#he limits his powers to fire pits

[gay-dorito-dust]

Taglist: @your-favorite-god @cens0r3d @lovelyteenagebeard

Heeding Aemond’s words, you decided that an audience with Cannibal was required. So in the dead of night you slipped out of the red keep through the secrete passages you’ve learned thanks to Aegon, almost undetected had you not almost collided with a rat catcher who was accompanied by the cutest dog you’ve did see, before fleeing into the very same woods upon your first encounter with the behemoth of legend.

Once you got to the cave Helaena’s words had been proven true, Cannibal had been waiting for you as the silhouette of his head could be seen poked out of the dark, just as a pair dark green eyes like Greek fire looking directly at you but you weren’t afraid like last time.

‘Cannibal.’ You greeted as you bowed before the dragon, whom let out an almost purring sound at the sign of respect shown towards him. After all many people who tried to claim him expected him to submit to their will, but Cannibal knew his worth and vowed to never allow a pathetic creature to ride him, but one who’d inevitably catch his eye by accident.

‘I’m going to cut the formalities and be upfront with you and that is because time is limited and I have been so foolishly trying to avoid a predestined fate.’ You tell the dragon who only watched you with curiosity that it made you wonder how many others had been giving the same curtesy, not many you presumed but now wasn’t the time to falter when morning was fast approaching. ‘People, powerful people are going to try and stake claim to you through me in hopes of getting you to yield.’

Cannibal lets out a powerful roar that you felt within your chest, resonating with you in a way that you didn’t think was possible. You could feel his hatred for cowards, weaklings and people who felt the need to claim more than was needed, a spark has been light between the two of you and it was only starting to grow to a fierce but stubborn flame.

‘I had a feeling you would hate that.’ You told the dragon as you moved closer all the while he looked at you, steam puffing from his nostrils, his eyes practically glowing like hellish pits of fire amidst the night. Cannibal was beautiful as he was terrifying and you were growing to like the thrill of having him as your companion, your friend and not just a dragon you simply rode for convince. ‘So here is my proposal, should you accept, you take me as your rider an you shall keep your freedom for I will not clip your wings as you are a dragon through and through, the sky is your domain and I shall not take that from you.’ You added as you watched Cannibal lower his head so that he could meet you eye to eye, interested in what you had to say.

‘Also, there’s just one other thing that I may ask of you cannibal.’ The dragon only huffed as though telling you to go on.

‘Consume any dragon and their rider should their boastfulness overtakes their common sense,’ you told him in seriousness, ‘make them remember to fear the name Cannibal for it is not just a name to take lightly.’ You then took a step back from the dragon and held out of your hand, palm out flat as the nerves within you went wild, this was by far the stupidest and most terrifying thing you have ever done but still you had to see it through. ‘Do we have a deal?’ You finished.

Cannibal studied you for a moment, his eyes looking deep into your own that you felt as though he could see your soul, your true being, before moving his head closer to you and pressing his snout against your hand. It was rough, warm but alive and you couldn’t help but smile at the fact that you had just made history.

You had just became Cannibal’s first rider.

[thedevilspearl]

do you ever get the idea some of the brothers have a human kink? if so? who? i personally think lucifer and beelzebub. sometimes satan if he’s not thinking about committing manslaughter messing with lucifer!♡ (ꈍ ω ꈍ) ♡

-☽

the brothers with a human kink — most to least

a/n: i have to tell you, moon nonnie — i’m genuinely not sure with this one! it’s not something i’ve considered greatly before but when i think about the brothers with a human kink, i have a feeling they all have it, just to different extents. so i did a mtl if that’s okay ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

also i’ve been sick in bed all day, so thank you for this awesome idea to keep me going ₍⸝ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎⸝ ♡

tags: all brothers, no explicit smut but consistent discussion of kinks, so minors do not interact! other kink warnings — power play, mild predator/prey, vore, exhibitionism.

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑

lucifer’s human kink is so lowkey that he doesn’t realise it himself, but it’s actually the most prominent out of all the brothers. it’s the fact that humans are so fragile compared to demons; one wrong move could be fatal so it brings out his protective side. he wants to be by your side, watching your every move to ensure your safety and well–being. it’s innocent at first, but then comes the part where he wants to test your limits, both in and outside of the bedroom. how much can a human like you take from a demon like him?

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁

he’s always thought about eating you, it was one of his first thought when meeting you, in fact. of course, he would never but there’s a little pit of fire in his belly that warms him up in all the right places when he thinks about it, and how weak you would be against him if he ever gave into his desires. he’s vocal about this kink, telling you how he adores you and how yummy you look. now, in the bedroom, there are some real tests of faith because he can become so close to devouring you whole. but he is aware of how strong his human kink is, so he knows how much more control he needs around you, especially when every little thing you do can set him off.

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

the power trip from a human kink is what gets mammon going. he knows for sure how powerful he is, and his self–restraint is incredible. he’s never going to hurt you at all, let alone with his demon powers. but there’s no harm in threatening you a little with it, right? it totally boosts his ego when he sees you get all fidgety when he brags about how strong he is, and how a silly human like you could never best him. but, and this is a big but, he finds it all the more thrilling when a silly human like you actually overpowers him. he’s not as strong against his human as he thought, and his human kink is raging when you put him in his place.

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍

satan has a deep understanding of the difference between him and you. more than any of the brothers, he really acknowledges the power difference and he never wants to use that against you. and that is why he tries his hardest to never use the fact that you’re a human to sexualise you. he treats you as his equal, someone he would never use his power to take advantage of. however, if you were to suggest you were into it, he wouldn’t mind feeding his sinful desires and put you in your pitiful place. after all, what power does a human have to protest the demon of wrath?

𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒

a human kink and exhibitionism come hand in hand with asmodeus. for him, it’s not entirely about power play like with some of the others but rather, he and he alone has the human every demon is after. he once was the most sought after, but now it’s you and it will always amaze him how a human could do that in a world where demons could destroy you in a second. you have the real power here, and he wants to flaunt that. walking side by side with everyone’s favourite human who looks at no one else but him... it makes him happy, and flustered. he relishes in everyone’s gaze towards the two of you. it’s a match that shouldn’t work, but it does and it excites him. he wants to show them everything.

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑

belphie’s emotional connection to the human race is far too deep; from hate to jealousy, to something akin to love after meeting you. he appreciates they way you helped him overcome his past views and actions, but regret will always remain deeply rooted in his soul. so he tries not to think about these things. it’s not right to think of you in such ways simply because you are human. after everything you taught him, he thinks he’s sick to even think about a human kink. but then again, it’s in his nature as a demon to want to overpower those who are lesser than him. he’s very conflicted and tries to hide it, but he will sometimes lose control and show you this dark secret of his.

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍

while kinks are inevitable in a relationship, he doesn’t see them so significantly. sex is special, for sure. but what matters to him is the chemistry between you, the flow of emotions and the genuine feeling you have for each other. but still, he loves that you challenge him. a mere human thinking they can take on the grand admiral of hell’s navy? he won’t back down so easily. every now and then, he likes to remind both you and himself of his powers as a demon, and he loves even more the blush on your face when you test his strength. whether it’s out of fear or arousal, it drives him crazy.

[lxndonorris]

back inside the cockpit - Max Verstappen (SFS24)

Y/N x Max Verstappen Theme: Smut (you've been warned) testing begins and you're joining Max during his stint. Tension rises, between the smell of rubber and the roaring of the new Red Bull. word count: 2460+ taglist: @game-set-canet another part of the suit fitting saga 24 (SFS24), if you have any request, let me know! Next one is about Lando :)

As the new racing season looms on the horizon, you find yourself drawn into the whirlwind of excitement that engulfs your boyfriend, Max Verstappen, a professional racing driver. Joining him for the tests marks the beginning of an exciting and promising year of high-speed racing.

Inside his private quarters, the anticipation hangs thick in the air as Max showcases his sleek navy blue racing suit for the very first time. With a mischievous grin, he catches your eye before slipping into the tight, dark undergarments—the fireproofs—each deliberate movement meant to show off a little.

Running a hand along your own thighs, you bite your lip. Looking down at your own clothes—the new Red Bull team gear—you're drawn to the thought of him holding you close, the faint scent of his cologne engulfing you both. It's his shirt that he gave to you just minutes prior. He wore it to the track this morning; it is still warm and smells like him. It's a little wide, but that's okay—it's his, after all, and that's what matters.

You lift your eyes, just in time to catch him tugging his trunk into his trousers. Max, watching you the whole time, smirks—he looks so good with his bare chest still on display and his thighs filling his pants easily.

Then, he slips into the upper half with a low groan, and one arm at a time, the tight fabric swings itself along his bulging biceps, shoulders, and pecs.

You vividly recall the countless hours he spent in the gym, pushing himself to the limit as he sculpted his body into a lean, mean racing machine. Drenched in sweat, his muscles straining with exertion, he remained unwavering in his pursuit of excellence, each drop of sweat a testament to his dedication and resolve.

"Like what you see?" Max teases, his voice low and husky as he flexes his muscles, the fabric molding to his form with effortless precision.

You nod, unable to tear your gaze away from him, the desire pooling in the pit of your stomach as you admire the way the fireproofs hug his every curve.

"You look incredible." You murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, as you reach out to trace the contours of his chest, the fabric smooth beneath your fingertips.

With a chuckle, Max captures your hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it before slipping into the rest of the racing suit. 

Still running your other hand across his firm chest, he draws you close. His lips mere inches from yours, Max presses a tender kiss against your lips.

"It feels good," he purrs into your mouth, "but I need to put the rest on." 

Chuckling, you pull away slowly, your eyes meeting his in a locked gaze. 

"Can't wait to see it all," you say, patting his chest, You stroke him again before he takes a step back.

With practiced ease, he begins to don the racing suit, each movement fluid and deliberate as he allows you to linger in the space between you, your fingers tracing the lines of his body with gentle reservence.

The fabric clings to him like a lover's embrace, the zipper inching upward with agonizing slowness as he reveals himself to you in all his glory.

Piece by piece, he assembles his racing ensemble, each article of clothing a tantalizing glimpse into the raw power and athleticism that lie beneath. With each touch and each caress, you feel a surge of desire course through you, igniting a fire that threatens to consume you both.

As he fastens the last buckle, his eyes meet yours, a smoldering intensity burning within their depths. Pulling you close, Max allows you to feel the strength of his arms, the solidness of his chest, and the desire building up inside him.

"It feels so good to be back." He exclaims, a bright smile spreading across his soft lips.

"I can tell." Running a hand along his waistline, you let your fingertips barely brush across his crotch, the dark fabric concealing his longing excitement.

With a smirk, he nods toward the door. "We've gotta go."

Together, you make your way toward the garage, the scent of gasoline and rubber mingling with the heady rush of adrenaline as you near the track. 

Standing side by side as Max adorns himself with the essential gear—gloves and a helmet—you can't help but feel a sudden swell of pride and aluurement at the sight of him, his passion and determination radiating from every pore.

"Ready to show them what you're made of?" you ask, your voice filled with unwavering support as you watch him settle into the driver's seat.

Max flashes you a grin, his eyes alight with excitement. "You bet," he replied, his voice tinged with anticipation as he revs the engine, the roar of the car drowning out the world around you.

As he speeds off onto the track, you linger in the garage, your heart racing in tandem with the thunderous roar of the engines. Watching him maneuver with grace and precision, a sense of awe washes over you, a deep-seated admiartion for the man who never ceases to amaze you with his skill and passion.

Through the cackle of the radio, you catch snippets of his laughter, a symphony of joy reverberating through the air. In that moment—behind the wheel, pushing the car to its limit for the very first time.

Just by the tone of his voice, you can tell he is as excited as ever, with his passion for racing echoing through the radio. You know how much he loves this, speeding through corners and flying down the straights while giggling to himself.

For a while, you watch the new Red Bull finish more and more laps, being tested to its core.

When Max returns, your heart trembles in excitement.

As he steps out of the car, a wave of exhilaration emanates from him, visible in every movement and every gesture as he navigates the bustling garage with an air of confidence that is impossible to ignore.

The way he carries himself speaks volumes—a man at the top of his game, ready for another season and its challenges lying ahead.

With a huge smile plastered across his face, Max engages in animated conversations with the mechanics, his enthusiasm infectious as he shares his experience with the new car on track.

His eyes sparkle with excitement, a mirror of the joy that dances within his soul, as he makes his way toward you.

As Max draws near, his gaze locks onto yours, a magnetic pull that leaves you breathless in its wake.

Without hesitation, he pulls you into his embrace; his body presses firmly against yours, making sure to hold you close.

"How was it?" You ask, running a hand across his chest, tracing the letters written on his suit with your fingertips.

"So good." Max tries to hold back a soft moan. You're the only one who is meant to know how he feels right now.

He is completely enthralled by driving that car, with adrenaline and desire pumping through his veins—pure hedonism.

Unable to tear his gaze away, he drinks in the sight of you adorned in his team's merchandise, a proud smile gracing his lips as he adores the way the colors complement your features. 

With tenderness born of passion, he leans in, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. Lost in the sweetness of his embrace, you melt against him, your heart beating on time with his as you savor the fleeting moments of intimacy amidst the hustle and bustle of the racing world.

Now, it's his Checo's turn to speed along the track, and the two of you decide to head back into Max's quarters.

Inside his motorhome, the air crackles with electricity as he peels off the upper half of his racing suit, revealing the snug fireproofs that hug his form like a second skin. Every movement seems amplified, every contour of his body is highlighted by the adrenaline coursing through every fiber of his body.

Max runs a hand across his thick chest, his muscles rippling beneath the fabric as he turns to face you, a confident smirk playing at the corners of his lips. Running a hand through his tousled hair, he exudes an effortless charm that never fails to leave you breathless.

"I'm so hard right now," blurts out of his mouth as he grabs himself through his tight racing suit. Due to its color, it's barely able to hide the bulge forming inside his trousers. All of this excitement building up inside him is revealing his feelings for racing, but also for having you by his side.

"Do you feel that too?" he asks, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down your spine as his gaze locks with yours. 

In that moment, with the weight of his gaze bearing down on you, you feel a surge of desire unlike anything you have ever felt before.

Steadying yourself against his strong frame, you lean in, the distance between you evaporating as your lips meet in a fervent kiss.

"So much," you breathe into him. "I just need you so much." His muscles tense at your slightest touch. 

Teasing him, you trace the contours of his form, your fingers dancing across the expanse of his chest, eliciting a low rumble of pleasure from deep down within his throat. Pulling you close, he envelops you in his embrace, the familiar scent of his cologne wrapping around you like a comforting blanket.

The embrace grows tighter the more passionately you kiss each other. Both of you let your hands encompass each other's bodies, and with every little stroke and every soft touch, you give in to him more and more.

Your hand manages to slip underneath his tight shirt, feeling his warm skin and his firm muscles against your skin, giving you goosebumps.

At the same time, his hands are cupping your boobs, touching you firmly yet lovingly.

"Mhmm." You moan into him once more when he starts to grind his crotch against your thighs, making sure to let you feel his ever-growing length.

"Now?" Max's rough voice breaks as he tries to catch his breath. "I can't hold it in any longer."

