

But it’s just not so and after all this time I still can’t let go

I’ve still got your face Painted on my heart Carved upon my soul Etched upon my memory …baby

And I’ve got your kiss Still Burning on my lips The touch of your fingertips Is left so deep inside of me …baby

By the time I knew what I was doing, I had flipped myself upside down and let my reflexes take over, my body moving and rotating with the quick movements of the metal with ease. I let my mind drift, completely oblivious to the tears that poured down my face and dripped to the floor below me

I’ve tried Everything that I can To get my heart to forget you But it just can’t seem to

I guess it’s just no use In every part of me is still a part of you

In my dazed and emotional state, I ignored the sound of the door opening, Norman entering from being woke from his nap.  He let himself slip into the room silently, his beloved camera clutched to him as he sunk down in the place where he watched me so many months ago. He went lift it to capture the shot of the way I was holding my body, but once he saw the tears running freely down my cheeks, he stopped and dropped the camera back to his lap and just watched me as the chorus took over again and I continue to flip and twirl, my body literally controlling itself. 

Something in your eyes keeps haunting Me I’m trying to forget you But I know there ain’t no way to Chase you from my mind

I’ve still got your face Painted on my heart Carved upon my soul Etched upon my memory …baby

And I’ve got your kiss Still Burning on my lips The touch of your fingertips Is left so deep inside of me …baby

I opened my eyes to find my back against the pole, my ankles wrapped around the cool metal as I hung upside down, and a pair of beautiful blue irises staring at me intently. I lifted myself back upright, avoiding his gaze, as I finished off the rest of the song gentle before I brought myself back to the floor and allowed myself to wipe my eyes of the memories that plagued me. Norman remained stoically silent, just watching me as the chords dye out and the next song began

‘Wicked Games’ by The Weeknd plays through the speakers, and I smirk at him. He gives me a small grin back as I glide around the floor to the tempo, lifting myself back up as the pole spins me around as I make my way towards the ceiling.

Bring your love, baby, I could bring my shame Bring the drugs, baby, I could bring my pain I got my heart right here I got my scars right here

Norman raised his camera back up as he watched me dip and dive as the song continued, holding myself out with just my arms as the metal rotated beautifully. I reattached myself back to the pole for a moment before I bring my feet back to the floor once again. I let my hips roll back and forth before I lifted myself back up, flipping upside down as the momentum caused my body spin itself around a few times. I see through the rotations that Norman placed the camera back down on the floor, but he’s still watching me as he stands up and sheds himself of his shirt. I flipped back upwards and leaned back again with my ankles as he approached me, a glint in his eye that I don’t think I ever remember seeing before. 

Listen, ma, I’ll give you all I got Get me off of this, I need confidence in myself Listen, ma, I’ll give you all of me Give me all of it, I need all of it to myself

He let his hands run up the sides of my ribcage as I hung there, my face level to his and he lets a smirk cross his face at the goosebumps that erect themselves from his touch. His fingers slipped from my skin as he walked around me in a circle while I pulled myself upright again before flipping and extending myself back out, and in the same movement I found myself staring back into his eyes and realizing he’s holding onto the pole himself, in the same position I’m in. ‘Jesus fucking Christ, this man.’

Let me see you dance I love to watch you dance Take you down another level Get you dancing with the Devil 

Somehow, we moved in sync with one another, our bodies entwined but never in the way, our eyes never leaving one another’s. I never expected this from Norman, and I can see the glint of pride in his irises at my surprise as we moved together. His hand slipped out to brush my cheek as my back is pressed against the pole, one ankle holding me in place while my other one is wrapped around his torso as he moves downwards, his stomach to mine as we slid down towards the floor. 

His lips captured mine the second we’re on solid ground, a hand wound through my hair as his tongue invades my mouth. All the emotional turmoil the last half hour had put me through was washed away at the feeling of his weight pressed against me; the feeling of his mouth on my skin as it danced down my stomach and his fingertips peeling away my clothes the only thing that I needed in the entire world.

“Norman,” I panted, my fingers digging on his hair to pull his mouth back to mine for another searing kiss that I didn’t want to ever end. He broke away from me to gather my wrists in one hand to hold above my head, his feiry lips attached to my cheek and jaw before he slithered his toungue across my neck to my collar bone to dig his teeth in, smirking when he accomplished making me moan, “Fuck!”

“Mmmm,” He replied back as he attached his mouth onto a hardening nipple. He grazed his teeth along that as well, enticing yet another pathetic moan from me.

His free hand drifted between my legs as he spread my thighs with his knees so he could settle his legs between them, the muscles in his arms bulging as he held steady onto my hands and held himself above me. My eyes rolled back as the tips of his fingers brushed against my folds, and my lips quivered as his lips moved to the nipple he’d been neglecting, a low growl-like moan escaping his lips as he pushed a single digit inside me at the same time that the pad of this thumb found my clit.

“Fucking Christ, Norman,” I whined at the sensation, my lip quivering and muscles tense under his ministrations. He rolled his tongue across the sensitive bud of my nipple before his teeth tugged on it as he pulled his head back up to mine. His eyes bore into mine with something unspoken, and after a moment he released my hands to wrap around his neck as one of his own held him up from  beside my face while the other aided him as he pushed himself easily into me, short strokes at first before deeper and deeper until he was fully seated inside me. 

“God damn,” He grunted, grinding his hips against mine at the same time as mine rose to meet his movement. He rolled us over away from the pole to where I was straddling him, his arms wrapping around my back to hold me close to his chest, “I-Fuck, this feels so good.” 

My heart shuddered at the sound of the misplaced first syllable, and I could’t help not missing the way he quickly rolled us again after only a dozen thrusts. His face stayed firmly planted in my hair against my neck, this tongue doing wonders as he seemed to avoid eye contact as he continued to plunge deeper and deeper over and over again, grunts and mewls spurring the both of us on. 

“Fuck, Norman!” I keened loudly, the feeling of his fingertips returning to my clit edging me closer and closer to the peak I so desperately desired. 

“Yeah, that’s it, ain’t it, girl?” He rapsed back, his pistoling slightly faster and the pressure of his fingers increasing.

“Yes! Y-y-yes!” I wailed, my head thrown back as he attached his teeth to my throat with a harsh bite that was sure to leave a bruise. It was just what I needed, through, because the spark snapped inside me and ignited, my lungs emptying with a guttural sound as my whole body trembled and clamped around him, my arms tightening around his neck as his lips found mine again to muffle his own groans of ecstasy. 

“Take it, girl,” He grunted as he rolled us over one last time, his hands finding my hips to help me bounce on top of him, “Fuck yeah, ride it.” 

“Nor-or-orrmannnn!” I continued, my head throan back as my fingers tried to find purchase on his chest. He brougt one of his hands up from my waist and  gripped one of my wrist slightly, sliding it towards his throat and squeezing my fingers around it. 

My eyebrows shot up in surprise as a smile quirked my mouth, “Oh yeah?”

A new sparkle danced in his eyes as his pupils darkened further, a smirk of his own playing on his lips as his hand not holding my wrist separated from me quickly to come cracking back down on my ass. My eyes instantly rolled back again as another primal noise echoed through the room, drowning out the faint sounds of Ville Valo’s voice rasping in the background. 

“Yeah,” He replied lowly, before landing another smack to my ass, my fingers instantly moving to shut off more oxygen from him as he continued to buck into me. 

The world was on fire No one could save me but you It’s strange what desire Will make foolish people do No I never dreamed that I’d love somebody like you And I never dreamed That I’d lose somebody like you

“Fuck,” I grunted, my hips stuttering as another orgasm quickly washed over me unexpectedly, my still quivering walls constricting his swelling cock as much as my hand at his windpipe was.

“Just like that,” He choked out, his own eyes rolling back as his fingers dig into my ass, leaving little crescent shapes from his nails, “Fuck, Ky, gonna come,”

My hand released his breath mercifully as I tugged myself off of him and down between his legs. Both of his hands immediately dug themselves in my hair as he pushed my head towards his throbbing dick, slipping it past my lips and completely down my throat until I gagged on his fluids as he finished. 

“Fuck, yes, choke on it,” He growled as I moaned around him, swallowing to collapse my throat against him as I fought off my reflexes until he was complete. He let his fingers pull me off of him by my hair and I fell onto his stomach, my breathing labored as my heart rate slowed. 

“Fucking hell, woman. You’re gonna be the death of me.” He gasped, throwing a hand over his face as he calmed himself. 

“Not if you’re the death of me first, Reedus.” I chuckled between breaths as I rolled off of him and onto the cool wooden floor for a moment before gathering my self and trudging to the bathroom for a shower. 

“Is it almost dinner time yet?” I called out before shutting the door to let the steam take over me.

I sighed against the hot water, my muscles relaxing as I let the comfort I needed take over me. Norman always knew exactly what I needed somehow, and I appreciated the fact that he knew to take my mind off of the emotions I’d been experiencing, smirking to myself at his methods, and even more grateful that although I knew it was coming, and probably coming soon, he didn’t immediately jump me with questions about why I was crying. My smirk creeped into a smile at the thought of the two of us being that much in sync.

“So, um, Are you okay?” Norman asked quietly from across the table, wiping his mouth off with the napkin as he looked at me with a hint of concern as he changed the subject from our discussion of Arctic Penguins versus African Penguins. 

I tilted my head at him in faux confusion, “Um, why wouldn’t I be?”

I could tell he was shaking his leg slightly as his shoulders bounced and he looked back down at his plate for a moment before returning his eyes to me, “Earlier…you seemed…”

I sighed, knowing I owed him some form of explanation, “I’m okay. I’m sorry you had to see that-”

“Don’t apologize,” He cut me off, reaching a hand across the table to take mine, still holding my gaze, “I understand that you still have healing to do with that. I would think it weird if you didn’t.”

I let a small smile cross my lips as I nodded, my free hand moving from it’s place in my lap to grasp his hand that was holding my other one. He gave me his own shy smirk and rubbed his thumb over my knuckles before the waitress interrupted us to ask if we wanted anything else. 

“Two shots of crown, please.” I replied with a smirk, my eyes never leaving Norman’s, who returned my look with one of his own as he confirmed and asked for the check afterwards.

“Whiskey, huh, Sweetheart?” he rasped, quirking his eyebrow.

“Mhm,” I replied, coy smile taking over my face, “Whiskey, Sweetheart.”

[hornsbeforehalos]

Whiskey, Sweetheart: Part 1

Pairing: Norman Reedus x OFC, Past JDM x OFC Warnings: RPF, Language, Breif Violence, Jealousy, Angsty.

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Summary: After Jeffrey’s neglect pushed her away and into the arms of his best friend, Norman and Ky have to figure out if their new relationship can withstand not only the aftermath of the unspeakable crime they commited to keep her safe, but the backlash that comes from being co-workers with a very betrayed Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

A/n: This is the Sequel to Anytime, Sweetheart and The Conquests of Norman Reedus. You dont have to read all of Conquests to understand, but at least the finale:  this

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‘Fuck, Fuck fuck fuck’ I thought to myself as the memories of the night before flooded through my body, the image of Norman tangled between my legs and him calling out my name making my eyes widen and burn as I stared at Jeffrey in front of me, my fingers grasping onto the sheet wrapped around my body with one hand while gripping the door handle for dear life to keep from passing out. His eyes widened themselves as he took in my state of dress, the sheet falling slightly in my surprise. 

“You fuckin’ kidding me?” He instantly roared, pushing past me into the room to yank the covers off Norman, who was instantly shocked awake. “What the fuck?” Norman barked, jumping up out of the bed and holding his hands up in defence, “Look, Jeff, I-” “You what, Bubba? Please fucking tell me what I’m lookin’ at right now.” Jeff growled, glare shifting back and forth between Norman and I. “It’s-” He started, but I cut him off, “We fucked.” I stated bluntly, letting the sheet drop from my body as I worked my way around the room collecting my clothes, “I wasn’t gonna tell you, but since you so rudely woke me up this morning, I really don’t give a fuck.” Jeffrey spun on his heels to point an accusing finger at Norman as I began getting dressed, “You fucked my fuckin’ woman, Norm?” Norman raised his hands back up in surrender, stuttering something that sounded like, “I-I-I…” “I should have fuckin’ known,” Jeffrey seethed, shaking his head before turning his fiery stare back to me, chuckling out a breathy laugh,“After Rob, after Corey…” I cocked an eyebrow at him as I finished pulling my dress down down around my torso, “What’s that supposed to mean, Jeffrey?” “Do I need to spell it out for you, little girl? I should have known you two would pull some shit like this.” “The fuck that’s supposed to mean?” Norman growled, puffing his chest out dominantly as he took a step forward. Jeffrey snorted, scrubbing his jawline with his finger tips in amusement, “I shoulda known never to consider you a fuckin friend, Norman. I’ve been fucked over by friends before but this?” He shook his head again, waving a finger back and forth between the two of us again, “This is a new fuckin’ low, bro.” “Aye, man, fuck you. You’re the one that ditched her ass on her fuckin’ birthday, and every fuckin’ time before. You’re the one that pushed her away.” “The fuck you just say to me, boy?” Jeffrey growled, pressing his own bowed out chest against Norman’s intimidatingly. “I’m not a fucking boy, number one.” Norman squinted, “and number two, yeah, I fucked Ky. Hell fucking yeah I did,” His eyes roamed up and down Jeff’s face and neck before meeting his eyes again, “And I’m gonna do it again, too. Cuz you not knowin’ how to treat a fuckin’ woman ain’t my problem. Don’t play the victim when you know for a damn fact you put her through Hell.” My mouth dropped open as Jeffrey’s fist flew and cracked Norman against his cheekbone as the other man grabbed the front of his shirt. They wresteled each other to the floor of the hotel room and I instantly ran over to try to pull Jeffrey off of Norman. “Gonna need another fuckin’ eye socket when I’m done, bitch,” Jeffrey roared as his fist contacted Norman’s face again, a gurgle of pain erupting from the man as he landed his own blow against Jeff’s jaw. “Fuck you, Morgan.” he gritted and punched again. “Jeff, fucking stop!” I screeched, tugging on the collar of his jacket, trying to pull him off, “Fucking quit!” Jeffrey’s elbow rose back and came incontact with my chest, pushing me back as he stood on his feet and grabbed my upper arm, “Get the fuck off me,” Before I could even think my own fist was colliding with Jeffrey’s nose, blood immediately pouring out as he shoved me away from him and against the wall. I hit the drywall with a thud, my head connecting and causing me to see stars momentarily. I slipped down onto the floor, Jeff looming over me menacingly. “You stupid fucking bitch,” He spat, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, “What did I do to deserve this, huh? “Well, I don’t know, Jeff, let’s fuckin’ see,” I started, rage giving me the strength to stand on my feet again, “In the month that it’s been since I fucking killed a man, I haven’t seen you for shit, you haven’t even asked me how the fuck I’ve been the entire time I’ve been in Vancouver, and then, then, after all that bullshit, you miss my fucking birthday? No!” “You’re the one that wanted to be big billy bad ass with that guy! I told you I was gonna take care of it!” He gritted back, “When, Jeff? When he fuckin’ killed me?"I growled, tilting my head in anger and squinting at him, "And let’s not fuckin’ forget Tanya, now, shall we?” He snatched me up by the front of my t-shirt and pulled me to his chest, “Don’t even fuckin’ start." 

"What are you gonna do, Jeffrey?” I snorted, looking up at him unafraid, “Hit me?” “Get your fuckin’ hands off of her,” Norman roared, shoving Jeff from the side and ripping him away from me. They fell to the floor again and grappled, exchanging fists once more before the door was finally busted in and 3 Dallas police officers barged through. 