His entire body is aching for relief, and he is asking you to help him find it. Your own is craving him as well, with all of you longing for him—the touch of his skin against yours, the whispered promises of unbridled passion and desire.

"Fuck." You growl once his hand slides in between the two of you and between your legs. "I need you." 

With one swift motion, he somehow manages to unbutton your jeans while you two make your way through the room. Unable to find the sofa in time, you end up with your back against the cold wall.

"Max." You let out a low groan while he keeps on kissing you, his hands now inside your pants, his fingers knowing his way around your body just like he knows the way around the different tracks. "It feels so good." 

Steadying yourself against his strong frame again, you stroke his chest and let your hand run down his body, tracing the tangible outlines of his abs through his shirt before you touch his member.

Easily, your hand slips into his racing suit and his fireproofs, touching him firmly.

Like you pushed the right buttons, Max leans his head back, one hand on his own chest, the other still inside your pants.

Your jeans slowly drop down to your ankles as he removes his hand, needing both of his hands to please himself.

"Y/N." He shudders, slowly regaining his composure, turning his head to face you again. His beautiful eyes are burning brightly, and their gaze threatens to smother you whole.

Effortlessly, you pull his dick out of his pants and fondle him for a while as he embraces you fully.

Max then leans in again, kissing you hard, this time much more possessive and determined to make you his.

Being so busy pleasing him, you don't even notice him pulling at your underwear, removing them just enough for him to fit inside you. Leaning back against the wall, you give in to him.

With a tender kiss, he slips inside your body, both of your minds shrouded by the blissful passion engulfing the two of you.

His groans, moans, and familiar smell make it easy for you to let him guide you further and further as he starts rocking his hips against yours.

Max is slowly increasing the strength and pace of his thrusts, with one of his hands pulling up your leg to make it easier for him. To steady yourself, you wrap one arm around his neck while the other strokes his chest firmly, encouraging him to keep going.

Your bodies are moving as one; Max's rhythm is easy for you to follow; and you enjoy how tight his body presses against yours.

After what feels like an eternity, you reach your limits, and simultaneously, you climax—a sensational feeling of shared desire and relief.

Max still holds you close, placing kisses all over your neck while you run a hand through his messy, sweaty hair.

"I needed that." He growls; his usual rough voice sounds much deeper, huskier, and smoother.

"Me too." Kissing him, you enjoy each other's embrace for a little while longer before he separates himself from you.

You help each other change clothes, replacing every article of clothing with a loving kiss, a gentle touch, and a shared smile.

Before it's time to leave the motorhome, you take one last look at Max's racing suit, now hanging in front of the cupboard door—a beautiful piece of art. You trace the letters of his name written on the waistline, knowing that he is yours after all.

Then, hands run along your waistline from behind, pulling you back into a warm hug.

"Thank you for being there for me, always." Max breathes into your ear, his chest tight against your back, just the way you like it.

"It's my pleasure." You reply, then turn around to look into his now soft face.

He is wearing the Red Bull shirt now—typical Max—but you wouldn't want it any other way. Stroking his chest again, you enjoy how tight his body still feels and how his clothes accentuate his form so well.

"I like that." Max lets out a guttural growl before smirking again. "It smells like you now." He blushes slightly.

"But it's mine once we're done here." You pinch his nipple playfully, causing him to giggle.

"Of course," he leans in, kissing you again before it's time to head to a team meeting.

[witchywithwhiskey]

trucker prince charming (part 2)

pairing: trucker!jake jensen x sex worker!female reader

summary: you take your favorite trucker up on his offer to meet him at his rig after you finish your shift at the strip club where you work—and it's better than you imagined, which means you're in trouble.

warnings: 18+ content (minors do not interact!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, condom discussion, dry humping, marking/hickeys, finger sucking, begging, teasing, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (kitten), sex worker insecurities, referenced glory hole sex, referenced abuse of power, love confession, a lot of emotions—let me know if i missed something!

word count: 9.5k

a/n: god i hope this chapter works 🫣 i struggled with it a bit, to make reader's reluctance consistent and believable. but i also wanted to to be like super romantic, so yeah, i hope it is!!! ahhh ok please enjoy more trucker jake—i hope y'all love him as much as i do!!!

trucker king masterlist

Excitement and fear roiled in the pit of your stomach, making you feel slightly queasy as you shoved your cash tips from the night into your purse in the back room of Diesel Dolls. In fact, you were trembling so hard, if you’d been wearing a pair of the sky high heels you wore when you worked the stage, you’d be worried about breaking an ankle. But your thoughts were elsewhere, on the trucker who was absolutely not your prince charming. 

As you gathered your things, all you could think about was your favorite trucker who visited you often in the glory holes at the back of the club. Jake Jensen was everything you shouldn’t want. He was one of Diesel Dolls’ most reliable regulars, always stopping by the glory holes when he passed by on the interstate—though, ever since he’d started coming to you, you were the only one he’d let take care of him.

Still, his status as a regular made any kind of outside relationship with him strictly off-limits according to the owner of the club, Mr. Ransom Drysdale. 

Mr. Drysdale didn’t take kindly to girls who formed relationships with his trucker clientele outside the club, he said it was too much of a risk of the girl stealing his business. And if Mr. Drysdale suspected anything, he was known for his harsh, humiliating punishments. He wouldn’t fire you if he found out you were planning to meet up with Jake after your shift, but he’d find a creative way for you to regret it.

Even with that thought in your mind, you couldn’t get Jake’s parting words out of your head. You kept hearing his friendly, sweet and deliciously deep voice saying to you, “I’m sleeping in my rig tonight…in case you wanna stop by.” 

Those had been the final words he’d spoken to you when he’d come to your spot at the glory holes earlier that evening, but he’d left before you could respond to the obvious offer. A part of you was grateful he hadn’t demanded an answer from you in the moment, since it meant you could think it over without any pressure from him. But it also meant that, hours later, you were still uncertain about what you were going to do. 

You were still debating it with yourself when you threw on a long jacket to cover the skimpy tank top and shorts you wore when working the glory holes, and walked out the back door of Diesel Dolls. There, you stopped short. 

In your preoccupation with Jake, you’d forgotten what to expect when leaving the club. A few of the other girls lingered outside smoking cigarettes and chatting with the security guards tasked with walking you and your coworkers to your cars. There was a bite of chill in the air that had you wrapping your coat tighter around your body while you wavered in indecision, the audience making you more anxious about what to do.

“Need a cig, girl?” asked Crystal, one of the girls that had been working at Diesel Dolls even longer than you. She held out her pack to you, her own cigarette pinched between two fingers, the smoke trailing up toward the late night sky. Her eyes were sharp as they watched you, even if her open expression seemed to be nice.

You gave Crystal a tight smile and shook your head, muttering, “No thanks.” You could feel Crystal’s eyes on you as you took two steps into the parking lot, which made the fear in your chest burn brighter than the excitement Jake’s offer had inspired.

Crystal liked to make herself out to be the motherly one of the bunch who worked at the club, the kind who would give advice to the new girls and commiserate with those who’d been working at Diesel Dolls too long. But you’d noticed the way things that seemed to only be said to Crystal had a way of getting back to Mr. Drysdale. That was enough to have your shoulders bunching up around your ears.

Crystal was the last person you wanted to see you walking to Jake’s truck. But you didn’t want to give up on him yet. You’d known Jake for a couple months while he’d been frequenting your glory hole, and you were so desperately curious about him, that you didn’t want to pass up on the opportunity. So you pulled out your phone and pretended to be texting someone while you hoped the group outside the back door dispersed.

Thankfully, they all seemed to finish up soon enough and Crystal went back inside while the security guards split up to walk the other girls to their cars. You waved them off when they offered to walk you as well, claiming you had a ride coming and waited until they rounded the side of the building to where most of the girls parked their cars.

For a brief moment, you were alone with nothing but the clear night air and your thoughts. You knew it was a bad idea to go to Jake, but the pull you felt to him was too strong. It was bound to get you into some kind of trouble, whether with Mr. Drysdale or something you couldn’t even anticipate. You typically prided yourself in having a great deal of sense, but everything about your favorite trucker made you want to act like you didn’t have any. 

Before you’d even fully made up your mind, your feet began to carry you in the direction you knew you’d be able to find him. For once, your heart seemed to be making the decisions and though your brain was still listing all the ways in which things could go wrong—Jake could be horrid in person, or he could fuck you and go around the club bragging about it—they didn’t seem as important as finally finding out what it would feel like to fall into your favorite trucker’s arms. 

Diesel Dolls had a small parking lot in front and to one side of the building, but on the other side, there was a much bigger parking lot that the strip club shared with Everett’s Roadhouse. It was big enough to accommodate all the truckers and their rigs who frequented both the club and the bar. It also had special permissions that allowed the truckers to sleep there over night. 

It was to this parking lot that your feet carried you. 

You breathed a sigh of relief when you were swallowed up by the shadows of the massive trucks in the parking lot, your soft exhale masking the sound of the back door of Diesel Dolls closing. You didn’t hear it, though, because you were too focused on looking for the truck Jake had described to you.

Turning a corner around a big white rig, you spotted the truck that could only belong to your favorite trucker. And standing in front of it, leaning against the grill at the front, was a man. Your heart leapt in your chest as you realized it could only be him. Your favorite trucker. Your Jakey. 

Your breath caught in your throat and your feet stumbled to a stop. He hadn’t noticed you yet, and you took the moment to look him over, greedily raking your eyes down his body while he stared at something on his phone. 

Jake looked tall, even from the little bit of distance between you, with broad shoulders that filled out the bright green t-shirt he wore, which had some kind of graphic printed on the front. His jeans were a basic blue denim that fit him a little snugly, and he wore work boots that were kicking idly at the pavement of the parking lot, like he was struggling to be patient.

But what caught your attention the most about Jake was his face. You were a little surprised to discover that Jake wore glasses, but that was maybe because you’d never seen another trucker who wore them. You stared at his side profile for a long time, appreciating his strong jaw accented by the goatee framing his soft mouth. His dark hair lightened at the spiky tips, and for some reason, you found yourself craving to touch it, to run your hands through it.

All at once, you realized you’d been right about Jake—he was cute. And not just cute, he was fucking hot. You’d never seen a man who could pull off both, but your favorite trucker managed it. 

Your heart thudded in your chest and if you’d been thinking with anything but your heart, you’d have been worried about your reaction to the man who you knew you couldn’t be with. But you were only admiring your favorite trucker and thinking about how cute he looked waiting for you.

You didn’t realize you’d been slowly drifting closer to Jake until he straightened suddenly, and looked straight at you. Your breath froze in your lungs when you met his gaze, startling at the bright blue of his eyes, even shadowed as they were in the dim light of the parking lot. Your feet came to an abrupt stop and you waited anxiously while Jake took his own inspection of you, hoping desperately that he wouldn’t find you lacking.

But there was no long perusal of your body, only brief moment when eh let his gaze drop to your lips before he caught your eye again. A charmingly friendly grin spread across his handsome face, excitement rolling off him in waves that made you feel giddy.

“Kitten?” he asked, a little hesitantly. Almost like he was a little shy. 

If you hadn’t already been certain the man was Jake, his voice would’ve convinced you. It was warm and pleasantly deep, sending a delicious shiver of recognition down your spine, heat blooming in the depth of your core. A small, tentative smile curved the edges of your mouth as you walked closer to your favorite trucker, noticing that he stayed near his truck and let you come to him. 

“Jake,” you said, his name gusting past your lips in an awed exhale. He looked even more handsome up close, and your eyes couldn’t stop taking in the lines and curves of his face. You didn’t think you’d ever get enough of simply looking at him.

“You came.” He stated the obvious, his voice low and gruff with an emotion that tugged at something deep inside your chest. You were drawn in closer to your favorite trucker by some invisible tether that seemed to connect the two of you. So wrapped up in the moment, you didn’t even question why you felt so deeply for a man you were only truly meeting for the first time.

You came to a stop right in front of Jake, close enough you had to tilt your head back to hold his gaze—close enough you could feel the heat of him in the chilly night air. You wanted to press even closer and wrap yourself around the big, broad man, but you held yourself back, suddenly unsure how to act without a wall of plywood between you. 

“You’re cuter than I imagined,” you said, the words falling from your lips before you could stop them, amazement making your voice breathy.

But as soon as the words registered in your mind, you winced and pressed a hand over your mouth. You were about to apologize for the backhanded compliment when Jake laughed huskily, a little bit of pink tinging his cheeks, which only made him look even cuter.

“Ya think I’m cute, kitten?” he asked, his fingers reaching out and brushing against yours, electricity zinging through your body at just that brief touch. 

Your breath hitched as your body went haywire, desire flooding through your veins and making you sway into your favorite trucker. Jake seemed to notice your reaction because a grin spread across his face and he tangled his fingers with yours while he kept talking.

“Not hot, or sexy—or studly?” His voice went much deeper on that last word to emphasize it, and you couldn’t help the startled giggle that fled from your lips. You’d suspected Jake was funny, and you were delighted to discover you were right about that too.

Jake used the moment when your guard was down to pull you into his arms, where you landed against his chest with a small huff of surprise. Immediately, your laughter died in your throat and you stared up into Jake’s eyes while he watched you with a pleased smile curling the edges of his mouth.

The thought came to you suddenly: You could fall in love with Jake Jensen. In fact, you knew, somehow, that it would be as easy as breathing to fall in love with Jake. A small part of you even thought you already were falling in love with your favorite trucker. 

But as soon as you had those thoughts, you pushed them away, the fear you’d felt earlier rearing its ugly head. You couldn’t fall in love with Jake, not when you knew you’d never be able to be with him in the way you wanted. Developing feelings for him would only lead to getting hurt and you didn’t think you’d survive the kind of hurt falling love with Jake would lead to. So you forced yourself not to think about it.

Instead, you let yourself act on instinct. You reached up and traced your fingertips gently down the side of Jake’s face, your touch so light you weren’t sure if he could even feel it. But when you got to the plump curve of his lower lip, he sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes darkening as he stared down at you so intensely, your hand fell away to fist in the soft cotton of his t-shirt.

“I don’t meet a lot of cute guys in my line of work,” you whispered, the words part explanation, part distraction from the way Jake was looking at you like he planned to grab you and kiss you and never let you go. “It’s…” you trailed off, not knowing where you were going with that thought.

No, that was a lie, you knew exactly where you were going, you just got scared to continue it. But Jake was patient, and he waited, his gaze expectant, and you discovered you didn’t want to let him down—either with an attempt to change the subject or with a lie.

“It’s amazing,” you said, so softly, you weren’t sure he’d be able to hear. “You’re amazing, Jakey.” Your eyes fell to his lips, looking so soft and inviting. Your favorite trucker’s mouth was so tempting, and you knew you’d never be the same once he kissed you, which scared you more than a little, your heart thudding almost painfully in your chest.

Thankfully, Jake was brave enough for the both of you. 

His arms wound around your waist, knees bending to wrap you up in his hold and haul you up close to his chest, so you were left standing on tiptoes and staring up into his beautiful blue eyes. He lowered his face until your mouths were so close, you could taste the sharp mint of his breath on your tongue, but he didn’t close the distance. 

Your heart was racing with excitement and a little bit of fear, and you could feel Jake’s arousal through your clothes, but the tension of the moment was delicious and you didn’t mind if Jake wanted to take things a little slow. At least, for the moment.

“Fuck, kitten,” he rumbled, collapsing back against the grill of his truck while he stared at you with amazement in his blue eyes. “I’ll take cute as a compliment if you’re the one saying it,” he said, his voice pitched low and earnest. Your fingers twisted in his shirt, clinging to him as you watched the edges of his mouth curve into a grin. “Hell, you can call me a cute little pup and I’ll roll over so you can pet my belly.”

Jake’s arms squeezed you tightly, holding you pinned to his chest, and a distant part of you was surprised by the fact that you didn’t feel trapped by him. You felt impossibly giddy with happiness and excitement, warmth curling pleasantly through your body as you pressed tighter against him, feeling his hard cock digging into your stomach. He was so eager for you, and it was so hot because you wanted him just as badly, but you couldn’t help teasing him a little.

“I think puppy wants something more than belly rubs,” you murmured, a smirk curling your lips. You lifted one of your feet to rest on the grill of Jake’s truck, opening your legs to grind your core against his bulge, wringing a groan out of him, his hands fisting in the jacket at your back. 

“Mm, you feel so fucking good,” he rumbled in a husky voice, then paused, pulling back enough to catch your eye. He wore an adorably confused expression. “Hang on, are you calling me or my dick ‘puppy’?”

Jake’s question startled you so much, laughter burst free from your mouth unbidden; you had to tip your head back and close your eyes to let it loose. It was the hardest you’d laughed in a very long time, your body shaking in Jake’s arms and tears springing to the corners of your eyes. 

You could feel Jake chuckling right along with you, but when you finally sobered, he’d quieted and was simply looking at you, an emotion in his eyes that was so deep and terrifying it nearly stole all the breath from your lungs.

“You have the best laugh,” Jake muttered seconds before his mouth descended on yours, capturing your lips in a kiss. 

Your first kiss with Jake was everything you’d dreamed it would be, your body lighting up and your mind going blank in a combination of delight and arousal. His mouth was warm and soft on yours, the bristles of his goatee tickling your cheeks as your mouths slid together. A giggle rose in your throat and your mouth curved in a smile as giddiness flooded through you. 

Then Jake shifted his arms, one hand coming up to cradle your head while the other remained banded around your lower back, holding you exactly where he wanted you. He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips and coaxing a moan from you as he explored the depths of your mouth. Jake’s kiss was heady and all-consuming and you never wanted it to end—you wanted to kiss him forever and ever and ever.

By the time Jake pulled away, your lungs were burning for air and you were left panting, dragging in as much oxygen as you could. He seemed to be in much the same predicament, his chest expanding where you were draped against it, his heart beating wildly beneath where your fingers were clinging to his t-shirt.

“So, you got a bed in that big rig of yours,” you managed to ask, in between panting breaths. “Or are you planning to fuck me right here against your truck?” A cheeky grin curved your lips and you ground your core against Jake again for good measure, making his eyes go dazed and dark. His hands grabbed your ass and held you tight against his bulge while he seemed to freeze. 

For a long moment, Jake just stared at you like his brain had short-circuited, and your grin widened at the realization that you’d somehow managed to render your favorite trucker speechless. Then, all of a sudden, he seemed to come back online and he shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. 

Tangling his fingers with yours, Jake led you around to the driver’s side of his rig and opened the door, helping you up into the cab. You took a quick, cursory look around the inside of Jake’s truck as you moved directly into the backseat, where there was a soft cot covered in a haphazard pile of blankets. The bed was messy and unkempt in a way that made you smile because it just seemed so much like Jake.

Looking around, you noted that the truck cab was warm, and a little cluttered, but cozy in its own way. You’d never actually seen the inside of a long-haul truck despite servicing countless drivers at Diesel Dolls, but everything looked so high tech, you would’ve thought you were in the cockpit of a spaceship. All the dials and controls on the dashboard gave off a soft blue light, including some of the panels in the backseat around Jake’s bed. 

When you looked closer, there appeared to be a gaming system and TV rigged up in the back, and you smiled again, imagining your favorite trucker spending his spare time gaming by himself. You couldn’t help the way your mind wandered, wondering if Jake might be interested in letting you keep his cock warm while he played his games…

You were distracted from that thought by Jake hauling himself into the driver’s seat and shutting the door behind him. He had a determined look on his face while he locked the truck’s doors, checking to make sure the space was secure before he turned to you in the backseat. The corner of your mouth kicked up in a sultry grin and you leaned back on your hands, pushing your tits out as your jacket parted, revealing the tiny crop top and shorts you wore beneath it.

In the privacy of his truck, Jake let his eyes wander down your body, lingering on the way your nipples pushed through the thin cotton of your shirt. They tightened further under the intensity of his gaze, and your lips parted in a gasping breath as heat blazed between your thighs. 

But Jake’s eyes were already moving on, his gaze roving over the curves of your waist and hips and down to the plush softness of your thighs. You could almost feel his gaze like a lingering touch as he looked at your body properly for the first time. If you’d had a chance to feel at all insecure about whether he’d like your curves, the way Jake’s pupils blew wide with lust would’ve quelled it. 

Jake spent long moments simply looking at you and, after you’d taken your own moment to get your fill of him before he’d noticed you in the parking lot, you tried to be patient. But the way your body was responding to just Jake’s eyes on you made you squirm on the bed, your thighs falling open of their own accord in a wordless offering for your favorite trucker. Finally, your impatience won out.

“Now that you’ve got me in your truck,” you murmured in a husky purr, smiling seductively when Jake’s eyes met yours again. “What do you plan on doing with me?” You shifted your shoulders, letting your jacket slip down your arms in a way that you hoped was enticing enough to make him want to rip it off you entirely.

Jake’s eyes darted to your bare shoulders then back to your face before he moved from his seat, prowling toward you in a way that looked more predatory than you would’ve expected from your sweet and friendly trucker. The intensity of his gaze on you sent a thrill through your body that only heightened as he eased closer, his hands sliding beneath your jacket to grab your hips roughly. 

Holding your gaze captive with his own, Jake eased you down onto your back until you were laying in his bed, his big body covering yours. Your lungs were struggling for air, little panting breaths slipping past your lips as you followed Jake’s lead, a part of you surprised by how easy it was to give in to your favorite trucker’s whims. But you trusted him—you trusted him in a way that was probably unwise, and it occurred to you yet again that being with your trucker could lead to serious trouble for you.

But then you were laying down in Jake’s soft bed, his broad shoulders and beautiful blue eyes blocking out the rest of the world, and your worries miraculously faded—helped by the fact that Jake decided to finally answer your question.

“I’ve thought about this so many times, kitten,” Jake rasped, his tone raw with emotion that had your heart racing in your chest.

There was a vulnerability in Jake’s words, and you couldn’t help but reach for him, cupping his handsome face in your hands. A soft smile played at the edges of your mouth, but it deepened when Jake leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed while he nuzzled into your palms. It took a moment for him to gather his thoughts enough to continue. 

“I’ve thought about getting you in my bed so many times, I can barely believe this is real,” Jake mumbled, the words sounding like they were wrenched straight from his heart. You could feel your own heart thump in response, a little bit of fear trickling through your body that you decided to ignore. “I plan to do everything with you kitten,” Jake murmured, opening his eyes and pinning you with his fervent gaze. “But most of all, I plan to keep you.”

Your breath froze in your lungs at Jake’s pronouncement, and fear flooded your heart. It was on the tip of your tongue to tell Jake it was impossible—he couldn’t keep you, not while you still worked at Diesel Dolls. Not while Mr. Drysdale still owned you.

Your entire livelihood was dependent on Mr. Drysdale and Diesel Dolls. He was the only one who’d hired you when you’d come to town. And, despite all his faults, Mr. Drysdale paid well—well enough that you could support yourself. If Jake jeopardized your job at Diesel Dolls, you’d have to become dependent on him to take care of you, and you didn’t know yet if he was the kind of man who’d do that, though the part of you that was falling love with him told you that he would.

It surprised you—and scared you—how much you wanted to give your heart and soul and everything to Jake. You yearned for him in a way you never had for any other man. You felt almost desperate for your favorite trucker to be true to his word, to keep you and take care of you and make you his in every possible way. 

But you had too much sense to let yourself fall into Jake’s arms completely just yet. So you reminded yourself that your life was not a fairytale, and Jake wasn’t your prince charming. No matter how much you might want him to be. Jake was a trucker, and if you knew one thing about truckers, it was that eventually, they always leave. It wasn’t worth risking your entire life for the chance of a happily ever after with him, even if your heart yearned for it.

So, while you wanted to believe Jake meant what he said—that he was going to keep you—you simply couldn’t allow yourself to. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy the time you had with him, no matter how brief it would have to be. Pulling him down for a soft kiss, you murmured against his lips.

“Do anything you want with me,” you whispered, eagerly giving your body to your favorite trucker, even as you held back from giving him your heart. “Wanna feel your cock inside me so bad, please, Jake,” you begged, muffling a whimper as you kissed his jaw.  

If Jake knew you were holding part of yourself back, he didn’t show it. Instead, he captured your lips in a fierce kiss, his hands roaming all over your body, ripping off your jacket and tossing it into the front seat. As his tongue plunged into your mouth, he tugged off the rest of your clothes, leaving you bare beneath him before he pulled away to yank his shirt off over his head.

The movement knocked Jake’s glasses askew and you giggled at the sight of him, leaning up to nip at his jaw to stop yourself from calling him cute again. He huffed an impatient laugh and took his glasses off, tucking them into a compartment above your head. 

Even in the dim light of the backseat, Jake was still so attractive it took your breath away just looking at him. You couldn’t help yourself from pulling his face close to yours so you could kiss him sweetly. 

“So handsome, Jakey,” you murmured against his mouth, wanting so badly to tell him how much you liked him. You settled for wrapping your legs around his hips and grinding your bare core against the bulge in his jeans. “Look so fucking hot with glasses,” you said, pausing only to kiss him again before continuing, “and just as hot without them.”

Jake chuckled huskily, his hips pressing into yours to grind his bulge against your cunt, making you gasp while he kissed along your jaw. “What happened to calling me cute?” he murmured teasingly, nipping at the lobe of your ear and laughing again when you squirmed beneath him.

“You’re still cute,” you admitted on a gasp, humping against Jake from under his large body, trying desperately to get the friction you needed against your sopping wet pussy. “And handsome and hot and—god you’re everything, Jakey,” you cried, your desire driving you to grind harder against him, your body writhing like a cat in heat. “I need you, please!”

“Alright, alright,” Jake rumbled placatingly, easing your hips back down against the bed and untangling your legs from around his hips so he could undo his jeans. 

The loss of contact made you whine impatiently, and if need wasn’t blazing through you so hotly you would’ve wondered about what Jake had reduced you to—a needy creature so desperate for him that you were whining—but you didn’t care, you just wanted him. Jake kissed your cheek to mollify you while he fumbled with his jeans.

“Fuck, kitten,” he rasped, pressing his forehead to yours and taking a deep breath to settle his shaking hands. “I’ve never met a woman who wanted me so bad.”

An anger you didn’t want to analyze too closely surged through your body at Jake’s statement. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you buried your hands in his hair and pressed hot kisses to his cheeks, his temple, his forehead, anywhere you could reach.

“All the women you’ve met are fucking idiots then,” you snarled, tugging Jake’s head to the side so you could kiss down the strong column of his neck. It wasn’t like you to say such things about other women, but you couldn’t even fathom not wanting Jake with a desperation that clawed through your body. Before you could stop yourself, your lips latched onto Jake’s neck and you began sucking on his skin, intent on leaving your mark on your favorite trucker.

“Fuck, jesus fuck,” Jake groaned, shuddering at the feeling of you sucking on his neck. His hands were shaking again, but he managed to push his jeans and boxers down, kicking them off as fast as he could manage in the tight confines of the backseat. 

Then, finally, his cock was free, and you reached for it eagerly with a familiarity that came from sucking him off so many times in the glory holes at Diesel Dolls. You stroked him with an eagerness like greeting an old friend, reacquainting yourself with the part of Jake’s body you knew best. His cock was just as perfect as always and all the desires you’d felt earlier that night came rushing back.

“Wanna worship your cock with my mouth, Jakey,” you murmured in his ear, your fingers stroking his stiff length slowly, teasingly, pausing briefly to smack your pussy with the tip and making both of your groan in pleasure. “You have the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen,” you confessed in a breathy whisper, your lips pressing kisses to Jake’s neck just beneath his ear. “I wanna kiss you and lick you and suck you and make out with your balls, Jakey, god, I could spend hours just playing with your cock.”

Jake’s full body shuddered again, and you smirked against his neck, breathing in the fresh, clean scent of your favorite trucker and feeling yourself get wetter for him. But then Jake was pushing up and tilting his face to yours, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that stole your breath and stilled your hand.

“You have the hottest mouth, kitten,” Jake murmured when he pulled away, his hand cupping your cheek and dragging his thumb over your lower lip. 

You sucked his finger into your mouth and bobbed your head a little while staring up at him, hoping he’d see how eager you were and let you move down his body and worship him the way he deserved.

Instead, Jake’s other hand knocked yours away from his cock, fisting himself while you whined and pouted around his thumb. He chuckled, removing his thumb from your mouth so he could kiss you again.

“You can suck me off another time,” he promised, rubbing the tip of his dick between your soaked folds and making you shiver beneath him. “I gotta feel your cunt or I’m gonna go fucking crazy.” His voice lowered to a deep rumble, his words only turning you on more, as impossible as that seemed. “Gotta know if your pussy feels as good as I’ve always imagined.”

“Jakey, please,” you cried breathlessly, digging your knees into his sides and tilting your hips up to try to take his cock into your weeping hole. “Need you, need you,” you mumbled, humping against the tip of Jake’s dick, until a thought crashed into your mind. 

You’d never fucked anyone—at Diesel Dolls or in your personal life—without a condom. And you’d never forgotten to ask your partner to put one on. But you’d been about to take Jake’s bare cock into your unprotected cunt without even a second thought. 

It was chilling to realize just how much Jake affected you. You froze, your body tensing and pulling away as much as you could when you were laying beneath Jake in the small cot in the backseat of his truck.

Immediately, Jake took notice of your retreat, and he paused above you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly, pushing up on his arms so he could see your face fully. There was so much concern in his expression that you had to look away, reflexively shying away from the emotion in his gaze. You stared at his shoulder as you asked a question of your own.

“Do you want to use a condom?” you asked, forcing out the words in a rush, hoping Jake didn’t hear the insecurity in your voice. You knew some men thought you were ‘dirty’ because of your profession—you’d had more than enough of them say as much to your face—so you wanted to give Jake the option in case he later regretted not using protection with you. 

The part of you that liked Jake (which was growing by the minute), wanted to believe he didn’t think that way about you. After all, he’d met you in the glory holes at the back of Diesel Dolls, and had made you feel safe and respected even when there was a plywood wall between you. But you knew too well from experience that even if a man knew what you did for work, even if he’d visited you at Diesel Dolls, he might still secretly think of you in a certain way.