Naturally, because Dallas is what Dallas is, all three of us were handcuffed and thrown in the back of police cars and carted off to Lew Sterrit, the officers explaining “our celebrity” status required them to take us some place more “secure” Whatever. It took aproximately 4 hours for Josh, Jensen, and Jared to show up, and in the mean time I could still hear Norman and Jeff through the thin walls of the interregation rooms they were holding us in. “Jesus fucking Christ, you two, shut the fuck up!” I shouted loudly enough for them to hear me. “Fuck you!” I heard Jeffrey roar back. “Don’t fuckin’ talk to her like that, fucker!” “Fuck you too!” “I swear to fucking god I’m going to kill both of them,” I mumbled lowly to myself, irritation at the situation spilling over. When my brothers did finally get around to bailing us out, the looks on their faces told me all I needed to know about how they were feeling. “What the fuck happened, Ky?” Jared asked, confusion and irritation flitting across his face. “Yeah, explain to everyone why they had to bail us out.” Jeffrey spat as we exited the building. “Because you’re a fucking psycho.” I hissed, head snapping towards Jeff as we made our way to the cars. He barked out a laugh and moved his hand to cover his mouth, cocking an amused eyebrow, “You fuckin’ serious right now?” Norman instantly gave Jeff a shove against the car, Jared and Jensen moving instantly to pull him off, “Dude, we’re in the fuckin’ jail parking lot.” Jared reminded him. “Don’t fuckin’ talk to her like that. That’s why you lost her right there,” Norman gritted out, huffing and puffing his chest out as the boys held him back from Jeff, who was equally seething, “You act like she don’t have emotions, which she does if you took three seconds to look her in the face instead of eye-balling her fucking tits!" 

Jeffrey growled at the man but didn’t advance, shaking his head as he opened Jared’s car door and got in the passengers side. "Josh’s got to get home, so you two are riding with me,” Jensen glared, fingers directed towards me and Norman “Yessirr” I snorted, giving him an exaggerated salute as I crawled into the back seat of his convertible. 

“Kylin, you know what people are gonna say about this,” Jensen scolded after I spilled the beans and told him wht happened on our way to my parents’ house. “So? People already say shit about us. Jeff’s the one that fucked that shit up, not me.” I assured, crossing my arms over my chest with a huff. “You’re not exactly a ray of sunshine, either, princess,” Jensen retorted, earning him a snort from Norman. “Look, Jeff and I are done, Norm and I like each other..or whatever this is,” I explained, shifting in the backseat to lean between the driver and passenger sides, “I’m not gonna feel bad for shit, and Norman shouldn’t either.” “Norman should probably feel a little bad,” Jensen contested, waving his hand back and forth in that “prolly about half way” motion. “And I fuckin’ do, okay? You think I wanted to fall for my best friends girl?” Norman shook his head, running his index and thumb over his chin as he gazed out the building whizzing by as Jensen drove. The dark purple bruise on his cheekbone flowering against his flushed face, “I feel like a fuckin’ asshole, man. I’m supposed to be Jeff’s friend, your friend.” He turned his head back to motion to me, “And that moment in the airport when you hung up that phone and then told me you were really through, allI could think about was how I might have a chance.” The car was silent for a moment as I sat back in my seat, sighing slightly at the idea that Norman felt like he was betraying his friend. I suddenly felt like I pushed him into this, and tears welled up and threatened to spill over as my lip quivered. “I"m sorry, Norm. It was a mistake.” “No, it wasn’t, babe. It’s a shitty situation, yes, but I do care about you, and I’m not going to do what he did.” Jensen nodded his head in approval as he cleared his throat, “Look, sis, this is soemthing that the two of you are gonna have to work through. Shit’s about to rain down on all three of ya'lls heads and I’m guessing I'mma get dirty in the process. Keep shit as low key as possible for now, would be my advice, but you know that shit don’t usually work that way.” The rest of the ride back was quiet, everyone lost in their own thoughts until we pulled into the driveway. Jensen put the car in park and turned to Norman, speaking in a low, stern voice, “Why don’t you go on inside for a minute, I need to have a word with my sister.” Norman nodded his head, glancing at me for a second with a small smile before exiting the vehicle and walking towards the entrance of the house. “What, bubs, spit it out,” I urged, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms again. “Look, I’m not going to lecture you or fight with you like last time, but this shit is bad, Ky. I mean, come one, Norman? That’s worse than if you'da run off with Corey.” “Jesus,” I huffed, shaking my head in annoyance, “It just….happened, okay? I’ve loved Norm for a long time, but I didn’t think of it as anything because of Jeff. Thought it was a friendship thing since he’d been there with me through so much shit. Then I was drunk and thinking and realized that the reason why I loved him was because he’d been there for me through all of it. He’s the one that stayed up with me when Jeffrey was with that bitch, He’s the one that made sure I was taken care of constantly and never needing anything. He’s the one that eventually showed me the fucking truth. He’s given me so many fucking opportunities to be independent, Jensen,” the tears were back now, and I sniffed the snot that was trying to run down my nose and wiped my eyes, “and not to mention Vegas….Jesus, he helped me fuckin’ kill a man.” “I know, sis…” Jensen whispered, nodding, “He’s the only one that’s checked up on me since then. Jeffrey avoided me, Corey’s still ignoring me…"I snorted again, wiping more tears, "Norman’s the one who actually made it a point to come to my fucking birthday party. Jeffrey just covered up his neglect with a fucking Camero and a text message.” “It’s a pretty sweet car, though.” Jensen reasoned, “Fuck yeah it is, and I’m keeping it too.”

“Everything okay?” Norman asked as I walked out into the backyard where he was sitting with my mom, smoking a cigarette. I plopped myself down beside him and stole one out of his pack, sighing deeply on exhale once it was lit.

“Yeah, I’m just tired. I don’t know what to think of this birthday.” I chuckled, small smile crossing my face as he switched hands holding his smoke to tangle his free fingers with mine. “Ya’ll are just adorable.” My mom cooed, smug smirk on her face like she’d just got done watching The Notebook or something. “You know, it is still technically your birthday,” Norman snorted, taking another drag as he squeezed my fingers, “Let’s go out tonight, we can go to that little bar we went to last time we were in Deep Ellum.” “Ooo that sounds like a lovely idea, dear.” My mom agreed. ”You’ve gotta  black eye, I look like shit. I’m good.” “It is your birthday, babe. Plus, I’ll wear my shades and no one will even know.” Norman insisted, pushing his sunglasses onto his nose to show that it covered the bruising on his face. I rolled my eyes.

“Go have fun, Kylin.” My mother urged.

“Fiiiine, okay. Something low-key though. I’ve had enough excitement for the day.”

We wound up at a little metal bar in Deep Ellum called July Alley, and sat in a back booth snuggled closley together after after pizza at the resturant next door. “I swear, I’m just gonna start callin’ you Whiskey, Sweetheart,” Norman chuckled as I was delivered my 5th shot of crown by the waitress giving him googly eyes that he wasn’t paying attention to. “I’m pretty sure it already makes up for about a third of my blood supply,” I snorted before knocking the shot back and humming at the delicious burn of the amber liquid, “It’s the only thing my stomach can stand to drink.” Norman barked out a laugh and shook his head, his fringe falling into his eyes under his Snapback, “Mine too, probably after hanging out with you so much.” “What can I say, I’m a bad influence,” I giggled sweetly. “Yeah, you are.” He agreed, throwing an arm behind my shoulders and reeling me into his side to kiss the crown of my head, “Happy birthday, princess.” “Thank you,” I smiled up at him, my fingers moving a piece of hair out of his face gently before running down the scruff decorating his cheek and jaw, “Thanks for everything.” “Ain’t a problem, girl,” He assured, his pretty chrystaline eyes dancing around my face, “I ain’t goin’ no where.�� I smiled back at him and continued to play with his beard, running my thumb over his cheekbone as his free hand found its own way into my hair. The next thing I knew he was pulling my face towards his, touching our lips together in the first kiss since the night before. It was warm, inviting, and safe-feeling, something I’d been looking for for a long time. He tasted like cigarettes and Jack Daniels, with a little bit of garlic left over from the pizza. I smirked into his mouth as his tongue danced with mine, reveling in the low moan vibrating his chest as he tightened his fingers into my curls to pull me closer. HIs hand around my shoulders squeezed gently before he pulled away from me slowly, our lips finally breaking apart as our eyes opened and we stared at each other adoringly. 

“I’m so happy I can do that now.” He breathed, heart beat still steadily thumping against my own, “Don’t have to just think about it anymore.” “Me too,” I grinned back, face reddening suddenly under his soul-baring eyes. I nuzzled myself into his neck as he pulled out his phone, opening the selfie-camera and holding it back to get us both in the shot. I shook my head but smiled for the camera, followed by another with us both making goofy faces. He had shoved his sunglasses on to cover his black eye, and he played with the filters on his phone, giving it a spooky kind of vibe before opening instagram and to post it. “Watch your caption.” I chuckled. “Pffft, what do you think I am, stupid?” He snorted back, cocking an eyebrow at me as he typed out the caption. “Happy birthday to one of my best friends.” “Awh, I’m one of your best friends, Reedus?” I teased, nudging him with my shoulder. “Shut up,” he blushed, shaking his fringe infront of his eyes to try and hide, “You know you are.” “Still nice to hear it, though.” I grinned at him, resting my head on his shoulder. He kissed the crown of my head flippantly before tucking his phoen back in his pocket after checking his notifications, letting out a sigh at some of the comments, “So, how’re we gonna play this?” “What do you mean?” He held his mouth in a flat line and barely squinted his eyes sarcastically as he held up his phone, the picture of us already getting mulitple comments; “Where’s Jeffrey?” “I bet they’re fucking” “Since when are they so close?” “Jesus Christ,” I barked as he turned his phone back around and continued to scroll through. “Yeah…” “Um, Well, I don’t know.” Norman bobbed his head up and down in thought for amoment, drumming this thumbs along the edge of the table in front of him, “Probably should keep things a little quiet until shit settles between you and Jeff.” I sighed, nodding in agreement, “You’re probably correct.”

“So when you goin’ back to ‘Couver?” Norman asked quietly as we sat on my parents’ couch. Everyone else was asleep and the house was quiet and dark save the dim light pooling in from the kitchen. “Tomorrow,” I sighed, rubbing my temples with annoyance, “I’ve got to get Misha prepared to go home for the holiday plus make sure he’s everywhere he needs to be afterwards.” “Tense.” “He’s annoying.” “Seems like it.” I snorted at him and shook my head, bringing my glass of amber gold to my lips and sipping deeply. “Then you comin’ back here for Thanksgiving?” He questioned, taking a sip of his own glass.

“Yeah, Thanksgiving with my family. What are you doing?” “Gonna be in New York with Ming. His mom’s got some crazy thing to do in France or something.” “Fun” “Probably not. He’s getting to the age where he’s too cool to hang out with his ol’ man.” “I’m too cool to hang out with you too but here I am.” “Asshole.” “Generally, yeah."I retorted, stiffling a yawn with the backside of my hand. "Tired?” Norman asked with an amused smirk. “Fuckin’ exhausted.” I answered, placing my glass on the coffee table and stretching my arms over my head. “Come 'ere,” Norman whispered, stretching out across the couch and patting his thighs as he turned on his side and pressed himself against hte back cushions. I grabbed the throw blanket from the arm chair, wrapping the fuzzy fibers around me before spreading it out over Norman and joining him, my back pressed agains this chest as he wrapped his wide shoulders and arms around me. My head fell comfortably on his bicep underneath me and he nuzzled his nose into my hair, kissing me right behind my ear. “Mmm, this is nice.” I purred as I closed my eyes and steadied my breathing, enjoying the sensation of his arms tangled around me. “Mhmmm,” he cooed back, tightening his grip as we drifted off to sleep.

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Whiskey, Sweetheart: Part 3

Pairing: Norman Reedus x OFC, Past JDM x OFC Warnings: RPF, Smut, Language, Breif Violence, Jealousy, Angst, Older man/Younger Woman.

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Summary: After Jeffrey’s neglect pushed her away and into the arms of his best friend, Norman and Ky have to figure out if their new relationship can withstand not only the aftermath of the unspeakable crime they commited to keep her safe, but the backlash that comes from being co-workers with a very betrayed Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

A/n: This is the Sequel to Anytime, Sweetheart and The Conquests of Norman Reedus. You’ll probably be a bit confused if you haven’t read Conquests yet, though, or at least the Finale, but you could probably figure it out on your own if you don’t want to. But I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to, lol.

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"I just wanted to ask how Jeffrey feels about how close Norman and Kylin have gotten recently." Norman moved his sunglasses that he had had propped up on the brim of his cap back over his eyes, his arms crossing as he shook his head slightly with irritation. Jeffrey leaned forward with a chuckle, his eyes finding Norman's profile as he shook his head as well in amusement before leaning back in his chair and scrubbing his face. "Jesus fucking christ." I mumbled as my grip on Jensen's hand tightened as we watched from our place in the audience. "Tollllldddd youuuuuu." Jensen sang quietly, not moving his mouth out of the firm line it had been secured in. I closed my eyes as I awaited their response, the room almost completely silent as the crowd listened expectantly. "Doen't really matter how I feel anymore, does it, Bubbah?" Jeffrey jabbed with the amused smirk still on his lips, one elbow resting on the table to prop his head up as he peered down the table at Norman again. Norman parted his lips slightly and let his tongue run along the edge of his bottom one for a moment before leaning forward slightly, toward the microphone and popping out a quick, "Nope," before sinking back into his seat. Everyone at the table looked around questioningly, Andy being the only one dumb enough say anything, "I sense trouble in Paradise." "You could say that, yeah, Andy," Jeff snorted in response. "I’m perfectly happy," Norman said nonchalantly, shrugging for emphasis, "Got laid this morning by a hot ass chick, meetin' all these cool people," He held his hand out towards the audience, winking as he looked over at Andrew,"Got your fine ass right here. Ain't no trouble in my paradise, baby." "Next Question," Chris urged on, judging it best to move away from the tense subject. "When do you think Daryl is going to get his revenge against Negan?" Another fan asked, "After Negan gets his revenge on Daryl." Jeffrey butted in sarcastically. "I hope soon, Daryl should get to rock Negan's jaw one more good time just for funsies, I think. Take Lucille as a trophy." Norman snorted, winking down the table towards Jeff. 