So you held your breath, cautious hope in your heart as you waited for Jake’s response to your question. 

He blinked once, then twice, his lips parted and his expression adorably confused while he processed your words. He even glanced down your bodies to see his bare cock resting against your pussy, and you weren’t certain what was going through his head, but you desperately wanted to know. When his gaze met yours again, he still looked concerned.

“Do you want to use a condom, kitten?” Jake asked, an anxious note in his tone. “Because I’ll find one if you do.” His eyes searched yours, but you were too stunned to respond because you’d realized something. Something life-altering.

Jake was the only man who ever asked you what you wanted. 

Maybe there had been others, long ago, before Diesel Dolls, but if there were, you couldn’t remember them. Jake was the first man in a long time to ask you what you wanted to do, if you wanted to use a condom. An overwhelming and terrifying emotion surged through your body, tying your tongue and rendering you speechless. 

Thankfully, Jake’s anxiousness at your silence prompted him to keep talking. He dropped his voice low, his expression going serious as he stared into your eyes. 

“If you want to know what I want, I thought I made myself clear earlier,” he rumbled, working his hips in tiny little circles that had his hard length slipping between your drenched folds and grinding lightly against your clit. “I don’t want anything between us—I want all of you, including your hot cunt wrapped around my bare cock.” 

A gasp fell from your lips as you tossed your head back, your eyes squeezing shut to quell the tears that were threatening to spill down your cheeks. “Jakey, yes, I want it—please,” you moaned in a broken, hoarse voice. Heat rose to your cheeks and, despite how turned on you were, you managed to feel a little embarrassed by how much emotion was in your voice when you said his name. Still, you couldn’t help the need you felt, and you pulled him close, feeling like nothing would be close enough. 

Jake dug his arms into the bed beneath your back, crushing you to his chest as he shifted his hips, lining up his cock with your hole and beginning to sink in while he shushed you. “I’m right here, kitten, ‘m not going anywhere,” he murmured soothingly in your ear. 

Your heart thudded in your chest and you were filled with an uneasy trepidation even as your legs spread wider around Jake’s broad body to take his cock deep into your cunt. You believed Jake. You believed he wasn’t going anywhere, and that scared you. But you didn’t have room in your mind to deal with that fear, not when he was sliding inside you, stretching your pussy to accomodate his thick length and pushing all your worries to the wayside. 

“Feel so good, kitten,” Jake rumbled in your ear when he bottomed out inside you. His lips found your neck and kissed your delicate skin, making you whimper for him. “Feels like you were made for me, like you were made to be mine, all mine.” He rocked his hips gently, fucking you in firm, short thrusts that you felt in the depths of your soul.

Jake’s words and the way he was fucking you—like he was making love to you—was too much. You wanted so badly to be his, to let yourself fall in love with him, but you knew it couldn’t be and that knowledge made you so despondent, you felt like you could cry. But you didn’t want to ruin the moment, so instead you pushed on Jake’s shoulder, urging him to roll onto his back. 

He did as you asked, rolling your bodies until he was laying flat on his back and you were straddling his hips, his cock still lodged deep inside you. The ceiling of the truck was high enough that you could sit up, so you did, pushing on Jake’s pecs to put some distance between you and your favorite trucker. You began to ride him with practiced movements, taking the opportunity to watch Jake. 

Your favorite trucker looked deliciously devastated beneath you, his blue eyes glazing over as you rose up and sank down on his fat dick. His soft lips were parted, his chest heaving with heavy breaths as you worked your hips in tiny circles, clenching down on his length and fucking him like the pro that you were. 

Jake stared at you like you were a goddess come to life and he’d be more than happy to bow at your feet, a dazed look of pleasure in his eyes as they roamed over your body. His gaze drifted down from your face, watching your tits bounce for him, then fixating on where your bodies joined. You could feel his gaze everywhere he looked, your body lighting up at his attention, which only made you ride him harder.

“Look so beautiful riding my cock, kitten,” Jake rumbled, seemingly having found his tongue. His hands fumbled over your body, gripping your hips and then your ass like he couldn’t decide which he wanted to touch more, squeezing you anywhere he could. “And you feel so fucking good—fuck, kitten, I want to keep you on my cock forever, just sitting pretty and keeping my cock warm while I’m driving, fuck, even when I’m sleeping.”

“Mm, Jake, don’t threaten me with a good time,” you murmured huskily, planting your hands on his chest and using the leverage to bounce your ass on his cock. You knew from past experience it made men lose their minds, and Jake was no different. 

His jaw clenched and his hands pawed at your plush curves, his eyes rolling back in his head as he let out a groan that sounded like he was being tortured. “Fuck, fuck, kitten, you feel so fucking good,” Jake rambled, his tongue loosening the closer he got to coming. “Your cunt feels better than I ever could’ve imagined, ‘m gonna come so hard in your pretty little kitty.”

“Do it, Jake,” you urged, even though a part of you didn’t want your first time with Jake to be over so soon. But you knew it was better this way. You’d get him off and make some excuse to leave and you could go home and get yourself off while Jake’s come was still leaking from your pussy. “Fill me up, wanna feel you flood my little hole with your come.”

“Oh fuck,” Jake groaned, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he held you and fucked up into you so furiously, you would’ve lost your balance if he hadn’t been holding on to you. “You’re perfect, you’re perfect, I—god, I love you, kitten.”

Every muscle in your body froze and you sucked in a sharp gasp at Jake’s confession, your mouth falling open in shock as you stared down at your favorite trucker. 

Men had said those words to you before. They’d whispered them into plywood walls while you sucked their cocks and moaned other girls’ names. They’d murmured them into your ear while you gave them a lap dance, promising you jewelry and bigger tips if you broke the rules and let them fuck you. They’d confessed them to you in a bid to keep you in relationships that were toxic. 

But you’d never heard them from a man who treated you with as much respect as Jake did. You’d never heard them from a man you wanted to hear them from. And god, you’d wanted Jake to say those words—maybe not so soon, but eventually—because you knew you were falling in love with him. And the fact that he’d said it meant he’d made it real.

And you were fucking terrified. 

Even with how close Jake was to coming, he felt the change in you immediately. For a moment, he just looked at you, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, his cock still hard inside you. As he watched you, you got the distinct impression he could see how scared you were of those three little words he’d said. 

Trying to conceal your fear with anger, you contorted your face into a scowl and hissed, “Don’t say that to me.” 

Jake sat up at once, one of his arms banding around your back to hold you in place while the other cupped your face, his thumb tilting your chin up so he could pin you in place with the intensity of his gaze. 

“Do you think I didn’t mean it?” he asked, his voice gentle and gruff.

With his blue eyes piercing yours, it was difficult to lie, but you managed. “I’m sure you only meant it because I was riding your dick better than any other woman you’ve ever been with,” you spit out with far more bravado than you felt. 

Jake’s expression shifted and he almost—almost—looked angry. His grip on your chin tightened, though not anywhere near enough to hurt. His hand was firm, unyielding in a way you’d never seen from Jake before. 

“I’ve been in love with you since the first time you called me Jakey and told me I have a perfect dick,” he said, his tone daring you to challenge him. “I’ve loved you since before I saw this pretty face for the first time, kitten, and I know you feel something for me, too.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest, everything in your body telling you to flee, but Jake was holding you too tight so you huffed an exasperated sigh and rolled your eyes at your favorite trucker, pretending to be annoyed with him. 

“How d’you know I don’t tell everyone they have a perfect cock?” you asked in a nonchalant tone, your eyes cutting away from Jake’s as you shrugged. “Maybe I tell all my johns that so they’ll tip me better.

Jake’s expression softened, a grin spreading across his face, like he was amused by your antics. “And do you tell all your johns that you fantasize about their cocks while you touch yourself?” Jake asked, his tone almost teasing. “Do you finger yourself while you think about your other johns—or is it just me, kitten?”

Your mind flashed back to earlier that evening when Jake had visited you at the glory holes in Diesel Dolls and you’d been so turned on by him, you’d gotten yourself off while you sucked his cock. You’d never done that before, and you knew it was entirely because you were so attracted to Jake, even when you’d only known his cock. The fact that he was real and handsome and inside you made it impossible to ignore how much you desired him, your body squirming as need crashed through you.

Though you’d barely moved, Jake could feel the way you squirmed in his arms and he chuckled. “Mm, I thought so,” he rumbled, responding like you’d answered his question, which you supposed you had, in a way. He pressed his face close to yours and held you so you were forced to look at him, because he was all you could see. “You don’t need to say the words back to me, kitten,” he murmured, his tone so sweet and gentle, it inexplicably made you want to cry. “But I know you feel it.”

God help you, but Jake was right. You were falling in love with the ridiculous trucker, and it seemed there was nothing you could do about it. Tears filled your eyes and threatened to spill down your cheeks. It was so tremendously frightening to open your heart to Jake, even when you weren’t thinking about everything in your life that would endeavor to keep you apart. Your throat felt tight with emotion, like you were choking on all the feelings you didn’t want to feel. 

“Jakey,” was all you could manage to get past your lips. Thankfully, you didn’t need to say more because Jake covered your mouth with his own, kissing you so hard it stole the breath from your lungs. Your hips squirmed as heat flooded through you, the aching need of having Jake’s cock buried inside you becoming too difficult to ignore. 

Instead of letting you ride him more, Jake flipped your bodies until you were pinned beneath his larger one, swallowing your gasp as he began fucking you like he had when you’d first begun, in slow, firm thrusts. When you wrenched your lips from his, gulping down much-needed air, he didn’t let you pull too far away.

“Love it when you call me Jakey, kitten,” he rumbled, in between peppering your face with kisses, his goatee tickling your skin, “’cause I know it means you love me.” 

It felt like he was everywhere—his arms holding you tight to his chest, his lips pressing against every inch of your skin he could reach, his thick cock stretching your tight little cunt. He was overwhelming in the best way possible, and you let yourself give in to the moment, crying out, “Jakey, Jakey,” as he fucked you even after what he’d said about it meaning you loved him. 

The tip of Jake’s cock hit a spot deep inside you that had you moaning and clenching around him, and he groaned at the feel of your body squeezing his dick. He shifted his position slightly and made sure he hit that spot over and over again, until you felt like you were the one unraveling beneath your favorite trucker. 

“That’s it, good girl, take your Jakey’s cock,” he growled, his teeth nipping at your ear and your neck as he fucked you harder, feeling the way you twitched with pleasure in his arms. “Look so fucking gorgeous creaming on my cock—the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and you’re all fucking mine, isn’t that right, kitten?”

Your heart pounded in your chest, willing your lips to say yes, but all you could manage was a litany of your favorite trucker’s name, crying “Jakey, Jakey, Jakey.” You could feel the pleasure in your body coiling tight, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before Jake made you come. It felt better than you ever imagined, being with him, and you wanted it to last forever.

You could feel Jake’s smirk against your cheek and then his face was hovering above yours, his blue eyes nearly black with how wide his pupils had blown with arousal. It made him look nothing like the friendly trucker you’d met in the parking lot, but you wouldn’t trade in this unleashed side of Jake for anything. He wasn’t cute anymore, but he was so scorching hot, you thought you might come just from the way he was looking at you like you were his whole world.

“You gonna come, kitten?” he asked, his lightly teasing words at odds with the brutal way he was fucking you, his cock pounding into that delicious spot deep inside your cunt, his pelvic bone grinding against your clit every time he bottomed out inside you. “Gonna come all over the cock of the man who loves you? Gonna let the man who loves you come deep in your perfect cunt?” 

Jake’s words were your undoing. The tension in your body snapped as your release crashed over you, pleasure consuming every part of your being as you screamed your trucker’s name, “Jakey!” Your body trembled, your hands fumbling against Jake’s shoulders as you tried to cling to him, but he wasn’t done with you yet.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” Jake muttered, his hips rutting into you as he chased his own release while drawing yours out. “Ya look so fucking pretty coming on my cock, kitten—the prettiest girl in the world, gonna make me come, gonna make me come so hard your tight, perfect pussy.” He captured your lips in a kiss, breaking away a moment later to grunt, “Fuck, fuck, you’re mine, kitten, all fucking mine.” 

You felt Jake’s hips stutter against yours and then he pressed deep. His cock twitched inside you, and you knew he was flooding your pussy with his come, that thought making you moan deliriously. You pulled Jake down for a messy, sloppy kiss as you rode out your releases together, your cunt clenching around his cock to milk every drop of his seed into your pussy. 

You writhed together for so long that Jake began to shudder from the overstimulation, and he collapsed on top of you, forcing you to stop while he moaned in your ear. Even still, you kept your legs hooked around his waist, refusing to let him go. His heavy weight was crushing you a little, but you didn’t mind as you stroked your fingertips up and down hi spine.

Eventually, both of you settled, and Jake rolled onto his side, dragging you with him. He hitched your leg over his hip to keep your bodies connected, seemingly just as reluctant as you were to pull away from where you were joined together. 

But the realities of the world burrowed back into your mind, reminding you that no matter how much Jake loved you—and no matter how much you were falling in love with him—any relationship between the two of you was an impossibility. 

If Mr. Drysdale found out you’d fucked one of the truckers that comprised Diesel Dolls’ clientele, there would be consequences. Even if you weren’t fired, you didn’t want to learn what punishment Mr. Drysdale would come up with to make sure you never saw Jake again. There’d be no way for you to have a relationship with your favorite trucker, even a secret one, since secrets had a way of coming out at Diesel Dolls.

Once you’d caught your breath and thoroughly freaked yourself out with your thoughts about the consequences of your actions, you sighed softly and began to extricate yourself from Jake. “I should go,” you murmured, but the moment you tried to pull away, Jake pulled you in tighter against his chest. There was a light dusting of hair coving his pecs and you couldn’t help but nuzzle deeper into the warmth and fuzziness of him.

Jake chuckled. “Do you really think I’m done with you already, kitten?” he asked teasingly, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ve wanted to get you in my arms and on my cock for months,” he said, his dick twitching inside you as he began to harden again. “I’m not letting you go just yet.” He nudged your face up to look at him, a little bit of vulnerability swirling in his blue eyes as he whispered, “Stay the night. Please.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the way Jake said ‘please’, like he would be heartbroken if you didn’t stay. At that moment, you realized just how much trouble you were in. It would break your heart to hurt Jake, but there was no way things didn’t end with one of you hurting the other. Either you’d hurt Jake by choosing your job over him or he’d hurt you by leaving. It was an impossible situation.

Jake seemed to sense your reluctance, and he kissed you softly, putting his heart into the slide of his lips against yours. “Let me take care of you, kitten,” he murmured. 

You knew he was referring to sex, but a part of you suspected he meant more than that, too. You sucked in a soft gasp, wanting to believe he really wanted to take care of you, all of you, all of the time. But it was so difficult to believe. If you gave yourself to Jake fully, he’d have to really take care of you, forever. And you didn’t know if he was willing or capable of that. 

It wasn’t like Jake was some sort of prince charming who’d whisk you off your feet and carry you off into the sunset. This was real life, and he was a trucker. One day he’d leave, and, odds were, he wouldn’t be taking you with him. It wasn’t like he was asking you to let him take care of you for the rest of your life.