"We all know how Norman likes to take things that aren't his." Jeffrey snarked, scrubbing his jaw as he sat back in his chair proud of himself. "Prolly wouldn't be taken if it was taken care of properly." Norman jutted back, unimpressed. "Good God," I breathed, rolling my eyes in my frustration of the events unfolding before me that I had no way of stopping, "This is ridiculous." The rest of the panel went pretty much the same, the other cast members answering questions in between Norman and Jeffrey playing "who's got the bigger dick." By the time the half-hour extravaganza was over, I was so mentally exhausted that all I wanted to do was go back to my hotel room and sleep. Unfortunately, though, Misha and Jensen still had their autographs and Misha had insisted that I help him announce the Gish Winner's trip during it. I was typing along on my laptop, planning the fabulous trip to Hawaii Misha had decided on and contacting the winners when the first group of annoyance came forth. "I heard that she cheated on Jeff with Norman, who does that?" "Jeff's so much hotter than Norman..." "What a whore..." "Who does that? With his best friend?" "I heard she slept with Corey Taylor, too, when she did that video with him...." I rolled my eyes at the whispering women who quickly quieted down the moment they approached Misha. Misha looked at me with sympathetic eyes as he silently signed the documents presented in front of him, not making conversation with the gossiping ninnies like he would any of the other fans. "Just ignore them, Ky." Misha called back to me after a particularly nasty group came through with their scowls and hushed insults, "If we were at one of our cons you know this shit wouldn't fly with me." "I know, Mish, it's fine. SOME PEOPLE ARE JUST ASSHOLES," I replied back, the last sentence loud enough for everyone to hear. "Calm down, Kylin, no need to yell." Jensen scolded without looking at me from his place, but I could hear the teasing in his voice. "Can I go to the greenroom?" I huffed as I looked up to Misha's back, my arms crossed and a pouty look across my face. Misha sighed, but turned around and nodded his head, leaning against the table with his hands on either side of him, "Yeah, girl, go on. Just get everything done, please." "You know I will," I winked with a smile, standing up and gathering my things before basically running behind the curtains. My ass began to vibrate as my message tone went off once I closed the door to the small room designated for Supernatural's cast and crew, the room completely empty and silent. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and flopped down on one of the comfy looking couches, my thumb scrolling my password in as I pulled my computer out with my other hand. NORMSKIE<3: You gettin as much shit as I am? ME: Probably more. Are you at ops or autos? N: Autos rn. Ops next. Where r u? ME: Greenroom, said fuck that mess. I'll be here till Mish & Jen are done with their ops. N: I'll meet u there when I'm done. ME: Mkay. Lemme know when youre otw. N: <3 ME: <3 I kicked my feet up on the couch after kicking my shoes off, my exhaustion setting in as my eyes became heavy from staring at the screen for so long. I finished up what I needed to do to book the arrangements, closed my laptop and grabbed one of the throw blankets littering the couch. It didn't take me too long to doze off. It barely felt like five minutes when suddenly my haziness started to dissipate and low voices were able to be heard. "Uh, is that Ky?" A confused-toned voice came through my drowsiness. "Yeah, man, she's been like this for an hour, she's not waking up," was replied back by the familiar voice I was pressed up against, my cheek humming with the rumble. "She okay?" "Seems like she's exhausted, she's been snoring like a fucking freight train." The vibration sounded again as my eyes opened slightly to find the light bright, urging me to close them again and nuzzle deeper into whatever hole I'd been protected in. "Who are you again?" "Sorry, man, uh, I'm Rob." "Norman," I could feel the jerks from them shaking hands, bringing a groan to my lips as my face buried itself further into Rob's tummy, "Did she fall asleep like that?" "She crawls around in her sleep, man, uh, I came in and we were practicing, she was taking up all the couch so I tried to move her, ha, she ended up like this...."Rob chuckled nervously, moving the guitar that had been blocking the light and lulling me deeper into dreamland a few minutes prior to take a peek at me, "You gonna wake up, sleepy head?" "Meehhhh" I growled in complaint, squinting my eyes. "Kylin?" Norman asked, his body tilting slightly to try to see me at a better angle, there was a small bite to his voice when he spoke again as his eyes took in what he was seeing, "You enjoy your nap?" "Shuddup. Rob's comfy." I groaned as Rob moved the guitar out of his lap and onto the floor before helping me hoist myself up into the sitting position. I could tell my hair was a mess as I attempted to run my fingers through it, looking up to Norm with a small smile. Norman, however, just kinda stared at me with his eyebrow cocked, earning him an eye roll from me. "Norman, Rob Benedict. Rob, Norman Reedus" I gestured back and forth between the two men.

"He already introduced himself, hun." Rob smiled, shaking his head as he nudged me, "I'm gonna go find Rich and see what he's doing. I'll find you later." "Mmmkay, later." I assured as he kissed my cheek before standing up, me scooting over to where he'd been sitting to gather his guitar in my lap as Norman sat down next to me. "That's your ex Rob?" Norman asked, leaning his elbows on his knees. "That's my friend, Rob, who I just so happened to have dated in the past, yes." I looked over to him as I strummed a meaningless chord, my eyebrow quirking up at his attempted accusation. "The one you slept with when you went back to L.A?" "Jesus fucking Christ," I sighed, shaking my head as I strummed again, my fingers playing delicately on the frets, "Is that gonna be a problem?" "Not unless it becomes one." He said easily, his eyebrow still cocked as he leaned back into the couch, his arm draped across the back of it, "You comin' back to Georgia with me?" I rolled my eyes and continued to play, not really paying attention to what I was doing until I felt Norman's hand on my lower back. "I didn't know you played." "Well, now you know."    "I guess there's a lot of stuff I dunno, huh?" "That's the fun part, right?" "Guess so." He chuckled, tugging me into his side as he wrapped both of his arms around me. He leaned down to kiss the top of my hair before leaning his head back against the sofa cushions with his eyes closed. "This is nice." The niceness was short lived as the door was suddenly kicked open, a shouting Rich storming through with his phone in front of his face,  followed by all the other cast members that had recently gotten their lunch break. "KYLIN! KYLIN FUCKING ACKLES! SAY HELLO TO DICK CHAT!" he screamed at me as he shoved the phone in my face, me giving him a sarcastic smile back and flipped him off, burring my face back into Norman's side. "Oh look, it's Daryl fucking Dixon!" Richard beamed as he put the phone down, holding his hand out for Norman to shake "Richard Speight, man, love your stuff." "Thanks, man." Norman rasped before wrapping his arm back around, peering down at me with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "This is the family, Norm, That's Richard, obviously, and that's Ruth, Bri, Kim, Osric and Adam, they're all apart of the cast." I explained, pointing at each person. Everyone turned to wave 'hello' before returning to whatever they'd been doing, besides Rich, who of course squeezed himself in the couch beside me. "How have you been, lovely?" Rich cooed as he popped my thigh with his hand, his head moving to rest on my shoulder. "Dealing with shit," I huffed lightly, my own cheek moving to rest against Rich's crown, "Can't wait 'till this weekend is over, though." "Yeah, I heard," Rich started, moving his head to sit straight and turn slightly to be able to look at both me and Norman, "Some nasty shit going 'round." "People constantly got somethin' to say." Norman shook his head, bringing the hand that wasn't rested on my arm to his face to gnaw on his fingers, "Shits so fuckin' stupid." "I've been dealing with it since Jeff and I started dating, it's something that comes with the territory, I get it." I explained, sitting up slightly to rest my chin in my hand as my elbow hit my knee, "I'm not gonna let it get to me." "Wouldn't surprise me if it did," Norman mumbled, swiping his fingers across his goatee with annoyance, "Shit's a lot to deal with." "Kylin's dealt with a lot of shit over the years," Rich verified, squeezing my leg again for good measure, "Ain't no stupid fan girls gonna run her away."

"So are you gonna go back to Georgia with me?" Norman asked again as we sat on my hotel bed eating pizza and watching a movie. It was Saturday now, and he was scheduled to fly back the next morning. 

The rest of the events of the convention had been much of the same, snarky remarks between Norman and Jeff mixed with bitchy fan girls spewing hate everywhere they could. I ignored most of it, but I was still happy to be getting away from the public eye for awhile.

"You know I am." I smirked at him, bringing the slice of pizza to my lips. "You ne'er said you were." Norman mumbled back with a mouth full of food. "Why wouldn't I? I don't have anything else better to do then hang out with my sexy boyfriend." I winked sarcastically. "So that's what I am now?" Norman choked, eyebrows raising.

I could feel my face flush red at the realization of the term I'd used, my eyes widening as I held back a cough, "Uhh...."

Norman covered his mouth as he swallowed his food, a grin smirking across his face and crinkling his eyelids, "S' cute." I shook my head, my hands covering my face in embarrassment, "You know how I said a while back that I put my foot in my mouth around you?" "I figured that was just the sexual innuendos" He snorted back. "God, are you there? It's me, Kylin. Just take me down now, yeah?" I mocked, looking up to the sealing and lifting my palms. "Why are you so embarrassed? You know you're my girl." "Yeah, but we never really talked about...titles and stuff." "Well...let's talk about it." He said nonchalantly, taking another bite. I raised my eyebrows in curiosity as I waited to see if he'd continue. "So...." I mumbled after a moment of awkward silence. "I'm not really....good with having a girlfriend, Ky, I'm not gonna lie. It's not easy." "I get that." "It's been a while." "I get that, too."

"I know things are still...difficult with Jeff. I get that you loved him a lot." He gave me a shy smile as he looked up at me from his bangs. "I did. I'm not going to lie to you, it's not as easy for me as I make it out, I guess. It hurts still, ya know? And how he's been acting now....Jesus, hell, I get it if you don't wanna..." "That's not what I'm saying, hun, not at all." He shifted more to where he was cross legged in front of me, "I just don't know what you expect outta me."

I snorted, shaking my head at him as I met his eyes, "I don't expect anything from anyone, Norm. You're one of my closest friends, you're always here for me. That's all I need from you." 

Norman nodded, small smile returning as he grabbed my hands and pulled me closer to him, my face falling into his chest as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and ran his hands down my back, "I'll do my best." "Good." I smiled. 

I had two days in Georgia with Norman before I had to unceremoniously reattach myself to Misha's hip until Christmas. During those two days though, one of which was going to have to be spent around Jeffrey at the wrap party and of course Norman and I were just thrilled. "We're only staying for dinner, after that we're going to a bar and getting trashed." Norman promised as he walked down the hallway towards the bathroom where I was doing my makeup. He had his tie about halfway tied when he made it to the door and stopped dead in his tracks, "Jesus fucking Christ."

"What?" I asked, looking at his reflection in the mirror. I could see his eyes raking up my frame from the tips of the high-heeled ankle boots I was wearing, up my tights covering my legs to the short skirt that barely reached passed my ass. His eyes visibly darkened as he let his tie fall loose around his neck, forgotten, as he approached me from behind, his hands going to my outer thighs and working their way up. "Seein' you bent over like that....mmmm" He groaned as he pressed himself against me, his terribly hard cock rutting against me through his thin dress pants. His fingers found my hips as he pressed me back over the counter, my blouse riding up my lower back as his hands splayed across my flesh, "So fuckin' hot." "Norman, we're going to be late," I whimpered breathlessly, my eyes closing as wetness pooled between my legs with his touch. "Don't fucking care." He growled as he pushed my shirt up more, exposing my tattooed back to his view that encouraged another growl from him. His fingernails raked across my Boondock Saints tattoo, the pads of his thumbs following by rubbing deep circles into the ink. He dipped his fingers into the waist of my skirt and tights, pulling them quickly down to my knees to expose me to him. "You know how fucking gorgeous you are, Whiskey?" He murmured as he took a step back to enjoy the view of me bent over for him as he unbuckled his his belt and pulled his own pants down enough to pull his aching cock out, shaking his head in disbelief, his eyes never leaving my heat as he languidly stroked himself, "God damn irresistible." His eyes met mine again in the mirror as he stepped back against me, him slicking the swollen head of his dick through my folds before pushing into me with one swift thrust, urging me further against the counter with a grunt. "Fuck," I whimpered, eyes rolling back and sealing shut as his hands gripped my hips to hold me still, the sensation from the stretch of his thickness driving me insane. "Yeah, that's it, girl..." He groaned, biting his lip as he began to pump in and out of me slowly, his focus darting between my reflection in the glass and where our bodies were causing a explicit slapping sound. "Fuck, Norman!" I cried out as he buried himself deeper in me, his fingers leaving baby bruises where they dug into my skin. "Yeah, say my name," He grunted back as he picked up his pace, the sound of our thighs echoing louder. "Normannnn!" I keened as I forced my hand between my own legs, the heel of my hand working my clit as my finger tips brushed back and forth against his balls. "Oh fuck yeah!" He panted as he wound a hand into my hair, gently tugging it to straighten my back against his chest, my fingertips circling puckered bundle of nerves as quickly as I could, "Take it, girl..." "Fuuuuuuhhhhk!" I screamed as my body convulsed against his, my orgasm washing over me in blissful waves of climax. The pulses of my walls against his throbbing cock sent him spiraling with me as her pushed me back against the counter to let himself spill onto the shiny tile floor. "Fuckin' hell." He grunted out as the last of his release dripped from him before he tucked himself back into his pants, "You're gonna kill me." "Not if you kill me first, Reedus," I laughed breathlessly, trying to regain my composure as I pulled my skirt and stockings up correctly, "Can I finish my hair now?" "You can do whatever you want, sweetheart." He chuckled, going back to tying his tie.

"Well look who finally decided to show up!" Andrew beamed as he pulled the giant wooden door open of his Georgia house, smile blistering his face as he engulfed Norman in a hug. "Sorry we're late man...got...busy." "I bet you did, cheeky bastard." Andy teased as he released Norm from his grasp, turning his attention to me and wrapping me up in his arms, "How've you been, my love?" "Getting through it." I said pleasantly, shrugging slightly as we separated. "Well you look amazing, dear, come on, lets get you two fed." he smiled sweetly, his arm still around my shoulder as he lead us into the dining room. Everyone was already there, the entire cast sitting around the large table giggling and laughing, letting out a loud "Heyyyy!" when we finally entered the room. Of course, Jeffrey didn't pay any attention to either of us, just to the brunette who's face I couldn't see linked to his arm. I ignored him anyway as we took our seats at the opposite end of the table, until Norman finally looked over to them and his eyes almost popped out of his head. "Jaxon?" My head immediately whipped around from where I'd been chatting with Lauren at the mention of the name, my eyes coming in contact finally with the woman who had herself draped across Jeffrey as he fed her small little bites of food. She looked to Norman and smiled, almost cockily, twinkling her fingers with a small wave in his direction. "You two know each other?" Andy asked unknowingly. I snorted, rushing to clamp my hand over my mouth to prevent the champagne I'd been attempting to swallow from flying across the table. Norman shot me a warning, unamused glare. "Damn, Jeff," I choked, trying to compose myself again, "Didn't think you were the one to pay for it." Everyone kind of looked around with confusion written all over their faces as Jaxon sat up more in her seat, prying her self away from Jeffrey who was shooting daggers at me with his irise as he spoke, "I paid for you, didn't I?" I snorted again at his poor attempt to jab me, "Honey, you paid me three grand to talk to me, I'm sure you're probably payin' a lot less for a lot more with that one." "Excuse me?" Jaxon sneered, her head recoiling as if she'd been punched as she scrunched her face up. "I'm sorry, did I accidentally speak your name? I didn't think so." I retorted right back. "Jesus Christ," Norman mumbled, scrubbing his lip with his finger tips as he ducked his head down, "Ky, stop." "Uhhhhhh, I am utterly confused right now," Andy said, obviously flustered as his head whipped back and forth from our end of the table to theirs. "Jeffrey thinks he's being cute, but really he's just playing himself." "Sometime it's nice to have someone who actually knows what they're doing, what can I say?" He grinned back, tongue stroking the front of his teeth smugly. It was Norman's turn to snort now as he raised his head back up, "Seriously, dude? Who were you fucking?" Everyone had stayed quiet to see how the argument was going to play out, but once Lauren had decided that it wasn't going to end smoothly, she finally spoke up, "Okay, now, guys, let's put your cocks back in your pants until at least desert. I haven't had enough to drink to deal with the 'Who's fucking who' game just yet." "I think it's time Ky and I go, we got shit to do." "Oh yeah, and what's that Bubbah?" Jeffrey sneered as he watched us stand up with Andy and make our way around the table. "Well, first, I'm going to get 'er in my truck, then possibly get those tights off of her thighs, " Norman started, dark smirk playing on his face as he teased, "Then while we're on the way to the bar so I can get her nice and toasted, my hand's gonna be up her skirt." He wrapped his arms around me after I pulled on my coat and tugged me into his side before looking back to Jeff and Jaxon, "Then, when I get her home, I'mma be buried in between her sexy ass legs for as long as I possibly can." "Shouldn't take too long." "Longer than you," I snorted back as we made our exit. "Sorry about that, guys" Andy apologized as he closed the door behind us. "Don' worry 'bout it, man, we knew he was gonna start shit." "Didn't expect him to bring your favorite prostitute to dinner, though." I giggled, covering my mouth with my hand again as Norman threw me another glare. Andrew attempted to contain his own chuckle but failed, shaking his head as he ran a hand over his beard in amusement, "You know it's just going to be rough with him. He'll get over it." "I don't have to deal with his ass 'till April now, it's her that I'm concerned about." Norman replied, looking down at me with a small hint of sympathy in his eyes. "I'll be fine, you know that." I assured. "He's still a dick." "Yup." I agreed, popping the 'p,' before giving Andy a hug goodbye and climbing into Norman's truck.

The darkness dissipated as a groan emanated through my lips, the sun brightening everything around me as it poured through the window Norman had just opened. "Wake up." Norman's gruff rasp came from somewhere near the devil light. "Where the fuck am I?" I grunted, throwing my arm over my face to shield my eyes. A chuckle came from Norman, where he stood at the edge of the bed, looking just as rough, "Who're you?" "What the fuck happened?" "You don't remember?" he barked a laugh as his eyebrows raised. "Oh lord, that's never a good sign." I whined, rolling my eyes. "You hungover?"