But if all he was asking for was one night, you could give him that. It was only one night, after all.

“Ok,” you murmured, kissing Jake sweetly, twining your fingers in his blond hair and rocking your body against his, fucking yourself on his cock. “I’m yours for tonight, Jakey.” 

You could feel Jake’s grin against your lips, and feel his happiness in the way he squeezed you tight. His elation was heady and you almost got lost in it, imagining yourself leaving with Jake when he went back out on the road. 

You pictured Jake rescuing you from Mr. Drysdale, fighting for you when your boss from Diesel Dolls inevitably protested you leaving. You imagined fitting perfectly into Jake’s life as a trucker, and eventually becoming his sweet little wife. You imagined being his princess while he was your prince charming.

But it was all a fantasy, and you knew that. You weren’t some princess locked in a tower by a wicked witch, and Jake wasn’t your prince charming. But for one night, you could pretend. What harm could it do.

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Chapter Six - Family Dinner

The Norris' were a notorious crime family in the UK. One of many. With Norris, the head of the family, running operations with his son, Lando, they work to keep Y/N Norris, Norris' daughter protected. Life in a crime family wasn't something they wanted for her.

But with tension with one of the Spanish crime families rise, Norris and his now deceased wife come up with only one plan, offer their daughter to the Sainz's or risk an all out war.

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After their chess game, Y/N felt more comfortable roaming the house. Of course, she limited herself to four rooms. The room that had been given to her, the bathroom, the kitchen and the library. Y/N was still too nervous to take her own food in the kitchen in the unfamiliar house.

Y/N began spending a lot of time in the library. She sat on the plush chairs, reading the few books she could find in English. But her gaze would always be pulled towards the glass doors, distracted as she watched Carlos on his morning swim.

On this afternoon, Y/N had Oscar sitting opposite her as they played chess. “This set is far nicer than the one I have at home,” Y/N said. But a pang went through her chest. This was now the set at home. She didn’t let it show on her face as she stole Oscar’s rook.

Already Oscar had lost four games before Y/N started giving him pointers. Still, she was winning. “Why can I picture you hiding out in here on your wedding day?” He asked, unable to hide that smile of his.

“Osc, don’t,” Y/N muttered as he moved his piece. But she quickly changed where he placed it, stealing one of her own pieces and placing it in front of him. “I don’t want to think about that right now.”

Oscar let out a sigh as Y/N stole his knight. “C’mon. Talk to me about it.”

Y/N’s gaze moved to the doors that led out to the patio. Carlos was out there, sat around the fire pit that wasn’t lit, with his men around him. Y/N could see the gun sticking out of the waistband of his trousers, a shudder running through her. But then his eyes met hers and Y/N quickly looked away.

“I was so scared of Sainz when I was a child. Like, I saw him in my nightmares, pointing a gun at me. And then Lando came to me saying that before my mother died, she had arranged for me to marry Carlos. I accepted it. Like, it’s for the good of the family. How could I say no? And then we had that dinner at the house. Sainz was still so scary to me, and Carlos came across as such a sweet person.”

Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat. “I thought I could do this. I was okay with marrying him. But then we got here. Carlos showed his power as soon as we got to the house and that scared me. But still, I could push through. For the good of the family. And then he attacked you.”

Oscar couldn’t stop himself from staring at her. If he could save her from this life, he would, but there was nothing he could do. He’d thought about it; ever since he first found out about the arrangement.

He looked down at the chess board. “I’m stumped here,” he said, and Y/N moved his piece for him, bringing him just a step closer to winning.

But that wasn’t enough. Y/N used her Queen to get to his king, winning the same. Again, her eyes met Carlos. He was still watching her, like he never stopped. He was leaning forward, elbows on his knees and his arms clasped together. His gaze was so intense, Y/N had to look away.

***

As  always, Oscar was the one to pull open the door, coming face to face with the person on the other side. He expected to see Carlos, he was the only one who had come to do the door so far.

But not. Instead of Carlos was an incredibly large man. He had dark there and a lot of stubble, with not quite enough facial here to be a proper beard. He was tall, Oscar craning his neck to look up at him. “Can I help you?” Asked Oscar, keeping the door partially closed.

The man grunted. “She is to come down for dinner,” the man said with a thick Spanish accent.

“No, she isn’t.”

Suddenly Y/N was on her feet. She stood beside Oscar, just out of view of the man. Her eyes were wide as she watched him, trying to tell him to stop.

“The master of the house would like her to come down for dinner,” the man tried again.

Oscar let out a huff. “Well, you can tell the master of the house that she’s staying where she is and he can f-”

“Please tell Carlos that I’ll be down in just a moment,” Y/N said quickly as she pushed Oscar out of the way. Y/N gave the man what she hoped was a polite smile and shut the door. “Oscar,” she began, her voice full of warning.

“I know,” Oscar immediately replied, throwing himself into the chair by the vanity. “I know, but I don’t want him bossing you about and controlling you. I don’t like it,” he said as he stared at her.

Y/N’s eyes softened as she walked over to him. “Oh, Osc,” she said softly and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Stay here, okay? I’ll make sure they bring you something good for dinner.”

Somewhat reluctantly, Oscar nodded his head. “If anything happens, scream and I’ll come running,” he said.

Nodding her head, Y/N made her way out of her room. She gave Oscar one last look as she shut the door, meeting the big, gruff man outside of her door.

He grunted and began walking, leading her down the hall and down the stairs. “I’m sorry about him,” she said. The man didn’t reply. He was silent as he led her down the stairs and out through the back doors.

The Sainz family, the entire Sainz family, were sat around the table on the patio. Carlos sat beside his mother, with his father at the head of the table and his sisters opposite him. There was one seat left, presumably for Y/N.

The Spanish chatter stopped as the Sainz family looked at Y/N. She swallowed the lump in her throat and walked over on shaky legs.

Before Y/N could get to the table, Carlos stood up and pulled out the chair for her. “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come down,” he said quietly and softly.

Again, Y/N saw that man from their dinner in England. The one who stuck up for her against his own father. She gave Carlos something of a smile as he sat in his own chair and offered her something to eat. Even though he was being sweet, there was still that edge to him.

“How are you enjoying our country?” Asked Sainz as he looked across the table at Y/N. When Y/N looked at him, she couldn’t help but be scared. He looked the same as he did all of those years ago, when he had a gun pointed at her.

Y/N picked up her throat. “It’s very beautiful,” she answered as she looked past him, at the golfing green. “And very warm.”

Sainz let out something of a laugh. “A stark contrast to your own country,” he said and Y/N let out a small and disingenuous laugh.

“Carlos tells me you enjoy chess,” he continued.

The women at the table hadn’t yet said anything. They looked towards the head of the table, at the imposing head of the family.

Even when Y/N answered him, their gaze stayed on Sainz. It was only Carlos who looked at her. “Yes,” she said, poking the chicken with her fork. Y/N had yet to eat anything, not when Sain was asking her so many questions. “I used to play with my mother, before we lost her.”

“Ah,” Sainz replied and nodded his head. Y/N took a moment to eat something. “Your mother and I were good friends before everything went to shit.”

Y/N’s eyes snapped towards him. she hadn’t expected that. She was too young to remember much before the feud started, but she hadn’t thought her mother was actually friends with Sainz. “We were very sorry to hear when she passed on,” Sainz finished.

“I miss her a lot,” Y/N muttered. Her eyes were watering, but she wasn’t going to cry, not in front of the Sainz family.

They noticed. They definitely did. Carlos’ sisters began muttering something Y/N couldn’t understand, something in Spanish.

Back in Y/N’s room, Oscar did exactly as he was told. He moved the chair away from the vanity and dragged it over to the window. There he sat, watching as Y/N ate dinner with the Sainz. He couldn’t see Carlos or his father, but could see his sisters as they chatted between themselves.

As Oscar watched, he lifted his phone to his ear. Y/N was hardly eating, he noted as the phone rang. When she was in her room she had no trouble eating, he thought somewhat bitterly.

The person he was calling picked up. “How is she?” Asked Lando.

He’d been home for five days, barely able to do any work with how much he was worrying about his sister. He’d wanted to call her, wanted so desperately to speak to her, but he couldn’t, not unless he wanted to upset Carlos and his father.

Oscar released a breath. “She’s… Okay,” he said, somewhat slowly. “Three days after you left Carlos took her downstairs to play chess. She’s taken me down there a few times.”

“You’ve got chess there?” Asked Lando. “She’ll be happy with that.”

Suddenly Oscar sucked in a deep breath. There were things he wanted to say, but it was going to take a lot of courage. But, if he didn’t say it, he’d never be able to forgive himself. “Lando, I want to save her from this.”

“Yeah, we all do, Oscar,” Lando replied, his voice short.

“No, I mean, I want to get her away from this. As soon as possible,” Oscar continued. “I could contact Mark and find out if he could help in any way.”

“And then what?”

Oscar hadn’t thought that far ahead. “I don’t know,” he said. “I was thinking we could get could her away from here, take her to Australia and then figure things out,” he said.

“No, Oscar. If we do that then we’re asking for all-out war,” Lando immediately said. It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it before. He had, every minute of every day since he left Spain. Lando had even been to speak to his father about it. But if he acted on it, he’d he putting so many people in danger.

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[warsofasoiaf]

A feudal contract is a method of gaining power for rulers, ensuring loyalty of the support base they need. The Targaryens didn't need the nobles as a support base before the dance, they were kept around as a convenience. The field of fire and Harrenhal prove that beyond any doubt. Even after the dance you had people like Aegon the Unworthy brutalizing people and taking noble women as he pleased (heavily implied to be without consent in some cases). There was no feudal contract, The Targaryens began as absolute monarchs with dragon power and continued to act as such until people realized that they could put a stop to it.

Westeros is it's own world with it's own politics and culture. You can't understand it perfectly by assuming it functions like medieval Europe. The fact that letting the peasants die during war is standard practice disproves the idea of a feudal structure on the lower end of society as well. The social structure is closer to ancient China.

A feudal contract is also a means to devolve power in the absence of a established central bureaucracy to administer territory. House Targaryen's use of Torrhen Stark to put down the Sunderland revolt or the various (failed) uses of viceroys and other noble appointments to administer the failed conquests of Dorne handily rebut your thesis that they kept around the nobles as a "conveinence." Aegon ruling on legal matters using maesters to advise on legal precedent and customs, and Jaehaerys I's consolidation of the legal code to ensure specific rights granted to lords, knights, and kings from everything to the right of pits and gallows to who is mandated to sit "above the salt" demonstrate that there are very clear structures in place that are very much not an "absolute monarchy." Nobles inherit their fiefs by right, a hallmark of a hereditary military caste and one of the key elements that advanced aristocratic power in regards to royal power.

Moreover, the predation of the nobility over the smallfolk, from Aegon IV's use of the Goldcloakd as his personal kidnap squad to provide women for sexual assault to the vast toll that noble warfare takes on the peasantry is very much keeping in line with history, and GRRM's writing style of "history taken up to 11." Legal protections for young peasant women who found themselves pressured to satisfy a King's lust were minimal (feudalism depended on legal inequality between the social classes). Warfare on medieval Europe often depended upon the chevauchée, a deliberate targeting of peasants to weaken an enemy's economic base and stir up unrest from the peasants who would fear the lack of protection. Medieval warfare of knights versus knights was often a chaotic affair, it was more reliable to strike at a noble's lands and villages, raiding the granaries and terrifying the populace. Taking into account GRRM's own self-described penchant for exaggeration for dramatic emphasis and his style where he often focuses on the lurid even to the detriment of the book in question (Coryanne Wilde), it's quite understandable.

I've never pretended to say that I understand Westerosi society perfectly as you assert. GRRM has been rather open about using a rough layman's grasp of English and European feudalism as a model for the political landscape of Westeros that he drew from that is relatively common to plenty of fantasy writers. He draws from plenty of sources that have shaped his own life as well - a lot of the troubles of war against the smallfolk are drawn from his experiences as a Conscientious Objector in Vietnam portrayed through medieval warfare. He's not a medievalist, but to deny that feudalism is a key component of Westerosi society is not correct, going either from GRRM's own statements or an analysis of the text as a whole; it's just flat-out wrong. You seem to have a singular fixation on the idea that because of the dragons, the Targaryens acted like absolute monarchs, but that's both not true and a remarkably limited conception of what feudalism was.

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[martialartslover7]

Headcanon time: I feel like, during the Blank Period, we should have had the Daimyos as the new major antagonists, backed by Orochimaru and Kabuto, whom they had struck a deal with, as, ever since Naruto and the Shinobi Alliance managed to put an end to Madara's ambitions, and now that Orochimaru is back, now, they fear for their position, and to keep it that way, they "have no choice anymore, but to strike a deal with the enemy". Because we all know, Naruto is no longer uninformed. Most of what happened to him, along with the likes of Sasuke, Hinata, Neji and Gaara, only happened, because these withered, old fools, enjoy playing god, whenever it suits their convenience. Pretending they are above everyone else, even the Kage, yet doing little to nothing to ensure that the villages stay safe. And the worst part, they knew, they KNEW, that what a scumbag like Danzo was doing, was endangering everyone. So even if they weren't proactively supporting him, they still didn't ask questions, meaning, deep down, they really don't care what happens to their own villages, as long as they stay in power.

Kinda reminds me of real-life politicians. They have no principles, no integrity, they just make empty promises, and never act in the name of the people that voted for them, knowing full well, options are limited. Take that piece of knowledge for what you will.

And yes, I know, by this point in time, after the war, someone like Naruto and Sasuke would be way too strong, making these old farts appear like ants going up against dinosaurs, but here is the thing: This arc is less about raw aggression and fighting, and more based on psychological warfare. Naruto wants to become Hokage, right? Like, what is the driving force behind this story arc, the overarching goal? Simple: Naruto will not accept becoming Hokage in a system, that treated people like him, and Gaara, Kakashi, Might Guy (R.I.P.), Anko (don't @ me, she is buffed to hell in my AU, and has way more screen presence, she deserves it, even now making use of the Snake Sage mode, using Wood Style jutsu, and bearing the Kusanagi sword), Tsunade or Sasuke, like dog water. And this said system, is mostly backed by the Daimyos, the same people who never once thought to stop someone like Danzo from going on his insane ego power trip.

And we also know, Naruto is not type of person to be exactly interested in handling politics in a boring and straight-forward way. He will be leading this revolution, overthrowing the feudal rule, by hosting a "tournament" of sorts, a televised event, which, in their time period, will also livestream online (you cannot tell me, they didn't have internet of some kind there, even though, limited, because of the villages being practically militarized dictatorships, because of the Daimyos), to pit specific shinobi against one another, hoping to both entertain the crowd, to get them on his side (this is also a pro-Naruto political campaign, making the acceptance for his role as Hokage way easier in the long run), and publically humiliate the Daimyos by basically showing off to them: Hey. These people. These proud shinobi. They have made it so far, despite all your restrictions and the scrutiny you put them all through. And they made it big, despite you guys laughing in their faces.

But also, this trip to the Daimyos, will be financed by all the Five Kage, meaning, they can all indulge in some luxurious hotel stays, hot springs, good food, in short, their credit cards will be on fire. And Naruto, Sasuke and Shikamaru get to spend some time alone with their ladies, to some champagne and warm bubble baths, with room service (*Ahem* insert 'Careless Whisper' by George Michael *Ahem*).