"Like Satan after his fucking birthday dude. Kill me" I groaned, rolling over and stuffing a pillow over my head. "There's Tylenol on the nightstand." Norman advised with a smile. "Grrrr." "You might wanna check your Instagram." "Grrrrr." "We were pretty drunk last night." He chuckled nervously. "Why don't I remember anything?" I mumbled from still under the pillow. "Absinthe may have been involved. And Rumpleminz." "Judas, why?" "I can't remember." He chuckled lightly again. "Fuuuuuuuck" I bitched as I untucked myself from the sheets, swallowing the pills and water as fast as possible before finding my phone and making my way to the bathroom. I did my business while checking my social media. I had hundreds of notifications of comments on multiple pictures Norman and I had been tagged in, all of them involving Norman's tongue being shoved down my throat or us feeding each other more liquor. "Jesus Christ." I grunted as flicked the screen off and went to brush my teeth. "So much for staying low, huh?" Norman teased as I rejoined him in his bedroom, him laying back down on the bed now looking almost just as miserable as me. I crawled into the bed and fell into his side, my head on his outstetched arm as I closed my eyes again. "People are assholes," I mumbled against his skin, nuzzling into his broad shoulder as he wrapped his arm tenderly around my waist. "Shit's prolly about to hit the fan." "You worried?" "Not really so much about me, more for you. People are....intense when it comes to me dating someone. I don't want you to deal with the bullshit of dealing with me." I snorted, rolling my eyes as I looked up at him, "I'm not concerned, Norm." He hummed in response and dug his nose into my hair, rolling over to engulf me into his arms again as we dozed back off to sleep for the next few hours. 

"Come on, get up, Whiskey." Norman chuckled, shaking me lightly. I groaned again, sleep grogging my brain still even though my hang over had dissipated immensely "Whaaat?" "Come on, let's go ridin'." "Riding what?" "Uh, my bike?" He said with a chuckle, my eyes finally open to see his pretty blue irises beaming down at me from the side of the bead, his hand was on my hip where he'd been wiggling me, and his fingertips squeezed the flesh lovingly as he leaned down to kiss me, "Come on, get up, it's pretty outside." I groaned again but did as he said, taking a quick shower before pulling on a pair of worn jeans and a long sleeve shirt with my jacket and sunglasses, piling on the bike with him before he set off towards the Georgia back roads. 

The streets curved and rolled up and down into hills along the pastures before cutting into the giant trees that of the forest. The air was crisp and cool against my face as I clung to Norman’s back, the side of my face pressed against his leather jacket as I hummed in contentment.

I thought about how much I really didn’t care what people said, even if I would have probably thought the same things from outside the situation. I felt safe, secure, and loved with Norman whenever he was near, something that I now that I was truly thinking about it, I didn’t ever really feel completely with Jeffrey. I knew he loved me, he had been there for me for so much, which was what made it even harder for me to comprehend how he acted towards me after the situation with Anthony. Maybe he just couldn’t deal with what we did, or maybe he just didn’t like seeing the monster that Anthony had forced me to become. 

Norman and I hadn’t ever spoken about what all had occurred, but I could tell that he didn’t judge me for it the way that Jeffrey did. The few times that I had talked to Jeff after the incident he had said little short things that stung me, and it fueled my resentment towards him and of course encouraged me to argue. I didn’t feel the need to defend my self or my actions with Norman, and I liked that. 

“It’s beautiful out here, isn’t it?” He called back, startling me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah, it is.” I agreed with a smile, leaning up around him to kiss the small sliver of exposed skin on the back of his neck before returning my face back to its spot against his back. 

We rode around for a few hours before he finally made our way back to the house, shedding our jackets and helmets and shoes at the door before making our way into the kitchen for lunch and drinks.

“What do you want to drink, babe?” I called out as I poured myself a glass of Cabernet that probably didn’t pair very well with the microwave pizza I was melting. 

His breath was on my neck in an instant, startling me since I didn’t know he had entered the room or walked all the way up behind me. He spun my around and pinned me against the cabinet, his eyes dark with lust as they raked over my face and neck.

“I think I need some Whiskey, Sweetheart,” He rasped before plunging his tongue into my mouth.

[hornsbeforehalos]

Anytime, Sweetheart: Part 17

Pairing: JDM x OFC,  Features: Ackles & Padalecki Families, R2, Misha Collins & Vicky Vantoch, Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Kim Rhodes, Briana Buckmaster, Ruth Connell, Corey Taylor and other cast members & OFCs* *THIS IS AN RPF FIC** SERIES MASTERLIST Summary: (I’m horrible at summaries, but let me try): Kylin Ackles runs to her brother’s house after leaving her abusive boyfriend of 3 years, where she meets Jeffrey. Events unfold that bring them together, as well as push them apart. Warnings: Emotional abuse, Physical Violence, mentions of rape, cursing, drinking, recreational drug use (weed), Strip Club, RPF, NSFW**, GIFs, implied smut, Age Difference, Slow burn, Emotional rollercoaster, poorly written smutt, etc… 18+ please(A/N: This is strictly a work of fiction that I came up with off the top of my head. For fictional purposes, his S/O & Son are not mentioned. I love him and his little family, though, so no hate intended. This is the first time posting anything on Tumblr, but I couldn’t get it out of my head since my ao3 fic is currently on hiatus because writers block. Feedback is appreciated. unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.) TAGS: @jml509 @jesbakescookies @daddy-kink-confirmed@aquivercactus  @xagateophobiax @sorenmarie87@missghoul18@jdmfanfiction @jeffreydeanneganstrash @through-thesilver-lining@beffyblueeyes @docharleythegeekqueen

   "Jesus Christ, Jeffrey, what the fuck were we thinking!?" I whined from the shower stall, scrubbing myself clean.    "I-I-I'm sorry, Ky, I couldn't...you said..." was his muttered response from where he stood leaning against the bathroom sink.    "Fucking bitch. We're screwed. I'm screwed. God damn." I huffed, blowing water out of my face as I rinsed my hair.

"Just because...doesn't mean that anything's gonna come from it."    "Jeff, this is me. My luck is shit." I replied, shutting off the water and opening the door.    He greeted me with a towel in his open arms for me to step into, which I did and appreciated him engulfing me in it and kissing the top of my wet head as he held me.    "Would it be so bad, having a baby with me?" He frowned, looking down at me with an emotion in his eye I couldn't quite place.    I sighed, "Jeff, neither of our lives are available for a baby. Hell, we barely see each other ever." "And who's idea was that?"    "Hey, I'm fucking here, aren't I?" I furrowed my brow and recoiled my head from him in offence. "Which brings me to my next question."    I sighed again and stepped out of the bathroom with the towel around my body and into his bedroom to find a shirt. I picked one of his old ACDC ones and threw it on before pulling the leggings I had been previously wearing back over my thighs. The sun was up now and Jeffrey had called into set while I was in the shower to let him know that he was going to be running late. "I don't want to talk about it, Jeffrey. I'm here. I wanted to see you and I came."    "Yeah you did." He teased, wagging his eyebrows and biting his tongue between his teeth. He trapped me between his arms as he loomed over where I sat on the bed. 

   I rolled my eyes at him and patted him on the soft scruff of his cheek with my hand, earning me a chuckle as he nuzzled his face into my palm.    "You wanna come to work with me today?" he rasped as he moved to kiss my neck.    "What else am I gonna do while I'm here? Got two days before the boys get in." I smirked at him, pushing him away so I could stand up and make my way over to his dresser mirror. I braided my long, wet hair into pigtails and wiped the remaining smudged eyeliner from my face. He pressed himself against my backside and moved his hands in front of my to play with my braids.    "You're so damn cute, woman. I still can't believe you're actually standing in front of me. What changed your mind?" He put his chin on the top of my head and looked at me through the mirror.    "Someone reminded me that I belong with you." I replied sweetly, meeting his eyes in the reflection with a tender smile on my face.    "Was it your boy toy?" He quirked an eye brow at me and I narrowed my lids at him and exhaled a growlish sound. He chuckled a bit before wrapping his long arms around my shoulders and I brought my hands up to his forearms.    "He kissed me." I said truthfully, watching his reaction as the words registered in his mind.    He took a deep breath in and exhaled loudly, his shoulders moving with the motion before tightening his arms around me. He was quietly looking at my face in the mirror, eyes glinting. "And you didn't like it?" he finally spoke.    "I'm here, aren't I?" I repeated again, annoyance flitting through my voice "I flew across the continent by myself to run into your arms, didn't I?"    He gave a small smirk at that, one side of his mouth lifting as he huffed a small giggle before pulling away from me, "I suppose."

   I made Jeffrey stop by a drug store on the way to the studios so I could get the Plan B pill, me praying and hoping to whatever gods and goddesses there were that I didn't end up with a rug rat outta this.    "You probably should get on some birth control, sweetpea. Ain't no way I'mma be able to pull out everytime." he'd said once I had crawled back into the truck and popped the little pill in my mouth. I swallowed with a deep gulp of my Red Bull and looked over to him with a smirk. 

   "Who says you're getting anymore, Mr. Morgan?" the tone in my voice obviously hinting at the opposite.    A hum came from his chest as he looked at me knowingly as he placed his hand on my bare thigh. I had changed into shorts and a tank top before we left the house, the Georgia heat blistering. I propped my sandaled feet up on the dashboard, his hand not moving, and sat back in the seat as he rubbed his calloused hands over my flesh.    "Ms. Ackles, has anyone ever told you you're the biggest tease in the world?" He chuckled, squeezing the tenderness a bit and causing my breath to hitch. My eyes shifted over to see the gorgeous smile plastered across his face while his forearm rested over the steering wheel. I snorted, "Tom did all the time. See where that got him."    "Tom didn't have a smile as awesome as mine." He shifted his hand up a little bit further, towards the frayed ends of my shorts.    "True, Mistah J. You do have a killer smile," I giggled in my best Harley impersonation.    He chuckled again and shook his head, his eyes closing for a second before returning to the road, "I love you, you know that?" "Yes." I turned my head to look at him as he continued to stare forward "You love me?" his eyes shifted to me for a second and he bit his bottom lip. "Sometimes." I sighed, teasing him with a Cheshire grin. "Brat." He chuckled again, giving my thigh a little shake in amusement. "Always." I snorted back at him.  "My Brat."    "If you can put up with me." My eyebrow raised up at him in challenge as I glanced sideways at him.  "You ain't nothing that I can't handle, darlin'." he assured.  "If you say so, Mr. J." "I say so, Ms. Ackles, and what I say goes."

   Jeffrey and I walked hand in hand through the rows of trailers at the studio, his eyes twinkling behind his RayBans as he swung our arms back and forth with a smile on his face that could make a blind woman see again.    "Happy, love?" I asked with a giggle as I peered up at him behind my own sunglasses.    "Hell fucking yeah I am." He beamed down at me, his smile seeming to get even brighter, "I got laid last night."    I rolled my eyes as we approached Norman's trailer, Jeffrey rapping at the door with a "Woof."    Norman opened the door, dressed in his Daryl wardrobe, and his eyes instantly went to me, "Kylin! What the fuck!" 

   "Hey Normskie." I chuckled as he launched himself down the stairs at me, tangling me in a bear hug before taking my face in his hands,    "So fucking good to see you, girl! I've been needing to talk to you!" He kissed my forehead with a smack before turning towards Jeff, "You went and got your girl, didn't you, brother?"    "Actually, Bubbah, this time she came for me." He explained, brushing his beard down with his hand as he smirked at the innuendo.    Norman, never missing a beat or an opportunity, gave a naughty grin of his own and replied, "I bet she did"    We stepped into Norman's trailer and I found myself a spot on the sofa, Jeffrey sitting next to me and placing his arm on the back behind me. Norman sat on the floor in front of us on the other side of the coffee table. He leaned over and opened one of the nearby cabinets and pulled out a small pipe and sack and began to pack a bowl. 

   "I got a call back from Webster, the dude I introduced you to at the gallery?" he began, looking up from his task to see me nod my head before continuing, "I sent him the work that we took in New York before you left, and he really liked it. He talked to the artist on the project he's working with and she apparently really liked your style. I gave him your info, so they should be calling you within the week he said." He brought the pipe and lighter to his lips, taking a hit before passing it towards me.    My eyes widened as I comprehended what he said at the same time as I shifted forward on the couch to take the pipe from his hands, "Really? They liked it?" I took a hit and passed it to Jeff, "That's crazy."    "You're good at everything you do, woman. I don't know why you doubt yourself so much." Jeffrey insisted, lungs full of smoke before he exhaled, "Give yourself some credit."    I rolled my eyes as at him and shifted back towards Norman, "I really wasn't thinking that it would go past me and you messing around."     Norman burst out laughing with smoke still in his lungs, enticing a coughing fit from his as he regained control.    "Jesus Christ, I'm smoother than cream cheese on your mama's bagel until I get around your dumb ass, you know that?" I shook my head and looked down as I took the pipe from him, cheeks burning as Jeffrey continued to chuckle behind me. I turned around and smacked him in the chest, "Shut the fuck up, Morgan."    "Yes 'mam." he snorted, trying to stiffle his laughter as a P.A knocked on the door to call Daryl to film and Jeff to wardrobe. 

​   "Well isn't this a pleasant surprise?" Andrew Lincoln beamed, coming up behind me from where I sat in Jeffrey's chair behind the film crew.    "Hey, Andy, how have you been?" I replied with a smile, outstretching my arms for him to hug me.    "Good, love. Good, good." He answered as he sat down in the chair next to me, "Here for buisness or pleasure?"    "A little bit of both, actually. I flew in early to see Jeff, but I have a convention this weekend with my boys." "Lovely, dear. We should have drinks this weekend while everyone's here."    "That would be awesome, Misha's birthday's on Monday and he's been dying to celebrate." "It's settled then. I'll get with Jeffrey and handle the details."

   "Details about what?" Came his raspy voice, pulling my attention away from Andy and back to him. God Damn that fucking leather jacket and bat. Pull it together, Ky. "Dinner and drinks with everyone this weekend, mate."

   Jeffrey nodded his head with a wink towards me, "Any chance I get to get this one liquored up, I take."    "Lord Jesus." I huffed, shaking my head as he leaned down to place a chaste kiss on my lips.    "I even still have that little black dress in my closet," He lowly rasped in my ear, sending goosebumps to the surface of my skin. "Hmmm, you never did get to see it on me, did you?"    "No, doll, I didn't. I also didn't get to take you out on my bike, which is why I'm leaving early today." "You already came in late, Jeff."    "And I'm already done with what they need of me. Get your purse and get in the truck, woman." He retorted teasingly.    "Yes, sir." I snorted, rolling my eyes once more before hoisting myself off the chair and bidding Andy a good day.

   The wind was whipping through my hair like crazy, the braids thrashing around behind me like I was Medusa under my helmet or something. My leather jacket that Jeffrey had bought just for me stuck to his where my arms were wrapped tightly around his waist. I kept my eyes squeezed shut, not out of fear, but to keep the wind and dust out of them while Jeffrey stormed down the long stretch of asphalt at a speed that had to be nearing 100mph. He would chuckle when he felt me squeeze tighter on a turn or gear shift, happy to feel my small little body clinging to him like my life depended on it. Well, technically it did.    We rode around for an hour and a half before he finally pulled us into a quiet diner right out side Senoia. Jeff and Norman frequented there on their excursions, so when we stepped in the hostess was quick to greet him. "Mr. Morgan, nice to see you this evening!" She smiled, kind eyes flicking between the two of us, "Will it be just ya'll this evening?"    "Yes, 'mam" he replied, voice unintentionally husky. The poor girls face flushed at his tone before she quickly turned and lead us to a back booth. I shot him a look and he shrugged his shoulders innocently "You're gonna give someone a heart attack with that voice, one day, Mr. J."    "Oh yeah," He lowered his baritone down until it was almost just a rumble from his toes as he pushed his reading glasses on to his face. He slithered a hand under the tablecloth and reached over to grab my leg and pull my foot into his lap. He looked across the table at me with hooded eyes and massaged my calf.    "Jesus." I gasped, feeling my pupils dilate as I watched him smirk at me. He chuckled a bit before taking one hand and opening the menu in front of him, laying it down flat and assessing it as he returned his fingers to my muscle under the table.    I opened my own menu and looked over it, an array of  comfort foods that could only be found in the South. My mouth watered at both the dinner options and the delicious way that Jeffrey's fingers worked my leg. The waitress came over and took our drink orders and Jeffrey pulled my other leg into his lap to continue, the both of us quietly stealing looks from one another as we made our meal choices. I couldn't control a few of the mewls that his hands dragged out of me, which caused him to rumble a chuckle as he watched me.    "The usual, Mr. Morgan? Where's Mr. Reedus this evening?" The waitress said when she approached a short time later to refill our sweet teas and take our order.    "He's somewhere, hon. Just me and this hellcat tonight." He lifted his hands onto the table and gestured to me. The young woman smiled and shifted her eyes over to me.    "You're Dean's little sister, aren't you?" She asked as she pulled out her order pad.    "Ha." I huffed, lowering my face and shaking my head for a second before looking back up to her, "Yeah, Jensen's my brother."    "He's so hot." she commented absentmindedly, before startling her self back into reality, "Oh! Sorry."    "You're fine, doll." He chuckled, pulling his glasses off his nose and handing her the menu before looking to me, "I'll take my usual. What are you getting, Darling?" "Chicken fried steak, please, with mash potatoes and macaroni." "Ha!" Jeffrey and the waitress both barked at the same time. "What?" I asked, confusion contorting my face and making my eyebrow raise    "That's his 'usual', sweetheart. That's cute." She looked between the two of us with a sweet smile and a giggle before turning and heading towards the kitchen.    "Well, that's funny." He said, reaching over to take my hands while scrunching his nose playfully.    "Great minds' stomachs think alike." I grinned back, squeezing his fingers slightly in affection. 

​   Dinner was absolutely amazing and the ride home was thrill-full as well. Jeffrey learned over our meal that I had actually knew how to ride on the back of a bike and took full advantage of it, taking the turns sharper and lower and letting the bike growl just a little bit louder with the speed. I held on to him for dear life the entire time, and I kinda think that that's why he really through caution towards the wind. 

   When we got back to his house, it was just after ten. I was exhausted, being up for almost 24 hours straight was definitely taking its toll on me. I quickly stripped and changed back into the ACDC shirt I had stolen from Jeffrey earlier, forgoing pants, and curled myself up on his huge leather sofa.    "Tired, baby doll?" He asked, sitting beside me and handing me a big glass of red wine. He had changed into sleep pants and a tank top, and in his other hand carried a tray with a pack of rolling papers and allt he other ingredients needed to roll a joint. "Mmm, yeah. Jetlag is finally catching up with me, I think."    "I'm sorry, baby doll. This, that, and me will get you knocked out in no time." He gestured to my glass of wine that I was sipping from and the nicely rolled reefer in between his fingers.    "Mmm, amazing." I smiled sleepily at him at the taste of the sweet alcohol. He lit the spliff and inhaled deeply, choking slightly on the smoke as he passed it to me and turned on the television.    He sat back into the cushion and I nuzzled into his chest and side as we passed the joint back and forth between the two of us while I gulped on the glass of liquid heaven. Once the glass and weed were done, he cleared the couch and laid down behind me after opening the window behind the sofa and lighting a cigarette to share with me.    "This feels like home, doll. You fit me." He mumbled as he slipped the cigarette from his fingers to mine.    "Yeah." I said quietly, inhaling the cancer and exhaling slowly before nuzzling in deeper "I do, don't I?" "Like a puzzle." he confirmed "I love you, Jeffrey."    "I love you, Kylin." he kissed my temple and pressed his cheek to the side of my face. "Thank you." "For what?" "Loving me." "Ha. Anytime, sweetheart."

   “Well God-fucking-damn, toots, look at you.” Jeffrey growled as I stepped out of the bedroom in my little black dress, “You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me.”

“You likey?” I smiled, spinning around for him. 

   “Like? more like Love, dear.” he rasped, grabbing my hand and pulling me into his chest, “Could eat you the fuck up, little one.”

   I giggled, peering up at him as he bent over to melt his lips with mine and snake his tongue into my mouth, enticing a moan from my chest as his fingers gripped my waist tightly. I would never, ever, get over that man’s kisses.

   “We have people waiting on us, Mr. Morgan.” I hummed against his lips when he finally let the kiss simmer down.

   “One thing real quick, love. You’re outfit is missing something.” He grinned as he kissed my forehead before picking something up off the nearby table.

“And what’s that?”

   “I believe you forgot these the last time you were here.” He answered, opening the large velvet box for me that contained my necklace and ring. 

   “I did, didn’t I?” I smirked as I looked up at him while he pulled the jewelry from the box. 

   “Mmmhmm, no more taking this off.” He said as he slipped the ring on my finger where it belonged. 

“Yes sir.” I said as he clasped the necklace around my  neck. 

   “One more thing,” he dug into the other side of his jacket and pulled out another case. 

“Oh yeah?” I asked as he handed it to me.

   I opened it and gasped, seeing the most beautiful diamond tennis bracelet, “Jeffrey.”

   “Kylin.” he smiled, taking the bracelet off of the velvet before clasping it around my left wrist.

“You spoil me entirely too much. I’ll never be able to give you stuff like this.” 

   “Sure you will, trust me. Plus, I like spoiling you. I like seeing other men look at my woman coated in diamonds and know she’s being taken care of.”

“You definitely do that, Mr. Morgan. Far more than I deserve.”

“You deserve the world, Ms. Ackles, and I intended to give it to you.”

   “Happy Birthday, Dear Mishaaaaa, Happy Birthday to youuuuu.” we all sang, glasses raised in the air as Misha drunkenly stood on the chair and ‘waved to his peasants.’ We were all laughing and drinking and celebrating, everyone was having the perfect time. 

And then Corey walked in. 

‘why me? like seriously?’

   “Taylor! Back here, bro!” Norman shouted from across the bar, getting his attention and waving him over. 

   “Fucking Christ,” I hissed as I felt Jeffrey’s arm throw itself over my shoulder and pull me closer to his side in my chair. Everyone said their greetings to the man, besides us, and he sat down on the opposite side of the table, a few seats down. 

   His eyes of course instantly met mine when he took his seat and flicked to Jeffrey’s for a moment before giving us a curt nod. Jeffrey let off a low, dominating growl that only I could hear. Misha of course sensed the tension between the two men and since he was drunk and it was his birthday, decided it would be the funniest thing in the world to tease us. The others at the table didn’t know about Corey and I, or Jeff and I’s arguments in regards to him. Corey didn’t even know the man secretly wanted to knock him into next week for even thinking about kissing me. Which left Misha all the more room to play. 

   “Kylin, dahhhling, that’s is a b-e-a-utiful bracelet, is that new?” he said in an overly dramatic accent.

   I glared at him, and I could hear Jeffrey chuckle beside me as he leaned back in his chair to scruff his beard and wait for my answer. 

   “Yes, Dmitri, It is.” I ground out, eyes fluttering to everyone who was watching me. Corey included. 

   “You’re always buying her expensive gifts, Jeffrey. You spoil her too much.” Misha teased some more, swirling the liquid around in his glass before taking a sip, “Look, Jense she’s got that rock back on her finger, too. You owe me a hundred bucks, babe.” 

   “That’s what she said earlier.” Jeffrey chuckled, sitting up in his chair slightly and rubbing my arm as he kissed my temple, “And like I told her, she deserves it. I’mma have my woman dripping in diamonds if I have my way.” 

   I knew he was mostly saying it as a way of staking claim to me, rubbing shit in Corey’s face, so to speak. It didn’t matter, though, because my face still flushed and I turned to him and kissed his cheek, nuzzling my nose over his beard for a moment before returning my eyes back to Misha.

“How much you think you’ve spent on her so far?” Misha asked, curious.

   “Ha. She wouldn’t want to know.” He chuckled, fingers gently tracing down my neck to the pendent between my breasts, “A small fortune, to say the least.”

   “How many karats is that fucking ring?” It was Briana who blurted out from her end of the table. 

   Jeffrey chuckled again, smoothing his beard down as he held his tongue between his teeth, “7.”

   “Judas fucking Priest.” Corey gasped with a whistle, making Jeffrey secretly beam with pride in his eyes for a moment before he wrangled himself.

   “Only the best for my queen.” He drawled, nuzzling the tip of his nose against my hair as I burned a bright red at his words. 

   “Jesus Christ, babe, you never told me that!” I gasped, turning my head to him and smacking him in the chest.

   He chuckled, recoiling back slightly from my faux assault, “Oh please, like you didn’t know.”

“I didn’t!” 

   “Please, that rock looks like it’s worth more than all 5 of my kids combined, sis. Get it together.” My brother joked, leaning his head drunkenly against Misha’s shoulder as he joined the conversation, “I need another drink, Mishka.”

   “No, you don’t.” Misha responded, looking down at Jensen fondly in his drunken state with a chuckle, “You need some water.”

   “I could use another shot with all this tension in the air, so I’mma go do that. You coming, Collins?” Norman finally said before Mish nodded and helped Jensen stand and followed him to the bar. 

And then the awkwardness really set in.

Corey cleared his throat, “Look, um, I know this is awkward.”

   Jeffrey and I both simultaneously snorted, and I reached forward to down the rest of my drink. 

   “I just want to apologize, to the both of you. I shouldn’t have ever kissed you, especially not really knowing the situation with you, Jeff.”

   Jeffrey hummed and nodded, “It’s in the past, just keep your eyes to yourself, boy.”

For being in his 40′s, Corey felt like a little kid when he responded, “Yes, sir.”

   I sighed, “I’m sorry I made it kinda, confusing, I guess. Um, it’s been weird lately.”

   “But it’s not anymore.” Jeffrey corrected, making sure that Corey knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

   “That’s awesome. I’m happy for you guys, really.” He smiled at us, and I gave him a small smile back. 

   “So what brings you out here?” I asked, sucking the melted ice through the straw of my glass, wondering where Norman and Misha had run off to at about the same time they all showed back up. My brother was still thoroughly wrecked, but more coherent.

   Norman handed me another drink that I was extremely thankful for, “Bubs here hadda puke.”

I rolled my eyes, “Of course he did.”

   Jeffrey shook his head at my brother, “Boy, didn’t I teach you better?” which caused the rest of the table to laugh out loud. 

   “Shuddup, Daddy.” Jensen mumbled, resuming his spot against his best friend’s shoulder.

   “Only your sister’s allowed to call me that, son.” Jeffrey prodded with a smirk and a wink, earning him another smack from me as my face turned red while everyone else hooped and hollered cat calls. 

“Jeffrey Dean!” 

“What?”

“I hate you!”

“Do not.”

   I huffed and crossed my arms before turning my attention back to Corey, “I told you they were embarrassing. I’m just glad Jared’s not here.”

   Corey giggled, his eyes squeezing shut as he wiped his mouth with his palm, “Yeah, they’re outta there. But um, I was actually here seeing Normskie, needing his input on a couple band art projects I’ve been working on.” 

   Norman nodded before taking over, “They’re redoing a couple of the videos with newer versions. It’s actually funny that your here...”

   I quirked an eyebrow at him as he looked over my head to Jeffrey, who I wasn’t looking at, but felt the hum deep in his chest. 

   “That would be really dope, actually. I mean, if you wouldn’t mind and are not to busy.” Corey interrupted, gaze flicking between Jeffrey and me. 

   “Hmm. Possibly. Um, everything’s about to calm down with Gish in a couple weeks, uh. Norm, didn’t you say that Webster fellow was supposed to call me sometime next week?” I turned back to Norman for a second to see him nod his head again at me. 

   “Let me figure out what my scheduled gonna be like this next month and I’ll let you know, okay?”

   “Sounds like a plan.” Corey shared a smile with Norman as they both raised their glasses in toast. 

   “Thank you for not a douche, tonight, handsome.” I smiled, crawling over the covers towards him as we got into bed. 

   “Me? A douche bag? Well I’ve never heard such a thing.” He gasped, feigning offence as he peered at me over his glasses from his place against the headboard.

I snorted as I fell into his arms, “Yeah. Sure, Mr. J.”

   “Well, I do think he got my intentions.” he rasped, turning out the light and curling his arms around me as I snuggled closer to him.

“I think he did as well.” I chuckled.

   “I love you, Kylin. And I promise to you, you are my queen, and I will love you for as long as you allow it.”

“You’re promising a long time, Mr. Morgan.” 

   “I understand that. Was kinda my goal.” He scrunched if face and nuzzled his nose to mine. 

“Sweet dreams, Jeff.”

“Sweet dreams, baby doll.”

PART 18 RELEASED 9/21/2017

[hornsbeforehalos]

Anytime, Sweetheart: Part 9

Pairing: JDM x OFC (RPF)

Features: Ackles & Padalecki Families, R2, Misha Collins & Vicky Vantoch, Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Kim Rhodes, Briana Buckmaster, Ruth Connell, Corey Taylor and other cast members & OFCs* *THIS IS AN RPF FIC**

Series Masterlist Summary: (I’m horrible at summaries, but let me try): Kylin Ackles runs to her brother’s house after leaving her abusive boyfriend of 3 years, where she meets Jeffrey. Events unfold that bring them together, as well as push them apart.  Warnings: , Emotional abuse, Physical Violence, mentions of rape, cursing, drinking, recreational drug use (weed), Strip Club, RPF, NSFW**, GIFs, implied smut, Age Difference, Slow burn, Emotional rollercoaster, poorly written smutt, etc… 18+ please

(A/N: This is strictly a work of fiction that I came up with off the top of my head. For fictional purposes his S/O & Son are not mentioned. I love him and his little family, though, so no hate intended. This is the first time posting anything on Tumblr, but I couldn’t get it out of my head since my ao3 fic is currently on hiatus because writers block. Feedback is appreciated. unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.)

TAGS: @jml509 @jesbakescookies @daddy-kink-confirmed @wayward-mirage @aquivercactus

   "Look at your self, whore" he voice snickered, "Can't even take a dick right anymore. How is he going to want you now?"

  It was dark, decrepit, and foul smelling. I couldn't see or hear anything except for the sound of his voice. 

   "He'll probably stay with you for a while, because he feels bad, but then, then once he realizes what a burden you are, how pathetic, ugly, and stupid you are, how miserable you will make him, he'll leave. Just like everyone else. He'll go find a real woman, someone who will take care of her man the way a woman is supposed to."

I woke with a start, eyes darting open. 'It was a dream. It wasn't real.'    Jeffrey had pulled my back into his chest and held onto me all night. His long arms were wrapped tightly around me, so when I couldn't keep my nightmare-enticed shaking under control, of course he felt it and stirred from his own slumber. "Y'okay, baby?" He murmured, still half unconscious.    "Y-yeah, baby, I'm fine." I whispered, still trembling slightly. I rolled over to face his bare chest, nuzzling my nose in the course hair there. He sighed contently and squeezed me gently against him.    I craned my neck to look at his sleeping face, brows slightly furrowed as he slipped back into his own subconsciousness. I let my fingertips dance across his beard and neck, coaxing a soft smile to his lips.    "Mmmm," he moaned as I kissed his throat, running my tongue down to his chest and kissing there as well. His breathing picked up when his body realized that I was continuing my trail south.    His eyes shot open when he felt me pull him out of his boxers, his hand instantly going to the side of my face.