C'mon. After all the crap they went through, they deserve some peace and quiet, and if they were going to change the system, they might as well make the most of it, if it's all financed by the village leaders.

And note, the following people will be following Naruto on this journey:

Kakashi

Anko (by this point in time, she and Kakashi are married, and she plays the role of Kakashi's advisor, too)

Sakura

Sasuke (he will be joining up with them in the city)

Rock Lee

Tenten (in my AU, remember, like I have shown in my "Tenten's Untold Backstory" one shot, she is a techwiz in that version of the story, meaning, having a technician with you, and a weapon master, all at the same time, invalueable, and well, I love the idea of Naruto and Tenten being the braindead besties, don't @ me)

Hinata

Shikamaru

Gaara

Temari

Kankuro

Ai

Killer Bee

Kurotsuchi (she came by herself, because she is growing a little exhausted with her grandpa, sorry XD)

Mei

Chojuro

Karin (Naruto and Karin will FINALLY meet and get the chance in learning more about one another, two Uzumaki foxes, flocking their tail as one, yay)

Suigetsu

Jugo

And the battles that Naruto has organized for the PPV, are the following:

- Naruto VS Ai (The Orange Flash VS The Raikage)

- Hinata VS Sasuke (Bankakyo VS Mangekyo)

- Rock Lee VS Gaara (Rematch)

- Tenten VS Killer Bee (Weapon Master Duel)

- Temari VS Chojuro (Fan VS Sword)

- Shikamaru VS Kankuro (Protective Brother VS Sister's BF)

- Sakura VS Kurotsuchi (The ladies, whose punches feel like dynamite)

As you can see, as Movie Shadow would say:

But well, again, because of the Daimyos striking a deal with Orochimaru, things will not go as planned, and pure chaos will break out. Essentially, that snake man will suggest to them, a machine, built from the stolen blue prints that Tenten created (yup, she will be that vital in the story, she is the only one who can stop this machine), that shall spread madness all across the globe, until the entire planet is enveloped in a mist, so deep, humanity will be wiped out completely, succumbing to the madness from within. Following up on the trauma and scars that Madara and Obito have left behind. It's not exactly clear, that part, I still need to flesh out in my mind, but the fact remains, it's meant to be this one final hurdle of a story, until Naruto returns home, and can finally start applying for the ranks of Chunin, Jonin, and at last, the Hokage position, in peace. Giving Anko and Ibiki full clearance to do whatever they want with the arrested Daimyos, for having struck a deal with an S-rank criminal.

And just this once...

...Naruto will be landing in a very miserable situation, where this madness machine affects him the most, out of everyone, even worse than Sasuke, as Kabuto will be pulling a very nasty trick on him. Yup, Naruto is definitely colder in this story, rightfully so, for many reasons. Usually, that's Sasuke's job, but they switch places here, as soon as Orochimaru starts causing trouble.

Peace.

P.S.: Also, for the shipping freaks among all of you, during this entire trip, Mei is flirting with Shino through her phone. Yup. Shino X Mei. Thank the YouTuber @NCHammer23 for giving me this downright MENTAL, but ingenious idea. Shino is a "granny chaser" in my AU. Don't @ me. For context, here is the video, where he explains it all, and trust me, very rarely, do YouTubers win me over, but this one, made me both laugh, but also smile at the end. Shino also deserves some love.

And again, Neji is alive in my AU, so Tenten will be very lovestruck and make a lot of phone calls with him, who decided to stay back at the village, along with the others from the Konoha 12, just in case the Daimyos decide to stab them in the back and attack the villages, while the leaders are out of town.

Note: The part between Shino and Mei starts at about 17:39.

[miraluscinia]

yikes, how is it near the end of november already? i still havent made much progress with the next LIFE Team introduction since i've been busy and mostly distracted. I'm totally also NOT procrastinating NOPE! anyways...since i dont see me posting anything for the foreseeable future, have some notes i have for each of the LIFE Team before i get sucked in the pit called school again :) buckle up it's a long one...

Grian

Mind over matter, wings of steel,

The heart of a leader, the truth concealed.

Alias: The Architect

Power: Mind's Eye (Psychokinesis & Telepathy)

Status: Hero

Weapon/s: throwing daggers

Info:

leader of the L.I.F.E. Team

can shield allies' minds from mental attacks

the first official superhero to be known

was once part of the [REDACTED] but escaped

has wings but [REDACTED]

requires intense concentration to use telepathy for long periods

telepathy is difficult to use or is near ineffective against someone with strong mental defenses

the public doesn't know about his telepathy, and just think that his powers are his wings and psychokinesis

only the LIFE Team knows about his telepathy

Scar

A silver tongue, a voice that sways,

Peace before battle, in words he plays.

Alias: Vex

Power: Silver Tongue (ability to persuade/manipulate others' minds through voice)

Status: Vigilante

Weapon/s: sword disguised as a cane

Info:

powers are less effective against people who are aware of his abilities or can’t hear his voice

prefers to talk things out than fight

civilian name is Oscar “Scar” Goodwin

owner of the “Good Times Cafe”

Mumbo

Technology obeys, his will commands,

Where machines are present, his genius stands.

Alias: The Mechanic

Power: Technomancy (control, create & enhance machines/technology)

Status: Hero

Weapon/s: multi-function gauntlets

Info:

powers are useless with anything organic

can sense existing technology/machinery around him

the second official hero to be known, & Grian’s first partner

mostly stays in headquarters during missions to monitor things

can control multiple technology/machines at once, but requires intense concentration

Impulse

A snare unseen, a trap well laid,

Silent but deadly, in shadows he’s made.

Alias: Trapline

Power: Snare (create traps, either mechanical or energy-based, in immediate area)

Status: Vigilante

Weapon/s: batons & bo staff

Info:

more complex traps require more concentration to make

his bō staff and batons are made of metal that he can also trap, and are equipped with tasers

civilian name is Scott Maine

works as an automotive mechanic during the day

Pearl

Gravity bows to her lunar might,

A crescent blade, in scarlet night.

Alias: Scarlet Moon

Power: Lunar Pull (manipulate gravity of target person/object)

Status: Vigilante

Weapon/s: crescent-shaped sickles

Info:

she can use the moon's gravity to strengthen her powers at night

heavier objects are harder to lift with gravity

can use her powers to help her glide down, jump higher, or land heavier attacks

civilian name is Pearl Rivers

owns a small bookstore

Bdubs

Time bends where flowers bloom,

The clock ticks down to nature’s doom.

Alias: Timekeeper

Power: Chronoflora (manipulate time and plants in a localized area)

Status: Hero

Weapon/s: butterfly swords

Info:

he's not sure how exactly his powers work, just that it works more effectively as long as there is any kind of plant around

wears a poncho with sewn-in moss to allow his powers to work effectively

time powers is limited to small areas, and excessive use can drain him

the public only know that his powers is controlling time, but not that its effectivity is related to the amount of plants present around him

he can't really control plants, he can just speed up or slow down its decay/growth

Tango

Fire that burns, a heart ablaze,

Heat and flame, in fury’s daze.

Alias: Blaze

Power: Pyrokinesis (generate, manipulate & absorb fire and heat)

Status: Hero

Weapon/s: kusari-fundo

Info:

he is immune to fire and heat

powers are ineffective in wet or cold environments

overusing his powers can burn him out

can use his powers in bursts to fly temporarily

he can set his weapon on fire to deal more damage

Etho

Invisible steps, shadows in tow,

A silent strike, from darkness flow.

Alias: Phantom

Power: Spectre (turn invisible and create shadow clones)

Status: Vigilante

Weapon/s: kunai knives and shurikens

Info:

his shadow clones have limited movements and will disappear when touched

can make other people he touches directly, invisible

can only create around 5 clones, any more is harder

civilian name is Ethan Lowell

works as an IT Technician

Ren

Illusions dance, a show so grand,

Master of disguise, transform the land.

Alias: Maestro

Power: Theatrical Illusions (create illusions, change a person's appearance, & amplify voice)

Status: Hero

Weapon/s: rapier

Info:

making too much illusions or amplifying his voice for a long period of time can drain him

more complex illusions require more concentration

was formerly [REDACTED]

acts more of distraction/scout than actually fighting

his illusions are less effective if his target knows what to look for

he can change his voice to sound like someone else

Cleo

Strong as stone, yet swift to mend,

The walls stand firm, never to bend.

Alias: Fortress

Power: Survivalist (enhanced durability and self-regeneration)

Status: Hero

Weapon/s: battle axe

Info:

she can endure heavy damage, heal herself rapidly, and survive in hostile environments

her self-healing isn't effective on certain toxins or magic

she can't heal others

Martyn

Illusions twist, reality bends,

Truth and lies, in havoc descends.

Alias: Mirage

Power: Havoc (create realistic illusions & disrupt others' powers by confusing their minds)

Status: Vigilante

Weapon/s: bolas & twin daggers

Info:

is actually [REDACTED]

keeps his ability to disrupt powers a secret

used to be partners with Jimmy

his illusions focuses more on altering his target’s perception, making them either believe his illusions or be confused by what is real

his illusions work better on a small number of opponents (depending on the size of the illusion), any more would require intense concentration

he disrupts powers by confusing his target’s mind into losing control (he can either make the target lose control of specific aspects of the power, or the whole power in general)

civilian name is Martyn Littlewood

works as a radio host

Skizz

Blood and battle, strength reborn,

A healer’s hand, a warrior’s scorn.

Alias: Sanguine

Power: Dual Nature (heal others or gain enhanced strength and speed through bloodlust or battle intensity)

Status: Vigilante

Weapon/s: hand maces

Info:

can only do one part of his powers one at a time (can’t heal while going berserk, and vice versa)

healing ability still needs the wound/injury to be disinfected or set properly (broken bones still needs to be set before being healed, wounds needs to be disinfected before healing closes and mends it)

healing ability can only heal physical wounds and injuries, but can't heal or deal with pain, headaches, effects of blood loss, etc.

civilian name is Alex Skizzle

works as a store manager

Joel

Wolves that hunt, a leader’s call,

Strength in the pack, yet prone to fall.

Alias: Fenrir

Power: Pack Leader (create spectral wolves & gain enhanced speed and strength the more wolves are present)

Status: Vigilante

Weapon/s: pair of katars

Info:

was formerly a hero but left due to feeling constricted in what he can do

prefers to work alone

the more wolves are present, the more fragile and transparent they are (numerous wolves are only used for distraction or scouting, while fewer more solid looking wolves are used for attacks)

is married to Lizzie

civilian name is Joel Bran

works as an exterior designer

Scott

Stars align, energy pure,

A shield, a blade, a step so sure.

Alias: Starstrike

Power: Astral Wave (create energy blasts, shields, or constructs)

Status: Hero

Weapon/s: pair of chakrams

Info:

mostly acts as support, but can hold his own in a fight

has a habit of flirting with Martyn as their own way of banter (but they don't mean anything from it)

mostly sticks with Jimmy when the latter is out in the field with him

Jimmy

Songs of warning, visions unclear,

The first to fall when danger is near.

Alias: The Canary

Power: Premonition (see visions of danger ahead of time, & telepathic communication)

Status: Hero

Weapon/s: sword & collapsible shield

Info:

visions are not always clear, and can sometimes distract him if focused on too much

was formerly a vigilante but became a hero to help out more

BigB

A rumble deep, the ground obeys,

The earth itself moves to his ways.

Alias: Quake

Power: Terrashifter (manipulate & travel through earth and stone)

Status: Hero

Weapon/s: warhammer

Info:

powers are useless in areas with no earth or stone

can sense movement through vibrations when concentrated on

Gem

In roots and leaves, life she finds,

Nature’s strength in her entwines.

Alias: Flora

Power: Nature's Gift (connect with, and control over plants)

Status: Hero

Weapon/s: flail

Info:

powers are weak in barren environments and against fire

she can connect with plants to enhance her senses

she can’t heal herself nor others

powers are useless when there are no plants around

Lizzie

In darkness she dwells with deadly grace,

A hidden blade in shadow’s embrace.

Alias: Nightshade

Power: Shadowborn (manipulate, control & travel through shadows)

Status: Hero

Weapon/s: pair of kusarigamas

Info:

powers are useless in areas with no shadows

she can use her powers to melt into shadows and reappear in another shadow (the shadow size will have to fit her for this to be accomplished)

she can't turn invisible, she just covers herself with shadows

is married to Joel

Additional notes:

only the vigilantes have civilian names for now... idk yet if I'll give the heroes one or not since I don't think it's gonna be important to the actual story

the redacted parts are actual info I plan to reveal in the story, but I think you can guess some of it already

also, i haven't fleshed out most of the characters yet, that's why most have fewer information

I tried to balance out each power so no one is too overpowered

I had a hard time differentiating and explaining Ren and Martyn's powers, so if you're still confused, feel free to ask

I might come back and add onto this if I think of more

[its-avalon-08]

lando norris x reader part8

part 7 guys <3 themes enemies to lovers flirty interactions female Formula1 driver (warnings - slight smut towards the end)

Red Lights, Racing Hearts: Chapter 8 - The End or The start?

On yet another race day the roar of the crowd reached a fever pitch as Y/N and Lando pushed their cars to the absolute limit. They were neck-and-neck, a blur of red and blue streaking across the finish line. But in the end, it was Lando who crossed first by a razor-thin margin of a quarter of a second.

Y/N crossed the line in second, breathing heavily, both elation and disappointment mixing in her chest. She congratulated Lando with a curt nod, the joy of the podium celebration muted by the sting of defeat.

As they returned to the pit lane, Y/N noticed a tall, imposing figure storming towards her. He had the same fiery hair and fiery temper as Y/N, but his eyes held a cold contempt that sent shivers down her spine. It was her father.

"You absolute failure!" he roared, his voice thick with disgust. "You disgrace me and lower our family name with every mediocre performance!"

Before Y/N could even react, a stinging slap echoed through the pit lane. Tears welled up in her eyes, not from the pain, but from the years of pent-up hurt and disappointment that his words unleashed.

Lando watched the scene unfold, his blood running cold. The man's words were like a punch to the gut, his arrogant demeanor a stark contrast to Y/N's usual unwavering confidence. He saw Max step in, pulling Y/N away from her father, her face pale and expression unreadable.

Concern gnawed at Lando. He saw the way Y/N's shoulders slumped, the way her usually vibrant eyes were devoid of their usual fire. He had never seen her like this, so broken and vulnerable.

Max, usually jovial and carefree, wore a grim expression as he escorted Y/N away from the crowd. Lando felt a strange urge to follow, to offer some form of comfort, but hesitated. It wasn't his place, he told himself. They were rivals, not friends.

Yet, the image of Y/N's tear-streaked face lingered in his mind, a silent plea for help he couldn't ignore. The victory on the track suddenly felt hollow, tainted by the pain he had witnessed.

Taking a deep breath, Lando pushed through the throng of people, ignoring the cheers and congratulations echoing around him. He had to know if she was okay, even if it meant breaking the unspoken wall between them. He needed to see for himself, just this once, that the girl he saw under the moonlight – the vulnerable, real Y/N – wasn't just a figment of his imagination.