   "Babe, what are you-- Holy fuck!" He gasped in surprised as I took him in my mouth, immediately swirling my tongue around the head before pushing him to the back of my throat as deep as I could go. He was long, thick, and silky like heaven.    "Fuck, baby girl, what are you doing?" He lifted the sheet that was covering my head to look at me as I raised my eyes to meet his. I moaned around him and bobbed my head faster in response, hand curling around what I couldn't take.    "You...you...you don't have to... Oh, fuck!" he grunted, bringing both hands to tangle into my hair as he pulled it out of my face for me, holding it in a pony tail as I moved my tongue up and down his shaft and squeezed the root.    "Jesus Christ, Mother of Fuck. Gaaaaaaah!......Nnnggg, Ky- Kylin......Fuck" His breathing picked up rapidly as I continued. He allowed himself shallow thrusts into my mouth at the same time I bobbed up and down, and let out a slew of profanities and proclamations of blasphemy as I worked my lips and tongue against him. I felt him stiffen and swell in my mouth, the telltale sign of him edging closer to release, and I pushed the last inch of him past my lips as he spilled his hot come down my throat with a final shout of what almost sounded like a declaration of love. He collapsed back into the pillows breathing heavily as I pulled away from him and came out from underneath the covers.

  "What was that?" He heaved, still not able to catch his breath.    I couldn't understand the look on his face, and because of that, my mind instantly went to the worst. ‘He didn't like that. After last night, how can want anything from me?'    Instantly embarrassed, I stammered. "I- I- I wanted to, um... I'm sorry, I...know...."    "Hey hey hey- stop. Calm down. Talk to me." He pulled me to his side to rest my head on his shoulder as his breathing finally steadied. He smoothed the hair out of my face and kissed the crown of my head.    "I felt bad...because of what happened last night and-" I started, tears forming already, but he cut me off.    "Hey, none of that. I already told you that wasn't your fault. You didn't have to do that just because you felt you had to. You don't owe me anything, Kylin." He held my face in his hand lifted it to where I'd look at him so he could rub our noses gently against each other, "Ever."    I sucked in a breath and exhaled slowly, "I'm sorry I did something you didn't like." His eyebrows rose quickly in shock, "You think I didn't like that, baby doll?"    "Well, I mean, I know you liked it, obviously. But if you didn't want that from me..." I trailed off, embarrassment creeping up again.    "Oh honey, I fucking loved it. Best God damned head I've had in ages and I'm not fucking lying." He assured, rolling to where he could hover his torso over me with the use of his arms on the sides of my head. He ground his hips into the outside of my thigh and dipped his head down to my neck, kissing me softly as I tilted my neck for him with a moan.    "You look so fucking perfect between my legs, girl." He rasped in a whisper, his breathy tone sending shivers down my spine as he dug his already hardening member into my hip again.    I whimpered again as he kissed me, lips immediately opening for his tongue to slide against mine, exploring my mouth with enthusiasm. He broke the kiss to press his forehead against me and catch his breath, and when I opened my eyes I was staring into his.    "You're amazing." He gasped, rolling off of me to lay on his back, trying to calm himself.    "Thank you." I replied, not sure what else to say. He smiled and turned his head back to look at me, "Anytime, Sweetheart."

   We had eventually got around to prying ourselves from each others arms to get ready for the day when his alarm went off. He called for coffee while I was in the shower, and then took my spot after I was done blow drying my hair. I had called for Misha to bring me a change of clothes and my makeup, which he threw to me the moment I answered the door to his knock before saying something about having a photo op and that he'd see me in the green room later and running off. I should have known based on his smirk that he was up to something, and I verified when I saw the items of clothing he provided for me with my shoes.    "Dmitri got me a new shirt, it looks like" I giggled as Jeff came out of the bathroom, cotton hotel towel hung lowly around those hip bones of his. "What's that, sweetheart?"    I slipped t-shirt over my head and pulled it down so he could see it. It had a silhouette of Lucille on it with "Property of Negan" scrawled in bloody letters underneath. We both busted out laughing at the sight. 

   "He does that shit on purpose, you know." He chuckled as he set about finding his own outfit. 

   "Jensen's gonna get a kick out of it, for sure" I mumbled as I pulled the pair of shorts Misha had brought me. Of course they were the shortest ones I had packed, and I had to tie the shirt at the end to keep it from looking like I was walking around half naked.    "Mmmm, baby, it does look good on you, though." He snickered as he made his way closer to me to wrap his arms around my waist and trail his hands down to cup my ass.    "I’m more of a Daryl Dixon girl, though." I jested with a wink, earning me a smack to the backside. "Oh yeah?" He grunted, cocking an eyebrow.    "To be honest with you, I haven't even seen your season." I giggled, turning away from him to find my socks and shoes.    "Well, we'll have to change that, won't we?" He grumbled, coming up behind me to grind against my ass as I bent over to push my foot into its sneaker.    "I suppose so." I said, ignoring him as I reached for my makeup bag and made my way to the mirror covering the closet door, "Get dressed, babe, you have a panel in an hour." 

   "I thought you were Misha's assistant?" He mumbled and sighed as he found and pulled on a pair of dark washed jeans and fumbled around through his arsenal of  graphic t-shirts.    I rolled my eyes as I sat on the floor and began to spread my makeup in front of me while he continued to dress.    "You really use all that shit?" He asked, observing me bouncing my face with foundation while he put his glasses on.    "If I don't wanna look dead to the world then yes." I replied, earning me an eye roll through the mirror.    I applied my powder, blush, eyeliner, and mascara quickly as I waited for the glue for my lashes to get tacky. I had to fight with them a minute to get them perfectly placed, which caused Jeffrey to laugh.    "Shut up and blow." I huffed, craning my head upwards for him as he crouched down and lightly blew air towards my eyelids with a chuckle.    "That's usually what I say." He rasped, nuzzling his nose against mine before standing back up to get his shoes on while I tried to decide what lipstick to wear. "Anything that won't come off when I kiss you," He suggested. "Matte black it is then," I said, picking up the tube.

   "What the fuck is this shit?" He asked, holding up the big pink pan of mint green highlighter.    "To make my cheeks look like candy, duh." I answered while correcting the lines on my lips. I took the pan from him and grabbed a brush, sweeping the color over my cheekbones to show him.    "See? Now people can see me from Mars." I giggled as I tickled his nose with the brush, leaving a little bit of sparkle on the tip, "Now you can shine with me!"    He scrunched his nose as he wiped his face with his hands, trying to get the glitter off of him. "You're annoying." he said jokingly as I pushed everything back into its bag.    "You should know this by now." I replied. I stood up once I finished to wrap my arms around his neck.    "Mmmm. I like you all gothed up. Its different, makes me feel young again" He smirked as he curled his arms around me to plant a chaste kiss on my mouth, lips puckered to be careful of any undried lipstick.    "You aren't old, Jeffrey." I said after I pulled away to do final check of my appearance in the mirror with him standing behind me.    "I'm almost 30 years your senior, love. You're gonna be pushing me around in a wheelchair soon." He sighed, the idea obviously bothering him slightly. I hadn't even thought about it.    "No I wont, because I'll be riding around on your lap. We'll get you one of the electric ones." I giggled, trying to lighten his thoughts. He gave me a small grin with a chuckle as he ducked his head down to kiss my neck.    "You gonna stick around long enough and take care of me?" He rasped against my skin, drawing goosebumps.    I hadn't even thought about that, either, honestly. Jeffrey had said himself that we were having fun, and it's not like we even had the capability to get any further due to my issue from night before. I wasn't even sure why it happened with him. I had read in the information packets that the hospital had sent home after the attack that something like that was possible, just didn't think it would happen to me or with him, not that I had even planned on having sex with him at the time. The idea of him wanting to keep me around when my body didn't seem to want to have him inside me seemed a little far-fetched anyway.    "I'm sure that even if we're not together then we'll still see each other enough." I said, looking into his eyes through the reflection. He grinned again and nodded, bringing his hand up to my shoulder to move my hair so he could kiss me there too. I closed my eyes and leaned against him for a moment, feeling him, until there was a knock on the door.    With a sigh he stepped away from me to answer as I opened my eyes. Pleased with the refection in the mirror, I threw my makeup bag in the pile of petticoats and skirts in the corner of the room and grabbed my purse, checking to make sure all my essentials were there as he finished his conversation with the volunteer and closed the door back. "Ready?" he asked, smile on his face as his eyes roamed my body again. "Yes sir." I replied, grabbing my coffee cup and following him out the door.

"Um. Hi. My question is for Jeffrey," The fan asked nervously. "Hi Baby doll, how're you today?" He drawled in that charming way of his. "Good. Um. I was wondering if you were currently dating anyone?"    I immediately gripped Osric’s hand as we sat watching Jensen & Jeff's panel from the first row.    "My sister." Jensen spoke quickly into the microphone before looking around absently like he hadn't just said the most horrific thing in the world. Jeff immediately popped him in the back of the head. "Well? You are!" my brother said defensively before gesturing his hands to me, "She's sitting right the fuck there dude! Look at her fucking shirt!" "Fuck." I mumbled under my breath 'why are you doing this?'    "Why don't you just come up here, sis?" Jensen said with a smirk, hopping down off the stage and pulling me up by my hand.    My face immediately turned vermilion, I know it. I kept shaking my head and kept it down as my hair fell forwards and covered my face. Everyone was staring at me and there were even some "Awhhhs" to be heard in the background.    "I hate you so fucking much." I murmured to Jensen before he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder to hoist me onto the stage.    "I hate you!" I yelled louder, riling a group of laughter from the crowd and a bark from Jeffrey as he went to catch me when Jensen basically threw me into his lap.    "She's gonna beat your ass one day and I'm going to watch." Jeffrey spoke into the microphone as he re positioned me to sit comfortably on top of him, my back to his chest and his free hand resting on my thigh. My face was still bright red and I covered it with my hands in embarrassment. I nodded at Jeffrey's comment, giggling behind my hands as he craned forward and planted a kiss on my cheek, earning a roar from the fans.    "Alright, now that I've succeeded in making my sister's life hell for the day, next question?" Jensen said as I shot daggers at him with my eyes.    Jeffrey pulled the microphone away from his face as the fan spoke to Jensen, the question being about Dean, and rested it against my other leg, slapping a pattern into my thighs with little taps of his hands. He hooked his chin onto my shoulder and murmured, "You okay?"    I leaned back into him slightly and turned my head closer to his, still covering my mouth with my hands, "Don't really have a choice of the matter, do we?" He reached up to pull my hands away from my face to lace his fingers with mine back on my lap and kiss my cheek again.    "Will you two stop it over there? I'm trying to answer a question, Jeeze" Jensen scolded when he realized everyone was ooh-ing for Jeff and I. 

  I narrowed my eyes as I took the mic from Jeff's grasp, raising it to my lips, "You did this, brother. And don't think I'm not going to get you back. Trust me." 

   Jensen pretended to come at me and I instinctively tucked myself deeper into Jeff's arms and held a leg out to stop him. Jeff laughed at our playfulness ans he pretended to protect me from my brother.    "Aye, Aye, Aye no beating up my assistant!" Came Misha's voice from backstage right before he rushed through the curtain with a foam sword, lunging it at Jensen.    "Yeah! Get him Misha!" I cried in laughter as Misha knocked Jensen away a few feet, standing on guard with the pretend weapon.    Jeffrey had thrown his head back and was squeezing his arms around me as he his shoulders rolled with his laughter, causing me to giggle like a school girl myself. Soon after Rob and Rich jumped onto the stage, signaling that it was time for Misha's panel as Louden Swain played his intro and the rest of us retreated to the greenroom again.    "I can't fucking believe you, Jensen." I immediately spat the moment we entered the room. "What? It had to be done eventually." He defended, throwing his hands up.    I jerked him away from Jeffrey and dragged him into the corner of the room. Realizing we needed privacy, Jeff sauntered over to the food table to find something to snack on.    "Dude, I don't even know what the fuck this is between him and I and here you are plastering it all over the fandom like it's nothing. I can't believe you." I glared, my voice low as I dug my nails into his arm that I still grasped.   "Dude, you've been swooning for the guy for almost a year now, ya'll's pictures have been in the tabloids for months, every one expected this. You literally slept with him last night!" He whispered back, furrowing his brows in frustration.    "No, I didn't. I couldn't. And now I don't know what the fuck this besides him claiming that I'm his, and now that I've determined I can't even have sex right I-" tears threatened to prick themselves as he cut me off,   "What do you mean you can't have sex? Look, Ky, just because of what happened doesn't mean that-" He started, but I interrupted him,    "No, not that, Jensen. It's not a mental thing I don't think, it's a physical thing. Like, he we were fooling around and he tried to touch me and it hurt-"    "Okay, T.M.I.  You need to go to the doctor, though, sis. The nurse said that everything," He coughed in embarrassment at his next comment, "everything is working properly...uh...down there... so what's the issue?" I could tell the conversation made him uncomfortable but that he still wanted to help his baby sister.    "I don't know, Jay. Side-affect from the surgery, I guess." I sighed, leaning my head into his chest as he wrapped his arms around me for comfort.    "You'll be able to work through it, sis. We'll figure it out." He huffed, squeezing me one last time before pulling away.    We joined Jeffrey at the spot he'd taken up on the couch, Jensen forcing me into the middle. "You okay, doll?" Jeffrey rasped lowly while chewing on a nibble of a salad wrap. I sighed again and lied, "Yeah, just planning on how to kill my fucking brother."

   I was sitting behind Misha working on stuff for Gish while he signed autographs when I heard the girl mumbling to her friend about me while she waited in line.    "I heard she was a stripper. Probably just with him for his money." she said, and my eyes immediately lifted to look at her. She was about 19 or 20 with brown hair, talking to her friend ,who appeared to be the same age, who was a blonde.    "She's so skinny. Who would want that? I guess Jeffrey's into bones." her friend snickered back.    It was obvious that Misha heard the girls as he closed his pen with a sigh as they approached him.    "H-h-hi Misha, would you mind-" She attempted to say before Misha cut her quickly off,    "Actually, I do mind. It's really heartbreaking that people who claim to be apart of our family like to talk shit about other members of our family, especially within earshot of me. Kylin is also literally right the fuck here," he gestured to me, where I looked up from my laptop to glare at both of the girls, "so anything you have to say can be said directly to her."    The girls were both stuck in their place, shocked expressions reddening their faces.    I continued to glare at them with narrow eyes silently until the brunette finally gained enough composure to speak, "S-s-sorry. I didn't realize-"    "Of course you didn't. Now if you'd please keep the line moving." Misha spoke sternly, elbows on the table with his hands clasped in front of him as he nodded his head for them to move on. 

   The girls grumbled by, obviously pissed as they continued their whispers low enough not to make out. I sighed as Jensen came up behind Misha and placed his hands on the man's shoulders.    "What was that?" He asked, eyes trailing to the girls who where still glaring from the side.    "What I was fucking avoiding." I mumbled, returning my attention to the work in front of me.    "Fan girls being fan girls, babe, nothing I couldn't handle." Misha answered, patting where Jensen held his shoulder.    "You know their gonna talk, Ky. You've seen what Dani and Gen go through." Jensen rolled his neck as he spoke to face me.   "I'm sorry, is my name Danneel or Kylin Ackles? Thought so. There's a fucking reason why I avoid all this shit." I gestured with my hand, keeping my voice low as another set of fans made it through the line.    Misha turned his attention to the older woman that approached him and asked "Hey, can I ask you a question?" "Sure, what's up?"    "Did you happen to catch Jeffrey Dean's and Jensen's morning panel?" he squinted his eyes as he peered up at her.    "Yes I did. It was adorable the way Jeff nuzzled our girl over there. On behalf of the fandom, you made the fucking catch of the year, chick." She smiled an infectious smile that spread through Misha and Jensen and worked its way over to me.    "See? Haters gonna hate, Kylin. Fuck those teeniebopping twats." Misha said as he signed the woman's picture, making everyone chuckle. "Thanks." I smiled at her, feeling slightly better as I returned to working.

   The rest of the day went on without too many whispers, and I was able to get most of the work that I needed to with Random Acts that I needed to in between following Misha around. I hadn't seen Jeffrey all day due to him being all over the convention with panels, photos, and his own autographs, and me genuinely needing to work, so when he poked his head through the curtain behind where I sat waiting on Misha to finish with his photos, I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face.

   "How's my girl doing?" He rasped, rubbing his nose into my hair. He was currently in the middle of a Negan photo session himself on the other side of the curtain.    "Working." I replied, fingers continuing to type as I rubbed the side of my face against his scruff.    "Mmmm, I see that. When we're done here you wanna go make out in my room?" He whispered with a chuckle, sending shivers down my spine.    "Weren't you just talking about how old you are this morning?" I laughed, ignoring my goosebumps.    "You bring the youngin' out of me, girl. Can't help it." He smiled against my neck and I could feel his teeth brush against my skin.    "I gotta get ready Misha ready for the concert tonight, Jeff. He doesn't know what to wear." I chuckled, eyes flicking to Misha as he posed with a fan.    "Oh yeah, you gotta get ready too. Alright then." he grinned before placing a wet kiss to my neck and ducking his head back in through the curtain as he was called.

   "The next lovely lady I want to bring out to sing with us is one of the strongest women I've ever met in my life. She has been through so much and has risen above all the shit she's had to endure. I'm so thankfully that she was able to get passed everything and find herself again. Please help me welcome Jensen's sister, Ky, to the stage." Rob smiled at the crowd and turned to me as I walked up to him, his arms entangling me in a strong hug as he whispered against my temple, “You got this, kid,” before walking back to the piano. 

“I fucking hate you, Jensen. Rob, you’re on the list too, babe.” I sneared into the mic as I adjusted it, earning me a laugh from the audience. Rob let out a bark of a laugh from his place.

   He began to play the intro on the keys as I turned my head to the audience and instantly caught eyes with the last person I expected. Anthony was standing in the crowd, about 10 feet away from me, glaring sickeningly. I gasped in shock, looking around to see that no one else had noticed him. A challenging snarl crossed his lips at my reaction, him getting off on the fact that he still had a hold on me. I stuttered for a second, jaw dropping open and my insticts telling me to run. A chuckle shook his shoulders at the sight of me, making me narrow my eyes at him in spite. I cocked my head at him and he jerked his head back, amused. I inhaled sharply and dropped my head for a moment as I listened to Rob play the song. I stood there for a second, pleased with Rob’s choice for me as I steadied my nerves before releasing the breath and gripping the microphone as a smirk appeared on my lips. 

"Well, you almost had me fooled, Told me that I was nothing without you​.​ Oh, and after everything you've done​,​ I can thank you for how strong I have becom​e". ​​

   The look on his face as I began the song changed as he realized what I was singing. What had started out as a predatory smirk on his lips quickly turned to a hardened line and his brows furrowed.    " 'Cause you brought the flames and you put me through hell I had to learn how to fight for myself And we both know all the truth I could tell I'll just say this as I wish you farewell I hope you're somewhere praying, praying I hope your soul is changing, changing I hope you find your peace Falling on your knees, praying"    I couldn't bring myself to tear away from his gaze. Despite everything else toxic in our relationship, he had always been able to tell exactly what I was feeling regardless if I used words or not by looking me in the eyes. He mostly used it to his advantage to hurt me, but I was using it to mine now. "I'm proud of who I am No more monsters, I can breathe again And you said that I was done Well, you were wrong and now the best is yet to come"    I brought one hand to grip the microphone for leverage and the other one to my chest as the words flowed through my voice. I was so fixated on making sure he knew that I wasn't afraid of him anymore and that I was done and keep my own body steady that I didn't even notice the other people joining the stage or even feel Jeffrey's presence as he stepped up behind me. The crowd of people however did see and pushed past him towards the front of the guardrail around that had been erected in front of the stage, but he never let go of mys stare as I continued to belt out the lyrics. "'Cause I can make it on my own And I don't need you, I found a strength I've never known I'll bring thunder, I'll bring rain When I'm finished, they won't even know your name"    Another thing I didn't realize was the tears in my eyes, but they finally spilled over as my voice slightly cracked. When Jeffrey heard this, he placed his hands on my hips and tilted my body back into his strong chest. My voice only faltered slightly as the calmness that his arms brought me took over my whole body as I brought my hands to his. Anthony finally broke away from my stare to look above me with hatred screaming from his eyes at the man who encircled his long arms further around my waist and rested his chin on top of my head with a smug smirk on his face that I couldn’t see. Jeffrey didn’t know of the silent altercation taking place, he just knew that he was going to be there for my support. "You brought the flames and you put me through hell I had to learn how to fight for myself And we both know all the truth I could tell I'll just say this as I wish you farewell"    The entire cast stepped beside as I begun the last chorus, lifting their own microphones to their lips as Jared and Jensen came to stand on either side of me. I could hear all of the people who loved me and had my back sing in sync with my own words,Misha, Briana, Ruth, Kim, Rich,  Gil all hooked their arms over shoulders with one another in a long line while Mark Sheppard beat on the base drum and Rob played the piano. Jeff squeezed me tight as we all swayed back and forth. "I hope you're somewhere praying, praying I hope your soul is changing, changing I hope you find your peace Falling on your knees, praying"    The room filled with flames from lighters and glowing screens from cellphones as Anthony was pushed further into the crowd that moved forward to be closer. My stare finally left his face and I felt like I was able to breath for the first time again as I looked around me for the final verse, "Oh, sometimes, I pray for you at night Oh, someday, maybe you'll see the light Oh, some say, in life you gonna get what you give But some things, only God can forgive I hope you're somewhere praying, praying I hope your soul is changing, changing I hope you find your peace Falling on your knees, praying"

   As soon as I was done with the highest note I'd hit in years and could take another breath, Jeff had turned me around and smothered me with his lips in a kiss that was meant to prove a point. One large hand cradled the back of my head while the other curled themselves into the waistband of my panties through my dress. A gigantic smile graced Jeffrey's face as he pulled away and I could see that there had at one point been tears in his eyes as I looked up at him before kissing kissing him again. As the song finished I turned back towards the crowd before finding Anthony one last time. 

   He had been pushed back enough to where it took me a moment to locate his face again, but when I did I couldn't miss his expression. He had tears rolling down his face, but a cold, hard stare pierced me. He shook his head as he looked down for a moment before letting a small smile cross his lips as he nodded, then turned around and disappeared behind the fans. The crowd themselves then repeated the chorus as Rob still played on, and everyone on stage encircled me into a protective wall. My brother pulled me out of Jeffrey's grasp to envelope me in his own.    "That's my bad ass little sister," He said, tears running streams down his face as we smiled at each other before he released me back to Jeffrey. "You're fucking amazing, baby girl." Jeff said, holding my face in both his hands. "Thank you." I replied, bring my hand to my nose to wipe the leakage.    "Anytime, Sweetheart." He said before bringing his lips back to mine as the crowd erupted in cheers.

part ten coming 8/20/17!

[hornsbeforehalos]

Anytime, Sweetheart: Part 11

Pairing: JDM x OFC (RPF)

Features: Ackles & Padalecki Families, R2, Misha Collins & Vicky Vantoch, Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Kim Rhodes, Briana Buckmaster, Ruth Connell, Corey Taylor and other cast members & OFCs* *THIS IS AN RPF FIC**

Series Masterlist Summary: (I’m horrible at summaries, but let me try): Kylin Ackles runs to her brother’s house after leaving her abusive boyfriend of 3 years, where she meets Jeffrey. Events unfold that bring them together, as well as push them apart.  Warnings: , Emotional abuse, Physical Violence, mentions of rape, cursing, drinking, recreational drug use (weed), Strip Club, RPF, NSFW**, GIFs, implied smut, Age Difference, Slow burn, Emotional rollercoaster, poorly written smutt, etc… 18+ please

(A/N: This is strictly a work of fiction that I came up with off the top of my head. For fictional purposes his S/O & Son are not mentioned. I love him and his little family, though, so no hate intended. This is the first time posting anything on Tumblr, but I couldn’t get it out of my head since my ao3 fic is currently on hiatus because writers block. Feedback is appreciated. unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.)

TAGS: @jml509 @jesbakescookies, @daddy-kink-confirmed, @aquivercactus @xagateophobiax @mkate-writes-things @jdmfanfiction @jeffreydeanneganstrash

   "Biiiitchhh did you fucking see that shit?" Dani beamed the moment I answered the phone. "Yes. What in the ever living fuck, dude?"    "What do you mean 'What the fuck?' Dude! Bitch! Jeffrey Dean Morgan just said he fucking loves you on national fucking television." She screeched, obviously confused on my reaction.    "He just said that because he was put on the spot, what was he supposed to say?" "What the hell ever, Ky, you know him better than that." "Not really."    She huffed in exasperation over the line, and I could basically hear her eyes rolling to the back of her head at the same time my phone beeped that someone else was calling. "Fuck. That's him. What do I do?" "Answer it!" she yelled, then quickly disconnected.

"Fuck," I mumbled before hitting answer, "Hello?" "Sooo...." Came his voice through the line. "Sooooo...." I mimicked, walking outside to my balcony and lighting a cigarette. "Um, so yeah.... Didn't mean to spring that on ya." I could tell he was nervous.    "Totally fine, I mean I get why you said it, you were kinda on the spot and there was no easy way to avoid or deny it." I said, trying to let him know I understood.    "Why would I want to deny it?" He seemed just as confused as Danneel had been. "Jeff," I said knowingly. "Kylin," he replied in the same tone. "Look, I get it-" I started before he cut me off.    "I don't think you do. I meant what I said, Kylin, and I wish I could be there to tell you in person. I love you, woman, you had to have known that." My breathing choked as my mind attempted to process his words. I couldn't stop the wave of emotions that I had been pushing back and pushing back from flooding the forfront of my brain and my tear ducts reacted accordingly. There was no way in Hell that this amazing man, who delt with so much bullshit from me could possibly love me. "Really?" I asked, still in disbelief.    "Really, doll face, and I can't wait to get my arms around you and tell you in person." "Fuck," I gasped, still processing.    "You don't have to say it back, I'm not asking for that. And I'm not trying to scare you. Just know it's true and I'm here," He assured, and I could tell he had a smile on his face as he said it. 

   "So what are you gonna say to him when you see him?" Darius asked as we sat at the Gish sign up table at the Chicago convention 4 days later.    "I have no fucking idea, dude," I sighed, looking up from my laptop to him as he helped a new registrant. "Do you?" he questioned some more as he helped the girl fill out the paper work. "Yes." I replied simply.    "Well, tell him, girl! You deserve some good shit to happen in your life and if anyone is gonna make it happen it's gonna be him. You need to tell him!" "Tell him what?" Came Misha’s voice from beside of me. "Nothing," I replied immediately, making Darius' eyes roll as he shook his head.    "Our girl here is in love and she refuses to admit it to a man who already has said he loves her. She's being ridiculous."    "You're being ridiculous, D, shut your mouth." I snapped, glaring at the older man who rolled his eyes again. "I think you should tell him. I mean what's he gonna do?" Misha pointed out. "What's who gonna do?" Came the familiar deep rasp as the man walked up to clutch Misha on the shoulder. My eyes went wide and I quickly directed them back to my laptop screen to pretend I didn't exist. "I've been looking for that shirt all week." Jeffrey commented as he bent down to place his hands on the back of my chair and hover over me. I looked up at him with a sheepish smile as his eyes danced over the oversized Iron Maiden shirt that hung loosley from my shoulders. 

"Well, you found it." I smirked as he leaned down the rest of the way to bring his lips to mine. "I sure did. Think it looks better on you anyway," he said as when he broke our lips apart, his deep drawl shivering down my spine. "You know what it would look better on?" I whispered darkly, he replied by quirking his eyebrow, to which I responded, "The floor." "Fucking bitch, baby, you are bad." His honey-chocolate eyes visibly darkened as he moved his hand to the back of my head to finger my hair. I smirked up at him for a second before returning my attention to Misha and Darius, who had been ignoring our reunion but were staring at me expectantly now. "Don't ya'll fuckers have shit to do?" I scolded as I closed my laptop to stand up. I placed the computer on the chair I'd been sitting in and took Jeffery's hand, pulling him away and towards the green room as we both waved to the surrounding people. We attacked each other the moment that the door closed, ignoring the few people occupying the room. He bent down and wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me off my feet, squeezing me snug against him. I curled my own arms around his neck and cradled his head as our lips worked against each other and our tongues fought for dominance. His hand came up to once again tangle in my hair, pulling the long braids I had woven and pulling a whimper from my lips as he squished me impossibly closer. He fell back against the door and pulled me against him, our lips never leaving each other,  and just kissed me for what seemed like forever. Having to finally come up for air, he pulled away and gasped, "I love you, Ms. Ackles."

I stared at him for a moment, searching his eyes for reassurance. My heartrate increased tremendously and my lips quivered as I bit out the words, "I think I love you, too, Mr. Morgan." The smile that took over his face as he pushed himself off the door to spin me around was breathtaking. He sat me down reluctantly but instantly brought both hands to the side of my cheeks and took his lips against mine again. I smiled against his mouth and ran my hands over his chest before giving him a gentle nudge away as I noticed everyone in the vicinity staring at us with smirks and wide eyes. "Sorry, guys." I said bashfully, giving a small wave as I sheilded myself with Jeffrey's chest. "Ya'll are gross as fuck," Kim shouted from her place on one of the couches before returning her attention to Brianna. Jeffrey pulled me over to one of the big lounge chairs in the corner of the room, away from where everyone was, and tugged me into his lap. "I got you something," he whispered with a gleam in his eye as he repositioned to dig 2 cases out of his jacket pockets, "Well, something old and something new." I quirked an eyebrow at him as I took the first case from his hand, narrowing my eyes as I opened it. "Oh, shit." I gasped, fingers immediately going to the stones of the necklace he had gotten me for New Years.  The one I threw at him when I kicked him out. "Had to get the chain fixed, but it's as good as new." He said, taking the box from me and replacing it with the second one, "Thought this would look good with it," he commented as I pulled open the case. It was a very beautiful, very large ring. A very gaudy squared chocolate diamond encircled with smaller jewels, probably diamonds themselves, and cased on a pretty rose-gold polished band set with more sparkles. My heart jumped to my throat immediately as all the air left my lungs,

"W-w-what the fuck?" I widened my eyes and scrambled to look at Jeffrey, "You're not proposing to me, are you?!"

"What? No, crazy! It will fit your middle finger. Since you like flipping off the vultures, I figured they'd at least be able to get a shot of something fancy your man got you." He laughed as he pulled the current ring off my right hand and slipped on the one from the case, "Fits perfect! I'm good at that." "It's gorgeous," I said dreamily, holding my hand out infront of me to admire it. The diamond itself almost covered my whole knuckle, and I smiled thinking about how everyone would know exactly who got it for me the moment the first picture came out with me wearing it. As if reading my mind, Jeffrey pulled out his phone and turned on the camera. I snuggled back into him, my back pressed against his chest and his chin on my shoulder. I let my hand rest at the base of my throat so it would show the ring without me actually being like, 'Oh look at the big fancy ring my movie star boyfriend got me, suck it bitches' even though if I was being honest with myself, that's exactly what I wanted to do. He craned his neck and kissed my cheek as I snarled my lip in a growl and took the picture, immediately uploading Twitter, 'Officially official. I love her. :) #winning' was the simple caption. We both smiled. Me, being the snarky little bitch that I am, had him send it to me so I could upload it to Instagram. I played with the filter for a second before adding a description of my own, 'I guess you could say it's pretty serious. #winning #psiloveyoutoo'

“You really need to get an Insta.” I commented absentmindedly.

He barked out a laugh as he motioned for me to get off of him. I stood up as he rose himself, walking over to the exit and opening the door, "I've got photo ops to get to, wanna come with me?" "I've got to get back to the table, babe, Darius is probably swamped as it is and I still haven't gotten all the items shit that Vicky threw at me done yet." I sighed, exiting the door with him following behind me. "Alright, I'll see you tonight, though, right?" "Yes sir, Rob's got me singing with him tonight." I rolled my eyes as he pulled me into his arms for a kiss "Can't wait," he stated, kissing my lips a final time before letting me scurry away back to work.