The words hung heavy in the air, Dutch syllables laced with concern and anger. Max's voice, usually gruff, softened as he spoke to Y/N, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. She responded in fast-paced Dutch, tears glistening in her eyes, but the language barrier couldn't mask the raw pain in her voice.

Suddenly, Carlos materialized, concern etched on his face. He held out an ice pack, his warm brown eyes meeting Y/N's. "Here, for the cheek," he said softly, his Spanish accent a soothing balm amidst the whirlwind of emotions.

Y/N accepted the ice pack, pressing it against the throbbing bruise. "He's not wrong, Carlos," she mumbled, her voice barely a whisper. "I am stupid. I am a fucking disappointment."

The silence that followed was deafening. Just then, a shadow emerged from the corner, a figure who had been observing the whole scene. It was Lando.

He stepped into the light, his eyes blazing with defiance. "Shut the fuck up, Y/N," he snapped, his voice low but firm. "No, you're not. You may be frustrating and annoying and irritating," he paused, a smirk playing on his lips, "but you drive like a goddamn god. You beat Lewis Hamilton. So shut the actual fuck up. You. Are. Not. A. disappointment."

His words, unexpectedly powerful and laced with genuine concern, cut through the fog of self-doubt that had enveloped Y/N. Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she simply stared at him, speechless.

Max and Carlos exchanged surprised glances. This was Lando? The cocky, arrogant rival was speaking with a sincerity they hadn't witnessed before.

Y/N finally found her voice, her tone laced with disbelief. "But… my dad-"

Lando held up a hand, silencing her. "Your dad is an idiot," he said bluntly. "His opinion shouldn't matter. You know what matters? Your talent, your passion, your goddamn fire. Don't let anyone, not even your own blood, dim that light."

His words resonated within Y/N, striking a chord deep within her soul. The fire he saw in her, the fire she sometimes doubted, he saw it burning bright, and his unwavering belief reignited its embers.

A spark of hope flickered in her eyes. She met his gaze, a single tear rolling down her cheek, but this time, it wasn't a tear of despair, but of gratitude.

In that moment, amidst the chaos of the paddock, with Max and Carlos as silent witnesses, a fragile connection was forged between Y/N and Lando. It was a connection born out of unexpected concern, shared vulnerability, and a newfound understanding. The rivalry might still simmer beneath the surface, but something had shifted, something deeper, something that promised a journey far beyond the checkered flag.

-------- time skip, a few hours later -----------------------------------

Y/N stood before Lando's hotel room door, her hand hovering over the knock button. Uncertainty gnawed at her, but the echo of his words, "Don't let anyone dim that light," propelled her forward. With a shaky breath, she pressed the button.

Moments later, the door creaked open, revealing Lando in all his casual glory: messy hair, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, a playful smirk plastered on his face. "Lost, L/N?" he teased, leaning against the doorframe.

Y/N ignored his usual banter, her eyes locking onto his. "Thank you," she blurted out, surprising even herself.

Lando's smirk faltered, replaced by genuine curiosity. "For what?"

"For… everything," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "For shutting me up, for seeing me, for making me believe."

Silence fell between them, thick with unspoken emotions. Lando studied her, his gaze tracing the vulnerability in her eyes, the faint bruise on her cheek a stark reminder of her ordeal. He saw a strength too, a resilience that had been momentarily shaken but not broken.

He stepped aside, a silent invitation. "Come in," he said, his voice softer than usual.

Y/N entered, her heart pounding against her ribs. They sat on the edge of his bed, facing each other, their knees almost touching. They talked, or rather, Y/N talked, pouring out her feelings about her father, her doubts, her struggles. Lando listened intently, his full attention on her, occasionally throwing in a comforting word or a knowing smile.

"Yeah so that's why we broke up, he was a proper dick. he cheated and then got mad at me when I wouldn't take him back" Y/N finished. Lando laughed out loud and said, "What actual moron would cheat on you? The fucker was lucky you ever let him near you in the first place."

Their eyes met, and the world seemed to fade away. Time stood still as they held each other's gaze, an unspoken question hanging in the air. The intensity of it almost hurt, like a current running between them, electrifying and exhilarating.

Five seconds. Five seconds of their eyes locked, a silent conversation unfolding behind them. Five seconds that felt like an eternity, a slow descent into a whirlpool of unspoken desires.

Lando's eyes flickered down to her lips, their fullness inviting, their curve tempting. An unbidden warmth spread through his chest, a fire fueled by the vulnerability he had witnessed, the strength he had admired, the woman he was starting to see beneath the fiery racer.

"Y/N," he rasped, his voice thick with a mix of nervousness and desire.

She leaned in, her heart mirroring the frantic rhythm of his. Before he could form another word, her voice, barely a whisper, cut through the tension.

"Norris," she breathed, her eyes sparkling with mischief and something more, something raw and primal. "Kiss me right now."

And with that, the dam broke. Lando surged forward, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. It was a kiss born of unexpected connection, of shared vulnerability, of a rivalry simmering into something more. It was a kiss that promised the thrill of the chase, the comfort of shared understanding, the uncharted territory of their blossoming feelings.

A low moan erupted from Y/N's mouth as Lando pulled her such that she was straddling him. She grinded against him gently causing his cock to harden instantly. He let out a soft groan as he pulled her hair to adjust her face placement. His hands wandered down, but before reaching her ass, he pulled away and asked "Can I?". (CONSENT IN COOL). Y/N nodded breathlessly, while Lando's hand wandered over her ass, pulling her even closer.

Lando moved to Y/N's neck and searched for her sweet spot. She mewled the most delicious sound when he found it and Lando smirked. "Fuck darling, you're going to be the end of me" he whispered. Just as they were about to go any further, Y/N's phone started buzzing. It was Max. She scrambled off Lando as she answered the phone is dutch. Max was asking her to come down for a quick meeting. With swollen lips and a fresh hickey on her neck, Y/N and Lando exchanged glances. Giving a quick wave, Y/N sprinted out. Lando muttered, "What the actual fuck did I do?"

What had they just done? Would this be the end of everything they built or the start of something unlikely?

[howlingday]

So, I just read two manga that I'd like to share with y'all.

The first is GACHIAKUTA, which follows a pretty standard shounen plot with a hero who's ostracized by society. See, in this world, trash is thrown away and disposed of in a giant pit. However, there are two classes of people; those of the clean aristocratic, and the filthy slum. However, there's a third that's made up of those sentenced to "death by drop," in which people who commit crimes are treated as trash and thrown into the pit, like our protagonist, Rudo. However, once down there, he learns to us powers as a "Giver" as in he "gives" life to whatever he touches. He's asked to join the Cleaners, whose job is to destroy trash monsters.

Overall, I had a fun time. This has a solid start, even with all the information thrown at once.

This next one may be disturbing to read, so reader discretion is advised.

The other is FIRE PUNCH, which is all kinds of weird. See, the story follows Agni, who is a "Blessed" who has powers blessed by God after the Ice Witch sent the world into a polar apocalypse. His power is regeneration, but his life of survival (with his incestuous sister) comes to an end when his entire village is destroyed by Doma, a Blessed with fire powers. Doma is a member of the King's army for Behembourg, which is filled with pedophilic perverts who keep slaves and force them to fulfill their sickest desires, including but not limited to: forcing people to drink pee, forcing people to have sex with animals, rape, and God only knows what other horrible acts.

Honestly, haven't felt this sick to my stomach since reading the Night Angel trilogy. Would not recommend this to the faint of heart.

[podiumprincess]

Driven By Love 🏎️ ❤️‍🔥

TW: Mentions of a crash

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Side note; this is my first time writing an imagine!!! If you have any requests please send them my way <3 

Once upon a time in the glamorous world of Formula One, where speed and adrenaline ruled, there lived a talented and passionate young driver named Charles Leclerc. He possessed an unwavering determination to conquer the race tracks, but there was something else that fueled his fire—a love story that captured the hearts of many.

Charles was deeply in love with a remarkable woman named Y/N. She was his rock, his guiding light amidst the chaos of the racing world. Y/N understood the risks involved in Charles' profession, but she never let fear overshadow their love.

The scene was set in Monaco, a race that held a special place in Charles' heart. It was his home race, and the grandstands were filled with his loyal supporters. The weather gods, however, had a different plan in store. Dark clouds loomed overhead, and raindrops began to fall, transforming the picturesque streets into a treacherous battleground.

As the race commenced, Charles, focused and determined, weaved his way through the challenging circuit. The rain intensified, adding an extra layer of danger. The slick track surface tested the limits of even the most skilled drivers. In a heart-stopping moment, Charles lost control of his car, spinning wildly before crashing into the barriers.

Y/N, watching from the pit lane, gasped in horror as the crash unfolded before her eyes. Panic gripped her heart, and her hands trembled as she reached for the team radio.

Y/N (anxiously): "Charles, are you okay? Please, say something!"

Amidst the chaos and concern, a familiar voice broke through the static.

Charles (whispering): "Y/N... Y/N, are you there? I need to hear your voice."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she choked back sobs.

Y/N (tearfully): "Charles! Oh, thank goodness you're alive. I was so scared. Are you hurt?"

Charles (determined): "I'm shaken, but I'm okay, my love. Just hearing your voice gives me strength. Please, stay with me. I need you now more than ever."

The team radio crackled once more, but this time it was Charles' team manager.

Team Manager: "Charles, we're sending help. Stay calm and wait for the medical team."

Charles, though battered and bruised, clung to the sound of Y/N's voice. Her unwavering support and love propelled him forward, even in the darkest of moments.

Y/N (reassuringly): "Charles, remember who you are. You're a fighter, a champion. You'll get through this. I believe in you."

As Charles awaited medical assistance, the rain continued to pour, but his heart was filled with warmth. Y/N's words, a symphony of love and encouragement, resonated within him, giving him the strength to keep pushing forward.

The medical team arrived swiftly, attending to Charles' injuries and preparing him for transport. Y/N watched with bated breath, her heart aching to hold him close once more.

Days later, after a successful recovery, Charles stood atop the podium, holding the winner's trophy. The crowd erupted in cheers, but his gaze was fixated on one person—the love of his life, Y/N. With tears of joy streaming down their faces, they embraced, celebrating not only the victory on the track but also the enduring power of their love.

In the world of Formula One, where speed and danger intertwined, Charles and Y/N's love story became a testament to the strength found within the human heart. They showed that love, in its purest form, could inspire greatness, overcome adversity, and drive us to reach unimaginable heights. And so, their story became etched in the annals of racing history, forever known as the love story that drove Charles Leclerc to victory.

[justaninchident-f1xreader]

max verstappen x reader part3

(incase you missed part2 - https://www.tumblr.com/justaninchident-f1xreader/740209865436364800/max-verstappen-x-reader-part2?source=share)

themes-

ferrari female driver jealousy enemies to lovers possible spice (i will put the warning accordingly)

warnings- none in this chapter, so don't worry lovelies

chapter 3: dance of fire and ice

The Monaco qualifiers crackled with the electric anticipation of a thousand thunderstorms. Y/N and Max, two forces of nature, wrestled for pole position, their Ferraris scarlet and orange blurs against the azure backdrop. Lap after lap, they dueled, pushing the limits of speed and sanity. Y/N, fueled by the roar of the crowd, snatched pole by a hair's breadth, leaving Max fuming but strangely, not entirely dissatisfied.

As the champagne sprayed, Y/N whooped with glee, high-fiving Charles and Carlos, their triumphant laughter echoing through the pit lane. Max, mask firmly in place, passed by, casting her a sharp nod, a flicker of grudging respect hidden in the depths of his steely stare. But their unspoken rivalry still hummed in the air, a low-frequency current waiting to spark.

Later, after the celebratory cheers had faded and the garages emptied, Y/N found herself alone. The silence echoed around her, punctuated only by the whirring of a projector and the soft scratch of her pen on paper. On the screen, replays of her qualifying lap danced like ghosts, her own movements dissected, analyzed.

Lost in calculations and strategy notes, she barely registered the soft thud of a pizza box next to her. A can of energy drink followed, placed with a quiet clink. Startled, she looked up to meet Max's stormy gaze.

"Figured you might need the fuel," he mumbled, avoiding her eyes.

Surprise, then amusement, softened Y/N's features. "You think I run on pizza and Red Bull?" she teased, taking a playful jab at his sponsor.

Max cracked a faint smile, a rare sight that sent a jolt through her. "Don't underestimate the power of junk food," he quipped, taking a seat across from her, his movements stiff but his eyes softening.

The silence settled again, comfortable this time. Y/N, emboldened by his unexpected gesture, gestured to the screen. "Want to dissect my mistakes with me?" she challenged, a mischievous glint in her hazel eyes.

Max snorted, a genuine laugh escaping him. "I wouldn't dare miss the masterclass," he retorted, leaning in to study thereplay with her.

And so, their rivalry took an unexpected turn. Over greasy pizza and fizzy drinks, they dissected corners, debated tire strategies, and shared racing anecdotes. Y/N discovered a sardonic wit beneath Max's gruff exterior, a deep well of passion for the sport that mirrored her own. Max, in turn, found himself grudgingly impressed by her meticulous planning and ruthless instinct on track.

Hours melted away, measured only in the changing light filtering through the garage windows. They argued, they joked, they pushed each other to be better, forging a connection forged in the crucible of competition. Finally, as exhaustion started to set in, Y/N stretched, her joints popping protestingly.

"Think I'll call it a night," she yawned. "Tomorrow's the real battle."

Max nodded, a flicker of something akin to warmth in his eyes. "See you on the track, rookie."

"Don't get cocky, champ," she retorted with a wink, grabbing her helmet and heading out.

As she walked away, Y/N couldn't help but smile. The rivalry was still there, the fire still burned, but beneath the ashes, a grudging respect, a flicker of friendship had taken root. And perhaps, just perhaps, in the heart of the Monaco night, the dance of fire and ice had taken an unexpected turn, a waltz towards something… more.

The sun would rise on race day, casting long shadows across the track. But in the quiet stillness of the garage, a different kind of light had flickered, a fragile ember of understanding between two souls as different as fire and ice, yet bound by the same burning passion for the dance of the racetrack. The real battle was coming, but tonight, under the watchful gaze of the Mediterranean stars, a different kind of victory had been won.

-------------------------the next day---------------------------------------

(COMMENTATORS)

Croft: Welcome back to the Formula One Heineken Silver Las Vegas Grand Prix! The air is thick with anticipation, the neon lights pulsating like nervous energy. This one's all to play for, folks!

Brundle: Absolutely! Max Verstappen on pole, the Ferrari duo of Leclerc and Sainz breathing down his neck, and the surprise package, Y/N L/N in P4, hungry for her first win! And there they go! The lights are out, and away we go!

Croft: A clean start! Verstappen leads, Leclerc takes second, Sainz P3, and Y/N L/N makes a stunning move on the outside, passing Hamilton for P4! The crowd roars, the Ferrari faithful delirious!

Brundle: Oh, but Hamilton isn't giving up! He's right on Y/N's tail, these two are wheel-to-wheel through Turn 1! Sparks fly, this is pure magic!