"Well, well, well, look at you, Kylin..." My blood instantly ran cold as I looked up from closing my hotel room door to see Anthony not five feet away from me. I was running late to the concert after the line at the registry table took longer than expected. His eyes roamed over my frame, taking in the tight knee length black dress I was wearing with the highest heels I could find. He licked his lips hungrily before bringing his smirked eyes back up to my face. "Are you fucking stalking me?" I seethed, turning to face him. My voice was steady with anger despite the nerves that threatened to make it shake. "I'll always be around, Ky. I've told you that for years. You’re mine." "Obviously you don't seem to comprehend the warning my brother gave after you got the fuck beat out of you." I hissed, cointinuing to glower at him. "I'm not afraid of your brother, or your boyfriend, for that matter, but you, sweetheart, should do what's best for everyone and come home." He threatened, taking a step forward. "Fuck you, Anthony. I'm not afraid of you anymore. You touch a fucking hair on my head and you will be dead before dawn." I warned, not backing down. He scoffed a laugh, rolling his eyes, "Yeah, I'm sure, babe, whatever you say." "It would be in your best intrest to fucking leave, now, I'm running late as it is and someone will be looking for me soon." "Just know that I'll be around, darling. Always. You’ll come home eventually. You know he doesn’t really love you." he gave me another smirk before turning towards the opposite direction I was headed and walking off.   I leaned against my door to calm my nerves as I watched him dissapear around the corner down the hallway. My breathing eventually steadied enough for me to take off as fast as I could for the room leading backstage. By the time I found Jeffrey my whole body was shaking again. He was standing with Jensen, who noticed me and my demeanor first. "What happened?" Jensen urged, hands gripping my shoulders. "N-n-nothing, I’m fine.” I lied, hoping that my shaking passed off as nerves about the show. Jensen gave me a quirked eyebrow in suspicion but seemed to buy it. Jeffrey, on the other hand, grabbed me by the bicep and pulled me closer as Jensen walked away and rasped into my ear, “What’s wrong?”

I looked to where his hand was on my arm and then up to his face, nerves taking over again and I quivered as he held me in his grip, “N-nothing, Jeff. Just nerves. I promise,” I coward slightly, and he of course took notice and immediately let go of my arm with a huff and suspicion in his eyes. 

I swallowed as I turned to face the curtain, waiting for Rob and Jensen to call me out. I could feel Jeff looking at me out of the corner of his eye, obviously aware of the shaking that my hand was doing as he tangled his fingers with mine. 

Shaking, I repeated my lie, more to myself than anyone else as I heard Robbie speak my name into the mic, “I’m fine.”

“Memorized and paralyzed Mistakes were made, have been revised I run to look busy You wonder what I do, do you?

Truth is I don't know, but I hope to soon And at the end of the day It don't matter either way

If you're gonna put a gun to my head I'll give you straight talk, Missy But you're wasting your lead I got opinions that I keep to myself I was a straight A student I look around me, I see cracks in the street But it don't stop the people here from moving their feet And it's over, over, over before it began”

As the song ended I looked over to the side of the stage where Jensen, Jared, Jeff and the other cast members had gathered. Everyone else was conversing amongst themselves. Jeffrey was distracted by a seeimingly cheerful interaction with Misha, while Jared had his hand on my brother’s shoulder, pointing out into the crowd. I saw Jensen’s face immediately turn red as his brows furrowed. He looked up to Jared, who nodded his head before turning and running backstage with him. There was no doubt that Jared had seen Anthony, and Jensen’s reaction and solidified it. I tried to search the sea of fans that were chanting for Louden Swain but I couldn’t find his face. Inturrupting my panic was a long pair of arms circling around me from behind and a rough beard nuzzled into my neck. I didn’t mean to, but I jerked back a little, startled for a second before my brain registered what happened. He squeezed me tighter to him, grumbling a low growl that was oddly comforting against my skin.

   “Why didn’t you tell me?” he rasped into my ear. Of course someone had said something to him.

“I’m fine,” I repeated once more, letting out another shakey breath.

   He hummed, a vibration I could feel in his chest, and shook his head at me, “Don’t lie to me, Kylin.”

   I craned my neck to look up at him, soft but stern eyes peering back as he cupped my face with one of his large hands, other arm manuvering me to where it was wrapped around my lower back. I smiled at him and sighed again, relief from being around him taking control. 

Misha put me on the first plane back to L.A the next morning. Jeffrey went with me since he wasn't appearing the last day anyway. The next convention was the L.A one anyway and he didn't have anything else scheduled for the week for once. "I don't think I'm going to go this weekend." I sighed Wednesday morning as I brought him a cup of coffee and joined him on the balcony for a cigarette.  He nodded his head in response, seemingly lost in thought as he typed on his phone.

I sat down next to him, lighting my smoke as I faced forward and stared out into the street. I could see him out of the corner of my eye smirking at his screen everytime it would ding with a new message. I cleared my throat and quirked an eyebrow at him from behind my shades when I finally got his attention. "Sorry, baby, it's Norman. He misses me." He grinned, leaning over to kiss my cheek. "Something I need to worry about?" I teased, keeping my eyebrow raised at him as I brought my cigarette to my lips.

"Probably." he chuckled, taking a drag of his own. "You fly out on Monday?" I said, turning my head back towards the city, imaginary thunder cloud looming over my head at the thought. He let out a breath, flicking his ashes absentmindedly while looking in the same direction as me, "Yeah." I nodded my head silently in understanding, glad to be wearing dark sunglasses over my eyes as my tears started forming. "You should come with me," He suggested quietly, hopefullness lingering in his rasp. I turned my head in surprise as my eyebrows tried to hit my hairline, "What?" He smiled a bright, breathtaking smile at my reaction, "I mean, look, Misha and everyone else are leaving to go to Vancouver. I know you don't want to go  but I would feel a lot better if someone was near you, and I'm sure you could use the break. Maybe Mish will give you a vacation or something." My lips parted in awe as I took in his explanation. It had definately been a worry of mine. I hated Vancouver, I hated everything about it. I had met Anthony there when he did tech work for Supernatural, and he still was apart of the crew who did work for Arrow and Flash. Since every show was starting to shoot again, I really didn't want to chance running into him on set. "Plus, then I'll be able to get you on the back of my bike," He snickered, wagging his eyebrows up and down at me suggestively. I chocked out a laugh and smacked him on the chest as I threw my feet over the sides of the chair to rest in his lap. "I'll think about it, Mr. Morgan." I answered, taking the last hit off my cigarette before tossing it over the balcony. "You do that, Ms. Ackles. You do that." 

"Dude, he doesn't even work there anymore, I promise. I need you with me, Ky. All those bozo's they have up there are gonna drive me fucking nuts." Misha whined into the phone. I could picture him standing in the middle of his kitchen surrounded by his calm children while he was the one throwing the tantrum. "Dmitri, I can’t do everything anymore." "You barely started and we're almost done now!" "Bull shit! I have worked my ass off for you day and night for almost 3 months straight now with no end in sight. You have flown me, thrown me, embarrassed me, and worked me to the bone all over this God forsaken fucking country. I have followed you around everywhere, made sure your shit was straight and I have raised you thousands of dollars in only 3 fucking months. three fucking months. Everywhere I fucking go he's fucking there and I'm done dealing with it" "Well maybe I will just have to find someone else to finish everything if you can't work for three fucking months before saving the fucking world gets too hard for you!" "What the fuck? Really? I never said that I wanted to fucking quit Gish. I'm still gonna do Gish and Racts, it just won't be while I'm following you around bringing you shitty cups of tea all day and dealing with my abusive ex stalking me!" "Well I want to protect you too! And I want you to bring me shitty cups of tea all day and if you don't want to then that means you don't want to do anything else, either." "That doesn't make any fucking sense, Dmitri!" "Stop fucking calling me that." "Dmitri, quit acting worse than one of your spoiled ass children." "Fuck you." "Really? Fuck me? No, dude, Fuck you." "You're fucking running off with him to Georgia when you've barely been together, what three fucking months? You're kidding me!" "Why the fuck are you being such a fucking asshole, Misha?!" "Because, God Damnit, I promised Jensen I'd keep you fucking safe! What are you going to do if he fucks you over, huh? Be stuck in no-where fucking Georgia?" "I don't need you to fucking protect me. I don't need my fucking brother's protection, either. I'm done with this bullshit. I'm going whether you like it or not." "If you go, you're done." "Pffft," I scoffed, "Vicky will fucking kill you. Hell, probably even divorce you. I guess you really don't realize how much shit I've actually done for you, but you will." "What are you gonna do in fucking Senoia, Georgia? Go back to bar-tending, or, ha, even better, stripping? Or maybe you'll just be Jeffy-poo's little sugar baby." "I fucking hate you, Misha Collins. I fucking hate you."  I hissed before throwing my phone at the wall, shattering the screen on contact. The loud thump against the bedroom wall jarred Jeffrey from where he laid still sleeping. He stumbled in the living room in his low slung sleeping pants while rubbing his eyes, shirtless and with his hair a wild mess. I threw myself down on the couch with a huff and crossed my arms in irritation. "What's the fucking comotion?" He grunted, still half asleep. "Fucking Misha," I seethed as I reiterated our conversation to him. "I'll talk to him." He commented when I was done while pouring himself a cup of coffee in the kitchen. "No way, this is between me and him." I urged as I stood across the kitchen bar from him. "He obviously has a problem with me." He concluded, taking a sip from his mug "No, he has a problem with me. Really, don't worry about it Jeff. He'll get over it and appologize when Vicky gets a hold of him. He knows he's being selfish and will crumble as soon as it comes time for scoring." I tilted my head, looking up through my lashes knowingly. "I still want to talk to him." he nodded his head, biting his upper lip between his teeth in frustration. "I said 'don't', Jeffrey. Please." I begged, taking a long sip from my cup. "Well then I'm at least gonna take care of you until he figures his shit out." He looked at me with lifted eyebrows with determination in his eyes. "I don't need your money, Jeffrey. I'm fine, really." I shook my head as I pulled the mug away from my lips "I'm not having you use your savings, you've gotta be able to pay your rent here." He lifted his hands up and gestured to my apartment. "I will figure it out, Jeffrey. Stop." "Baby girl you've gotta-"    "I said stop, Jeffrey. I fucking mean it. I don't need your help." My voice raised slightly without me trying. "You know it's not like that-" he started before I inturrupted him "Then fucking stop, dude. Fucking stop!    "Don't raise your fucking voice to me, woman." he growled lowly, brows creasing together. "Then stop trying to fucking control me!" You could say I was yelling now.

"Control you? I'm not trying to fucking control you! I fucking love you, you crazy woman, and I'm trying to fucking take care of you. You're so fucked up over your last mother fucker than you don't see the fucking difference!" "Don't fucking yell at me!"

"Don't fucking yell at me!" 

I let a gutteral growl rip through my throat at him as I slammed my hands down on the counter and stomped away, slamming the bathroom door behind me. This was our first fight, and I was not prepared for it nor did I understand why it had to be about this of all things. I had a substantial amount of money saved from working for Misha, who paid me very well, and could even stay comfortable if I had been out of work for more than a month if I had to. I slid down the doorframe to the floor as I heard him approach on the other side. "Are you really acting like this right now?" came his muffled voice, irritation seeping through what sounded like a smile. "Are you?" I snorted back sarcastically. "Fucking bitch," I heard him mumble, "Open the damn door, brat." 

"Fuck you." "Fuck you, now open the fucking door." he knocked against the wood gently over and over, "I'll sit here doing this all damn day until you come out." "You're not going to treat me like I'm some child, Jeffrey. That's not how this is going to work." "Then stop acting like one, dear." he chuckled, jiggling the handle. I scoffed but stood up and opened the door to face him, scowls still very promident on both of our faces as he stared each other down. "I will not go down there will you if you don't allow me to figure this out by myself. I will go to Vancouver and work for Misha and it will be weeks if not months before you see me again." I challenged. He furrorwed his eyebrows in squint while surrendering. "Fine. Whatever you want, sweetpea." I poked him in the chest with my fingernails twice, still glaring "Damn straight, Mr. J." A smile burst through his charade as he pulled me into his arms and bent down for a kiss. He parted my lips with his and swirled his tongue with mine, pushing into me and making me lean backwards to keep up. His let his hands glide down my back and under his shirt that I was wearing to grip my ass and lift me to wrap my thighs around his waist. "Mmmm," He moaned as I tangled my fingers into his hair, pulling at the strands, "gonna have to piss you off more often." I smirked against his lips as I gave a sharper tug, "You won't be saying that for long," He hissed against the pain, digging his fingernails into the my soft flesh as he walked me towards the bathroom counter. He sat me down and rocked his hips into my thighs while he curled his hands around the waistband of my lace panties and mumbled, "Dirty fucking bitch" My hand shot up to his neck at his words, holding his jaw tight as my palm spread out over his throat. He hissed again, eyes becoming lumps of coal as my own pupils dialated with irritated desire, "Watch your fucking mouth." He smirked a devilish grin at me as he lifted me up again and pivoted before slamming my back into the bathroom wall hard enough to pull the breath from my lugs. He tightened his hold on my thighs and rolled his hips again, his hardness pushing through his thing pants and digging into my clit, dragging a load moan out of my lips. "Like that, do you, baby girl?" He grunted, leaning down to bite at the skin between my neck and shoulder with my hand still gripping his throat. I tightened my grasp, sharp nails digging in slightly but not breaking skin, and growled at him as we stared each other down. I squeezed his hips with my thighs when he moved again, whirling me around and out of the bathroom towards my bed. He threw me on the mattress and I bounced once as he pulled his sweat pants down, leaving him in nothing but his black boxers. He launched at me, instantly caging me in his arms as he pinned me down. His mouth immediately fell to my neck as he pushed his hardness against my soaking panties, sparks flying with the friction. He pulled the shirt I was wearing up to expose my chest, tongue instantly sucking on my already hardened nipples. My nails dug themselves into his back, leaving long red scratches that would be there for days to come. I arched myself against him, dripping core searching for more attention as I pushed myself up against his stomach with a wimper. 

His tongue was on my clit in no time, dipping and weaving in and out of my folds and over and under my hood, savoring any and every crease he could find like it was the last supper. I twisted my body at an awkward angle to reach into his boxers and pull his leaking cock out, squeezing and jerking him the best I could as his ministrations continued to spit fire through my veins. He let a feral growl out as I my hand slipped over the head, jerking his hips back into my palm with another grunt, "Fuck, babe, I need you to suck it." "Make me come, " I panted, working my wrist faster, "I'm so close, baby. Make me come so you can fuck my face." My filthy words egged him further on as he brought one of his hands that had been cupping and pinching my breasts down to swirl a finger around my entrance, dipping his finger in and out of me slowly.  "Fuck, Jeff, yes.....more." I begged, and he moved his hand back to line up his middle finger as well and push back in. The slight pain helped push me further over the edge and I exploaded, quaking against him as he sped up his motions both between my legs and in my hand. "Yes, baby, come. God, I can feel you clench around my fingers. So. fucking. tight." He growled, crooking his fingers inside me to send another wave of shocks through me. "Nnnnnng, fuck, fuck, fuck, raaaaaah!" were the only sylables my brain could make up in response to his praise. I pulled away from him when everything became unbearably sensitive, instantly moving my face towards the leaking head in my hands. My tongue swirled around as my wrist pumped up and down, earning me grunts and groans from Jeffrey.

"Fuck, baby girl....fuck, I love you." he panted, fisting his hands in my hair as he pushed his hips into my mouth, lips stretching over his length as he met the back of my throat, "Fucking Christ." It didn't take long before he was spilling into me, filling my mouth up as I swallowed him down over and over again until he screamed my name and ripped me away from him. "Christ, woman. I'm too old for all that." He breathed, chest heaving. "Whatever," I rolled my eyes and wiped my mouth with a smirk as I stood up to find my discarted clothing.

Part 12 will be out 8/28/17. please let me know if you wanna be tagged!