Croft: They're pushing each other to the limit, Hamilton diving inside, Y/N holds the line! Incredible defensive driving from the rookie! Hamilton backs off, regrouping for another attack.

Brundle: Meanwhile, Max Verstappen has built a small lead, but Leclerc and Sainz are working together, trying to undercut him in the pit lane. This is a tactical chess game as much as a physical one!

Croft: Hamilton goes for it again! This corner could be the turning point! They touch! Y/N loses a bit of ground, but she holds onto P4! Wow, this race is a heart-stopper!

Brundle: Verstappen pits! Leclerc goes in too, Sainz stays out, a gamble from Ferrari! Can it pay off?

Croft: Y/N pits, quick turnaround! She rejoins in P5 behind Hamilton, but they're both miles behind Verstappen, who's flying on fresh tires!

Brundle: Wait, what's this? Sainz pits late, rejoining just ahead of Verstappen! The undercut gamble works! Max is furious, he's on the radio, questioning the strategy!

Croft: The order shakes out: Sainz leads, Verstappen P2, Leclerc P3, Y/N L/N P4, and Hamilton closing in like a predator! The final 10 laps, folks, this is pure Vegas-style drama!

Brundle: Y/N makes a move on Leclerc! They battle through the neon canyons, sparks flying once again! Leclerc holds him off, but she's right there, waiting for her chance!

Croft: Hamilton dives past Y/N for P4! The Brit smells blood, can he catch Sainz for the podium? The crowd is on its feet, the noise deafening!

Brundle: Verstappen is on fire! He's eating into Sainz's lead, lap after lap! This is unbelievable! He catches him with two laps to go! They're going wheel-to-wheel towards Turn 1!

Croft: Contact! Sainz spins out! Verstappen takes the lead! Hamilton takes P2 from the chaos! Y/N crosses the finish line in P3, her first podium in Vegas!

Brundle: What a race! Max Verstappen, the ultimate storm, snatches victory from the jaws of defeat! Hamilton recovers for P2, and Y/N L/N, the Vegas firecracker, secures her first podium finish! What a spectacle, folks!

Croft: As the champagne showers and congratulations flow, it's clear one thing: this season of Formula One is gonna be a wild ride! Buckle up, folks, because the best is yet to come!

The Las Vegas Grand Prix had lived up to its electrifying reputation. The neon lights had witnessed a dance of daring overtakes, strategic gambles, and sheer grit. Max Verstappen, the reigning champion, had emerged victorious, proving his mastery of the unpredictable. Lewis Hamilton, ever the opportunist, had salvaged a podium after a heart-stopping battle with Y/N L/N, the Ferrari firecracker who had announced her arrival on the world stage with a fearless performance.

[cozzzynook]

Hi cozy I'm back

What would happen if Blitzwing of bee got sick? (If that's within hc bounds for blitzbee) I can't find much on this topic also love your writing it literally makes my day <3333

Thank you so much blitzedwing3576!

So I like including disability in my stories so to me when you say sick i can either go the route where they get sick from a virus or they have a disability and it’s a bad pain day. Also anything can be a headcanon, no need for limits 🥰.

If they get sick with a virus Blitzwing tries to walk it off and be tough because Decepticons are used to harsh treatment on their frames and many really can just go about there day with a virus thats weakening them. They weren’t given breaks before the war so they aren’t used to them now. Bee has to force Blitzwing to rest and he makes him energon soup to help speed up his recovery. Blitzwing is secretly grateful and doesn’t know how to handle such affections but a frame denting hug is more than enough for Bee.

If Bee gets sick its apparent while it sets in. He’s a mini bot with a viral protectant that isn’t very strong so Bee is used to having to go to the medbay at the first signs of a virus. He’s hooked up to a drip with a scanner telling him which virus it is and getting a shot for it. Bee is Ratchets favorite patient when it comes to sickness but his worst when it comes to frame maintenance. Blitzwing stays by his side the entire time ( this is after the ear ) only getting up to flush his tanks or bring Bee energon. Bee doesn’t take long to work through the virus since he goes immediately to get help.

Now for the disability aspect, they have a bad pain day.

Blitzwing would be head aches and frame pain from the surgery to become a triple changer. When he has bad pain days Bee makes an old home made remedy of oil ointment that helps soothe the pain in Blitzwings joints and wings and struts. He puts noise canceling headphones on Blitzwings audials and a heavy blindfold over his optics to help soothe his head ache. Bee also gives the ointment to Ratchet for his joint pain. Bee loves taking care of others so he has no problem servo feeding Blitzwing energon.

Bee has frame pain when its cold. He’s not built to take anything cold and he’s often in the base during winter. He only goes out with Prowl, Ratchet or Blitzwing. He refuses to go out with Optimus ever again because unlike Prowl and Ratchet who make sure he’s heavily padded with clothes to keep warm, he holds Bee like a sparkling and revs his powerful engine to generate more than enough frame heat for the both of them. Its embarrassing. Bee only likes to be held by Blitzwing and Bulkhead. He does not sneak into Optimus’s office and curl up to fall asleep in his lap when its cold and he wants his sire friend.

The first time Blitzwing experiences Bees frame pain he panics a little but then pulls his mini bot close and gets angry to make the space incredibly hot. Bee explains his dysfunction ( disability ) and Blitzwinf nods. The very next day Bee wakes up to their home and room back at the plant filled with beautiful, servo crafted fire pits just for him. He stays in one room to keep from using them all at the same time and so Blitz doesn’t over heat. He’s extremely grateful and doesn’t know how he can show Blitzwing his appreciation. He hopes new sculpting and art supplies are enough.

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Aaravos’s Endless Cold

because of @sthormiiii’s headcanon— I was thinking about how Aaravos has to wear a cloak because he’s cold and. this spawned. Oops

Despite his mastery of both sun and sky, while the powerful archmage could do anything within reason, heating or cool the temperature of the room without a thought, he could not help finding himself freezing regardless. it was the sort of inner chill that soaked you to your bones. that left him shivering and hands trembling with no reason at all, despite the way the fire blazed right in front of him, dancing across his hands, within him. 

he found his body’s involuntary reactions to his solitary confinement an inelegant limitation of his form so he took to wearing a cloak so that as he checked his reflection in the ceaselessly watching mirror, he might not have to look upon the stars that glistened faintly on his skin like the sweat that coated it regardless of his ever constant slight adjustment to temperature. The stars that once shone brightly and winked at him warmly from his skin whispering sweetly of wonders now angrily hummed minor chords and squinted in disdain. It ached in a way more tangible somehow than the constant ache of the inky black tear in the fabric of his ethereal being. He had grown so very, very tired of the pain, and had more important things to attend to. He vaguely wondered what it was like to know temperature, to know love, but with no real commitment to the concept any further. Every time he stretched his mind out to touch the constellations and divine their alignment he was slapped back, his black heartache ate at him and took his stars.

Tears rolled down his face, of no real consequence. He gently touched the black mark making him a mocking example of monstrousness, which he grown used to nonetheless. The days still passed, regardless of the impossibility of knowing. Once, he would have let them take all of him in the darkness, given into the icy cold, the shivering and tears. But withering numb and purposeless into dry tinder,  it was fire he must utilize, dancing across the table, the pit, his hands, burning inside him, and after each bout of those desolate days of darkness—the sun must always rise, mustn’t it—he had grown used to setting fires and burning candles and wearing cloaks to mark his time and burn away his aches. It was enough to believe almost- almost—that the shivers had gone away. So be it, it made no difference if his stars sweat in cold fury or his core shivered in the terrifying icy hunger of a vacuum from the ever open wound. As much as possible, he would cover and neglect them just as the stars taught him—

excommunicated.

[angelof-thevoid]

The Crucible / Undefeated

“Is it… True? what Lord Shaxx said?” asks one of a fire team of guardians who approach Ikora as she reads. She smiles and lets out a short chuckle before looking up at them. “Depends on what he said. In most cases he enjoys flourishing a story, but there’s always some amount of truth to them.” The guardians nod and shuffle a little nervously before her.

Another speaks up, “So… Do you really hold the crucible record for the longest win streak and are the reason that his helmet is missing a horn?” Their expressions display a mix of awe and fear of her. Ah. New lights for sure. These are old stories about her that have been retold several times, but Ikora had to admit she still reflects on them a little fondly. Even Shaxx still finds the loss of his horn amusing and even gushes about what a mighty battle Ikora gave him. 

“Yes, it’s true.” She sets down the book she was flipping through for personal research and turns to fully face them with her arms crossed behind her. The group lean in, minds open to hearing her version of the stories. 

“In the dark age, it was a very different time compared to now, a time before we were guardians who strove for peace and protecting humanity. Some still had those goals back then, though maybe not always accomplished by the best methods. Others cared more about personal power and chose to be rulers of humanity, calling themselves warlords. They would force those under them to hand over precious limited resources, often at the cost of themselves and under threats of death.”

“Even worse, there were times they were used as meat shields when conflicts arose between immortal risen, most often over territory. It was… A dark time.” As if we haven’t had several since, Ikora comments to herself. “Sometimes we aren’t our best selves during them, and that includes Lord Shaxx. He wasn’t the worst, arguably he was doing what he thought was best for those he deemed his charge.” 

“But still, that power structure wasn’t good, and Lord Shaxx proved himself to be quite formidable in maintaining his lands. Until I came along.” Ikora smiles and winks at the three guardians as they give her their undivided attention. She may not have the same flair for dramatic retellings but it’s nice to know that she could still get others to listen. 

“In those days, I wasn’t a warlord but I wouldn’t say I was my best self either, but I like to think I was at least on the path. I was also quicker to resort to my light and weaponry in those days to handle things instead of talking. So when word about an apparently “undefeated” warlord reached me, I heard a challenge.”

“And a challenge it was, we made a real mess of the area we fought in. Trading bullet for bullet, light for light, one rez after the other. It was…” She trails off a moment. “Exhilarating. A battle with someone who was even in power makes victory all the more satisfying, and I definitely reveled in it afterward. I took the land as promised and freed it to humanity.” 

“Whoaaaaa,” the third guardian responded. “Okay, but then what about the crucible record story?” “Yeah, tell us about that next!” pipes up the first again. Ikora finds herself quickly endeared to the enthusiasm of this bunch as she softly laughs. “Now that is a more recent occurrence. As I’m sure Lord Shaxx informed you, the crucible is about forging guardians into better fighters by pitting ourselves against each other, to sharpen ourselves into being the best at combat to face any future foe.”

“So as I told you before, I was often eager to rise to a challenge. Only this was at least cooperatively sanctioned violence instead of a sloppy skirmish over land or a tense encounter that resulted in a permanent death.” She stops for a moment. “At least, usually it’s for sport to strengthen our skills. Some have tried to use it for other means.”

“I participated in the crucible very extensively for a time in my long life. Every day I went in with the goal to be better than I was the previous, and I did excel! Through that hard work I earned a reputation of being one of the best with a 25 win streak.” Ikora moves one of her hands in front and balls it into a fist before slowly releasing, ”But the glory of the crucible still left me wanting.”

She moves her arm behind her back once more joining with the other. “After all, what good is organized arena combat when not every battle is a show of physical prowess? What about the fights that aren’t met through bullets or paracausality or fists?” The silence hangs for a moment as Ikora patiently looks at the three of them like she expects an answer. 

“It’s, also important to have mental fortitude and be strategic in mind?” Answers the warlock of the group. Ikora grins proudly at them. “Correct. It’s not enough to be physically capable, but mentally and strategically as well. Which is why it’s also important to know and learn as well as train to fight. Neither is enough on their own, they are both parts to the whole of being a guardian.”

The warlock beamed at getting the answer correct as she continued. “It’s also good to not know and fight your enemy but be able to know and fight yourself. There will be times you struggle, physically, mentally, emotionally- and it’s important to take care of yourself too. The things we deal with and go through can be a heavy burden, which is why it matters to be able to rely on your fire team, and be reliable in return.”

Ikora crosses her arms in a relaxed manner over her chest, raising one finger. “So remember, it’s not just important to be physically strong and to use your light. You must also be strong of mind and to maintain both by taking care of yourselves, and each other.” The three nod to each other and in acknowledgement of Ikora's words, taking them to heart.

"Good." She smiles again. "Walk steady in the light, guardians."

[bluegekk0]

can grimm move his (head bumps? horns? ears? what even are they?) the spiky bits on the top of him head. also what does his skeleton look like?

They are meant to be horn-like protrusions, yeah. Structure-wise they would be similar to the ossicones on giraffes (some extinct relatives in particular have very long ossicones, so something similar to what Grimm has isn't that far-fetched), which are bony structures covered in skin and fur. This is why in Grimm's case they end up looking like ears. I don't think he can move them, not the same way as you'd expect if they were ears, at least. Perhaps if he lies down on his back they can bend slightly, which is similar to what I think Vyrm's horns do (they can bend a lot before breaking, though in Grimm's case that extent is a lot less extreme). But he can't move them on command.

As for the skeleton, it would generally resemble a real skeleton in structure, but looking closely it would have a slightly weird appearance. I think it would be quite dark in color in most of the body, and it would look as if it was stitched together. In some areas it would have the appearance of tendrils that were tightly connected together to form a hard structure (similar to how I imagine his muscles look). I definitely want to draw that at some point, so look forward to that if you're interested, I suppose.

In general the inner anatomy of his body is quite a mess. Some of the organs are very simple, for example his stomach is more like a waste container for food that then gets incinerated by his body instead of digested. It definitely has the vibe of a god who's made the body from scratch and adjusted it to his liking, occasionally just going "eh, good enough". His eyes are also weird, he can't cry and they always glow slightly, as if they're pits of fire separated from the world by a translucent membrane. His mouth and vocal organs are probably some of the most complete parts of his body, though the latter does get impacted by his body breaking and burning from the inside quite fast (which leads to the more canon-esque raspy voice).

The body works for what it intends to do, but it can at points offer limitations. For example, the heart which pumps blood to the rest of his body and acts as a power source for the whole structure, weakens at the end of his body's lifespan (the unfortunate effect of his power being so limited, it can't create a heart that would sustain the body indefinitely). This in turn makes everything else slowly break apart, which is why he drinks blood to delay that from happening for a while longer. It can be from other bugs or even beasts, though the latter are quite difficult to catch, and he needs fresh blood from a living being. Said blood then gets absorbed into his body instead of ending in his stomach.

As another example of his body not being quite "fully developed", there are his lower parts, which are kind of like an amalgamation of male and female parts, but not fully functional past their most basic use (what that use was for him, I think you can guess). He eventually modified his body so that the female organ can work as intended, which, of course, resulted in the kids after a lot of trial and error, but the other one is still just at its most basic state. Though t's not like he needs it to do anything more, considering he's the only one in the relationship able to carry eggs.

Sorry about the tangent, I know the ask was about horns and his skeleton, but I thought that sharing more information about his inner anatomy would help illustrate that his body is just... kind of weird. It works for what he wants to do, and on the outside it looks near perfectly normal, but cut into him and you'll realize that it's very much a DIY anatomy kind of deal. And at many points that's also how I treat it. Does it make sense? No, definitely not, realistically it wouldn't work. But he's a god who makes the body using god magic. I think it makes sense for it to not make sense.